OMG, Thank you for all the views guys! Due to your love, I've decided to post this chappie now.
But...This is also when it all turns downhill. Be ready for some violence. Its starts off cute...but don't be fooled.
Only one or two chapters left.
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR.
Oh yeah...get ready for some serious Nana hating.
Its getting pretty intense.
Enjoy~
The weeks rolled by...and the two boys inched closer. Neither talked in company, but alone they could talk for hours.
"Hey Tsuna?" Takeshi asked on one of those days. They were on the roof, watching their classmates play below, the wind moving though their hair.
"Yeah?" Tsuna answered, not turning to face him as he continued to watch the people bellow.
"...What do you think it's like to die?" He asked.
He saw Tsuna turn to face him from the corner of his eye. He saw the despair come into his eyes as he looked Takeshi over.
"I...I really don't know." He stated honestly, and Takeshi turned to face him, their bodies only a metre apart.
"I think there might be some deity that I haven't discovered yet. I believe that they decide on whether we were good people or not, judging our entire lives. I believe that there could be damnation and paradise...maybe even an in between. I know everyone thinks they deserve paradise...but I don't think half of us really deserve it."
"Most of us don't do much good or much bad. We just coast through life, not really trying to do either...I think there will be oblivion. Only the really good or really bad will actually get a trial on their lives...the rest of us just float in oblivion, forever."
"Me? I'm counting on oblivion. It would be just perfect for me: no emotions, no feelings, no hurt. I want oblivion; to me...it would be my paradise. I don't want a conscious after death. I don't want to have this sorry excuse for a life to be the only thing I can reflect on."
"It would be fantastic if oblivion was the only thing awaiting me. It's the only thing I want...and I guess it's the only thing I deserve. But that's fine, perfect actually: I don't think I deserve any special treatment...but I think you might."
He looked into Yamamoto's hazel eyes, letting his soul flow and merge with his...letting down the barriers he'd built after years of hurt.
"I can tell you're a good soul, and you will do something miraculous when you're older which will ensure your paradise. Me, on the other hand...I don't think I'll live that long"
It was silence for a moment, both boys looking into each other's eyes.
"...you say that as if you where the one dying here" Yamamoto responded, voice quiet. Tsuna shook his head, before looking into the sky and away from his piercing eyes.
"Well, we both know that you know what my life is like. It's not miraculous or fulfilling...one day, - maybe soon, maybe never - my mother will go too far and I won't..." He stopped. Before looking down at his shaking hands, clenching them tightly...as if to stop their sporadic movement.
"...I won't be around to patch up my own wounds" Tsuna said, rolling his lip between his teeth as he looked out over the horizon again.
"But...I'm dying Tsuna, now. I probably won't live to do anything miraculous" Takeshi said.
Tsuna moved suddenly. One moment he was deflated, looking out into the sunset as he contemplated his horrible life. The next, he was on his knees in front of Takeshi, one hand on his shoulder and the other over his beating heart. He stared into Takeshi's eyes, his sudden strength and powerful emotions rolling off him.
"...but I believe you have the strength to live through this. Your heart may not be healthy but it is strong. You will live through this...and believe me, if you give up I will personally bring you back from the dead to slap you across the face for being so stupid" Tsuna said, a pout forming on his lips.
Takeshi looked over him for a moment...before he burst out laughing. Now, this laugh wasn't his careless laugh...but a real one, straight from his heart.
"Wha-" Tsuna questioned, falling back onto his haunches as his strength seemed to leave him.
Takeshi grabbed him back, before he smashed him into his chest. Tsuna gaped like a fish, before he relaxed into the boys grip, a smile coming onto his face.
"I'm counting on it" Takeshi said between his gasps of laughter.
Tsuna smiled even wider, and snaked his own arms around the boys middle, hugging him back.
They stayed like that, Tsuna's legs on either side of Takeshi's and their arms wrapped around each other.
Until Hibari came up and forced them to get back into class.
Tsuna wounds were almost healed. He felt little pain anymore.
But that was all about to change.
He came home on a Friday evening, smiling at something Takeshi said. But he was too happy to notice his mother in the living room.
Alone.
"Tsuna-kun~" she called, voice sickly sweet. Tsuna immediately tensed, smile dropping from his face and his body beginning to close off...preparing for what was to come. Damnit.. He must have not shut the door quiet enough. He hadn't been careful.
