A/N: Mou…why must my mind torment me so? This is getting ridiculously out of hand. *Stares at notepad full of ideas and sighs*
Anyways…I've been reading Out-Of-Character Tsuna fics lately. I was…inspired for lack of a better word to do one myself. However…I'm taking a (Hopefully) different route. I will be referring to Tsuna as Mousougata-Tsuna or Paranoid Tsuna. So say hello to Paranoia Personality Disorder! Tsuna. A severe case. Lol.
Pairings: Highly uncertain. Depends on our poor Tuna.
Italics mean past remembrances. I will be going through the past and how things came to be while references from present time Tsuna will be making comments. First chapter will be long and will go up to the present in chapter 2.
Warning: Highly paranoid and intelligent Tsuna.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Oh woe is me.
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Age 3
"Tsu-kun! You're going to be late for your first day of Kindergarten, come on!" Nana, my mother, yelled up the stairs cheerfully.
It all started when I started my first day of kindergarten. At the time I was obliviously excited if a bit shy.
"Coming mom!" I had shouted back while nearly tripping down the stairs in my haste to be out the door.
It was sunny that day…usually a good omen.How misleading.
Mom grasped my hand as we walked towards the car. I quivered in my seat while hoping I would make friends.
When we stopped outside the building that had colorful murals on the walls with the section labelled K, I could barely retain my excitement, getting out and running towards the door which I couldn't reach. Mom had giggled and opened the door. I had gasped in awe at the colorful walls with children's art and work plastered on them.
It was this around point in my life where I became aware of the evil in the world in the form of cruel people. Of how carefree I had been.
We had walked towards the far door at the end of the hall. My Sensei's name was Kawazaki Aika. I hid bashfully behind my mother when she opened the door to gleeful screaming. My Sensei had smiled kindly at me but I sensed something I didn't like. However, I was determined to like Sensei Aika and smiled happily back.
At this age…at this moment…I did not know what the Mafia was. Ignorance is dangerous not bliss as I was forced to find out the hard way.
I did not want to let my mom go but she ended up prying my fingers gently from her skirt and left while giving me a smile. Hesitantly I turned around to face Sensei Aika. "Why don't you play with the other children, Tsuna-chan?" she suggested. I nodded slowly, looking around at the other kids. Sensei Aika's eyes gleamed cruelly when I looked away.
Before I could take a step forward, she had yelled out, "We are going outside to the playground, follow me children!" Everyone cheered, pushing me out of the way to get to the door.
I hope I don't have to point out that she did that on purpose.
I followed half heartedly. When I stood by the swings alone, Sensei Aika walked up beside me. She had looked out over the children who were paying them no mind before turning to me. "You mind if I talked to you alone over there Tsuna-Chan?" she simpered, her smile fake. She had gestured towards the parking lot.
I felt nervous. "Did I do something bad?" I asked sadly. She didn't reply, just took me forcibly by the hand towards the school parking lot next to the small playground.
I hadn't realized that she took me out of view of the cameras.
But kids don't remain unchaperoned for long before someone takes notice.
I stared at her fearfully. She had me backed against a car, her forced smile now replaced with an ugly sneer. "Vongola brat…you must die, dirt like you doesn't deserve to become heir to the most powerful Mafia enterprise," she hissed, her eyes like ice. I was frozen. 'What's she talking about?' I thought, scared. "S-sensei A-aika?" I whimpered when she took out what I recognized as a gun.
Despite appearances my mother Nana does keep one under the cabinet. I had discovered it while searching for something and she had promptly taken it away saying it was a gun and that I should not touch it. I eventually learned it was valuable.
Sensei Aika aimed the gun at me. "I don't care for this job as Sensei…as long as I, a faithful, devoted servant to the Vongola Famiglia get rid of its downfall early, I will have fulfilled my role," she screeched, sounding quite mad. I started to cry.
I haven't cried since. To show weakness is to show fear which brings upon the unwanted and dangerous. As such they come anyway.
