November 12, 2016: Chapter betaed by Pure Red Crane. *insert smiley here*
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! So please don't sue meee!
~Crimson Spiral~
Chapter 2
("Dame-Tsuna got the lowest score again!"
Snickers.
"He always does, doesn't he?"
Laughs.
"Yes, it's like he is competing for the top place on being dame."
Laughter.
"That's mean! There is no competition to begin with! Dame-Tsuna will always be the champion of being dame."
More laughter.)
Tsuna knew that he was no good, friendless, a useless waste of resources, but it didn't mean his father could just decide what to do! Sending a tutor just because his grades were the worst? Hah! Grades were meaningless because he could still find a job despite his failing grades. He could try to be better, but for the life of him, even when he tries he still fails. Besides school wasn't his priority anymore. He had the looks and he wasn't going to waste his precious time studying worthless subjects that didn't have any involvement with his entertainment. Instead, he was going to have beauty for the rest of his life or wallowing in self-pity. Either way it was better than studying for school.
So when he received a telephone call from dear Iemitsu about a home tutor that would be coming tomorrow to start tutoring him, he immediately pressed the end button and pulled the telephone plug. No one could bother him anymore if his telephone wasn't connected and no one – aside from his Nee-chan – knew his phone number. But knowing his father's spies, his father would likely get a hold of his phone number after two days, maybe even less than that, either way he still got his peaceful dame life for a day or two.
Back to his problem, the tutor his father hired, Reborn, was going to live with him! He could already foresee his future. Being mocked by the tutor for being Dame-Tsuna, getting tutored every day would surely suck and the man would find a way of making him feel worse because the tutor would surely rub in that his life was a disappointment, or worse, tell him how he shouldn't exist, which was still the same and he knew it, but for some reason those words hurt more. He shouldn't be hearing it from a stranger.
Going back to his dark room, he slowly packed his clothes and other necessities into his bag. If that tutor was going to arrive tomorrow, he was going to sneak away tonight. 'That tutor will surely arrive to an empty house and never come back.' he thought smugly.
Upon his arrival in Tokyo, after his unplanned endeavor, he immediately rented a cheap motel room. Immediately leaving his baggage behind, he ventured outside to find a stress reliever.
("You went out again." the lady said in a resigned tone.
"Yup." he said cheerfully with his cheek slightly pink with after-glow.
She shook her head, "You are digging your own grave, brat."
He looked at her with confusion then shook his head in disagreement. "I don't think so, Nee-chan."
She studied his slightly limping figure and then glared at him. He didn't know why his Nee-chan was angry at him, again. "You are such a menace. I wonder why I put up with your idiocy." He pursed his plump chapped lips confusedly.
"Because you love me?" A whack on the head was what he got when those words left his lips.
"Cheeky brat." she said in an annoyed tone, but he felt warm at the hidden meaning of her action. Then she added in a softer yet still stern voice, "I warned you, brat." He smiled at her brightly.
"You do love me, Nee-chan." he concluded, his voice not wavering. His face lit up like a bright diamond surrounded by rusty chain. Despite his tone of voice, he couldn't stop the dread slowly yet surely filling his heart.)
He woke up after the incessant ringing of his alarm clock. Lifting his tired limbs, he blindly reaches for the source of his sudden awareness. Feeling around the table, he finally felt his phone's location and deftly dragged it towards him. Opening his phone's screen, the alarm's screeches automatically faded. He brought the bright screen near his face. He opened his eyes slowly and squinted to shield his swimming vision from the screen's brightness. 12:32 P.M. It read, mocking him with how early it was.
He closed his phone's screen absentmindedly as he put it near his pillow. He grunted in mild annoyance as he felt the beginning of a headache. Closing his eyes in a vain attempt to stifle his incoming headache, he mumbled something indistinguishable under his breath while he snuggled closer against the pillow.
He was about to fall asleep while confined in the warm blanket and pillow, but his blasted phone started ringing its alarm again, interrupting his beauty sleep and making the slight thumping of his headache turn into a massive blowing migraine. 'Blasted phone!' He cursed within the expanse of his mind.
He snapped his eyes open, amber eyes flashing into bright orange before it returned to its previous color. He squinted his eyes as he blurrily stared at his opened phone and immediately turned off his alarm setting. Now partially awake with a migraine, any plan of going back to sleep was thrown out of the imaginary window. He groaned under his breath while slowly stretching his sore body into action. 'Should get medicine…soon.' he thought groggily.
