Chapter 1
Not to be overdramatic or anything but Tsuna vividly recalled being- well, dead. He remember his last breath, his last memory, and his last everything. He remember everything from lying on his mattress, covered in thick blankets with a dying flame that grew smaller in size in matter of minutes. He remembered everything to the last detail, to where he felt his flame- the thing that ignited his will and power- wove so very weakly. All before dying.
Unfortunately that isn't the case at this very moment. He felt so, so very alive for a dead person.
"Agh!"
Also very much in pain for a dead person.
Tsuna whole body frame is soaked to the bone while pain radiated throughout every inch and nerve of him. He gasped desperately for air in quick, giant gulps which led to heaving sickening coughs that shook him viciously. He was, if anything, in the depths of Hell.
It was dark, cold, and wet. His absolute favorite natural elements to be in this kind of situation and in this kind of condition. Tsuna experienced mostly everything due to Reborn unnatural tutoring tactics but this, this definitely takes the cake.
Instantly his nose cringed at catching the scent of metal and blood once his body calmed itself. His scattered state of mind manages to revert back to a more suitable state. Tsuna strained his neck to face everything into custody. From what he can decipher in the black of night, he was in a building of sorts. Abandoned most likely from the looks of it with the collection of broken items, dirt, and dust that collected over the years..
He made an attempt in sitting up, till an explosive amount of pain immediately took him down. "Shit." Instinctively he grasped the source of pain, finding it to be warm and sticky from a rather large amount of blood that cover the entirety of his wound. How he got it was beyond him. Whatever he was wearing, he tore the sleeve off and made another attempt in fixing himself in a more comfortable position. Hastily with shaking hands,he tried wrapping himself tightly as possible over the massive wound that spread across his stomach. Years of torture taught him to stop the bleeding or it would just lead to even more problems down the road.
"Thank you life for being the major bitch you are." He sarcastically commented as he finished tying the knot. With all his fiber and remaining energy he finally stood up and came to a stop.
Across from him there lay a wreckage of items and In what was little to no light available, he spotted a frame upholding a shattered mirror. In the midst of the abandon items, he caught himself looking back. Oh.
Oh.