Title: This City Never Sleeps
Chapter: 4/10
Fandom: KHR
Pairings: N/A, gen.
Summary: "Tsuna is thirteen when he dies, thirteen and yet to make a single friend or receive a 100 percent on a test.
It is not the end. Time sprints forward, pace unyielding even to those in death, and a world hidden by the light of day opens up in dark corners and strange happenings. The necromancer comes to town, and Tsuna finds out that the dying could live."
Tsuna stands (It's more of a float, Really. His feet never actually touch the ground, even when he walks.) just within the front yard of his childhood home. "... I can't leave," he says, voice toneless and eyes blank.
Was that it, then? Was he… bound in some way to this place, because he died here, where he had lived for all of his (short) life?
Words fall from Tsuna's mouth unwittingly, strings of questions spoken at a near whisper, seeming to rise in sharpness, relaying Tsuna's growing panic and desperation aloud. Tsuna tried, fruitlessly, to once again pass through the gate. He tried to stick his arm out, through the metal gate and out the other side, but Tsuna finds that he simply can't. It's like something blocks him from leaving, almost like an invisible barrier but somehow… not.
No one can see him. Tsuna had tried that already, stumbling straight through his front door and into the yard, calling out to anyone who passes by. Asking if they can see him, hear him, sense him in some sort of way, show Tsuna that the other person knows he's there and he exists and that he is not gone. Tsuna had waited with baited breath, hand fisted into the ratty t-shirt he'd been wearing when he died, but each and every time the ghost is met with disappointment, their eyes go straight through him and his pleas fall on deaf ears.
...even the neighborhood cats can't see him, for all their acclaim of being supernaturally inclined.
Tsuna scuffs his feet against the ground, heart twinging when he can't even kick up dust from the ground, the garden long gone, leaving only sand, cracked dirt, and dead grass before. Tsuna eye's the "FOR SALE" sign fixed to the gate, and he wonders if anyone will ever purchase this house.
He doubts it, no one wants a house someone died in, after all. It could be haunted.
Tsuna finds a sick sense of irony in that.
"I… It's… I should go back inside. Nothing out here for me, anyway…" Tsuna mumbles, posture hunched as he reenters the house. 'Not that there's really anything inside either.'
The inside is still dark, and Tsuna doubts the lights will come back on anytime soon. His room is empty, as is the rest of the house.
There's nothing to do, no one to talk to, nowhere to go. Tsuna is well and truly trapped here, destined to live out this misery until the house is torn down… or he finds some way to move on. The thought strikes something within him, a jagged bolt of rage unfurling from within his chest.
"How would you even do that?!" He shouts at the walls, frustrated. "I didn't want to die! I… I want to see my Mom again… I want this all to be a dream! I'd rather deal with school than this! I-I…"
"I want my life back.."
'But this is your life, isn't it? Doing what you've always done, nothing.'