A/N: You are all such nice people! Thank you all for the reviews. I hope you like this installment of the childhood arc. Plz, read and review! P.S KHR is not mine, but Kiyoshi is!

Age: It's in snippets of Kiyoshi growing into a toddler from 1-3.

Chapter 2: Identical in Every Way (Except in Personality)

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.-Mark Twain

It was night and I was placed back in the cage (read crib) next to the sleeping baby. The child was fast asleep while I was up. I was unable to sleep due to stress and confusion whirring in my mind. 'I had to get out' I struggled but found myself wrapped up and restrained this time with 'a rug?'

Finally, I gave up after several unsuccessful attempts. Instead, I stared in envy at the child's peaceful sleeping face who was ignorant to the fact he was kidnapped.

Thus, my life continued uneventfully with me sleeping, eating and brooding for some time as I waited for my chance to escape.

I had observed these people for a long time (maybe even a month) when I realized something bigger was going on than me being drugged. 'For one thing how could the woman pick me up? (like she was doing now).'

The man I could understand since he looked strong enough to hold me. However, I could tell despite my warped vision that the woman was really tiny compared to the man. 'How was it then that could she pick me up when I was probably the same size as her?'

I was jolted out of my thoughts as I smelled soap, heard the sound of water running, and the felt the hard surface of a table on my back. 'Where was I?'

Curious, I used what little energy I had I turned my head to face a mirror. In the background, the weirdo kidnappers clapped and cheered like I had brought a miracle to earth.

"Kiyoshi turned his head!"

I just ignored them not understanding what they were saying. l continued to look into the mirror. Staring back at me was a blurry bundle with two eyes that blinked back at me. ' It must be the baby' I thought then saw that the blurry form of the baby was in the man's arms in the background.

'Wait, then that means...The person in the mirror is...is me!' I screeched. The impossible realization hit me like cold water.

"He must be scared of his own reflection" laughed the man as the woman joined in.

I merely screamed louder in shock and annoyance not understanding what they were saying. All I knew was that I was having a mental crisis here, while these people were laughing.

The day I realized I was a boy was when my eyesight cleared up enough for me to recognize details. It was also the day me and Tsuna had a bath. By then I later wished that was not the case.

There is no way I can accurately describe the horror I felt when a women and man took me into the bath for 'family bonding time' when I was mentally a teenager.

'Oh, the shame!' I tried my best to cover up which equaled me waving my hands about to no avail. And to avoid looking at them in their naked glory I looked down. 'Bad idea.'

I blinked and counted to ten. 'Still there. The thing that should not be there is there.' My vision began to warp. The room seemed to spin. 'It's just an illusion right?' Then my vision went black accompanied by the horrified screams of the woman and booming voice of the man.

It turned out not only was I a guy, but I was the twin to Tsuna. A near identical twin, might I add.

I was sitting on the bathroom counter facing the mirror. I ignored the two grownups who were watching me with relieved and amused expressions on their faces. I poked despondently at the brown haired boy with tufts of brown stick up hair in the mirror.

'And there goes all my originality'. I could only hope that we look different when we get older. I continued to poke the reflection of me in the mirror until noticed I was tearing up.

'Was I crying' I went to pat my face and accidentally smacked it too hard with my hand. Okay, now I was crying and-"WAAAH!" I looked up at the mirror me which was crying pretty hard... oh wait that was Tsuna 'oppsie'.

"WAAH" I cringed before my baby instincts kicked in as I joined in the wailing.

Another thing I disliked about being an identical twin was even our parents kept mistaking us for each other. It caused me in turn to confuse myself with Tsuna. Every time they mistook us for each other it left me questioning which was my name and 'Who was I? Tsuna or Kiyoshi?'

(Later, once a realized where exactly I was I dearly hoped the latter because no way did I want to be a mafia boss. I also did not want to deal with all the mayhem that came with it. That was Tsuna's pail of fish, not mine.)

Personally, looking back I was in deep denial. But who wouldn't? I mean it's not every day that you find yourself in a baby's body. Safe to say, I cried a lot under the stress.

Eventually, I warmed up to them. Eventually... after I realized what was going on. Eventually, when I got back my sight, hearing and other bodily functions back. Eventually, I even accepted these strangers as my parents...

'Oh, who am I kidding? It must have been Stockholm syndrome'

I was cooped up against my will by my baby body, stuck in the play pen, and then by them locking the damn door. However these people fed me, washed me, gave me entertainment, and cuddled me. I was dependent on them for everything.

In the end they 'killed' me with kindness, sparkles filled smiles, bear hugs, treats, toys, and love. I tried stubbornly to resist the people as selfish as it was. Even as each act kindness made me like them more and crushed what teenage ego I had.

Even at night when I kept repeating myself that 'I was not Kiyoshi'. The uncertain question still lingered 'but then who was I?'

I couldn't remember my name and the names of my family had faded. I only had bits and pieces like my mom smelled like lavender and my Dad who was a quiet man who liked classical music.

Both of which if I saw or heard had me tearing up because of my emotional state and baby instincts to cry. All. The. Time.

When I did accept these people I could not help comparing my parents to these new people. To start off they very different then my first parents who were older and thus more experienced in child rearing have fostered a few before. (Then again I was a bit- okay very biased in my first parents favor)

First, these new strangers were helicopter parents. That was part of the reason I found myself crying a lot. They always came whether it was a boo-boo, from being hit with a beach ball, or me tearing up at a patch of lavender because it reminded of my old mom.

