Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman REBORN!

Warning: Bullying, violence, depression.

" Talk "

" Tsuna's writing/'talking' "

' Thought '

1. Silence

Nana cried and didn't stop.

She hugged her son and begged for him to say something, anything. Even one word was enough. She wanted the doctor to be wrong. He needed to be wrong.

The mother knew that her little Tsu-kun was a healthy boy despise his clumsiness. He was just a normal kid and nothing was wrong with him.

There was no way that he was mute.

Not when she heard his cry when he was born or when she heard his first word (Nana still remembers the joy of hearing her cute little baby call her 'mama').

She knows his voice. She knows him.

Her Tsu-kun wouldn't stop talking so sudden. She knew he didn't have a reason to (but he did).

The young — too young to choose the silence — son looked at his mother. Glassy eyes (almost as if he wasn't seeing what was in front of him) met the woman's teary brown eyes. He opened his mouth and moved it slowly before stopping half way, giving up on trying to talk.

I'm sorry, he wanted to say.

Tsuna didn't cry when the doctor said he was mute, so she did it for him. He didn't show surprise when the doctor said it was due to psychological reasons, so she did it for him. He didn't answer the doctor when he asked for the possible reasons to stop talking, nor did she.

Because answering meant that she would have to accept, to acknowledge the truth. Because that answer would mean she failed as a mother.

But the more she denied and ignored the harsh truth of life — his life —, the more she failed to fulfill her role as a parent.

It didn't matter if she denied or accepted anything. It didn't matter if she cried or not, if she regretted or not, if she apologized or not; the past could not be changed and her mistakes wouldn't disappear. The consequence of her — everyone's — actions would stay and she had to bear with it.

Tsuna was mute.

The bullying took his voice away.

She took his voice away.

Tsunayoshi observed his mother give him a strained smile, saying that everything would be alright. She hugged him one more time before going to the kitchen and starting to cook.

She was shaking.

He couldn't understand why, though. Why would she be upset about him losing his voice? Why would she cry so much? Why would she care?

Don't get him wrong, it's not like he thinks that she doesn't care for him, he knows she does. But he almost doesn't talk so it wouldn't matter, would it?

He doesn't think so.

Tsuna tilted his head as he continued look at his mother. A few seconds after, he walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. The younger touched his throat.

"No voice. "His lips moved, but no sound came out. "Not that it changes anything... "

He frowned a little. Was he supposed to be worried? Or be upset like his mother? Should he cry too?

He really was Dame-Tsuna. He couldn't even feel what he should.

But how could he be sad when he, himself, wanted it. Maybe this way the other kids would stop making fun of his high-pitched voice. Maybe the teachers would stop trying to make him answer question even when it was obvious that he didn't know it. Maybe the bullies would stop telling him to ask for help when they knew that no one was going to save him.

Maybe this was for better.

After all, no one ever listened to him.

So why keep something useless?

(Why keep him?)

Hey! New fic and this time is not an one-shot! I wonder if I can do it...

I need to warn something: I'm slow to update the chapters... so don't expect to get new chapters often, okay?

Hope you guys liked!