I tried to run. But she shot at me, making me pause in fear. I suddenly heard the sound of laughter and gleeful screams cease from behind me in the playground. "This time I won't miss," she hissed, about to press the trigger when suddenly another Sensei grabbed her from behind. The gun went off, hitting me in the leg. I screamed as blood gushed from my leg, feeling the bone crack. I blacked out.
It was pure luck I had survived. Luck is something only fools rely on…especially those like me who have none.
I blinked groggily, white light shining in my eyes. Moaning, I leaned my body up. Sniffling, I realized I was in one of those scary white hospital rooms. My eyes moved to the cast around my left leg. I forced back the tears in my eyes when what happened to me caught up.
Suddenly, I was engulfed in a warm hug while tears that were not mine rained down on my white hospital gown. I couldn't help but flinch slightly at the contact. My mom was hugging me, crying, and mumbling incoherently. While she was hugging me, I was thinking.
'What is the Vongola Famiglia? She said I was the…heir? What is a Mafia?' I was broken from my thoughts by the Doctor coming in and talking to my mom. I didn't pay much attention but I heard a few scattered whispers.
Fractured…almost died…unbelievable…
My leg wasn't the only thing that fractured at the time. While it healed my soul did not. Over time due to repeated assassination/kidnapping attempts, it cracked till my mind became unstable.
I stared blankly at the wall as my mom spoke to me. Managing to nod, smile some, and listen was hard to do with my mind still wrapping around what my would-be killer had said. I vaguely heard her say I would relocated to another Kindergarten School. That was a small relief.
I soon came to realize that no matter where I went I was targeted.
'Whatever Vongola Famiglia is… it sounds bad.' I thought, feeling dread grow in the pit of my stomach. I was discharged a few weeks later but I had to use crutches.
'W-what if t-there are m-more t-that c-come for me?' I thought, shaking.
Slowly paranoia started to grow, turning my life into a never ending nightmare. But I had resolved to never be vulnerable again as the assassination attempts on my life surged.
'I'll have to defend myself…take precautions…everything must be safe to be around…I don't want to become heir to anything dangerous.'
Hehehe HAHAHA. Imagine how that turned out…I'm still avoiding it. This is my life in a downward spiral of madness brought on by near death experiences, bullying from kids my age, and my discoveries into the Mafia world.
'I…don't want to keep hurting.'
BSTS
Age 6
We had eventually moved to Namimori. And stayed there. I went to Namimori Elementary. Three years ago after the first assassination attempt I had asked my mother for a computer. She had happily agreed.
It was through this I found the answers to my questions.
I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. Books upon books of various languages mainly Italian laid around him. Learning foreign languages online had been useful. Italian especially. The computer screen glowed on my face in the dark.
My mom had already gone to bed.
The database for the Vongola Famiglia was highly restrictive. So far I had learned quite awhile ago that the Vongola was an Italian Mafia, the most influential in the underworld. It dealt in all kinds of criminal business. To think I was the heir. I shuddered. 'Too…much…danger…'
If someone touched me or came near me with ill intent, I go ballistic. I'm not too far gone to admit this.
'My dad has to be a part of this…if mom was part of the Mafia she wouldn't be taking care of me, but he is always gone…' I mused, clenching my hand in anger. I had discovered how much fun hacking was. But I took extra precautions. A LOT of extra precautions.
The more I learned about the Vongola Mafia Famiglia the more my frenzied attempts at constant vigilance worsened.
Then I moved onto various other things. Such as how to make smoke bombs, trip wire, secret ways to hide weapons in your clothes, etc.
I always tested my food after age three. Even my moms. I did it so she wouldn't notice. If she did she would be hurt. I don't want to ever hurt her. She is the only one I can trust. I know it sounds hypocritical of me.
But…better safe than sorry. The way I did this was I put a bit of this chemical I made from various items I found around the house on the food or drink and if it smoked it was dangerous.
The Internet was useful.
Preparing to sleep, I enabled up the various trip wire traps around my bed that only I knew how to disable. My room was a landmine. There were alarms everywhere that only I would know have been activated, discreetly concealed from view. Mom never really has needed to come in. I keep my room relatively clean except for my organized clutter. Its only has certain triggers, ones that she won't likely activate.
