Prologue
Warning(s): Negative!thoughts, trigger!moments, suicide, OOC's
Notes: "Japanese" Thinking [Tsuna's written msg]
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn; Amano Akira does. If I did, it would be more sadder and dark.
7 years old~
A group of 7 year old boys crowded around a certain brunet, throwing rocks, punches and whatever they could at the trembling boy.
"Dame! Dame! Dame~" The boys chanted together, taking pleasure in the way the brunet crumpled in on himself.
"Seriously Dame-Tsuna, why are you even alive?" one of the boys asked as the rest snickered.
"That's right, you should have just died. It would so much better that way," another said while the rest agreed.
"Heh, you're so useless! No wonder why your parents abandoned you!"
As they continued to taunt the brunet, they ignored how the short brunet continued to lose the brightness in his eyes, how the words that they were saying were affecting the brunet. How the wounds started forming on his body.
In a world where your mental scars carves on your body and where touch is necessary to find your elements, Sawada Tsunayoshi suffered.
He suffered at the hands of everyone and grew accustomed to being solitary and unstable. He refrained from touching, speaking and doing anything that would bring him any attention. He grew used to the lack of positivity in his life; used to the fact that his parents would never come back to help him; used to being verbally abused.
He became so used to all of this that he managed to hide his wounds from the rest; managed to stop speaking since nobody would listen.
-After all, a broken boy has no right to complain about anything.
Author's Note: Hey guys! I know this is another cliche fanfic but oh well. There will be a plot twist soon.
This story was inspired by Little Hints by wolfsrainrules and Words of Power by breadsticks. Sorry, if it seems similar to some others but I'll assure you that I did not copy anything! This was all my work and I was only inspired by these authors.
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