Because of people with beautiful souls who faved, followed, and to those nine people who reviewed(angels, really.), I've decided to continue this thing. So, here's chapter two.

II

Staring at the ceiling, Tsuna still couldn't sleep even a single wink.

"You were incredibly lucky! The pole barely missed your heart or any vital part!"

That's impossible, Lady Luck abhored and still does abhor me for all my life. I know my body. I'm sure that my heart was hit. He couldn't help but think of it. He was, no, is sure. That rusted pole with a pointed end really did go through his heart. His mind couldn't help but repeatedly ask How, how is he still breathing?

Sighing heavily, he tried to drift off to sleep again when the door opened with a 'click'. In came a man with short, rather spiky hair wearing an expensive looking suit. Tsuna thought he looked familiar, maybe he saw him somewhere? He really couldn't place who this man is, though. The man easily walked to his bed and slipped by the once empty chair beside it. Seeing as the now labelled stranger in Tsuna's mind was about to talk, he beat him to it,

"Who are you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he had to raise his eyebrows at the man's expression. He looked absolutely baffled, like he couldn't believe Tsuna just asked him that question. Tsuna belatedly realized the silence had gone for a second too long. He asked a very legitimate question after all. Feeling vaguely irritated, he tried again.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

"You don't remember me?" the stranger said, seemingly getting out of a trance but still incredibly confused. Tsuna's face fell flat. If anyone had the right to be confused right now, it was him. First, he gets struck by a pole but miraculously lives, and now a guy he may have possibly seen before is talking to him as if he's crazy for not remembering the face of every human he may have encountered?

Leaning on the propped up pillows on his horrid squeaky hospital bed, he answered in a completely bored, and maybe just a tiny bit sarcastic voice, "I don't, Mister."

And the now addressed Mister's face ultimately fell. Tsuna couldn't help but just fall into more confusion. Why is this stranger, this Mister so upset? Had he done something incredible for him before? At that, Tsuna tried to search his memories. Nothing really came to mind besides the fact that he suddenly felt so tired and that he desperately needs to get some sleep now.

Apparently, the mister still has some business with him.

"You really don't remember me at all?" oddly, the mister's voice sounded so depressed now.

God, Tsuna was just so tired.

"If it helps, I think you look familiar. Have we met somewhere or something?"

The Mister didn't answer. In fact, he totally tuned Tsuna's words out as he looked to be in deep thought. He even placed a hand on his chin. Tsuna effectively concluded that he now hates this man.

Sighing, he started to say, "Look, I'm really tired and-"

"My name is Mitsu. I'm part of an agency which caters to children living alone." 'Mitsu' said, suddenly sounding all business-like. Tsuna thought the man looked a little guilty. He shrugged the thought off. Why would this Mitsu guy be guilty, anyway? However, Tsuna couldn't bring himself to believe the guy's words either. Maybe that's why he looked a bit guilty. He's lying. An agency that caters to children -god forsake, he just basically called Tsuna a 'child' didn't he?- living alone? Tsuna couldn't help but snort. How ridiculous. If so, then why did this agency only come now? And how was this agency even supposed to just suddenly know that fact about him. He's been living alone for a pretty long time now, why only now? Not like he ever wanted it. Living all alone is quite convenient. He only had to care for one person, himself.

Looking at Mitsu's eyes, Tsuna replied, "I'm perfectly fine living by myself, Mitsu-san. I don't need any help. Now, if you mind I need to get some sleep."

He dismissed the discussion then and there laying fully on the bed and turning to face his back to the agency person. Closing his eyes, he vaguely heard the sound of shuffling feet before finally drifting to sleep.

Tsuna looked all around him. Endless white. He couldn't even see the end of wherever he was. Tsuna tried to recall what had happened...but the last thing he remembers is that weird conversation he had with the Mistu-guy before sleeping...wait, so he's sleeping.

"This is a dream?" he said aloud, and whoa, hearing his voice reverbrate through the whole endless dimension made him shiver.

This dream feels so real.

He frowned. Even in dreams, his life was seemingly left empty. So completel void of anything. Wait, would his whole dream consist of him just standing in this white space? How lame. Maybe he should walk around.

After several paces, he finally saw something. What the hell is this thing?

Tsuna approached the gargantuan glass cube. He tried knocking on the glass with his fists. Naturally, it was hard, it was solid and it was really here. What was weird though, was that when he knocked on the glass, there was no sound at all. Circling around the glass cube, he realized that his footsteps wasn't really creating any sound either. Trying to get a better look inside the cube, he stuck his face closer and scanned the thing. He was about to give up when he noticed a little tuft of brown. Studying it, he learned it wasn't actually an 'it' but a person. A small child. He was hugging his legs and his head was buried in between his knees.

As if noticing Tsuna's stare, the child's head slowly turned up to meet his. Brown met brown, and Tsuna stopped breathing.

