Scacchic

Summary: Tsuna-centric drabbles. Some dark themes. Involves AR, AU, definite Dark OOCness.


6. Torture

He kept his Flames burning at a low, constant heat.

He pressed his hand flat against the chest of a young man, whom was around his age. He was a good person, and loyal and useful to boot.

But he was on the wrong side.

Under Tsuna's palm, flesh sizzled and burned. The man writhed in pain, mouth open in silent agony.

"Where are my Guardians?" Tsuna asked softly, turning his heart to stone. He had to do this, for the sake of his Family.

He withdrew his hand, and waited for the man to answer.

However, he only shook his head in defiance, mouth kept firmly closed.

Tsuna sighed in regret.

"I'm sorry." He said, but only half meant it.

If the guy wouldn't give him the information he needed and fast…

Tsuna upped his Flame temperature, and pressed it once again to the man's already charred flesh.