He opened his eyes to only have to close them once again because of the blinding light. He slowly opened his eyes once more, now knowing better, he saw white -the white ceiling of his bedroom. Uh? He looked around the messy room, it was his room at his mothers house, what the hell? I'm still living at my moms when I'm 25? how dare he burden his mama? He went to sit up, but soon regretted it because his head was soon spinning and his body was too sore and limp, and he fell back to the bed. Well i guess this is to be expected, this body did just die. He looked over to his nightstand to see what time it was but all he saw was multiple little orange bottles all empty. It was heavy sleeping drugs.. This must have been how he decided to go out? hm? at least it wasn't painful for him. He sat up once more, this time as gently as possible, he went and picked up his alarm clock from behind the pile of bottles. He had two hours before his school started, which was kind of a first for him to not be waking up late. He stood, finally realizing how weak and fragile this Tsuna's body was, and walked over to a calendar that stuck to the back of his closed door. There were no markings on it, indicating that he had never had any plans. He looked up to the date, and saw the year. This means i'm 17 years old right now. The thought of going to highschool once again made him a little depressed, but then he thought about how he probably knew more than the teacher and could easily get through the classes. The thought made him give a little smirk, but he quickly withdrew it, realising that he was slowly showing characteristics of his hated tutor.
He went and picked up the bottles off of his nightstand and then throw away the containers. Good riddance. He looked in the mirror, and was shocked, almost not believing it was really him. His hair was matted, his face hollow, black baggy circles surrounding his eyes, what the hell happened to me? He had never been one for trying to keep up appearances but he had to do something about this, though this was probably how he looked in his world. He then felt terribly sick, a good thing he had been right next to the toilet, or else he would have not made it in time. He hurled up the remainder of the drugs, get started to get up again, but felt another wave hit him. He puked three times, when he was sure he was done he rinsed his mouth out with water, and brushed his teeth, twice. He proceeded to take off his clothes, and got into the shower. It wasn't until then, when he was lathering himself in soap, that he realized how sickly pale and skinny he was. He had always been very petite, but after years of training he had grown a good amount of muscle, but nothing really noticeable if he was wearing his normal baggy clothes, but once he had on his suit (which he usually did once he had become Vongola Decimo) he looked very sharp, and girls could be heard screeching somewhere which was something he had not been used too. But now he was a stick, skin and bones, it was kind of disgusting.
He got out of the shower drying himself off. This is going to take some work, at this point i won't even be able to do a basic attack, much less be able to avoid one. To be able to get back to his original skill it would probably take him a year or two, to be become just an average fighter would take a month tops, all he had to do was gain some weight and some muscle, he still had all of his skill of course.
Walking to his room, he found his school uniform, crumpled and dirty. Damn, how long has it been since he washed this thing. The other tsuna had most likely had stopped caring, not even bothering to do the basic things any more. But his mom would have surely have done something about this? Oh well, he grabbed his uniform, and started ironing it, he would have to get it washed when he came home. He put on the clothes, that were baggy on him, looked at the time and saw that he should leave in a few min. Grabbing his school things, which were untouched, he walked down stairs. He went to go make himself some toast, but there was none.
There was no food in his home at all? that very unlike mama? thinking that, he finally realised he had no idea where this mother was? the house was dirty, untouched for quite sometime. Then he remembered, that when he had turned 18 in his world, and left the house his father had asked his mom to come traveling with him, maybe thats what happened here? just earlier? His father had given up his job, and he and his wife spent their days together, happier than he had ever seen either of them before. Well, that was until... he stopped himself. No. Don't think about that now.
Think that his mom was out having the time of her life, was the best thing he could wish for, the least he could for her now was clean up the house. He would have started that moment, but looked up at the kitchen clock realising that he had been zoning out for quite sometime. Shit! Gonna be late!
He dashed out of the house full speed, which was not much, considering his low stamina, and was soon out of breath, but the thought of getting beat up by the schools perfect was a scary one and kept his legs moving. Though... it wouldn't be bad if he could get to see him again, which almost made him want to slow down so that he COULD be late, but he didn't want to see the skylark angry, so he pushed ahead. He couldn't wait to be with his friends again, no, his family.
He stopped. Do they even know I exist? I'm not the Vongola Decimo in this world, there is no reason they would even talk to me. He thought back to his friends once more, his eyes started to blur from on coming tears. But he stopped himself, and took a deep breath calming himself, a trick Yamamoto had taught him. Now was not the time to break down.
