Pieces

Summary:- Tsuna was getting tired of picking up the shattered remains of the relationships he had. Right now, he was stuck in the middle of choosing between his current lover, or his ex, Rokudo Mukuro, who also knew his secret. 1827. 6927. Tsuna's POV. AU.


Chapter Eight

"Well… this is Chrome." I stood next to kitchen as Mukuro wrapped the girl up in a blanket. "This is my sister."

"N-Nice to meet you." she said timidly, hiding her eyes as her teeth clattered. She refused to show me her eyes, so I just assumed something had happened to her as well. Kyoya merely nodded, watching people getting pulled back onto land. People had calmed down a lot, well, they had to calm down if they wanted to save the children that couldn't swim in the water.

Police were already at the scene and were making sure everyone was safe as they investigated the cause. Most of the evidence would be washed in the river though, so it would be difficult to figure out who it was. Kyoya keep his arms wrapped round me as I looked round, listening to people talking quietly as the whole thing got filmed for the news.

It was then my eyes widened when I heard the loud screech of a motorcycle.

… … …

For once, Uni made no comment, and it actually scared me. I'd grown so used to her presence that for her to suddenly not talk… something was not right.

"Mukuro." said Kyoya dryly. "I think it's high time you explain what happened to Tsunayoshi when he was younger."

Mukuro nodded and petted his sister on the head, feeling someone wrap a blanket around his shoulders.

"When Tsunayoshi-kun was a young boy, his uncle, Byakuran Gesso, murdered both his best friend and his mother since they knew something that he didn't. He fully intended to kill Tsunayoshi-kun too, but he had grown kind of attached to him by this point." said Mukuro, coughing before continuing. "He killed both of them in front of him and then threatened him to stay quiet or else he would end up buried under the ground with them."

I'd tensed by this point, but Kyoya was still petting my head.

"Tsunayoshi-kun told me that his friend had told him that his uncle had been harassing her. It was pretty easy to say that this man was infatuated with a seven-year-old girl who had no interest in him whatsoever. It seemed to be the case that he continually sent gifts to her, starting off with flowers etc."

I was knitting my eyebrows together. Surely this couldn't be going where I thought it was going-

"It got to a point where Byakuran would send objects and items of clothing totally inappropriate for a girl her age. She was planning to report him, but he stabbed her in Tsunayoshi-kun's bathroom before she could do a thing. He killed Tsunayoshi-kun's mother since she had witnessed it and then kidnapped Tsunayoshi-kun and locked him up for a count of eight years."

"But I can remember getting surgery and being in hospital-!" I was cut off by Kyoya, who nodded at Mukuro to continue.

"When he reached the age of sixteen, he fled from his uncle's, but then was viciously attacked on a street. That was the day both me and you met him." finished Mukuro. "You know the rest so I won't even bother explaining."

Eight years of my memory had vanished. Eight years of my life had been wasted. It explained why my schooling was awkward and I didn't have any qualifications to my name. I just vanished from history and appeared once more when I was sixteen.

After taking a mental breakdown, I forgot mostly everything from age sixteen and under. Now that I think about it, my earliest memory apart from the flickers was the day I met Mukuro and Kyoya.

I should be grateful towards Mukuro; he probably stopped me from getting to the point of no return. I must have fled in panic, my mind hazed. Who knows what I would have done without him doing stuff for me.

I loved Mukuro, but now I loved Kyoya. I was engaged now. I had to let it go now, but I'd still keep my contact with him. To me, he'd always be precious, just not as precious as Kyoya. I felt Kyoya's hand brush across my cheeks and I then realized I was crying.

I don't know if they were tears of happiness of tears of grief. I found out what I wanted to know, but it wasn't the way I imagined it. I… I guess I don't know what I was expecting.

But I knew the truth now, so I could move on now, right?

I guess so…


Sitting quietly on a bench, I watched the scene before me calmed down at a rapid pace. Everyone had screwed their heads back on and were working away on getting people warm and placing blankets over the ones who had drowned.

Kyoya had kissed me lightly before he too went to help, running around, clearing the roads and escorting little kids out of the area. I smiled lightly. Kyoya had always loved this town, and although he didn't show it, he loved its people, minus the people who had ever hurt me.

Then again, he had kinda forgiven Mukuro, right? There was no avoiding him since he was a part of my life and managed to help me so much. I was glad that his sister Chrome was ok, although she looked rather ill.

It was the sound of a motorcycle that brought me back to my senses. It was loud and rung in my ears, causing me to shrink back.