Earlier in the year I had replaced Mom's small, black gun with a water gun spray painted black. I had also bought sharp, needles in the store with my allowance money when she wasn't looking. I felt bad for doing this but I was…possessed with this burning need to keep any and all danger away. Under my pillow I caressed the small, remote control I had made from my electronic toy car's wires.
It was for activating the magnetic needles that were attached to various instruments that responded to it. It would impale the dangerous intruder in vital spots on the body. I smiled wickedly. 'Tasers are still my favorite though.' I thought.
'They won't get me…ever …not if I can keep them away.'
My efforts were flawless. The more I thwarted attempts on my life from various Mafia Famiglias the more I became paranoid. It was deeply ingrained in my psyche. Kids at Namimori Elementary School had learned to not touch me. They started calling me Paranoid-Tsuna. However Hibari Kyouya was the only real threat there.
I got up, my sleepy eyes becoming more alert. I wish I didn't have to sleep. That kind of vulnerability was distasteful. Easily disabling my traps, I covered them discreetly with various innocuous things. I looked at the time. 6:00 a.m. as always when I wake up.
School didn't start for another two hours. Plenty of time to prepare. I thought about my classmates. Many of them were alright. Several had tried in the beginning to pick on me for my small size and generally standoffishly fearful ways.
Yamamoto Takeshi and Sasegawa Kyoko always defended me which caused more bullies to resent me. They were popular after all. But one day I couldn't take it anymore. I had created a taser out of my electronic toys and taking apart the toaster to get to the insides that were highly reactive to electrical discharges. It was made from metal scraps.
When they had cornered me against the building for recess I snapped.
Memories…bad ones usually cause me to snap.
Using my small size and swift feet I jabbed the taser against the leader bully's neck. He convulsed before blacking out. The other bullies panicked and ran when they saw their leader fall. Rumors circulated around the school and I was generally left alone. That is until Hibari decided to get involved.
He found me by the sakura tree in the shadows to remain unseen, reading an Italian tome on various stealth methods. I loved the library.
He had raised an eyebrow in my choice of literature before addressing me. I knew he was there long before though. My senses were always extended, searching for potential threats.
"Herbivore…are the rumors of you electrocuting that other Herbivore true? Lie and I will bite you to death." He threatened. I had stiffened at the threat. I didn't take those well. "Hai." I replied keeping one eye narrowed on Hibari lest he decided to attack anyways.
To my slight surprise Hibari had smirked. "Maybe you would be a worthy opponent after all…unlike these other pathetic Herbivores," he said impassively. Detecting pride with no ill intent I had relaxed somewhat, still on my guard. Hibari was known to be ruthless in upholding order, known to bite nearly to death those that disrupted the peace or pissed him off. His only friend was Kusakabe who was a Second in Command.
I was relieved to not have earned his derision…it would make my life easier. His respect generally guaranteed he wouldn't mess with me unless I disrupted the peace of Namimori.
My movements were always being evaluated by Hibari now. I doubted it would change over the years at all.
I was right.
My mom was late picking me up that day. I sighed as I saw that the school had nearly been emptied. My intuition was causing me to feel dread. I was nearly alone and I could've sworn I saw a nondescript van inching its way down the street. My eye twitched.
'If these fools are Mafia kidnappers or assassins they are doing a terrible job at being discreet.' I thought, annoyance overcoming paranoia for a second. I was now officially alone. I tensed, fingering the concealed taser, silver pocket knife, and smoke bombs in my pocket. A man in a gray suit walked towards me, his gait was sleek almost graceful. My eyes narrowed.
This man had training but it was basic. He walked towards me before stopping a few feet away. He waved. "Hey little one, mind leading me to the closest payphone?" he asked with a smile. 'How stupid does he think I am?' I wondered incredulously.
"How about I tell you? You're a stranger," I replied, using the innocent kid act. The man walked closer. "But I'll get lost," the man protested. Suddenly dropping the innocent kid act, I backed away. "That's a good idea…get lost and don't come near me," I growled, swiftly tossing smoke balls to the ground.
I immediately started running. I heard enraged shouts behind me but kept running. Preferring to avoid a confrontation, I hid behind one of the building sections belonging to the older kid's area. Soft breathing came closer.
