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The inspiration for making me write once more again: 'Birthright' by Morcai on Archive of Our Own. That's where the story is at. There's no version of the story on here. Here's to Morcai's tear-jerking story, for it made me want to cry by how perfect it is. Salute!


Liquid chocolate eyes snapped open to the sharp light of the room and stayed open, regardless of the pain his eyes sent back at him. He groans, holding his head a bit as he felt the phantom weight on his middle left finger as he rolls onto his side. Curling up, he listens for one voice that joined his mind for past few weeks.

"Buongiorno, Decimo. How are you this morning?" a smooth deep voice called out, calming the pulsing pain upon his mind as Tsuna sighs softly. "That should be the last of your future memories."

"Hopefully," Tsuna grumbles, eyes closing shut again as his mother had been excusing him from school for past few weeks so he could actually 'recover' from whatever illness he had. In reality, he almost killed her at first because he thought his own mother was an assassin. Only did his ancestor's voice snapped him out of the dangerous mode as his mother wrongly assumed that he was very sick and promptly told him to stay in bed and that she will excuse him from school until he gets better. "But why would I get the memories, still... There's nothing there at my death, nothing." Giotto remained silent, not giving anything up as Tsuna huffs out his frustration then pulls the bed covers up. He looks sadly at the pale orange wall by his bed, seeing the smear of blood that is see through.

"It's not my place to answer all of your questions, Decimo," Giotto began as Tsuna pouts at that, knowing what would come after that. "Because you would never get up and try to solve them yourself. Now, since you've gotten through all of them, I cannot promise what would happen if you were to see your Guardians as they are now; civilians and helpless."

Ooo, ouch. Giotto did put a good point there. Tsuna groans softly, not wanting to think of that as he knew his body needed to be trained so he could be able to protect his precious people at the younger age. He considered transferring school, seeing he was still a year below middle school grade.

And that was not accounting for his newly acquired brother who seems to be popular, academic and athletic. Sounds like a perfect boss material to almost everyone. That doesn't mean he's kind like Tsuna. This made the brunet groan softly then moves to sit up, rubbing his head slightly as he felt the slight pounding in his mind going away slowly. He didn't even understand why he had to be caught up into another mishap of what would Giotto call it, 'Pasticcio che potrebbe essere evitata.' A mess that could have been avoided, in a sense of loose translation for Tsuna.

"One day, I'll figure out who sent me the memories," Tsuna mumbled as he pushes down the blanket and moves to sit up slowly. "If not possible, then why send it to me, an alternative me? I know I'm smarter than other me, but even I can't handle them." Tsuna's words caused a soft hum from his mind, knowing Giotto was agreeing. He lets out a sigh, moving to stand up as he felt weak all of sudden. He knew it was from lack of movement from over the weeks, but he had to push through it now.

"Who know, Decimo-."

"Can you call me Tsuna? We don't even know who's Decimo on this world yet."

Tsuna's word cuts off Giotto's, who felt rather slightly smug about the Decimo part. Of course, there's isn't one yet, but that doesn't mean that he would start choosing his heir early. Tsuna huffs at that mental thought other shared a bit with him as Tsuna rolled his eyes in frustration.

"I will destroy Vongola again, you know that?" Tsuna grumbles, making Giotto laugh in his mind. Of course, Giotto would want him to do that either way. Tsuna knew he had to get out, away from Namimori because most of his memories were centered in so.

And not even most of the memories were the good kind.

"Maaah, I wish I didn't have to consider transferring to the new school," Tsuna grumbles, already pulling out his new set of clothes then heads over to the bathroom. He had heard his brother ran off to school already and his mother should be cooking up a carefully crafted healthy meal for him. He took a quick shower, Giotto commenting on his shape and size as Tsuna furiously blushes at the words. His ancestor, apparently, is a Casanova. He did not want to know that Giotto had experimented with opposite genders by that way.

He was mostly thankful he wasn't a girl in the first place. The words man spewed was nothing compared to Reborn trying to seduce you.

"Shut up, pervert," Tsuna grumbles, dark hue still coloring his cheeks as she slowly went down the stairs. He was fully dry and warm, stepping into the kitchen as he blinks as each flashback in the room came to engulf him. He lets out a wince, not expecting to see bloody scenes flickering before his eyes until he was snapped out of it. Nana was placing her hand on his forehead, humming as she felt that he was better now.

"I'm glad you're better, Tsu-kun."

