A/N: Man, I've been slacking off WAY too much. It's getting crazy. Thanks for those who reviewed! Enjoy!

'Mostly Thoughts'

"Talking"

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Tsuna sighed and scratched his head. He couldn't even look at the black bag without blushing. In the bag held the necklaces and rings. He hadn't intended to buy himself a gift too, but those seemed to match so well that he couldn't leave one of them alone. Not only that, but the incident with Gokudera also seemed strange. You could hardly call it an incident but the fact that Gokudera didn't seem enthusiastic at all seemed out of place.

He was in his room with Afura. Afura had nagged on and on about what was in the bag. Tsuna had stayed strong the entire time, his pride too big-or small. Also Afura had told Tsuna that Afura was also going to the ninth's visit. Now, Tsuna turned to Afura.

"Afura-kun…you haven't really done anything to make pairs since you came here." Tsuna said bluntly.

"…" Afura stayed silent and hung his head.

"In fact you barley do anything at all…"

"!..."

"Actually you're a pain in the butt…"

"Y' know Tsuna…can't you let up after the first one?" Afura asked meekly. Tsuna laughed softly and nodded. Then he propped himself on his elbows to look at Afura better.

"Did you hear about the ninth's visit?" Tsuna asked. Afura nodded and leaned against the door.

"Yeah. I'm staying here though." Afura replied. Tsuna was surprised.

"Really? I thought that Reborn would actually ask you to go."

"Yeah, well, I guess not." After Afura said that he and Tsuna ended up in an awkward silence. After a few minutes Tsuna broke it with a cough.

"Why don't you tell me more about yourself Afura-kun?" Tsuna asked. Afura nodded eagerly for some thing other than sitting and started.

"Well, let me tell it like a story."

A boy cried as he saw all the blood on the floor. He cried even harder when he saw his parents on the floor, white and red. His sister was in the corner, unconscious. He looked towards the door. He ran out screaming and tears pouting down his cheeks. Neighbors came and called the police. The boy was only 9 years old. He grew up to in an orphanage. No other relative would take him. He had bullies that were younger than him because of his size. That is the reason that little boy hated kids even now. The boy was hated because of his parents, who had cheated everyone out of their money and was poorly treated. His sister though, was a girl so strangers were easy on her. They smiled and acted friendly while they treated the boy like trash. The only reason the boy acted kind and nice now was his sister encourages him everyday.

"And that's about it." Afura finished. Tsuna was wide-eyed.

"That's really your story?" Tsuna asked, bewildered. Afura laughed.

"No." He replied. Tsuna sat up abruptly.

"What?" He practically shouted. Afura flinched slightly.

"Calm your freaking nuts man! I never said that was me. I'm really just normal. Nothing special like all those other OC's in fanfics. They all had some stupid tragedy that happened that attracts someone. I, on the other hand, went to school, hung out with friends, failed tests, and did all the average guy stuff. Don't have any super powers, abilities, nothing. 'Cept I can play soccer pretty well." Afura said. Tsuna just collapsed onto his bed with his soul leaking out of his mouth.

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A/N: Really, really sorry for the HECKAS short chappie. Y' see, I was sic- I was busy- I was…Ah, I have no excuse. I made lots of different scenes after the 'soul leaking out of his mouth thing' but none of them seemed to match. You can expect the next chapter soon though. Aha! I have a preview this time!

Preview:

"Sorry about this Hibari-san." Tsuna said clutching his ankle. It had rained the night before and Tsuna had slipped on a puddle and twisted his ankle while walking to the train station with Hibari. They had even missed the train and were in a hotel. After Tsuna had slipped, it had started pouring down and Hibari had to carry him to a room. It was embarrassing beyond belief.

Preview end.

Again, Really sorry about the short chapter. Flames are even welcome, but please make them creative and worthwhile to read. 3 tweet!