A/N

This is my first story on and it's a little confusing on posting. (I've mostly been a reader on here) however I mostly write on Wattpad. This story is completely done on my wattpad account, which is GeekyWolf101 if you wish to read it there. I've also wrote other fanfics on that account. I may make some changes when I go through through. Towards the endish.

Disclaimers: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

"Normal"

'Thoughts'

'Flashbacks'

"Other Languages"

Beep, beep, beep...

"Hmm..." The faintest sound of a beeping rang in my ears as I laid on what felt so foreign. Something I haven't felt since I was four.

'A bed' at the feeling I opened my eyes slightly to look at my surroundings, taking noticed the white plaster walls surrounded me like and enclosure. The smell of chemicals littered the air heavily as my nose twitched in distaste but found it better then the smell of a rotting bloody hell hole. The air was cold, exactly like that place. It burned my lungs and throat slightly in irritation. My mouth was dry and parched more so then usual as the familiar feeling of a dried mouth hit me. I could faintly feel a could liquid slip into my veins up until my elbow where it changed temperatures leaving behind a weird but acceptable sensation behind. The liquid that coursed through my veins left an after affect in the back of my throat, leaving a horrid taste in my mouth.

After listening to the beep of a machine beside me for two minutes, I finally opened my eyes completely to stare at the plain white ceiling above me. My body was chilly from the air around me, even with the thin blanket covering my petite body. The room was in utter quiet besides the annoyance by beeping some bad caused by wont I believed to be a heart monitor.

I could feel the numbness of medicine in my veins by how the pain hardly reached my neves. I slowly eased myself up even when the pain steadily made its way back into my nerves. Even so, I kept sitting up with grunts of discomfort ever so often, as my face twisted in pain filled snarl. My teeth clenched against each other almost to the point I thought they could snap at any given time. My heart monitor began to beep faster at the acceleration of my heart when I began to sit up.

After getting into a comfortable position, I painted slightly from overextended use of my injured body. My head began to pound making it feel like a heart beat of its own. Trying to break free from my skull. The press pulsed and grew as I took noticed of the window next to me. My eyes slightly flinched at the light and began to flutter a few times before they could see more efficiently. I took noticed of the things in the room that made it seem a little more homie to those that would stay here. A seat was placed close to my bed along with a stand that had a lap on it. I looked around some more seeing two doors, one leading to a bathroom and the other to the hallway. I could see through the window by the door, doctors and nurses conversing back and forth. Handing different papers to people. I looked away and instead looked down at my body to see it clean and free of the grim that once cover my body like a second skin. All the blood, sweat and tears erased from what was once etched skin. The only thing remaining to show my time in that world are the scars I bare and trauma that would most definitely follow not to long after.

Not long the door to my, short time of use room, was knocked on. The door opened revealing a man in his late twenties to maybe even thirties walked in sporting a white lab coat followed by black scrubs. He had a stethoscope hanging around his neck giving him a more professional look. He glanced up at me giving a slight smile that showed sympathy. I ignored the look not really caring for the look he gave me. My face stayed dulled hiding all emotion within myself.

"Aww good morning Mr. Sawada, we we're wondering when you'd awake. We were worried when you kept waking up screaming every hour but didn't responded." The doctor looked at me taking in my appearance, checking for any sign of a health problem after speaking that short opening introduction.

'I'm guessing they scanned my finger prints and more to find my identity...and what about the screaming' I thought nonchalantly, not really caring that they know who I am or what I had been doing. The doctor pulled out a pair of glasses from a side pocket placing them on his face. He used his index finger to push the pair of glasses all the way up his nose into a comfortable place. He walked over to the bottom of my bed taking the clip board that hanged there up to his face. He scanned over it with precise eyes, lifting each paper up delectably hardly making a sound. The sound of soft breath could be heard mixed in with the beeps and the smell of chemicals still strong in the air, even so the man continued his work precisely accurate, as he's profession had called for such a thing.

"Well Mr. Sawada we'd usually keep you here until a legal guardian appears to take you home and sign the paper work but it says both your biological parents are dead, you'll be released momentarily after you sign a few papers. Oh and before I forget the police would like you to answer some questions. Well if you'd like to, it would help their cause to end what... you've experienced." The doctors walked out of the room after the explanation. Not actually allowing me to answer him back.

My eyes trained on the door for a few more minutes before taking my gaze some where else in the room. I turned my head towards the window finding it slightly open, allowing a cold breeze to wash in removing the tainted smell of chemicals and replacing it with a faint smell of grass and summer. Something I haven't smelled so sweetly peaceful in a long time. As I continued to look at the window I thought back to the doctor.

'Both biological parents are dead... Of course he would put on my records he was dead. How else do you explain the disappearance of a child and he's family..." My mind raced in slight furry knowing he was still alive but refused to let it be known. For the fear of being related to me was so much more horrid.

Not long the doctor came back and helped me settle into leaving. I signed papers, allowing my release before I was discarded.

I left the hospital finally relieving my nose from the stench filled place. My nose however could still smell the raemances of chemicals lingering in my nostrils. I sneezed at the feeling of discomfort it left, getting odd glances from people around. Some of them blushed but moved on. I began to walk street after street not actually having anywhere to go and no money to get me any where. I couldn't go back home to my old house because no one was there and to everyone's knowledge the Sawada's were all dead. Buried under pounds of dirt. Only a marker showing what's left of their existence.

