Chapter 1

Warning(s): Negative!thoughts, trigger!moments, suicide, OOC's

Notes: "Japanese" Thinking [Tsuna's written msg]

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn; Amano Akira does. If I did, it would be more sadder and dark.

7 years later~ Vongola Mansion~

"Excuse me, Nono? What should Nana and I do?" Iemitsu asked a bit baffled with the sudden request

"You should visit Tsunayoshi! It's been a while since both of you have left," Timeteo exclaimed. "If there is anyone who should give the news about becoming the heir to the Vongola family, it should be you. It's like killing two birds with one stone!"

"But Nono, there is work to do," Iemitsu said. "We can't just leave like that."

Timeteo furrowed his eyebrows, "But it's his birthday today! He's 19 now!"

"Not really, he would be 14 now," Nana said absentmindedly. Almost immediately the temperature dropped and Timeteo sent an icy glare towards the couple who flinched.

"What? You left a 7 year old child alone?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

Both of them flinched once again before Nana said, "D-Don't worry N-Nono. W-We made su-sure to g-get a c-caretaker for h-him."

Timeteo stood up and started leaving the room, "I have sent Reborn to train Tsunayoshi-kun. Let us just hope that nothing has happened to him in the 7 years you have left him alone by lying to us."

The couple could only lower their head and think about what he just said. Both of them having two different reactions. Sawada Nana looking a bit guilty while Sawada Iemitsu looks a bit angry. However, there was one thing on their mind: Why should they care about an useless child?

Reborn, the World's Greatest Hitman for the first time, was lost. He looked at the frail teen in front of him who had insomnia and was looking at the ceiling with dazed eyes as though lost in memories. He jumped out of his hammock and went towards the teen. Slipping his fingers into his hair, he felt the teen stiffen at his touch before relaxing.

Looking at the teen who had closed his eyes and was bringing himself towards the warmth, Reborn felt his blood boil as he remembered his first meeting with him.

Reborn observed the next heir from a distance.

He was strange. That was all Reborn could think of seeing the teen interacting. More like, the lack of interaction. The teen refused to have any physical contact and refused to speak. No matter if the teachers called on him or the students bullied him, the child didn't utter a sound.

It was as though, the child was a mute, which shouldn't be the case since there was nothing that said the teen was.

'I would need to check the hospital records for any accidents,' Reborn thought solemnly. Either the teen stopped speaking on his own or an accident happened.

Reborn noticed something else as well; the teen was in good tune with his Hyper Intuition. Tsuna continuously glanced at where he was sitting at. That meant that he didn't really need to use the Dying Will Bullet, if he could figure out if he could use his flames. (A/N: There was no sealing the flames accident)

There was something else that caught the hitman's eye: the weight. The teen was too thin! What on Earth did he eat?!

Pushing all those thoughts aside, he saw the teen being ambushed on his way back. It was at that moment that the hitman saw something: motivation. The next heir was bullied but had enough motivation to get up on his own and move forward. That was good; it meant that he could be trained and hadn't lost all hope.

Once he saw the teen go inside the house, he decided to check the hospital's records about his muteness. It took him longer than expected to accept that "no, the child wasn't mute or involved in any accident. It's his wish to stop talking." He had to call Shamal and station him in Namimori because his hitman intuition was telling him he would need it and soon.

When he was standing right outside the door and thinking how to get the brunet speak, he heard a crash coming from inside. His intuition told him to hurry and he pushed open the door.

Reborn had never lost control in his life before but when he saw the next heir - the defenseless heir- being strangled by the caretaker, he couldn't help but lose control. Quickly, taking out his gun, he fired a shot, killing the pointless caretaker appointed by the useless oaf of a father. It was no wonder why the child refused to have physical contact. It wasn't a simple bully case; it was abuse.

Rushing towards the fallen teen, he took note of the other wounds he received in the short time he let him out his sight. How long was this happening for that the child didn't lose consciousness?

The child tried to sit up before Reborn stopped him, "Stop, you aren't in any condition to move. Let me heal you."

Right after he said that, the hitman froze. Why? Because he felt sky flames brush up his sun flames, searching for something. 'So he can use his flames..' Reborn thought as he didn't try to do anything else that can startle him. He needed to be patient. 'Think of Leon or of an injured child who's dying' Reborn thought to himself

Whatever the boy found placated him - he relaxes and nods his head; letting the hitman do what he wants

"Tsuna," the hitman called the brunet who had closed his eyes and was nuzzling into his hand, "Do you want to talk right now or tomorrow?"

The teen opened his eyes but didn't move away from the tiny hand on his head. Instead, he waited patiently for the hitman to tell his side of the story. Tsuna had been curious as to why there was a baby in the house who killed one of the people who abused him. He never said anything since nobody believed him and considering how useless he is, nobody ever would.

Reborn took a notebook and pen that was lying on the dressing table and gave it to Tsuna, who promptly took it. Reborn informed the teen as to why he is here when he was interrupted and held out his hand.

It looked like he was going to say something before he stopped himself. [So, I'm... the heir to a... mafia family?]

Reborn could see the confusion lying in the eyes but he nodded.

[And why is the Vongola picking me? Somebody who's useless?]

Reborn frowned before holding himself from kicking the teen. Tsuna was abused and needed to be cared for, not to be hit for something like this. "First, you aren't useless. Everyone has a reason to their existence and it's not to become useless. Second, the reason why you were picked was..."

And Reborn started explaining the teen's roots, his great-great-great-grandfather and the flames. It took sometime for the child to understand but he accepted the explanation yet he refused the position.

[I'm not going to become a mafia boss.]

Reborn smirked, "Don't worry, you will." He then lost his smirk and asked the questions he had, "Why do you avert from physical contact?"

Tsuna tensed before he raised his sleeves until his elbows but it was enough for the hitman to notice the amount of wounds on his arm. New wounds were overlapping old ones. That was enough for the baby hitman to understand the reason. He tilted his fedora downwards, "The same reason why you don't speak?"

[Why should I speak when no-one wants to listen?]

Reborn frowned; the teen in front of him wholeheartedly believed he was useless and that no-one would listen. Talk about low self-esteem. "What would you do if I say that you could gain a family that will like you for who you are and not abuse you?"

The child paused in his tracks before he wrote something. [...That would be nice that is if it could happen..]

"It will happen, Tsuna. I promise," Reborn said, smiling a little. This child was doing wonders to him. He would have never thought that he would try to comfort the teen but apparently, he was doing it.

Sky flames once again seemed to fill the room as they seemed to brush up against his and it seemed his resolve was enough as the teen smiled a little before closing his eyes.

"Also," he said perking interest in the teen, "I am looking forward to it when you would willingly speak and I'll be getting you used to physical contact."

Tsuna shot up looking scared before Reborn added, "slowly. Starting with me, first." He could see the tension seeping out of the scared teen but it was still there. "Just like right now. It's slow and easy."

Once he saw the teen nod albeit hesitantly, he then said, "Rest for now, Tsuna. We'll talk tomorrow. Try to sleep."

For the first time in 7 years, Tsuna relaxed enough to let someone else in his room and with such close proximity. He didn't know why but he could feel safe around the self-proclaimed baby hitman.

Author's Note: Hey guys! How was the second chapter? Was it good or not? It was short, I know but oh well. Next week is exam week, wish me luck!

Right there were questions about what it means by 'mental scars shows as pain.' It just means that it will show as physical scars.

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