Holding her body so close, tears streaking down his face to fall upon his mother. She had died, a bloody death, to protect Lambo and I-Pin from the enemies. Her face held a bright smile that lasted until her death as there were blood streaks all over her body, mostly from herself; but some, undoubtedly, from the enemies she had taken down herself. He then cremated her on the same spot, knowing the deaths will be upon him soon with hers as first.

Nana said with a wide grin, ushering him to the table where there was a tray that was to take up the meal to him room. Tsuna pulls the try closer, taking it off of it before she took the tray away. He slowly eats after giving his thanks, knowing he could throw up anytime but he was interrupted. Tsuna kept his eyes away from the profile of his mother's face, focusing on the wall behind her or the earrings she wore often.

"Tsu-kun, are you having a good sleep? I heard you crying out for past few weeks," Nana asked worriedly, noting that her son looked like a walking dead but she knew that her son was struggling whichever it was to keep him down. She didn't notice the aversion to looking at her directly.

"Aa, hai, kaa-san. The sickness gave me nightmares," Tsuna said smoothly, giving up the partial truth as Nana smiles happily. She didn't have to worry a thing then but now she had another issue. The school had just called and told her that they will no longer accept any students that are not in school, especially the beginning of the new year, for a week or more in the row. She sighs, only have one other place she could send him too.

"Tsu-kun, Nami won't accept you again since the school was already started," she began as Tsuna blinks then he groans at the Fate's motions at play. She smiles weakly as she held out a small old brochure of one small school. "There's another one, but it's in one town over. It's my old school as well," she began, letting her son take the brochure with a hesitant look but she ignored it as she kept going.

"It's my hometown as well! But they have the dorms on campus for students out of town and starts about a month later than here and ends about a half of month before Nami. So they had a bit more packed schedule but they'll give you options to choose your own schedule too. it's a private school my parents paid a lot to and they called me last week to tell me I have enough to send one to their school because of financial errors from the past."

"So, I could easily transfer over there for no cost?" Tsuna asks warily but also surprised. Nana nods, humming in happiness as she knew that her son needed this new break. She had enough of washing blood stains out of his clothes after all. "This school, Renge Academy, is willing to take me in to pay off the cost you guys mistakenly paid for?" Tsuna watches her mother nods happily as he stares back down that the brochure, which was once his mother's when she apparent;y went there. "When does it start?"

"Ara? Since Namimori started about the same time you got sick, you have about a week left here before you leave to get settled in," Nana said, thinking of the dates and she was never wrong, for her old school schedule is practically easy to guess. It was rather strict as well but she knew her son would do well, regardless of grades. "I can get the list of things you need now and we can go over them?"

'It also gives you a chance to get away from here. I don't remember the town and school name from the new memories,' Giotto comments, making Tsuna hums softly as he knew it would exactly be like that. Safe. Away from the people, he will, undoubtedly, find them after or see their deaths.

In fact, it's already stressing Tsuna out to be with his mother in the same room. He felt the mental warmth from his ancestor in his mind, not even bothering by how... possessive it felt to him. He hums, nodding as Nana was already getting the list out that she had gotten in case if one of her sons want to go to her old school. Slowly, Tsuna went over it, letting Nana fret over the most basic things such as bed sheets and pillows. He gave off a small smile, enjoying her over-bearing personality as Giotto seems to be pouting in mind that Tsuna was no longer paying attention to him. But the spirit paid no mind, knowing he would get the teen to himself when the darkness falls.

After all, he wasn't going to let this precious gem go by when it's clear that his alternative self had tried to take care of him by his own set of memories from the same alternative universe.


Ah, new story. Don't worry, it would delve into rating beyond M; if it ever get to that. More likely, I'll put the higher rated version on AO3 if the need comes up for it. Also, the chapters will slowly increase over the time as I introduce more characters to the story but for now, it's going to be in 1.5k to 2.5k range for first few chapters.

Also, Hitman Tutor! is currently undergoing a slow beta process by me, A.K.A. moi. Yes, no beta will be helping me to fix the plot hole of the Hitman Tutor! for now, unless you want to offer up your version? I'll certainly use merge between few other version and I will go over the conflicting parts. (There's a reason I don't take reading/grammar classes anymore; I practically corrected all the Reading questions on ACTs perfectly. Hence, my need to write.)

However, I am still in university. I will put my real life first before you guys. Understand that I'm actually trying to de-stress here with these stories. Albeit dark, for I have lost three loved ones in the span of two years and struggling with my clinical depression at the same time.

Updated: March 13th, 2016