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He doesn't know how long he'd hidden himself in the empty cupboard. It could've been minutes, it could've been hours, but Tsuna couldn't focus on any of that, not when there's still footsteps and angry curses he could hear through the thin wooden door.

He couldn't understand why these people were inside his home, why they invaded his living space like bulgars (he knew they weren't, bulgars doesn't stay long), or why they've choosen this place as well.

Even though they haven't been speaking Japanese, Tsuna's English was good enough to understand the word shouted by the man earlier.

"The brat's here."

It could've mean anything. But-- why would they focus on him? Why did it sounds like they were waiting for him? Did they want something from him? What significance does it hold that it's somehow important to them that he's here?

Was he the target all along?

Was Tsuna the cause of the blood puddle in the living room?

... He doesn't want to think about it.

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Tsuna woke up to a gunshot. Twice more was shot as Tsuna tried to get his bearings back.

It wasn't as loud as the T.Vs made it to be, but he was no expert.

Someone has shot a gun. With bullets.

Someone has guns inside his house and wasn't afraid to use it.

Tsuna's breath quickened as realization dawned on him.

He's going to die and no one would know.

Tsuna, in a desperate attempt to get help, scrambled for his phone-- he'd drop it somewhere when he was asleep. Once he found it, Tsuna wasted no time to ring the emergency number once again.

He doesn't expect to hear shrill rings (those akin to a fire alarm) to sound inside his home.

"Have you found him?"

Tsuna jerked as he heard it. Though soft, it was close, and the fire alarm was still sounding somewhere inside his house.

"No." Another voice further away told the first speaker.

"Check the map again."

There was silence, before a soft sounding footsteps echoed, walking with purpose towards where he's hiding.

"He's here."

Tsuna's heartbeat hammered on his chest. His breath quickened as he desperately fills his lungs with stagnant air, letting him breath but didn't grant his brain more oxygen as he gasps for air.

He's going to die. He's gonna die.

Whatever Tsuna was expecting (maybe a gunshot or two, maybe they were more sadistic and prefer leaving their victims in brutal yet not-dead state.), it wasn't for soft knocks to sound on the door to the cupboard he's hiding in.

"Tsunayoshi, are you there?"

Tsuna didn't answer, too shocked to do anything but gasps for air.

The voice continued talking nevertheless.

"My name's Trevor. I'm one of Vernon's men stationed in Japan. You might haven't heard of me but everyone else in the family has heard about you."

Tsuna focused on the sound of the man's-- Trevor, voice. It was deep, an octave lower than Vernon's, yet it held reassurance as the man continues talking through the door separating them. He didn't try to pry it open, for which Tsuna was grateful of, and carried on as if they were just talking while walking through the morning breeze.

"We were briefed of your involvement in our current research on Flame properties, and it has been exeedingly helpful with the datas you provided us."

Tsuna was thankful the man didn't bring up any of the attacks happened today. Talking about his involvement with Vernon's Family weirdly calms him down enough to not desperately gasps for air.

Tsuna had a feeling it was the man's intention all along.

When the man stopped long enough for Tsuna to wonder if he was still even there, Tsuna pressed his palm on the door and hesitantly pushed it open to allow a flicker of light to enter. Only wide enough to allow the man to see his eye.

"Are you the one answering the call?" He asked. His voice must be quivering, for the man to calmly assures him that, yes, they are.

"I came with two of my subordinates, Ivan who's driving our car, and Henrik. We came as soon as we received the signal as we're the ones closest to your location."

Assured with that last bit of information, Tsuna slowly opened the door wider. "Thank you for coming." He says sincerely. He might be scared but it was not an excuse to not be polite with his saviors, his mom didn't raise him like--

"My mom!" He exclaims, throwing himself out of the small cupboard to run into the direction of her room, ignoring Trevor's call. He passed a bewildered man in the hallway, and stopped dead in front of the closed door.

Tsuna looked down on the floor, to the blood stain leading into it. Tsuna ignored Trevor's pleas to not open the door, and shakily raised his hand to the doorknob.

He let it rest there for a moment before turning the metal knob. The door opened with a click, and Trevor instantly quietened.

Tsuna nudge the door to open wider, and stopped dead at the sight that greeted him.

There, slumped on the door in a pool of blood, was his mother.

Tsuna blanked out.

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"I swear, when I find out who hired them... death will be their reprieve."

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Canonical characters killed: 1.OC characters killed: 2.Yes I'm keeping tally on whom I'm killing in this story.

AN: I'm sorry for the wait, guys, I recently (as of last month) got a job irl that I have to work for at least 8 hours (is that considered full time?) with 2 hours overtime. I work in a restaurant and y'all know how tired you'll be when you work on service line.

Back to the story, everyone eventually will play a bigger role in this. I'm really excited to continue because I have a huge headcanon that I won't yet to reveal cuz of spoilers.

But anyway, what do you think of Tsuna's character so far? ;)