Tsuna was confused. Yes, Tsuna was confused and a little bit scared, and she didn't know why.
She was playing in the backyard, and her Kaa-san was making dinner. Kaa-san was extra excited because Otuo-san was home. He even brought his boss. ( Call me Nonno, it means grandfather.)
Otuo-san came out of the house with Nonno. Tsuna was a little confused at first. They were talking very intensely to each other with funny words. Tsuna then realized. She had nothing to worry about. They just wanted to play with her. Something inside her seemed to rear up at that and start screaming nononononononono.
Tsuna just ignored it because Kaa-san always to be kind and play with everyone. With her mind set, she picked up her bright neon orange ball and started walking over to them. The ball felt cool against her two hands. It was smooth and very slippery. She remembered Kaa-san calling it a mini beach ball.
Tsuna didn't really care about that, though. She just knew that it was easy to throw and that she could throw it high, high, high to the sky. She loved the sky.
Before she knew it, her feet that were clad in pretty white shoes with a sparkly white bow, brought her in front of the two men who have stopped talking now to look at her.
Tsuna suddenly felt very worried as something inside her screamed. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, and she could feel her hands shake. She just focused her mind again and held out the ball and said, " Nonno, Otuo-san do you want to play? " She held out the bright orange ball to them.
Nonno looked at her for a really long time, and something flashed inside of his possessive eyes. " I will play, little one." He started in that sickly sweet tone of his. " Just not this game. Hmmm." He raised his hand up. Tsuna suddenly felt sick.
This was not going to be good.
Tsuna tried to turn and run, but she couldn't. Otuo-san was holding her in place. Tsuna started to breathe fast. Something was WRONG.
The hand that was moving tauntingly slowly finally reached her forehead, and the world started to burn.
Searing heat and pain rushed through her body before a sweet, cooling sensation. The world lit up in brilliant orange flames—that song of HARMONY and HOME before it became too much. Too much. Too much for her small body to handle.
Her flames weren't ready to be brought out yet. It was too much too soon. Her flames became too much—they BURNED.
The edges of her vision blurred, and all she could make out between the sound of her screams and the string of her tears.
Were the face of her Nonno looking at her with such a dark possessive look and the feel of her Outo-san arms wrapped around her body as she flailed in pain.
Her flames that were TOO MUCH started to be smothered and coerced into submission by two others. She didn't like the feel of the others. She hated the feel of the others, but she was so tired.
And she Hurt so much. It would be ok if she just went to sleep. That is what the other flames are telling hers. Maybe, maybe she should listen.
The world faded black.