Warning: Boyxboy BL Yaoi lemon/lime smut or whatever flouts your boat. OOC-ness

Pairing: R27 (reborn Tsuna)

Disclaimer: oh my gackt you actually think I'm talented enough to make KHR? *sparkle sparkle*

Summary: dropped down by life Tsuna works his way through life pleasuring other men. Years spent in pain and hurt lock away the human emotions the cheerful boy once possessed leaving only porcelain doll behind. Until a stranger comes just to leave cracks and dents in the beautiful toy.

Author's useless attempts to justify herself: oki so people like it… there are somebody who actually liked the first chappy *sparkles and wags tail at the reviewers* sorry ehm. I'm really thankful for those who reviewed and those who read it. I sort of regret leaving the note that I have a background to the last remark by Reborn *sigh* there is an lj link on my profile for those who want to read my view on it.

Oh and italics is not memories or anything. It's just plot devices. …. I think I need to stop reading weird literature.

Shadows crept from all the sides inching closer to the boy making the shadow above him more grotesque then it was. Tsuna bit his lip. It hurt. The man panted in a disgusting matter. Tsuna felt dirty, he wanted to push the man off and run to the bathroom, he wanted to scrub his kin until it peeled of until nothing was left. His body didn't move. It staid as it usually did – still only shifting once in a while to create an illusion that he wasn't a masterfully crafted doll. His mind wondered off as the man pushed into him once more. His naked thoughts sunk deep into the shadows of his memory "I'll make it so that you can never forget me" echoed in the boys mind as vague memories of that night filled Tsuna's mind. The honey eyed boy looked up at his tormentor. Maybe just maybe it was him again. Maybe, he simply didn't notice the dangerous chuckles, the rough hands, skilful tongue from the begging. Tsuna cursed his wondering mind for ignoring it but as soon as his eyes fell on the shadow it didn't change form. A moan of disgust escaped the boy's lips. There weren't even cobwebs in his mind he could blame for not seeing the man he wanted to see. He wasn't there. He simply wasn't there from the start.

Cold water met skin and soft garments trailing curves of a small body in their travel to the floor. More and more droplets of water met their companions on the sacred journey. Some staid behind satisfied with their accomplishments, satisfied with clinging to a neck, to the skin, feeling lucky that they could embrace the soft brown locks of hair. Honey coloured eyes starred blankly at the floor as a pale hand scooped up more water with a bowl dumping it over the shadowy excuse for a human existence. The boy didn't gasp at the coldness, he didn't flinch or acknowledge anything around him, he just wanted to make it go all away. He wanted that smell that imprinted itself into his senses, that touch that still lingered on his skin and that voice… oh, god make them go away! The boy screamed a silent plea his eyes tearing up. 'Make it go away" a soft whisper hit the walls, the water soaked ground spreading into thin darkness and escaping through cracks in the construction. The boys head dropped his eyes closed. He felt tired so tired. He wanted to sleep just for a bit. The small body curled up on the floor. A last of hope of never waking up passed the boys mind before utter darkness consumed the tortured mind.

Three months have passed. Three months and the boy still smiled. Three months and he was still himself. A doll in a beautiful outfit tending to foul old men. It all seemed like a distorted vision of a tea party.

'Would you like some more tea princess?' a plum hand extended a teapot towards a doll. A crack bound to its lifeless face.

The doors closed, people went away and solitude entered the premises. Quite it was so quite. Why couldn't his mind be just as quite? Why did it have to trash in a violent storm hitting leaves and litter at everything that got in its way? Why did the mother have to call the girl for dinner?

'Oh no, I didn't mean to drop you! Are you ok mademoiselle?' pale soft hands picked up an even paler doll. 'You are al right' the child sighed in relief not noticing the small crack behind the dolls fringe.

Tsuna could see himself fall in slow motion, his hand outstretched in front of him – a pale shape like a leaf on the wooden floor. It wasn't a bad fall. A slightly bruise on a knee and a scrape on his palm. Not a bad fall at all, the boy kept repeating to himself as Aoi huffed around him. 'Dame-Tsuna, be careful, what will happen if you get yourself seriously injured? There are clients to tend to' the old woman clicked her tongue as she complained at the boy's clumsiness. She always did because Tsuna always would fall or slip something on himself. The brunette just smiled at the woman. It wasn't a bad fall at all. Did he sleep? The woman asked. The boy nodded. Of course he slept, why he shouldn't?' the boy said with a sheepish expression. The elderly woman just shook her head.

Doors closed, solitude entered. Tsuna sank to the floor in his room, his back resting against his bed. His eyes rested on the bruise on his knee. The sleeping garment opened slightly showing his thin legs, exposing his soft chest to the vicious shadows around him. A hand moved to poke at the bruise – it didn't sting. The brunette rested his index finger on the spot drawing imaginary lines around it. Slowly his hand drifted from his knee up the thigh leaving butterfly like kisses on his skin. No it was different. His touch - it was different. Honey coloured eyes closed as their owner gave into the flood of memories his index finger once more lingering on the bruise.

Slight pressure applied to the bluish mark as fingers dragged against the skin tracing patterns on their owner's thigh his hips slowly moving towards his groin. No he wouldn't touch it just yet, he would tease me some more. The thought made the brunette to move his hand higher. Tsuna traced the patterns of his own body stopping at the sensitive spots taking time to tease himself. The digets moved towards his chest stopping just an inch from the perked rosy buds. The boy softly caressed one of them dropping his head and biting his lip to suppress a moan. His other hand let go of the sleeve he didn't remember clenching and moved lower.

A finger touched the erection, rubbing it softly grazing its lengthy slowly moving down to the base. A tight gripped encircled the sensitive organ moving up und adown in a fast pace. Tsuna moved his hand even higher sucking on his own fingers, filling his mouth. His skilled tongue licked around the digits drenching them in saliva. The boy grunted as milky liquid began to drip on to his hand. The honey eyed boy pulled his fingers from his mouth biting into his hand instead as he felt himself tense. 'Reborn. My name… I want to hear you scream it'. Tsuna let go of his hand throwing his head back and gasping the man's name out as milky liquid coated his hand and stomach.

The boy staid in that position, panting. Tears lined his vision rolling down his checks dropping onto his sweaty body.

'Princess!' the childish voice chocked out as the doll fell on the ground once more. Delicate porcelain face collided with the cold ground. A shriek fallowed the silence as the child cradled her doll. A crack was visible on her face, disfiguring the beautiful toy.

A/N: I ish actually proud of this thing. Not as proud of my first chapter. And I think you'll see the decay. The devolution of the story's charm is blinding. No need to even squint. Its really short im sorry about that too Q_Q

P.S.

I blame Mi-kun and Kanon for all of this -_-