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Danger
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Ever since the Accident regarding Henrik's unfortunate fate, there was a slow, significant change in Tsuna that gradually grew stronger the more time he spent with his new Family.
It was weird, because there was some kind of gravitational pull that tugged his instinct into believing that the Flames was... something to be devoured. It was something foreign, like a quiet echo on the back of his head tempting; whispering sweet promises of further restoration - he doesn't understand what it meant, but he doesn't want to find out soon -, of the sinful flavour of Henrik's dying will flames. Of how much more he could obtain that saccharine pleasure if he could just take it--!
It was something he had realized after consuming Henrik's Flame. And he had been terrified of the discovery.
Ever since Tsuna had his core destroyed, there was nothing but a void inside of him that was always a numb presence at the back of his head, one that he could ignore yet never went away.
And now, that darkening presence took an unexpect turn as he got a taste of Henrik's flame.
It was... for the lack of better words, refreshing. The flame flew into him like a gentle stream, filling the void inside of him with various information he never experienced. It was gentle yet wild and unforgiving, fanned with the void's encouragements, they expanded through his body, filling every cell in his being with an overwhelming power. One he couldn't begin hoping to control.
It was as if a storm was raging inside of him, coiling inside wildly, trying to find a way to be freed, until he exploded; draining the very last bit of the wild flame from within him.
It was a jarring experience.
It was the turning point where he was constantly filled with whispers of ill intent, of hunger he could not ignore. It constantly bothered him to the point of muted silence.
He can't, for the love of him, bring himself to admit that he was almost succumbed to its sweet promises.
It was shameful, to not be able to hold himself when the urge was too strong--!
But then, the image of Hendrik laying on bed, connected to life support jarred him from the web of deceit his mind sprung at him.
Henrik... he was just an innocent man trying to help him from his panic attack, and Tsuna reduced him into an empty shell so he could waste away and rot like a corpse he is.
Because that's what Tsuna reduced him to. A corpse.
Tsuna reminded himself of his failure, of his mistake of robbing someone of his life when the man barely started to enjoy it.
He was a murderer...
He was just.
Like.
Them.
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"I was constantly plagued with my first murder. He was nothing but an innocent mind trapped in a mistake they have caused."
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AN: I'm sorry for the short update guys, but at least I'm alive lol.