Just because I liked to avoid confrontations doesn't mean it usually worked that way.
'Hmm…do I have trip wire?' I thought, searching my pockets. 'Ah hah…'
'Now to act as a decoy' I thought, wincing. I suddenly ran out in front of a frantically searching kidnapper, subtly unwinding the trip wire that I had connected to a drainage pipe connected to the building. In his haste not to lose me, he didn't see the slight shine of the wire. I had hurriedly climbed up a tree, wrapped the wire on a sturdy branch then waited. It didn't take long.
I facepalmed. 'What…a…idiot.' I thought wearily.
He was being held up by his ankle which was cutting into his skin. I jumped down carefully before taking off running. 'I hope he didn't have accomplices.' I thought.
I suddenly halted, frozen as another man came towards me from the van. 'Where is my mom? What's taking her so long?'I thought.
The man, having seen what happened to his partner, looked at me warily. I darted to the side acting as though I was going to run.
I hoped he took the bait because if he didn't I was screwed. Fortunately he did.
The man came lurching forward just as I had started to lay my trap. We were closer to his partner who had blacked out from the blood loss when the wire cut into his leg. I leaped off the tree, around the wire. I tossed a smoke bomb then darted around the accomplice to tie a wire to his foot while he was distracted the same time I tossed a lit match at the wire. The man screamed in agony as his arm caught fire followed by the rest of his body from the pepper I had thrown around him.
I shook my head. The Famiglia these guys came from weren't that smart. Or fast.
Making plans on the fly was something I had to do out of necessity.
I suddenly heard my mom yelling for me from afar. 'Finally…'I thought, running towards her. 'I'll just let the authorities find them later.' I thought, getting into the car.
"How was your day Tsu-kun?" Nana asked. I gave her mega watt grin. "It was great!" I replied innocently. 'I hope I set an example for other Mafia morons to not go after me.' I thought."Good!" she said happily.
We watched the news after dinner that night. The authorities were baffled by my handiwork done to the two Mafia men. They were arrested on the grounds of being possible child molesters and a failed kidnapping attempt. They had said they hoped whoever had caught them would come forward so they could thank them. Nana was horrified that it happened at my school.
I smirked. 'It would be amusing if they knew a mere child had done it.' I thought, amused.
My mom grew steadily worried over the years by my lack of friends. I think she noticed my tendencies to avoid contact with others as well as my skittish attitude when we go out. Later I knew she would try to help me but for now I think she believes it to be a phase.
But it's not a phase. It's a way of life for me now.
BSTS
AGE 9
I looked at my black journal in growing irritation. "Fifty fucking attempts on my life," I grouched.
I always keep count of how many times I was targeted by Mafia Famiglias. In my present age it has reached 133. And counting.
Sighing, I put the journal away. "Tsu-kun! Do you know where all the pepper went?" My mom asked, cracking open my bedroom door. I held back my slight blush. I needed pepper for a lot of things. It substitutes many energy sources, it's an ingredient for smoke bombs, and it also substitutes gun powder to an extent.
So I had filched a lot of it over the years for my defenses. "I'm sorry mom…I don't." I replied apologetically. "Mou~ I needed some to make dinner," she pouted, looking much like her son when she did. "Do you want to come with me to the store, Tsu-kun?" she asked hopefully. I thought about it.
"Hai!"
I started being targeted by people of a more…carnal nature. Thankfully it was the only one since after that…I became even more untouchable.
The market place was busier than usual. Vendors eagerly vied for our attention. The stores were packed. "Oh dear…rush hour is always busy," Nana murmured worriedly. I looked up at her but kept my attention focused on our surroundings.
I hated crowds almost as much as Hibari. Only for different reasons. There was only a few people I would willingly protect. My mother being one of them. This crowd could harbor evil individuals who would do her harm.
I was unaware that I could also fall prey to such people that take enjoyment in being perverts.^
I don't know how I got separated from mom. One moment she was there the next gone. "Fucking crowd…" I swore. People jostled me on all sides. I cursed my small size. I flinched at the brief contact with strangers. I stiffened when cold hands yanked me towards the alley between two stands.