As I walked I could faintly remember the places around. The flower shop, the park, the school and this one particular restaurant called TakeSushi. A place my mother often took me when she wanted to celebrate or wanted to get out. At the mention of the place stopped and looked it over. It still looked the same regardless of how long I've been gone and still held a familiar delicious fragrance I've admired since I was young. The place had a sign saying it was closed for the day but regardless of open or closed I couldn't afford the simplest of meal not even a glass of water.

I sighed at the familiar sound of my stomach growl in agony from the loss of found I received over the years. I turned my head to walk away from the restaurant, even when I so desired to eat something edible more so then the scrapes I was used to, that managed to keep me breathing until the next feeding.

The fist thing I wanted to do was find a home, get in rolled in school and get a job. The doctor had set me up that I could stay at the hospital where all the kids, like me who were found, could stay, until a respected guardian showed up or said child found a new home. In my case, a job to get a home. They had sent me to enroll in the school saying that I was behind education regardless of all the things I knew but refused to say other wise. Instead I complied in their wishes leaving the place to find Namimori Middle School. They had called them in advance to say I'd arrive shortly without delay. The doctors had given me cloths for the mean time afterwards.

The doctor said I would arrive in time for some of the morning classes after getting settled in. They said to try and pay attention and to not worry if I didn't understand anything. I snickered slightly at the thought and continued on my way seeing students gathering in the school grounds. I ignored the strange looks I got and walked up to the school gate reading the sign on the schools brick wall 'Namimori Middle School' I started walking into the school following my intuition but figured it would be better to have a student show me the way, instead of arousing attention from being by myself. I scanned the around looking for a suitable person that wouldn't annoy me. I stopped, just as I seen a person with black hair standing guard at the gate, with crossed arms. He held a stoic expression on his face. He wore the school uniform, his jacket hanging from his shoulders with a band of red and gold fabric with letting etched in, on his sleeve. The lettering read 'Discipline Committee' on it and that's when I figured it wouldn't hurt to go ask him. My intuition flared saying this man could be a potential threat but I ignored it favoring the quiet look that brought about him. I walked half towards the gate with quiet delicate steps to the point I didn't exist. When I was in arms length he turned his head at me and narrowed his eyes.

"Hn. State your business or I'll bite you to death herbivore" he said threateningly. Not really caring for the threat I stayed dull and looked into his eyes.

"Could you show me to the principals office, I'm new." I said loud enough for him to hear. I held a calm authority in my voice when I spoke, never breaking eye contact. I could faintly see a smirk appear before a glint of predatory appeared in his eyes and left no quicker then it came. He only nodded and lead me towards the school in steady strides. When I looked around at the students I could see the scarred and shocked faces they all spouted, gaping like ugly goldfish. I once again snickered mentally for the second time this morning as I payed attention to the teen in front of me. He guided me down the halls, twisting and turning down various ways. I memorized every single rout, committing them to memory.

The raven haired teen stopped outside a door knocking once and entering without an answer. The teen looked at him getting ready to turn away. I looked at him once more before smiling.

"Thank you Mr. Carnivore" I said smiling 'innocently' as the teen put it mentally term, smirking at the revolution I had just laid out on the table for the teen to grasp. With a small smirk he gave me a side ways glance.

"Hn. Omnivore" was the only thing he uttered before completely disappearing.

I walked into the office taking a seat at the principals wish. I pretty much ignored every word he said only hearing the main importance a of the entire conversation. Not long after I was handed a uniform and schedule. I changed fast in the bathroom before heading of to my class using my intuition to follow it ever step of the way. Not long did I stop in front of another door. I knocked once and opened it revealing a teacher who, what I guessed was teaching. I walked in handing him my schedule as realization appeared in his annoyed face before he faked a smile and turned to the class.

"I'm your superior teacher Nezu-sensei. Would you please introduce your self?" He said 'kindly' at me beaming a ugly smile. My mind mentally races at the disgust I felt towards this man but held it back not wanting to actually get into a petite argument over something so pointless even though I know I would win.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi" I said without a bow or greeting of any kind. The class broke into soft whispers as students looked back between me and their friends. A girl raised her hand awaiting for the teacher to call on her. The teacher nodded to her allowing her the right to speak.

"Are you the same Sawada we went to elementary with and was supposed to be dead?" I looked at her quietly and collective noticing everyone around had the same question besides those who've never meet me until this day. I sighed slightly keeping my composer before answering the idiots questions.

"Yes...but as you can see...the dead part was wrong" I said taking in every expression as shock littered the room. The only person that didn't have an expression was the raven haired boy who had his head down in a quiet slumber. One of the male teens in the class raised his hand this time smirking after realizing who I was.

"So where've you been Dame-Tsuna?" He said slightly amused and his shit ass grin grew larger as everyone snickered at the name. My facade never faltered in the slightest as I stared the teen in the eyes releasing a slight amount of killing intent into the room.

"Hell" was my only answer as the class went silent. I looked over their expressions finding it enjoyable I put them into a shock state, especially after remembering what they did to me as a child.

"Can I take a seat now?" I asked bringing Nezu out of his trance.

"Uh...yes, o-ver there by Yamamoto. Raise your hand Yamamoto" I looked around the room waiting for a hand to shot up but found non did. I guessed the teen with his head down was Yamamoto by the way his head stayed down. I walked over to him and took the seat directly behind him. Class went on and I went on ignoring every word.