Yikes. This is very overdue.
Chapter 2
Tsuna's world stopped and the world became cold. Colder than he can ever imagine as shivers rang and racked his body with relentless force. Realization didn't drew his attention quick enough to make itself more noticeable to become first.
Silence was the first to make its announcement. It greeted him slowly, tentatively with curiosity. Soon it became bolder and rushed into the scene with enthusiasm as it hastily suffocated the air. It quickly numbed his surroundings and quieted his mind to a sudden halt. Silence became the notorious silent predator that gradually grew it's discomfort. It smothered the air, nearly deafening the few harsh breaths and gasps that escaped Tsuna's mouth. Everything was inaudible and made everything harder to swallow.
No words could fathom Tsuna's astonishment, and nothing could distinguish the intensity as a familiar set of eyes that stared back held.
Truly unbelievable.
Tsuna shakes his disoriented head in bewilderment and in hopes it'll clear the thick fog that swirled within his head. With slow cautious steps, Tsuna made his way closer to the slanted, shattered mirror.
The pain he was in subsided in favor of this shocking realization.
The mirror's sharp cracks and missing fragments made it almost difficult to see himself fully but nevertheless he saw the clear disbelief that marked his rich face. A foreign set of eyes stared back -and yet so familiar- scoured his being. These eyes narrowed and sharpened as they cut through in a desperate act to see his face. A face that is young and devoid of any signs of premature aging. He was young, way too young than he last recalled. This body is in it's primal age he realizes. Somewhere close to it's early twenties. He peered down and finally gave a look-over on his attire. He was drenched and soiled from head to toe with a mixture of unknown elements that clung to his frame and clothes. He turned backed to the mirror and he concludes that he was the stark definition of exhaustion and damnation. Ticks of time dwindle into a spiral of madness with no motion of stopping. He feels torn and ruined and that leaves him to question.
"How...?" The word course through between his bruised lips. Tsuna finally realizes that his own voice was unfamiliar in his throat, a lighter octave than he remember it being. Reality was starting to look more questionable in this state he was in. How was any of this happening?
The questions started to pour and merge into a cluster. It circled and weighed heavier with every moment that passes, it became more apparent sanity was at a loss in this battle.
He died, didn't he? So why here? Why now? Was he struck with something before he made his departure? Or was everything a sick joke? Was it a dream? Is this fake? Is this real?
Tsuna hastily dragged his drenched fingers across his face. Almost raking manically as he starts to feel loose and wild. Questions and frantic cries are louder in his mind than they were before and now it's clear to him that whatever he's seeing is all but.
This is real, he was alive.
Then everything stopped.
Fast rhythmic thuds broke his train of thoughts with a sudden halt. The thuds became louder and were approaching fast.
Footsteps.
"You think he'll know?"
"if you don't shut up-"
In this whole destructing ordeal Tsuna finally revolves and manages to grasp the situation with a firm grip and held tightly. He's alone, injured, and is on the verge of insanity. A combination that that leaves him vulnerable.
He needs to leave. Now.