I heard sickening chuckles as my body was pushed against the brick wall. Three men leered down at me. "My my…such a pretty creature…should fetch a good sum," the fat man on the far right said. "Yeah…could we play with him first though?" the stick thin man on the far left asked, staring down at me with greedy eyes. The average sized man in the center chortled.
"Of course we can," he said, reaching a hand out to tilt my chin up. I was horrified.
'These men don't seem to be from the Mafia but they could be lackeys who take care of the human trafficking…' I thought. I bit the arm that held me captive, before trying to make a run for it. "Ouch!" the average sized man yelled in pain. But there were more of them than me. Plus they were used to prey attempting to escape.
I am not prey.
The fat one held me down. I stared up with watering eyes at the crowd of people who just kept walking by. They don't bother to look down alleys. The cruel realities would be too much for them. "Feisty eh?" I heard snickers. "You will pay for that you punk," I heard the one I bit growl.
I felt rough hands on my body, touching where they shouldn't. One gripped my hips in a bruising manner. I struggled. Frustration and anger were building up in me.
The next thing I knew was that my assaulters were screaming in agony. I felt myself being pushed away.
Fire glowed from my hands, I also felt it on my forehead. The three men's skin was melting from the flames eventually they turned to ash. I stared in amazement. A grin of madness streaked across my face. 'I could…use this so no one touches me.' I thought.
I turned around when I heard my mom screaming my name. She was crying, sounding frantic. I extinguished the flames on my body. I don't know how I did what I did but I was going to find out. I ran towards my mom, who was at the far end of the street. She looked relieved when she saw me. She wouldn't let go of my hand.
"Oh my god…are you ok Tsu-kun?" she cried, holding onto me before lurching back. "You're burning up...let's go home, I'll make you some chicken soup!" she said.
She was baffled when I wasn't sick. "How odd…" she mumbled, looking at the thermometer.
Shrugging, I gave her a smile. I was still shaken but in a way I was glad for what happened. I gained a defense I wasn't aware of having. 'Of course…it has to be related to the Vongola Famiglia in some way…it would be too much of a coincidence to not be.' I mused. Thinking about Sensei Aika, I smirked.
'I hope shes dead.' I thought. I knew she went to jail but news such as this can reach Vongola's Intel easily so she was probably executed for attempted treason for trying to kill me. Being the only possible heir left after the 9th's sons were all dead besides one that betrayed the Vongola made me a valuable commodity. I snorted. That was just a fancy way of trying to explain away me being an 'unwanted last resort.'
I sighed not knowing why I was thinking about this. Laying back on my bed I lazily looked at all the hidden defenses I had erected over the years. There were some around my window concealed by the curtains. This was for anyone trying to come in or snipe me. The sensors I had installed from various parts of machinery I had found(stole) alerted me plus the defenses to activate preventing whatever it was that was trying to cause harm.
It helped that I had asked my mom to put Plexiglas windows in the first time it broke from when I had broke it myself just to have an excuse to get them. I pulled a book off my bedside table. It was a recent purchase. My mom just assumed I was fascinated by the pictures of the foreign books. I rolled my eyes.
Kind she may be but observant was not really one of her strong suits.
How wrong I was. She apparently must have noticed something wrong with me over the years or she wouldn't have done what she did recently.
It was on the creation and analysis of various poisons around the world. It could be highly useful later seeing as many mobsters use poison. 'Hm…Poison Cooking? Interesting…'
I glanced at my homework. It was too easy. Useless in my opinion. Kids hadn't taken kindly to my intelligence but they didn't dare get close anymore. I had a sneaking suspicion Hibari had a part in this.
Those flames I barbequed the perverted Human Traffickers with were hard to call back. I had to feel that intense emotion I had felt then. I didn't feel much emotion besides paranoia or irritation now days. Sometimes I missed how carefree I had been but realized that I would get killed with an attitude like that.
I had wanted to make my skin hot enough without sparking into flames. This way if someone touched me they would be burned or startled enough for me to escape or put them out of commission. Of course this would only work for the least dangerous ones. Many Mobsters or Hitmen worth their salt would know worse pain and would not be fazed.