He slowly stood up, leaving his phone near his pillow once again as he stretched his arms in front of him making an audible popping sound. After that, he shakily stood up, his knees letting out light tremor-like shivers, not from lack of warmth, but due to the soreness running from his bottom. He limped his way to the connected bathroom. Reaching for the metal doorknob, he opened it and he went inside. He could feel the coldness of the tiles against his bare feet as he padded his way towards the sink.
He splashed his face with the cold water, dispersing any of his sleep-induced tiredness. Taking another breath to completely get rid of any sleepiness, he lifted his chin to look at the mirror. There he saw his wet face, still sleepy and tired eyes, swollen and chapped lips with a small hint of dried blood, though he already knew that part because of the taste of his lips. Bed hair made his gravity-defying brown hair even more spiked … "Wait..." With wide eyes, he stared at the image of his hair on the mirror as a sudden realization hit him. "The heck?!" He cursed loudly, eyes wide as if he saw an alien, which was slightly correct to him. However, he didn't see an alien, he saw himself, his regular dame-self and that was bad, really bad. The sight completely eradicated any sleepiness from his system, horror dawning at what he realized.
"What the hell?" He cursed once again, voice now slightly lower than before, yet still had that panicked quality. He gingerly reached for his brown locks as he stared at his hair in the mirror.
'How did I miss this?' he thought in panic as he stood there, looking at his hair as his panicking mind processed his mistake because of his dame-ness the previous night. 'How did I forgot to dye my hair blonde?!'
"Dame-Tsuna, you idiot." he mumbled under his breath as he turned away from the mirror, his hand reached for the face towel and he dried his slightly-dripping-with-water face with it while inwardly and outwardly berating himself for making a blunder.
He criticized himself for making a mistake, especially because he was having fun while looking like his dame-self. That was dangerous. 'What if I get kidnapped by those pedos?!' He groaned one more time in self-pity and for the migraine he was suffering from as he shrieked once again, his panic returning, "Hieee!" It made him trip on empty air and he hit the floor face first. "I-I-It hurts..!" he stuttered as he helped himself from the floor, hand brushing imaginary dust away from his clothes after he rubbed his face to check if he hurt himself from his fall.
'This is bad.' he thought to himself as he got out of the bathroom, heading towards the table where his bag was resting. Immediately rummaging through his bag for a pack of hair color, he took it out and put it on top of the table, proceeding to find his medicine. Upon seeing it, he immediately took a tablet and popped it on his mouth. A few seconds after that, he took a gulp of water from his uncapped mineral bottle. With medicine for his migraine now digested, hopefully he would feel better and he could think properly to make damage control.
Taking another gulp, he closed the lid of his mineral bottle. He stared at the transparent water inside the bottle as he let his mind wander into nothingness.
'It doesn't really matter, does it? Blonde or not, I am still Dame-Tsuna.' he thought after he contemplated his actions. Minutes had passed as he stared at the water with tired amber with orange tinted eyes. He decided to only move when he felt his grumbling stomach, making him snap on his daze. Immediately letting the mineral bottle go, he reached into his bag for a change of clothes, baggy shorts, another sleeveless light blue shirt with a hoody, the big number 27 printed on its front with white and outlined with orange, and a matching fashionable pair of sneakers.
Deeming himself presentable, and holding necessary things like his wallet, keys, and phone, he took one last glance at the mirror. Immediately, his eyes landed on his bed-hair and already lamenting that he couldn't tame his messy hair once again, plus it was messier than normal too.
He set on going out to find food, preferably a bitter coffee for his hangover and maybe some bread too. He mused once again about his brown locks, but decided that he didn't really care and no one knew that he was Dame-Tsuna so...for once in a while, he won't dye his hair blonde.
("Why did you choose to dye your hair blonde? Your brown hair was fine." she asked, staring at his messy hair.
"Ahh…W-Well…B-B-Blonde looks cool." he answered with a stutter. By the end of his sentence, he was looking away and willing himself to look as small as possible in embarrassment. He still couldn't stop stuttering when he was talking to her. He had just arrived a week ago and the lady dragged him with her, but he still felt embarrassed because he couldn't read her properly. Sometimes she easily got angry, and then other times she was kind, like now. She looked at his dyed hair and then ruffled it, making him let out an involuntary squeak.
"Either way, you still have fluffy soft hair, brat." she said jokingly as she continued messing with his hair, but it made him feel warm. His mother used to pat him on the head, albeit not as strongly as Nee-chan, but still somewhat the same. It made a fluttery warm feeling spread through his heart, and in that moment, he decided that he would follow her example. She must have been a respectable citizen of the society.)
