Title: Scarred
Summary: AU! In a world where mental scars show as physical scars, there's no way out. Especially for one Sawada Tsunayoshi—AKA Dame-Tsuna. (Dark themes; All27)
Author: Anano Jinseite
Warnings for all chaps: Unbeta-ed; possible dark themes; shounen ai; long and erratic updates; the author herself
Disclaimer for all chaps: Don't own KHR and tha like~
A/N: My 2nd post, hahaha. My start a new story syndrome is starting agaain, hahahaha. Why am I laughing, hahahaha. You know what, hahahaha. Enjoy, hahahaha.
Scarred
Prologue
In a world where mental scars show as physical scars, there's no way out.
Especially for one Sawada Tsunayoshi—AKA Dame-Tsuna.
Here, words do much more than just damage your self-esteem. It could now hurt you physically. And the pain when a new one opens? Like hell.
Wounds, scars and cuts would appear on your body—just wherever area is clear—when you feel your confidence trickle down, fear etch in your heart and just every other negative emotion.
And so, what else could possibly be worse than to be Dame-Tsuna? An orphan taken in by a psycho of an uncle and bullied verbally and physically in his school. His whole body is filled with unsightly injuries, and just think of the pain he'd feel when he gets just even a little bit intimidated.
Everyday, new replaces old.
He had no time to regenerate at all.
It was tiring.
He was exhausted.
But for some forsaken reason, he kept on going.
However, multiple times a week; several times a day—He was always reminded of his worthlessness.
His weakness.
Himself.
So when one time Tsuna just had enough? When he had enough of being pushed around, enough of being hurt? He practically begged on his knees for his uncle to let him move out.
And with reasons that hell itself wouldn't even know—the man agreed.
-0-
It hurts.
Tsuna hissed and groaned. The wounds all over his body were starting burn as if in flames when nervousness started to creep through him. What if they don't like him?
What if he fails and instantly gets a bad reputation?
Would he live that life of his again?
With a hand trailing over his right forearm, the brunet winced when he felt sticky liquid trail over a certain part, darkening his already-dark cotton long-sleeved shirt.
It was starting again.
He was starting to bleed.
NoNoNoNoNoNo.
This shouldn't happen.
No, just no.
He just needs to calm down. Just calm down. Calm down. With a shaky resolve and shivering hands, Tsuna inhaled.
In.
And out.
In.
And out.
He could do this.
He had to stay strong.
Just keep fighting.
Also, he just needs to change. Just change.
Because if he doesn't... then what was the point of transferring schools?
Finally feeling level-headed, Tsuna's shoulders sagged in relief when he felt the pain slowly turn into a dull throb. However, his grip tightened on his bags as he looked up, gulping when he saw the gigantic building towering over him.
'Il Vongola Famiglia'
Was it seriously a dorm building? Just by the name itself, it sounds dangerous enough to be involved in something bad. Like you know—the mafia, perhaps?
And if Tsuna rembers correctly, the others were named as 'Millefiore', 'Shimon' and more, right?
Rubbing his shoulder unconsciously, Tsuna sighed, sounding ruffled. If only his would-be new school wasn't the farthest from his former, he'd gladly pick another choice. For some reason, these dorm names just sounded so... So wrong. But then again, he had no other choice but to suck it up, huh? He was the one who wanted it that way anyway.
Tightening his hold further until his knuckles turned white, Tsuna pulled his bag towards the large white gate in front of him, readying all the while his transfer papers and the such to get in his new home.
He could do this.
He will do this.
He should do this.
-0-
to be continued…
Sudden A/N - What am I doing with this storrryyyy