I ignited a flame on my index finger much like a lighter would. Staring in fascination, I fantasied that no one would hurt me again.
Pipe dreams. They get you every time. I had once dreamed of my father coming home to stay. Now I don't want him to at all because I would be charged with murder if he dared to show his face.
I continued to control my flames till dinner. My mom chattered about her day, how much she was happy with my progress report, so on so forth. Nodding absently I chewed on my poison free teriyaki chicken. "Mou…I wish you would make friends Tsu-kun…it's like you're afraid to," Nana bemoaned, looking at me. I stopped eating, setting down my chopsticks calmly.
"That would be an inaccurate assumption…I just don't want to make friends," I said firmly.
I hadn't wanted to admit then or even now that there was something wrong with my psyche. Probably won't ever admit it either. Even if I can to myself. I only trust myself and my mom to an extent. Everyone else…never was or would be up for debate.
She looked at me sadly. "Why?" she asked. I shrugged, not wanting to reply. She wouldn't understand anyways. Dinner was quiet after that.
After age nine…things started to come to light even more. I learned what will soon happen is reality. They were finally coming for me.
BSTS
Age 12
It was a Saturday. I was typing various illegal codes into the Vongola database to discreetly find new information concerning me. 'Ah...such a fun pastime.' I thought wryly. Suddenly I came upon something. My blood went cold.
Looking back I should've expected it.
Staring at the screen before me I realized that perhaps I should back out of this page immediately. This was obviously sensitive information. Recent enough to not be hidden as of yet by Vongola Intel. I got off the computer rubbing my eyes tiredly.
"So…they are sending him huh?" I muttered to myself. Judging by what he knew of the tutor that was still training the Chiavarone Famiglia's heir he had to say that he was slightly afraid. The number one Hitman of the Vongola Famiglia used unorthodox methods of teaching that often left one scarred for life. He was a chibi. But…not.
So confusing.
I was and still am giving Reborn a hard time. I have to. Old man deserved it plus he was dangerous. Not to be trusted.
From what I estimated they would send him in a year or two. That was enough time for me to prepare for his arrival. I knew that Reborn would collect information on me. I had to somehow make some of what he would read on me inaccurate. I knew I couldn't mislead him for long but it was necessary to throw him off at first. First impression and all that.
I doubted I could though. My instinctual desire to react to the slightest hint of danger will give me away first so it would be pointless to try being a different person. I sighed while writing down what I needed to get. 'A bullet proof vest...that is a must have.' I thought. How I was going to get one wasn't a problem. I was quite adept at making what I needed.
While my mom was out to one of her charity luncheons that she had once a month that afternoon, I started to dig through her china cabinets. I found what I was looking for. Large ornamental sterling silver platters that were once wedding gifts. They were never used. I cut off leather strips from a pair of old boots I grew out of long ago that were a gift from my father. I enjoyed cutting them up.
The tool shed out back had a welding torch and a drill. After welding the platters to my torso size and drilling slots for the leather bands on either side of it I had two fully functional bullet proof vests.
I knew I probably wouldn't grow much the next few years seeing as how I've been this way for awhile. This was a disheartening thought but it was probably a good thing because I'll have to rely on my small size for speed to avoid getting hit in other spots sides my chest.
Resourcefulness is something I prided myself on. It often allows one to avoid detection.
I considered dumbing myself down in school. But that would just give the demented Hitman another reason to…teach him, not that he needed one. Quite a waste of time really. 'While my math aptitude is rather average compared to my other marks it's not something that would incite too much ire…I hope.' I mused thoughtfully.
Then my thoughts wandered elsewhere. 'It's been quiet lately…the last attempt to either kidnap or kill me was 3 months ago…its eerie but I'm relieved.'
Calm before the storm. Reborn is way worse than any of the goons that had went after me over the years but my paranoia considered almost everyone a potential threat.
I heard my mom come home. I thought about the bullet proof vests under my bed. Hopefully she wouldn't notice her best china missing…she probably won't. Staring at my ceiling, I idly contemplated other courses of action. Or defense as the case may be.