He quietly laid down his bag and took off his shoes. Once he was done, he padded over on socked feet to see his mother. He crept into the room, head down.
"Hi there baby, how was school?" She asked, the stench of alcohol making Tsuna's eyes water. He didn't answer. It was a trick question, and he learned not to answer.
"See, I wouldn't even know anything if the school didn't contact me. You're not even around enough to talk to me... Do you not love me? I love you so much...but most days I don't even see you." She said, voice beginning to thicken with anger.
"You're a horrible child. You don't care about your mother, when I care so much about you" she said, sitting up drunkenly with her wine glass, her body swaying lightly.
Tsuna scowled at the ground. He felt his own anger rise in retaliation. "No you don't" he said under his breath, eyes not leaving the floor. He knew he shouldn't do this...but he'd had enough. He focused on a single bloodstain on the floor, building his courage.
"Excuse you!" She exclaimed, and he could hear the scowl in her voice. She stood up with only a slight wobble, standing a meter from him.
He looked up from the ground, eyes burning in anger.
"You don't care about me." He stated.
She looked taken aback, before she scowled again, eyes livid. Her uncontrolled and wobbly movements soon stabilising as her anger rose.
"I do too you ungrateful child!" She screamed...and swung her fist forward, sending her wine glass at him.
He couldn't react, frozen with fear and just the simple fact that this was his mother. When children were born, mothers formed a natural protective nature over their child. That nature turned into a bond as the child aged. And the child looked to the mother as a stability in their lives. Some one to come to when they faced problems.
Except with Tsuna...his mother was his problem.
And a violent one it may seem.
His mother seemed to have lost that natural nature...the alcohol eating away at her judgment. So really...he should have known that the fact that this woman was his mother...would not stop her from doing what she was about to do.
He should have known from day one.
It collided with his face, shattering on impact. He felt every single shard dig into his face, covering his cheek all the way up to his forehead...he could feel glass imbedded into his eyelid.
He screamed, falling back into the coffee table. He fell, the edge slamming into his spine at a unnatural angle. He felt unbearable pain run up his back as his face throbbed. He screamed in pain – both emotional and physical - before he crumpled brokenly to the ground.
And that was when she set onto him.
She spat, kicked, punched...everything.
When she was finally done, she wobbled up the stairs, disappearing to sleep.
Tsuna laid completely still. He breathed tiny breaths to stop his chest from moving too much. He tried to assess the damage, feeling where his pain was the worst.
One or two broken ribs, heavy bruising to both his bones and tissue. Also, a broken heart and shattered innocence.
He'd always lived thinking she would somehow find the sense...that she realised that this was too far.
She hadn't realised...and here he was.
Broken.
But...he knew his face was the worst.
He could feel the blood running down the right side of his face. He could feel the shards in his flesh, digging in deep. But...his eye...He felt the shard go though his eyelid...
He would never see again.
He felt his heart beat speed up at the implications, adrenaline trying to numb his pain. His heart beat went a mile an hour and his breathing laboured.
He could feel himself panicking. He needed a hospital... He couldn't fix himself this time.
And with that burning desire in mind...his body crumpled to exhaustion.
The next time he woke...he was in hospital.
His mother must have woken up sober and realised what she had done wasn't the usual. And, she'd most definitely weaved a fantastic lie to make sure she wasn't blamed.
He opened his eyes...but only one opened.
Ah..that was right.
He didn't know why he was so accepting of his new change. Any normal person would be crying and screaming, mourning the loss of something that kept them normal. They didn't like to think something like this would affect their social standing and what people thought of them.
But Tsuna had no social life to speak of...and he had never been normal.
He sat up, slowly, as not to open his other wounds. He reached up with one hand, feeling the gauze over his eye. He stroked the fabric, feeling no pain or glass beneath. Seemed the doctors had done their job, probably with a local anaesthetic.
He liked this treatment much better than his own. There was no pain, no suffering.
"Mr Sawada?" Was the authoritative voice from across the room. Tsuna turned to see the open door, a greying doctor standing on the threshold.
"I am Dr Graham, it's nice to meet you" he said, walking inside the room.
Tsuna only smiled, eyes bright and face healthy...despite the scratch marks marring his creamy complexion.
