A Child's Hell

nowcalledbiff here and I am totally alive. Sorry about the late update college is a killer T_T.

Warning! Story contains mention of yaoi and child abuse of a seven year old Mukuro at the hands of Spade.

Disclaimer: Do not own KHR if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it,there would be more yaoi, and finally I would actually know what the hell was going on in the manga.

School was no sort of refuge for Mukuro rather it was like trading on hell for another;only one of the two had the devil himself present. Whispers would follow the young boy no matter where he went down the brown and white school hallways. Whispers that spoke of pity,of malice, of teasing, and of what Mukuro felt was the worst, kindness. The kindness was false and brittle with no real feeling in it. They just sat back in their own comfortable lives not bothering to reach out yet saying the did all they could. What Mukuro felt held the darkest irony was the fact that his uncle received praise for the fact that he took in his nephew at such a young age as his own son. When he heard people say things along those lines he wanted to laugh in their faces, at their ignorance. Did he look like he was well cared for? If they bothered to look closer they'd see the deadness in his eyes. But these feelings were brief flashes of emotion that he quickly shut out. Having emotions meant more opportunities for him to get hurt and he was hurting enough for more than one small child should.

Children were even worse than the condescending stares and looks of the teachers. They were the most brutal because they didn't know how to hold back or the true effect their words would have on another human being. They made fun on his two-toned eyes saying one must be red because he was possessed by a demon and it was he who killed his parents not a car accident. They put dirt in his clothes, stole his snacks,and much more. People thought that children were little angels but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

Mukuro was sitting at his desk in class near the window during break time when he felt a sudden cold grip him. Water went down his clothes in a slow trickle. He looked up through his bangs at who dunped the water on him. It was one of Mukuro's usual tormentors a chubby child named Collin and his two lackeys. He didn't make direct eye contact for that would only encourage them.

"Ha,ha thought the pinapple needed some water,"said the boy"No need to thank us fruit-head"

When the group walked off Mukuro shook his head to get the worse of the water out of his hair. This was an average day for him, getting bullied and the teacher not noticing a thing. He tried once to tell the teacher about Collin but since he was the son of the principle nothing came from it so Mukuro stopped trying,plus Damon didn't like to hear of complications. The pitter patter of rain sounded on the windows. Mukuro sighed. He'd have to walk home in that.

When Mukuro managed to make it to the front of the school he froze wyes wide with fear. Damon Spade stood under the outhanging leaning against one of the collums holding up the structure. Mukuro clutched his bag closer to himself, wishing he could melt into the ground. Spade looked in his direction as if sensing his fear. A twisted smirk appeared on his face. He pushed himself off the collum and made his way over to his nephew.

"Good afternoon Mukuro I thought I'd pick you up today we have a guest coming over for diner and I want you to look your absolute best."

-At Home-

Mukuro grew curious dispite himself. Who was this guest his uncle was so eager to greet, although he wasn't sure eager was the right word, more like anticipating. He sat on the couch in the living room ready to open the door when the guest knocked on the door. Mukuro's short legs dangled off the couch as he swung them back and forth. He was wearing his favorite outfit-the last one his mother gave him before she died-on the pockets and the back of the jacket was Mukuro's favorite number 69. A sharp knock sounded from the front door. Mukuro jumped up off the couch and scrambled toward the door to open it. Just outside the door stood a young man about his uncle's with gravity defiying blonde hair and blue eyes that softened when they saw Mukuro. Mukuro's eyes widened. The man appeared kind but even he at a young age could sense that there lay a hidden strength in him that could make any one tremble at his feet but Mukuro also sensed kindness and comfort in those eyes. He quickly composed himself as the man knelt down.

"Hello young man is Damon Spade here. I'm Giotto Vongola I'm here to talk to him."

Mukuro opened his mouth to responed but his uncle beet him to it.

"Hello Giotto my old friend come on in," Spade asked, then as if an afterthought,"Mukuro you can go ahead on to the dinning room and set the table now."

Giotto smiled at Mukuro before he followed Spade to his study.

-Giotto and Spades pov-

As soon as the two men shut the door behind them the atmosphere tensed and thickened. Spade's eyes narrowed and a smirk grew on his face.

"What no Alaude here today does that mean you trust me...Primo?" He said using Giotto's formal title

Giotto's eyes turned a fire orange"Not in the least Spade I merely need only myself against you."

Spade sighed as if hurt by the other man's statement "You wound me Giotto and here I thought we were such close friends but, you shouldn't be so cocky Giotto that could be your undoing."

The Don's eyes and face remained unchanged."Is that a threat Damon? I came here to give you a warning in honor of our old friendship tread carefully for your days as a free man are numbered and soon They will come for you."

Damon Spade glared at his old friend "Then let Them come I will strike Them down."

-back to Mukuro-

Mukuro's two-toned eyes widened but he had no time to contemplate the meaning of the conversation as the study's door started to open and out walked "Primo". He knelt down next to Mukuro and pressed something into his hands quickly.

"Call this number if you ever need my help." He said before getting up so quickly Mukuro found himself wondering if he's ever was kneeling in the first place then walking out the door into the rain. Mukuro ran off to his room to look at the slip of paper given to him. Once inside his cold and dark room he looked at the paper. On it was a phone number. He memorized the number and then destroyed the paper. He was going to get out of this hell someday soon.

Me:woohoo over 1000 words! My longest yet both posted and unposted and thanks to dobrox10 for being my first reviewer.

After I finish the last chapter of this fic (and maybe an epilogue if people ask) I plan on doing a 26B(SemeFran,UkeBel) mpreg fanfic. Am currently hiding from Bel as I type fearing for my life but my muse cannot be silenced...I have had waaaaaaayyyyy to much suger _