A/N: There were a lot of guesses on Tsuna's identity in the previous chapter reviews and such...but not one is correct just yet though there are one or two reviewers that were halfway there in guessing. But please note that just because I've stated that Tsuna is from Hell doesn't mean that one must be a demon. One doesn't call 'fallen angels' demons, just 'fallen angels', or 'vampires' demons either, yes? It was also stated in the first chapter too.

Beta'ed by WhiteAngel128 and persephone crux

Edited: 10/18/15

Chapter 11

Takeshi couldn't remember where he was going, it was strange. It was raining and there was a pair of arms on him, holding him down painfully. Looking up, he saw two large men, dressed in black suits, faces darkened by the rain. He couldn't see anything and he wanted nothing more than to escape their grasp, but he couldn't. Those arms were much stronger and when he tried to move, the grip just tightened. It hurts, he told himself, and it was cold, so very cold. The rain slammed against him painfully, burning his skin upon touch and yet, it continued on, no umbrella or cover to protect him. What was happening? How had he gotten into this situation? He couldn't remember, but he knew this was a dream, no, a memory. A memory from along ago…

He had been taken, hadn't he? Kidnapped… Some men had showed up after school and took him away. That was what happened, right? But why? He didn't understand. He had been what? Eight, at that time?

Where was Dad? He wanted Dad, he wanted Mom, too, but she had already passed away. That's right, she was dead and was never coming back. Then where was his father? Takeshi tried not to cry, not to break down upon the sight of the people around him. They were on a crowded street, people walking by under umbrellas, faces hidden, and he felt scared. The fear within him was growing more and more, he wanted to go home, somewhere safe and warm and far away from these brutes who were caging him in.

"I can't believe this is Yamamoto's kid. Weak."

"Well, he didn't want to work with us anymore after all. If we use his kid against him, we can blackmail him into doing so."

Takeshi didn't understand what those men were talking about, but it didn't sound good, that was too obvious to his childlike mind. They were whispering among each other with him sandwiched in between, knowing that no one else would be able to hear. The people around them were commoners, normal people who didn't even spare a glance at the two overly dressed men.

As they got to a crosswalk, one of the men nudged Takeshi, making him look up with large fearful eyes and then followed the outstretched hand across the traffic. There, on the other side of the street, was his father, staring at him with panic-filled eyes, and obviously had just run out of the restaurant from the way he was dressed.

"Dad!" Takeshi yelled out, trying to desperately twist and turn out of the grasp, but he couldn't, those grips were too tight. Tears were falling down his face, but they went unnoticed by the surrounding people. It simply looked like raindrops. "Dad! Dad!"

His father's mouth was moving, calling out his name, but he couldn't hear from the cars zooming across and the pelting rain. Takeshi wanted nothing more than to run over into his father's warm arms, but the traffic continued to pass by between them, unaware of the dilemma. He was scared, so scared.

Then a hand touched his own, startling him out of his stupor. It was unlike the other men. No, it was small, and just like his own, tiny, but so much stronger. He peered over to see an umbrella covering a student from his school, the uniform was too obvious, and that soft brown hair…

'Sawada?' Takeshi recognized that hair, those eyes. After all, terrible rumors about his classmates had spread like wildfire among the school. He was scared, too, he didn't like rumors, and he made sure to never judge anyone until he talked to them first. And yet, here was Tsuna, standing next to him, looking not frightened, but confident and was still so cold, like the rain. The umbrella was a soft color of orange, droplets of water dripping down the sides, and that hand continued to hold onto him tightly as if asking him to trust him.

Then, the light changed to green and Takeshi turned around as he felt himself getting nudged forward, those large arms dragging him out into the street. He could still feel that tiny hand on him, never leaving, and he watched as his father ran forward. However, at the last moment, the older man slipped on the water at the curb, tumbling backwards towards the rest of the crowd, preventing them from going onto the street. The sound of a car sliding, probably from the rain, was heard by the child, preventing the rest of the crowd from behind to follow until they moved around.