Dr Graham frowned internally. The morphine should be wearing down by now, it was only a small dose. He looked at the clipboard in his hand, checking the time of administration and dosage.
It all checked out...so why did he look so pain free? He would be in pain right now...
Unless he was used to pain.
Dr Graham shook his head. His mother had seemed lovely and caring...she would allow him to feel enough pain on a regular basis to build up a tolerance.
Probably just a slight miscalculation.
"How do you feel today?" He asked, moving forward and checking that his I.V was in prefect order.
The boy still said nothing, only watching him as he worked, curious.
"...are you interested in Medicine?" He asked, looking down at the boy for a moment.
The boy shook his head, looking at his hands folded in his lap. Dr Graham frowned...he certainly was a strange boy.
He shifted his weight and pressed his foot on the pedal, clipboard under his arm as he adjusted Tsuna's pillows. The bed slowly folded until he reached a comfortable sitting position.
"There you go...nice and comfy" he said, lightening his tone.
It was starting to feel like he was the only party in this conversation.
"So" he said, pulling up a chair at the boy's bedside. "I am your doctor for your stay here. And...I'm afraid I do not have very good news for you" he began, and Tsuna turned to face him.
"I'm afraid there is nothing we can do for your eye...you will be blind" he said, and tensed for the usual reaction.
...and didn't hear a single thing.
He attention drew back to Tsuna. He was only sitting very still, hand caressing his wounded eye though the bandage. He stayed still for a moment more, seemingly lost in thought. Then, he nodded, a few slow head bobs as he stared into the distance.
Dr Graham was confused. What was this boy? He didn't react like any other to horrible news...and he had yet to utter a single syllable to him.
He was quiet, thoughtful.
...He was becoming one of the most interesting patients Dr Graham had.
"I'm also afraid you have a very rare blood type, so we couldn't give you any blood to help you recover. You will be weak for a few days as your body naturally replenishes your blood" he said, looking over the boy.
He still said nothing. Only smiling.
Definitely one of his most interesting patients.
At first impressions, the boy wasn't really much. With a underweight frame and thin limbs, he looked as though the slightest wind could blow him over. But...he also looked so broken.
When he walked in that hospital room door...he couldn't help but notice the despair behind those smiling eyes. His fragile body was so bruised...he couldn't walk. But his eyes...those eyes...
They were a beautiful hazel. Dark in the middle and slowly turning lighter as the iris continued. It was almost like there was a golden rim around the every edge.
But his face... It looked horrific. Horrible scratch lines randomly marring his face, some deep and others not so much. The doctor had been told of their severity, but it didn't fit on this boy's face. He also knew of what had caused this...but the angling of the cuts and bruising on his back suggested not only one collision caused these two major wounds.
Not to mention the other bruising and cuts that marred his body with no pattern in mind.
But, speculation was not in his job description. That would come to the police if the situation turned that way. So, he didn't pry.
Besides, he had been told of the boy's clumsiness.
After first impressions...he came to see another side of the boy.
He looked weak, but his mind was strong. He was strange, but interesting.
His body language suggested a weakness, but it hid an untapped power.
And Dr Graham was intrigued.
Days flew by, and slowly Tsuna's wounds started to heal. But...the scarring stayed behind. His eye was still beneath the bandage, but the scratches around it had formed into scars.
Tsuna stood in front of his hospital rooms mirror, looking at his new appearance. He saw the scaring on his face, felt the bruising on his spine, felt the uneven skin were his ribs were resetting themselves.
Dr Graham stood behind him, ready and waiting for when Tsuna was prepared. Tsuna finished looking and feeling his other wounds, before looking up at the doctor though his reflection. He met the doctors eyes, and nodded.
The doctor reached around Tsuna's head, he peeled the gauze from Tsuna's eye, making sure he felt no pain.
Usually he wouldn't recommend to do this in front of a mirror. But Tsuna was strange, and wasn't effected like other people.
Tsuna stood completely still as the doctor finished, bringing his arms down to his sides. Gauze in hand.
Tsuna looked at his eye. It was sealed shut, a closed over hole in the middle. It really had been a large bit of glass. Tsuna moved a shaky hand to feel his scaring, feel the now useless eyelid now that the eye was forever gone.
It was just another thing his mother had taken away from him.
Soooo. Its not going well for our beloved Tsuna-Fish.
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