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Chapter Seven

When Tsuna woke up, he was greeted by the unfamiliar sight of a ceiling. He groaned as he sat up on the bed...

How long had he been unconcious? What happened? Who was he?

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Okay, the last question was a joke (though not funny).

The door of the unfamiliar room opened and a brunet came in.

''Oh! You're finally awake,'' he exclaimed. ''Took you 3 hours...''

''Uh...''

''The name's Totsuka Tatara,'' the brunet said. ''What's yours?''

''S-Sawada Tsunayoshi,'' Tsuna said. ''Um... Where am I?''

''You're at HOMRA!'' the older said cheerfully. ''How're you feeling? Not too bad I suppose? You suddenly collapsed on the streets, don't you remember?''

Tsuna's brows furrowed. Not a moment later, he remembered, eyes widening before his face painted grimace. ''Y-yes...''

''What happened?'' Tatara asked. ''People don't just collapse, you know? Did someone attack you or anything of sorts? Or rather, are you sickly? Very, very sickly?''

''Huh? E-eh? Um...''

''Tatara,'' another person entered the room. ''You're overwhelming the kid.''

''Oh. Sorry!''

''Sorry about that...'' the newly present man said.

''Um... It's okay?'' Tsuna said. ''Ah! You were the guy earlier.'' he realized.

''Right. Kusanagi Izumo at your service,'' the man introduced. ''I own the bar below.''

''Sawada Tsunayoshi,'' said Tsuna. ''I'm sorry to impose.''

''It's alright,'' Izumo said.