He didn't get it, something was odd about this situation. When they stepped past the car, he could hear the screeching of tires, of brakes, and slowly he looked up. A truck, a large truck had lost control from the water…and was coming straight towards him. Before he could let out a scream, that tiny hand belonging to Tsuna snapped him back, yanking him right out of the way.

However, his eyes never left the two men who had taken him. They were slowly turning around, glaring at him, but that was only for a few moments as the truck came crashing by. Takeshi felt something warm hit him on the face and hands and there was a loud, earth-shattering splatter and crash. Everything seemed to be hazy as he peered down at what looked like bodies, the forms twisted into something that didn't look human. There were limbs here and there, bended into awkward positions, and bones appearing outside the skin. Some were torn, even into pieces, and others were flattened from the weight of the truck.

Blood was covering everything around him, quickly being washed away by the water surrounding them. There was some screaming in the background, muddled by the rain, and he looked down at himself to see that redness bleeding into his clothes. He couldn't get a good look at anything else as he suddenly felt a warm embrace surround him, a strong pair of arms holding him closely. Takeshi blinked and looked at the person that was holding him, recognizing that scent of fish and sushi ingredients and knowing it was his father. Crying out, he returned the hug, screaming and begging his father never to let him go.

Throughout that time, he had forgotten all about the little figure with an orange umbrella that was standing just a few feet away, unaware that the person was already walking away from the scene. He could hear his father calling out to someone, he wasn't sure who, probably the child, and then heard some softly-spoken words to himself, trying to calm him. Then darkness came.

"Takeshi?" A voice called out to him, the teenager snapping himself awake and blinked questionably when he found himself sleeping against the sushi counter. He peered up curiously, eyes half-lidded and tired in appearance, and saw his father looking down at him with worried eyes. At the sight of the older Yamamoto, Takeshi gave a grin to let the other know he was okay and sat up from his spot, stretching his arms behind his back. He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep over the counter during work, must have been because it was kinda slow with such little deliveries. When not busy, the work could easily be handled by the other workers of the place. "You alright, Takeshi? You don't normally fall asleep like this. Was baseball practice hard today?"

Takeshi just gave another grin, waving his arm. "Nah, I'm just a little sleepy. Had a weird dream though," He looked down at his arm, happy that he was able to move the limb so easily. The surprise on his father's face when he had seen a complete and sudden recovery had been funny to look at. He, of course, was questioned about it immediately, that was to be expected. However, the teenager wasn't sure how to answer it, it was impossible to make a reply that didn't make him sound odd. Magic? How odd would that sound? Still, the moment he said Tsuna's name, Takeshi had watched his father tense up and then smile gently. It had been a strange response and he had wanted to question that himself when he shook his head. He had more important things to do. "Is there a delivery you need me to make?"

"Y-Yeah…" Tsuyoshi seemed hesitant on letting his son back out to deliver after yesterday's incident, and the game was tomorrow, too. He couldn't shake off a bad feeling he was having in the pit of his stomach. "Everyone else is out so you're the only one left. You don't really need to go though, we can wait for someone else if you don't feel like it."

"It's alright, Dad, I'll be fine."

"But you just recovered-"

"Dad, I'll be okay. I'll be extra careful today," Takeshi gave that slight narrowing of his eyes by mistake. He didn't mean to, but he wasn't in the mood to argue. Perhaps some fresh air would do him some good, he needed to clear his head, especially after that dream. He lifted up the finished sushi that was boxed carefully and read the address, knowing exactly where it was at. It was one of their regular customers and he had delivered there a couple of times in the past. As he went around the counter to leave, he paused for a moment, looking down at the bracelet that he had on his wrist and smiled gently. "Hey, Dad?"

"Yes, Takeshi?" Tsuyoshi was getting another batch of sushi ready, slicing through the fish with guided ease. When he didn't get a response, he looked curiously, the worry from before coming back to shine in his eyes. "Takeshi?"