That's him, right? Just, a him when he was much younger.

The child-him spoke.

"You're welcome. Life is precious, you know?"

What?

Tsuna immediately thought as his eyes snapped open. What was that dream? It felt so real. And what was up with the child-him, why the 'You're welcome.'. Groaning, he sat up and found out he wasn't alone.

Okay. Why is one of his classmates here?

"How do you feel...Sawada...kun?"

"I'm fine..." Tsuna searched his memories to remember her name, "Sasagawa Kyoko-san."

"Kyoko is fine, Sawada-kun." the orange haired girl said politely.

"Why are you here?" Tsuna asked bluntly. Well.

Sasagawa Kyoko visibly flinched for a moment before becoming Ms. Bright-and-Happy-Full-of-Sparkles-and-Positive-Energy. Ah, Tsuna fully remembered who this girl is. The so-called 'Madonna' of the school.

"It's good to see you're okay now. Actually, it was me and Onii-san who brought you here. We...saw what happened. Onii-san was supposed to come and check up on you too, but he still has to finish his club activity." She explained, looking down trodden.

Tsuna looked out the window and saw the sun setting. Guess, he was absent in class today. He really didn't care much. Turning to look at the girl, he registered the fact that people from his school saw him throw his life away to save a family of kittens. Great. Sasagawa Kyoko isn't leaving. What else does she need? She already played her role as the concerned citizen, technically, classmate.

...Should he thank her? She and her brother brought him to the hospital after all. On the other hand, he really didn't ask for it. He was also completely fine with the concept of dying. Mentally shrugging, he decided to return the polite-ness.

"Thank you...to you and your brother for bringing me here. But you really didn't have to visit me. I'm okay." he said gazing at her eyes, and a pang of guilt almost struck him. Her eyes were practically screaming 'concerned' it looked so genuine Tsuna almost believed it. He wouldn't, wasn't, he really just can't actually believe in other people anymore.

Feeling uncomfortable, Tsuna faked a yawn. Thankfully, it was effective and Sasagawa Kyoko bid her goodbye.

The sky was already dark when Tsuna started walking back to his...house. He didn't dare call the place home anymore. As he reached it, he froze. His bored look immediately shifted to a cold one. What could he have possibly have done to have a bunch of men in suits standing guard by his house? Were these men in suits part of a new gang in town? Or maybe a completely new gang that decided to destroy him? Eyes sharpening, he slowly continued walking to his house.

He reached his front door without any complications. The men even parted to give him way when they noticed him. He looked back at the suspicious group, but they were just all standing still.

Weird.

Fishing his keys out of his pocket, he held the door knob for a sec and realized he didn't need the keys. The front door was open. Tsuna debated on whether he should run away as fast as he can-who knows what those men put in his house-or to hell with it and go in. As per usual, he acted impulsively and turned the door knob.

Upon opening the door, his eyes traced to a person about to come out of the kitchen. Pivoting his foot, he leapt to get in front of the person and threw a punch...only, his fist was caught by a much larger hand.

And what, exactly is this Mitsu-guy doing in his house? Hadn't he clearly stated his opposition to the 'help' they were most probably going to offer?

Lowering his fist and letting it fall to his side, Tsuna started, "Listen, Mitsu-san. As I've said, I'm perfectly fine on my own. Besides, I have a practically non-existent father and a mother who left me so you can't really negotiate with anyone here about my living status...or situation. I'm not really of legal age yet, I believe you have to talk about stuff like this with my 'guardian' or something, but there's no one like that here. Please leave."

Tsuna couldn't believe he said so much. In fact, this could probably be counted as the day he talked the most and with the most people. He just really wished Mister Mistu would leave him already. He still had to mourn how incomprehensible the fact that he's still living and breathing knowing he should be dead. Oh, and that odd dream. That really odd dream.

Hearing Mistu murmur something, he tiredly raised his eyes to meet the older guy's ones.

"What was that?" just leave already.

"Tsuna..."

What the-who gave him the right to-

"...I'm actually your old man."

Huh?

"What?"

Tsuna felt his brain short-circuiting at this point.

"I'm saying that I'm Sawada Iemitsu, your father."

Tsuna couldn't hide the surprise, the shock that showed on his face before his look morphed into the usual dull, bored one. Tsuna would've probably accused the man of lying if not for the gut feeling he was having that this Mitsu guy's…actually saying the truth. But…

"...still, just leave."

-to be continued-

Not much has really happened..hmmm. I'm kinda grooving with a slow pace with this story. I'm going to say this early because some might ask, but romance in this story is...not really happening. I mean, I'm not planning to add romance. The most I would do here is probably just add some super slight hints of romance with some particular character maybe some chapter if I feel like it'll work and won't do much harm to the story. But irdk, so I'll just keep writing and let's all see what happens lol.