'Pain tolerance…I already have that…' I thought, grimacing.
They say Reborn loved espresso. 'Would it be suspicious if I tried to get on his good side with that?' I wondered. 'Hmm...it would…I'm not supposed to know what I know after all.'
I stared out the window. It was getting darker out.
When I was younger before the attempts on my life started being outside was the greatest thing to do ever. Now it just freaks me out. So many dangers that could be watching…waiting…
I eventually decided that I would remain the same. There was really no harm in doing so. The only thing would be my hacking abilities, those would remain unknown. Reborn would soon discover my inventing prowess. There was no way I was going to stop making things to ensure my safety.
I didn't give a flying fuck what him or Vongola thought. It could perhaps work in my favor. Mom called me down for dinner. I made the complicated dance around my room to the door. 'I should be a choreographer.' I thought amused.
The way I had arranged the defenses in my room to prevent any unwanted people coming for me was to make an unpredictable step routine like dance. If it sensed ill intent in the wrong movements it could kill you by injecting poison from the floor into your feet. My mom could enter because she never held ill intent. But she usually doesn't enter anyways.
Mom must have noticed my semi good mood because she commented, "Anything good happen today while I was gone Tsu-kun?"
"Not really…just feeling a little better in spirits lately," I replied. Despite the damper of Reborn showing up in the near future the fact that I could be prepared was enough to make me feel better. But not entirely. You can never be too certain after all.
This assertion two years ago was correct.
I twirled a piece of my long hair between my fingers. After years of pointy objects I decided I didn't want anyone not even me or my mom cutting my hair so it grew. Mom thought it was cute. I said it was necessary which she didn't seem to get. My eyes darted around my room.
I had a love hate relationship with darkness, shadows, and nighttime. You never knew what could be hiding to strike you down.
Over the years I had developed a way to not sleep as often as most. It calmed me to an extent.
At school the next day, people kept a wide berth of me. I tended to freak out if anyone touched or came too close. It's not really the people but what they could do that caused this reaction. Whispers always followed in my wake.
Paranoid-Tsuna…crazy…weird…stay away from him Onee-san…
I was used to them. Grateful even. They would leave me alone to continue my abysmally simple life of academics. I saw Kyoko and Yamamoto wave to me from different parts of the school. I would nod to acknowledge them but never let them get close.
I wouldn't drag innocent people into my life. That would be akin to slicing their necks. But it has started to happen anyways against my will.
Senseis at Namimori Middle loved me. I never volunteered answers but they always called on me because they knew I would get it right. Except in math but who cares?
As I left school that day to walk home, I noticed Hibari by the gates, his eyes narrowed on potential bite victims. I gave a fond chuckle. Hibari had created upon entering Namimori Middle the DC or the Discipline Committee. He never changed. I tend to avoid him.
He sends my paranoia levels through the roof.
I walked past him. My eyes remained on his warily in case he decided to do something. He didn't. He just smirked.
My steps home were uncertain, I was looking over my shoulder for anything that could come out of nowhere. My senses were extended. My movements were skittish. It wasn't till I got through my door that I heaved a sigh of relief. It was like this every day.
Most would see my actions as ridiculously over the top. Most would get tired of it every day of their lives. But from my early childhood to now I have never thought badly of my Paranoia Personality Disorder.
It kept me alive.
That night I was tweaking blue and red wires inside a new device I was creating out of an old radio I found. I was planning on turning it into a makeshift intercom box for the front door. So people who come over had to state who they were and their purpose. I was mostly doing this out of boredom and precaution. This could come in handy.
Actually I think my main purpose in making an intercom box was so if people I wanted to avoid talked through it I could my escape. Heh.
I sighed. If I made any more weapons my room would overflow. 'Now its time to wait…' I mused.
Now…back to the present time. About the time I met Reborn.
End of Past Reflection.
BSTS
A/N: Eh…I hope that wasn't too confusing. But now the second chapter will be present tense ^^ with random flashbacks. Please review if this is worth it. I've been wanting to write something like this for awhile. Your thoughts would be appreciated.
^Shamal sneezes in a faraway country.
-Tragic