"I…had a dream about when I was young. Can we talk about it later tonight?" The widening of Tsuyoshi's eyes was clear upon realizing what dream it could be and Takeshi smiled gently. "I'll be back okay. Don't worry, I think I have someone looking out for me out there. Well, I think. See you." With that, the baseball-loving teenager exited the restaurant, running down the road to get as far away as possible. He loved the wind as it rushed at his face, dashing through the streets with ease. Passing by people and buildings alike and even streets, he eventually came across the place he was looking for. He handed over the items, luckily not needing to gather money since the customer had paid over the phone, and was back to wandering through the streets. He wanted to take his time, to give himself the chance to clear his mind. That memory was still fresh in his head, he was certain - absolutely certain - that the small boy at that time was Tsuna. Still, why had Tsuna been there at the first place? It didn't make sense.

"Oh! Look! It's Yamamoto Takeshi!"

"Hey, yeah, it is."

At those voices, Takeshi lifted up his head curiously, a shiver of fear running down his spine as he remember those voices. They had been the ones who…

"Look, he doesn't seem like he was injured at all." The first one spoke, grabbing Takeshi's right arm, dragging him closer.

The other one chuckled in amusement, and then there was a third voice. "Perhaps we should make sure of it this time."

Takeshi could feel his world spinning. These people, he didn't want to mess with them, not right now. He was supposed to get home safely, he needed to get back to Dad. Without realizing it, he was already being pulled away towards the streets, at a crosswalk and a flash of memory appeared in his eyes. He turned around, searching for that familiar person, but no one else was nearby. The streets were almost empty, no one was on their side of the sidewalk, but as he looked to the other side, his eyes widened.

'Tsuna…' There the brunet stood, looking normal like always with Reborn on his shoulder. Those cold eyes were staring directly at him as if trying to convey some message, but Takeshi didn't get it. As the light turned greened, Tsuna stepped forward, arms at his side, momentarily glancing to the side towards the incoming traffic then back to the black-haired teen.

"Idiot…" At those words, the brunet suddenly rushed forward, slamming his body against Takeshi to break the hold the other teenagers had on him. Reborn was holding on for dear life, knowing that if he were to let go, he too would be in trouble. The three fell to the ground in a tumble and just in time.

Takeshi could still see himself falling and listened to the world around. His ears could pick up the screeching of tires, the sounds of a horn going off desperately - trying to warn those ahead - and yet nothing happened to him. He could only watch as a truck, just like before in his memory, slammed into those three teenagers who would have broken his body once again.

His eyes widened in shock, watching as blood splattered across the ground just like in his memory and some on his cheeks, the warmth of it a curse. There was a loud piercing scream, the truck continuing on its course as it ran over the bodies, its tires causing the chest cavities to explode at the pressure, splattering out the organs that had been contained within. Bones were stabbing outside the flesh in multitude of directions, the faces twisted until they were unrecognized, with blood covering everything. It was disgusting, terrible, and so horrifying.

There was no rain this time to wash the blood away so it simply gathered, pooling around the three teenagers. The world was silent before screaming was heard along with sounds of people running by and others calling for help. But Takeshi knew better, that scene, those corpses, there was no way anyone could survive. Once again, this incident had occurred, was it because he was weak? Unwilling? Useless? He turned to Tsuna curiously, who was resting on top of him, and he turned away from the bodies, the redness, and looked up at the cloudy night sky. There was no moon, just darkness.

"Gloomy skies like this forebode darkness."

He blinked as a phase entered his mind, it was small and weaker, but it was Tsuna's. Watching the brunet, who was slowly getting up from his position, Reborn looked over the two of them and then at the scene with calculating eyes. The younger-looking teen was on his arms and legs, hanging above him.

"Idiot," That was all Tsuna had said and all that needed to be said. He slowly got up and positioned his body in a way so that it would cover the scene. "Come on, Yamamoto. Get up, I'm taking you home." Tsuna muttered, leaning down to lift the other male by one side, trying to drag him away from the scene. It was a slow process and quite difficult with the crowding of people.

That seemed to snap some sense into the baseball player, his eyes looking at the brunet carefully and he nodded his head, resting closer to the other. He muttered a word of thanks, not fully aware that Reborn was on the ground, and leaned into Tsuna's shoulder, feeling that soft hair on his cheeks. It was nice and warm, Takeshi decided. Really warm.

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