Buon Giorno, minna!

The second chapter for today and a third one still to come.

Now a small insight into family...if you can call it that...

Erm...Hope you like it!^^...?

Enjoy!^^


Summary: Tsuna wakes up to find himself: Without Tutor. Without Guardians. Without Mafia.

Just a family, where he is unwelcome. Was it all a dream?
He finds out - everyone/-thing exist. The adventures just never seemed to have happened.
Alos, It's not him to be Vongola Decimo, but his little brother. How will things turn out?
May contain romance later. Maybe, maybe not AU.

Disclaimer: Well, this is a fanfiction. I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Or it's charakters. I think, they're Akira Amano's.

Just this plot is mine. And the younger brothers of Tsuna. I don't know, if there gonna be any other OCs, but you'll see then.

You will probably confronted with OOCness. I tried to avoid it.


Incomplete Sky

He slept until midday of the following day.

'Strange...Normally I rise earlier.'

But he didn't gave it much thought.

'Just not make this a habit.'

Reborn would never let him sleep in.

'It was nice for once.'

The first thing to greet him in the kitchen was his whole family gathered, which had became rare since they most certainly were having themselves too occupied from dealing with him.

It was disturbing how he was already accustomed to it.

"Tsu-k...Tsuna...", his mother began carefully as if she was unsure of the words she choose or if what she was saying was even right to say.

His father interrupted her impatiently, not wanting to have to do too much with Tsuna:

"You broke Ieyasu's headphones and you will replace them"

It wasn't an angry demand, but a harsh order.

'When did I broke them?'

He knew how important music was to his little brother.

*His headphones?*

Tsuna scribbled the question quick and neat with a pencil on his notepad, which he had gotten used to carry around together with some pen and pencils.

It was for communication use and used as a sketchbook.

Though the only quick sketch right now was the one from 'Kumo' making his way through the crowd. The many other not so blank papers were words.

His family considered him as mute.


When he had stopped speaking his mother had gotten worried and rushed him to the next doctor available.

His whole family standing there watching the check-up with worried eyes.

The doctor concluded Tsuna became mute due to an after effect of the accident or coma.

Or both.

That he was just yet starting to comprehend the situation since it had needed some time to sink in and was now hitting him full-force as a full-blown shock.

That's the official medical explanation about his assumed inability to speak.

His family understood what was said.

They believe he had a handicap.

They didn't believe the reason.

His family knew better.

Tsunami's reaction had been gleeful about not hearing his brother's annoying voice anymore.

Ieyasu and his mother's reaction had been uncertain and doubtful.

But his father explained to them that Tsuna just wanted attention.

His twin had sneered at him for this and Ieyasu having already adapted to Tsunami's behaviour agreed with his opinion after a while.

Even when unsure.

His mother just started to ignore him again.


And Tsuna couldn't help but think, maybe his father had been right.

Maybe he wanted attention.

Because he had been content for the short time it lasted, for the short time his mom had fussed over him again.

Showing a fragment, being a splitter of the being she once had used to be.

It wasn't like she had stopped being herself.

It was just not directed at him anymore.

The receiving end of his mom's kindness didn't include him anymore...

"Don't play dumb, brat! Tsunami had told us how he saw you destroy it in your clumsiness yesterday"

The shouting made Tsuna look up from his trip down the memory lane.

He looked at his twin in confusion.

The corner of his brother's mouth were twitching slightly.

And he sighed.

'I'm not at fault, but...'

*I'll replace it.*

Tsuna left.

He went upstairs to lock himself in his room.

He sat down on his bed and pulled out his laptop.

Tsuna was going to send Wrench an e-mail regarding the matter.

First point was to ask him to make headphones for his brother.

Second were headphones for himself.

Since he wanted the ones from his memories back.

And the contact lenses to train his X-Burner.

Tsuna tried to describe the functions as good as possible and could only hope Wrench would actually understand it.

The look wasn't important.

Wrench surely didn't know either.

'Even when he was the one, who made them.'

Tsuna also asked for some secret extras to be put into his brother's ones.

Because there was something he was worried about.

And he would not just going to let a possibility slip to at least have some kind of saying in the matter.

To be able to bring at least a bit balance back.

It was about his younger brother's relationship to his twin.

Ieyasu was to easily influenced by Tsunami.

And this was not good.

The twelve years old just depended too much on the other boy when it came to making decisions, which often were important or he was insecure about.

And Tsunami often did thing or came up with ideas Tsunayoshi wouldn't even think of.

That could become a really big problem.

At least his brothers weren't of this bully sort of people except from towards him.

So far he knew.

'Though my twin is a rather foul and mean character.'


End! (of today's second chap!^^)

I hope you enjoyed!

Thank you for reading and please review.

(So, how was it? Ah..it seems a tin' lit' bit depri... Well, I made Tsuna knowing his twin is not the nicest character to meet...though in some fics I read he doesn't realize until one, two or more people point it out...But this Tsuna, well...Is a mix of Dame-Tsuna, the Tsuna after all his adventures and the Tsuna of...with this past? So he surely knows how to judge people. I hope you understand what I mean...and it's okay for you^^ Though I won't change it even if someone is totally against it...)

Oh! Alos, A Thank You! to everyone and everything, what was my Inspiration.

Ja ne~