They would then fuss until I felt compelled to cry. Same thing with Tsuna. I could see the future anxiety issues a mile away. Then again maybe they did have reason to worry once I could walk...since being toddlers me and Tsuna both went our own ways.

It was the 'Terrible Twos' and 'Double the Trouble' for the parents.

At that age, another thing I found me and Tsuna had in common was that we both hid. Tsuna hid curled up like a cat in the tinniest spaces in the house. How he never got squished by someone seemed like a miracle to me'

I would go the most open and highest areas hanging off a railing because I couldn't quite stand on my own. I liked being high up because it made me feel the free, independence and gave me alone time. I could feel like a teenager again, instead of the toddler I was treated as.

I admit that I also did it because it freaked out the parents when they found me. My totally justified and petty reasons were the daily humiliations I went through growing up all over again.

The least being that the baby food they fed me was icky mush. Other prominent ones were how I felt when they cleaned me up and what they fed me before that. Urgh. That I prefer to forget and wipe from my memory.

I had a grim sense of satisfaction (and ringing ears) hearing as the man yelled for us at the top of his lungs."TSSUUNA KIYOSHI! Where are you? TSU-Kiyoshi what are you doing up there!" and smugly watched as the man tripped over his own feet in haste to reach me.

He peeled me off the railing at the top of staircase that I was clinging to. My smiling face morphed into a frown. Angrily I tried to kick him for taking me from my high up happy place.

"No hitting or kicking Kiyoshi!" reprimanded Iemitsu firmly. I pouted and like magic he disintegrated into a cuddling and cooing mess. "Aww your so cute trying to be make scary faces again!"

I comically struggled to breath when he strangled me to death with his bear hugs.

This freedom was short lived because they took to putting us the cage. Aka the fenced in playpen. Thus my freedom as a kid was back to 0.

When we were freed, I ended up trailing after Tsuna. I concluded that they would be less compelled to shut us up there if they only had to look for one kid to find the other.

Secondly, Tsuna wouldn't follow me being the kid he was and so it was up to me.

Lastly, I was curious about how he would react to me.

Day One: Tsuna with wide eyes looked at me tilting head then contin,ued wobbling unsteadily from foot to foot. Then screamed when I got a tad to close, lost my balance and almost barreled into him.

The parents came in immediately. Dad armed with a kitchen knife and Mama a ladle. They were making dinner I assumed. Seeing only us they relaxed thier tensed stances and each picked one of us up.

"Dinners ready!" It wasn't they were just lying so they could keep an eye on us. So failed the first time but I was determined not to fail the next time.

Another episode was when Tsuna realized this was not a one time thing and decided to try to out-toddle me. Instead he also found out that baby coordination sucks by tripping.

I bit back giggle and tried to help him up forgetting for a moment that I also was a child. Instead I lost my balance and we both tumbled to the ground me on top of Tsuna.

I burst out in giggling and out came Mama and Papa with the camera and immediately I frowned. Too late, because the picture of a giggling me on top of shocked Tsuna was already taken.

A week after me trailing after him Tsuna figured that he could not get rid of me. He even got used to it and occasionally looked over his shoulder, as if to make sure I was following him.

"Aww they are like a mama duck and her baby!" commented Nana fondly. Iemistu nodded with a wide smile and snapped another picture. 'Baby?' That rubbed me the wrong way. 'If anything I'm the older one! (in mind).' Thus, I stopped following Tsuna in silent retaliation.

However it didn't end there.

'Freedom!' I silently squealed for joy in my head the next time the dreaded cage opened. I rushed out. However, I stopped short feeling the eyes of someone on me.

'Was Iemitsu watching/stalking us again with a camera, like he did the first week we started walking?'

I slowly turned and there Tsuna.

I walked a little away he followed. I stopped and so did he. It was weird. I moved he copied like mirror.

Gosh now he's following me. It must be karma. I thought it was cute when I did it, but now I know how creepy it was have your identical twin mirror your every move.

I hoped that this wouldn't continue for long. I rather liked my personal space in my past life when I was an only child.

Then it came. The time when both parents stare expectantly waiting for that one (hopefully their first) word from their child that will make their dreams come true. The word that parents for ages argue about which one their child will say first.

"Say Mama Kiyoshi!"

"No! Say Papa Kiyoshi!"

'Mama or Papa? I could call them that. Just not Mom or Dad.'

I opened my toothless gums as both leaned in expectantly waiting anxiously and bleated out my first word.

"Tuna!" or I could always go with my twins new nickname courtesy of moi.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. I suck at editing...sorry. Every time I write I think I'm writing too much then add more when editing. Then when I post I think I write too little. Oh well! ^_^

Childhood Arc: It originally covered 3 chapters now a lot more since this turned out super long. They mirror the milestones of childhood development since Kiyoshi is growing up with a teenage mind but is limited to her/his child body.

Character: So what babies and kids do is sleep, cry play and thats about it. So thats why its mostly Kiyoshi thoughts establishing the basics. She/ he knows the fact but isn't really accepting them all that well. It's along the lines of yeah I'll believe this if it continues to be true later on.

Trauma Drama: We have gender issues, identical twins, I'm a baby, these people are now my parents etc. Kiyoshi has just accepted the last one. I'm not so sure how far I'll get into child hood arc.