Think about that slowly. Who else owns a motorcycle?

Byakuran. He owned one. I got to my feet and ignored the slight stabbing pain in my chest as I listened carefully. It was getting closer. Did he know where I was? No… It was impossible. He couldn't tell where I was unless he saw me before hand, right? But Kyoya would have spotted him first and-

He isn't far away idiot! Run!

And that I did. I ran round a corner, alarming a couple of people as I whizzed past them. If I couldn't run before, I could certainly run now. Thing is, where was I running to? Was I running somewhere safe? Was I running to Kyoya? Mukuro? Someone?

I had to stay away from people. Who'd want to be around me when I'm around a mass murderer? I kept running, hearing Uni screech in my ears as I fell over but got back up again. I could still hear the motorcycle. Was he following me? Was he-

"Tsunayoshi-kun, you shouldn't run so much~" that really was impossible. Whipping my head round, Byakuran stood there, a creepy smile on his face. If he was here, then where was his bike? It was impossible for him to stand here and ride it! The bike rider-

It must be Aria. They've been keeping me on edge the whole time. But then… Byakuran must have been following me from afar and then followed me here… My eyes flickered when he reached down to touch my face, but I instantly recoiled, stepping back.

Kill him.

I really did want to kill him. But there wasn't much I could do in my current predicament. If Kyoya was here, he would have started strangling him, smashed him to the ground… I felt so, so scared…

"Tsunayoshi-kun~ don't give me that expression~" Byakuran chuckled darkly. "Uni-chan wouldn't like it~"

I grew rigid. How dare he mention her name! He had no right!

Then kill him! If you don't, I'll do it for you!

I clenched my fists and attempted to punch him, but he grabbed my wrist. Turning my head to look round, most people had fled for their lives. I was left all alone. Kyoya didn't know where I was. I was alone. So alone.

I looked up with a panicked expression, trying to tug my arms back and bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out as my arm was twisted around brutally. Byakuran smirked as I stumbled, quickly reaching down and grabbing at my throat. I looked at him, my eyes wide as I kicked out.

This was the one thing that had to happen, right? And since this was happening, I bet it was Byakuran who… w-who…

He blew up the bridge as a distraction. He kept his hand around my throat, smiling in a fake, innocent fashion as he dropped my arm, allowing it to fall limply at my side. He reached for my other hand, and I remained still, breathing hard from the pain shooting up right to my shoulder.

Clenching my frail hand in his, I let out a whimper before I froze, feeling the ring on my finger being slipped off. There was no way in hell he was taking that away!

That bastard better let you go!

Well, at least I could hear someone, even though that probably meant my mind was cracking a bit. I watched him look at the ring, twirling it with the top of his finger-tips.

I had to stall. I needed to stall. Maybe the police had been called over here? But there was no guarantee they'd come. they had all those people at the bridge to look after, the burglaries that probably happened when people were distracted, getting dead corpses out of sight and dealing with screaming children. Why would they even care if it was me? They'd probably treat it as 'he's already dying, leave it be.'

Although police were there to help, they always stayed in the place where they could help more, or more accurately, stayed in the place they would get the most money from helping.

I reached my hand back out for the ring, leaning forwards although it was simply choking me more.

"It appears this ring is quite valuable to you, isn't it, Tsunayoshi-kun~" teased Byakuran, no longer playing about with it as his eyes glinted. "I've got an idea~!"

I wanted to yell at him as he gripped it with two fingers. He was going to break it! He was going to break the ring that I tried to hard to look after! No, no, NO!

SNAP.

The shattered ring hit the ground with a small 'tink' noise as I clenched my eyes shut, feeling them water. Byakuran would not get my tears. I had no need to feel guilty, since I wasn't the one to break it.

"Let's get going~" I snapped my eyes open as he twisted me round, covering my eyes while keeping a firm grip around my neck. I was panicking internally, trying to calm myself as I swallowed none existent saliva. Where did he want to take me?

I could feel myself being nudged along and heard harsh whispers in my ear, causing me to shake.

"Let's go visit Uni-chan's grave~!"

I trembled, feeling my fingers twitch as I felt myself being pushed along. I didn't want this; I didn't want it at all. I've never once visited Uni's grave, and I didn't know if I ever planned to. Another push, another forced step. He could sense my fear, I could tell.

I was scared, frightened, confused. I could feel these fears building up inside me slowly, and when they hit their peak, I started screaming.

"KYOYA!"