Chapter 5 -

Impacts Of Decisions.

Warning + Disclaimer : I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn in any way,shape or form. This chapter has mentions of suicide,torture and bullying. If this isn't allowed in fanfiction,please contact me. Shoutout to suicidal and bullied people : Please seek help. I'm serious. There are many people who love you that you just don't know yet. Please don't be rash.

It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing,flowers are blooming... On days like these,kids like me...

Are rummaging through the trashcans near a playground. The interesting part about it was that I found a worn pencil case. Thankfully,these trashcans looked like baskets instead,and there was not much drinks thrown in,making any paper or usable items for my Educational use disgusting or impossible to use.

I could care less for the looks thrown my way while I disposed of yet another trash bin. It was not as dirty as one would think it was. Since it looked more like a basket,it could not hold much trash,so most stuff in it would be paper,since it was near a playground for kids.

Who coincidently would draw random things that adults would ultimately throw,along with lost colour pencils and much more other items that I imagine that I haven't found yet.

I made sure to find a river to wash my hands though. In my other life,I would have rather ran away from home than touch the insides of a trash bin.

It would be a while before I had to stock up on more writing material. Or newspapers. Or erasers. And so on,I guess.

Allowing myself some praise-because really,learning a language through newspaper should be something notable- I decided to leave,task done for the day,with my bag filled with 'trash' that was not 'trash'. I had walked quite far from the shithole and my elementary school today for my rewards. Slinging my bag over my shoulder,I started a light jog-wanting to return before 'sleeping time' comes and punishment is dished out.

But I heard a faint noise. It went "ahhh..ahhhh" like a zombie. Obviously,as I was a very curious person,I went to check it out. It was a miracle that I didn't go hunting the shithole's file cabinets yet,if they even had any. It certainly would be no harm to check out a noise unless its murder in broad daylight.

And then I immediately hid so that I would not be seen. Some guys were bullying a brown haired boy. Kicks thrown about and hands grabbing his hair. I felt...complicated. I was a victim of such actions and had developed some tricks to get away from it. Perhaps I was feeling some empathy.

So I stayed. Watched as the kiddo got kicked about in the sands of a playground I should've left. That they had dragged him to. I was a coward. I know. But my survival matters first,and I could not possibly expand my energy in something I would not use for my own.

Maybe that was an excuse.

After a while,they left him. Half buried in the sand like some corpse drying in the falling sun. Dirt marks from shoes engraved onto his pale,young,skin. His state of clothes were remarkably not as roughed up as someone would think it to be,even though he got thrown about like some ragdoll.

Knowing that the bullies would not be back as day were about to fade to night,I walked over. Simply trying not to get him more wary of others,nor trip into a flight response. (Hah! And yet I run,and run some more to escape the claws of my prison.)

In the sand,he seemingly sobs as though he was a dead person alive. I swiped the sand off him,and continously did so-for once not caring about my cleaniliness deteriorating by doing such an action. He was still sobbing,and it was not the loud,obnoxious crying that children did. It was those anguished ones that cried of pain,of hurt that cannot be let out-that clogs the throat in a desperate attempt to not show weakness, to not...cry.

His eyes were closed.

I finally dug him out,and tried to shake him out of his state of...of...

I decided on the word 'shock',for I had no words to this emotion.

Guiding him towards a nearby bench,his legs covered in painful bruises that dotted around in various shades of pink and red,I debated on how I was supposed to calm a bullied kid.

Sitting on the bench with him,who was hiding his closed eyes with his hands,who did not want to face the cruel world. I tried to start a conversation.

"Stop crying. They gone."

When he didn't stop,I was at a loss,not knowing what to do. So... So I tried to think about what my Dad would have done. What he would do if I ever ran to him teary eyed.

I hugged him,tried to rub circles onto his back like some awkward teen trying to comfort a child.(Where was the adults when you needed them?Where were his parents?!How could they let such a travesty happen!) I could feel him hesitate,before he leaned in and finally allowed the cries he had been holding in to go out for who knows how long. I felt even more uncomfortable-the heat of another living being and the smooth sensation of skin...How long was it since I had human contact?

I could only keep still and hope he isn't too traumatised.

It felt like forever before he stopped crying onto my shirt. Since I didn't know how to continue the conversation,I was glad he started first.

"Thank you."

"It fine. Here-" looking over his skin that had some painful wounds,I took some clean tissue packets from my bag(that I stole from the trash) to get some to dab it carefully over the worse of his wounds. "I think it better now. Try to not get it in-in..." Unfortunately,I couldn't find the words 'infected' in my japanese vocabulary so I settled on "dirty." Instead.