Upon getting back to his room after walking around aimlessly for a few hours, his lower body felt sore. It wasn't really a good decision to move around after having fun the night before, but he still planned to go out that day, sore or not. He couldn't just pass the chance to walk around the buzzling streets of Tokyo, especially on busy days like this. Though he held back on finding someone to play with for the time being, he knew his limits and he was already stress-free for the time being, so he should just relax and let time pass by.
Tokyo really was a wonderful place to be in, he mused. Everyone was so busy. There was a lot of people, a lot of things to do, a lot of people he could have fun with and no one knew him. No one looked at him twice - aside from those leering flirtatious looks at his direction – and it felt good. For once, he felt free from any restraint, but his freedom was cut-short because of those annoying flirty looks older men shot at him. They looked at him as if he was a piece of meat, wanting to eat him in all possible ways, which was annoying because today was his rest day and he didn't feel like having fun with any of them. Sure those looks thrown at him made him feel like he could control them, but when he wasn't in his having-fun phase, those looks were plain annoying and unwelcome. He also wondered why people in Tokyo were different from the people in Namimori. Here, he was stared at as a prey to be eaten. In Namimori, he was stared at as weak and worth only enough to be bullied. Obviously, both were still prey, but... 'Never mind that.' He cut off his train of thought before he got a self-induced headache from over thinking. Today was his rest day, and he would be damned if he let a minor annoyance from leering older men ruin that.
Back in his room, he laid down on his bed planning to rest. He could still feel his back aching, but it had dulled an hour ago, it would most likely fully heal after a day of rest. The same could be said for the overall pain in his body. Also, there weren't many marks left on him, aside from his chapped lips where it was bitten, a few mild bruises on his arms that looked like it had been done by his bullies, and the slowly ebbing away hand-like print on his hips. The mark on his hips would likely be gone after a day too.
Overall, today was his rest day and tomorrow was another day of rest. In the back of his mind, he just knew Hibari-senpai would bite him to death for skipping classes, so he was getting his chance to rest. Once he got back to Namimori, he would be sporting another set of bruises from Hibari-senpai's tonfas, and another beating later from his vicious bullies, not like he cared much for those trivial things.
He also thought about the tutor. It would have been fun to see the shocked expression of his failed-soon-to-be tutor when he arrived at an empty house. Too bad he missed it, and if it really happened, then that tutor would likely leave and never return. He smiled happily at his thought. It would also teach Iemitsu not to hire anyone without his permission, not like he would agree even if he did ask.
'Maybe I should go back after a week. It's only Tuesday.' He questioned himself in his thoughts then he concluded after a few minutes of thinking over it, 'Then I should go back next Monday like nothing happened.'
He smiled to himself after that sound decision as he hummed a strange tone, a song his mother used to hum before she tucks him in his sleep.
("Tsu-kun wants to know the title of the song Mom hums." he softly asked despite the sleepiness drowning him in.
"Ara, is that so?" His mother chuckled, "It is twinkle, twinkle little star. Does Tsu-kun want to sing it with Mom?"
He slowly nodded as he peered at his mother, loving the way she continued to shine so bright like a star, "Tsu-kun will sing it with Mom." he said happily and it resulted in his mother patting his cheeks tenderly with a soft chuckle.
"Repeat after me, Tsu-kun. Twinkle, twinkle little star..." They continued singing into the night until he unknowingly fell asleep.)
He blurrily opened his eyes when he heard the soft knocking on his door. It seemed he had unknowingly fallen asleep after humming that song. Getting up, he mumbled groggily, but should still be audible for the person outside of his room, "Wait, wait, I'm coming."
When he opened his door he was met with…no one. Looking from left to right then peering across the hallway, he saw no one. Dismissing it as a prank, he remained silent and closed the door. A yawn slipped passed his lips, and he mumbled softly to himself, "I'm so sleepy..." He slowly moved back towards his bed, only to stumble when he tripped on his feet again, eliciting a yelp from his throat. He fell face first.
"Ugh..." He groaned as he helped himself up from his fall, only wincing when he felt his sore neck. He slowly went back to his bed while muttering slowly to himself, "It still hurts…Damn." When he made it on his bed, he laid on it with his face facing the bed and head resting sideways on the pillow. He fell asleep upon contact.
He never noticed the onyx eyes silently observing him.
To be continued…
A/N: Kindly leave a review *insert smiley here* Constructive critism/review are very welcome flames are not.
Explanation: Tsuna is 13, a teenager and well he might be young for doing 'fun' things but he is a growing boy with hormones and all. Underdevelop or still developing, Tsuna still have hormones even if it is not completely developed. (nvm, I am just spouting nonsense.)
