The metallic smell of blood was all around him, cutting harshly through the darkness. The stench invaded his senses, making him dizzy and nauseous. The Hyper Dying Will flame on his forehead flickered and died. Tsunayoshi Sawada trembled as he felt his only source of heat leave. The coldness of the room seemed to quadruple and penetrate through his very bones.

With a shudder Tsuna leaned back against the wall, wincing slightly as he felt something damp and warm spread across his shoulders. He slid down slowly until he hit the floor, more moisture spreading up through his suit pants.

As his senses started to numb, he roughly swept his gloves across the ground, soaking them (though he couldn't see it) with bright, fresh blood. He stared at where his hands would be through the gloom.

"Jyuudaime!" he faintly heard the voice of his trusted right-hand man somewhere in the distance. Hazily, he thought Gokudera shouldn't be yelling, since they were in the base of an enemy. It was rather uncharacteristically unprofessional of him. Tsuna frowned a little.

But then again, he supposed it didn't really matter because every enemy in the base was dead. The way they had screamed was so horrible that Tsuna had to use his gloves to rip through their chests, silencing them forever. No-one would ever have to hear those horrendous sounds again.

Or was it because they had watched him tear through the chests of their men that they had screamed? He couldn't seem to remember much, except for the fact they were dead. Dead.

The voice in the back of Tsuna's head registered him a monster. "I don't want to do this anymore," he whispered suddenly. He didn't want to be a murderer. He was tired of taking life after life for the "greater good". He was tired of the all the blood…

"His heart rate is up."

"Restrain him!"

Tsuna felt strong arms hold down his limbs as he flailed around wildly. Tsuna struggled fiercely, eyes squeezed shut. Tears ebbed from his eyelids, and his whole body racked with sobs.

"No-one was meant to die! It was meant to be negotiation only! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Just get it off me! The blood – just GET IT OFF!"

Gradually, he felt a gentle hand stroking his hair. Hyperventilating, his fingers clawed against soft sheets. He moaned. "Get it off…please…" Tsuna felt a sharp pain in his arm before eventually, his breathing slowed and the pressure on his limbs eased.

"Shh… Tsunayoshi, you have not killed anyone. Not once in your life."

Tsuna knew that was a big lie, but he remained silent. The voice was very familiar and soothing. He wondered where he was. He was lying on something soft, presumably a bed. What had happened? Vaguely he remembered the dizziness. Had he fainted? The air here was clean, sterile. He must have fainted and been taken to a hospital, after killing- Tsuna felt a violent shudder pass through his body.

"It's okay," the voice above him murmured.

Tsuna could hear a quiet jumble of voices near his bedside, familiar voices.

"It happened to Tsuna again."

"Poor child. It's been getting worse."

"I'll be filling in the patient incident report in next room."

"It's always that mafia delusion. This time he thinks he's killed people."

Tsuna's eyes flew open.

What do you think? Is this idea interesting to read about? Would you like me to continue? I have a few ideas in my head, but for now the plot is still very open to suggestion. Feedback would be especially helpful for this story. (:

Should the Mafia world be real at all?