"Thank you. Umm..." He looks at me,twiddling his thumbs like the kid he truly was. I waited patiently.

"Can we be friends?"

I startled,not expecting the first thing he would ask to be this,and by reflex,answered-

"Sure..."

He beams,all traces of sadness on his face gone like the wind.

I was expecting a plethora of questions of why the bullies beat him up.

"I am Yoru Akira. You?"

"Sawada Tsunayoshi!"

I blanked.

I waved goodbye to Tsuna. Yes,Tsuna. He ran back home(without tripping?!) after we promised to meet each other again tommorrow. In broken sentences of course. Again,I was no genius-

No wait,I need to stop distracting myself. Its Tsuna!

Sawada Tsunayoshi from the anime I dreamt of-literally a few days ago. I'm either going insane or this is a common name in japanese society. I wouldn't know! I'm not a native in japan!

I..I...had a conversation with a fictional character.

I slapped myself hard on the face. It hurt and it ended up with me having a handprint on my face. But the pain affirmed that I was not trapped in some I met a fictional character who would become a mafioso that was literally royalty of the most brutal famiglia!

It was the first time I doubted my analysis of being reincarnated.

This just seemed all rigged. There were many fanfictions about people being reincarnated into their favorite universe/anime/game. This...should not be plausible. I met the main character at a young age-and became his 'friend'.

Before I could think further about my sudden spiel of thoughts,my vision started to blur. I touched my eyes,confused and panicked at the sudden deteriorating of my eyesight.

Then I saw-

A brown haired boy held a knife to his chest. He closed his eyes. And then he pushed it through-where a heart would be on his body.

I clutched my chest at where the knife went through him(tsuna...),a phantom pain lingering-The view switched.

Tsuna was in the middle of a circle made of boys. They laughed,and laughed,and laughed as he curled into a ball,trying to protect himself from the kicks,the pushes and the trips. "Dame-tsuna is so stupid he can't even defend himself!" They sneered. "A boy who acts like a girl!" They jeered. "You should just kill yourself! Even your dad doesn't want you!" They cawed.

I cringed at every kick,feeling affected by the unrealistic onslaught of physical abuse they threw on his body-The next image came.

"Okaa-san. I'm sorry. I'm useless." He sobbed on top of a rooftop. I could recognise it at a glance,having seen the same scenary everytime I watched the anime. It was from namimori high school. He was perched on the rails.

He stared at the ground from up top. "I...I'm not going to be a coward anymore."

He jumps.

I saw the ground hit him full on. I felt the ground hit me full on-I felt the blood seeping out of his body-his eyes closed in a sick posture of peace. I felt sick.

I saw him looking at what looks like an older version of me-in a much older version of himself. He had his hands on 'my' shoulders,shaking 'me' as 'my' eyes stared at him expressionlessly,as 'my' hands clutched 'my' chest. "Wake up! Akira!" He repeats relentlessly,his eyes on 'my' frozen form. 'I' snapped out of it and stared at him,eyes widened. "What's wrong?Akira?Why didn't you tell me anything about this?" Tsuna snarls at 'me'. "Its been getting more frequent!You know I can help you!"

The vision flips once again-

"Blame your father for this,boy." A masked stranger said to tsuna,who was tied to a chair. His mouth was gagged with cloth from origins unknown,and his eyes blinded by a blindfold. The stranger had set up a camera in front of tsuna-and beside it was a variety of tools I'd rather not describe. I turned my head away-but it did nothing to stop me from being forced to feel and watch what happened next.

My eyesight returned after what felt like hours of watching different scenes play out-of the many different ways tsuna died. Of the many different ways he suicided. Or the many ways in which he ended up in the mental asylum.

It was only after I reached my bed in the 'shithole' that I realised that this was what it meant by 'mostly their deaths and their possible future'.(When did I even reach my bed? I don't remember walking back.) ' It didn't sound funny to me that I could remember something around 5 years ago-no. That day was terrifying to me. Orphans don't live well,no matter what anyone says.

I recalled each and every scene easily-as if it was embedded in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about the boy I just met(So cheerful despite the bullying...)dying in front of my eyes. I remember the scene where he was shaking 'me'. I remember it as clear as day. It was one of the only scenes where he didn't die. One of which he actually grew up.

Before the vision...I was thinking of how I should just ditch him,so that he could continue his life as the protagonist-he was destined to be tutored by reborn. There was no need for an insignificant character like me to become a lasting friend to him. Sure,he'd get bullied-but he'd be fine,right?

After I saw these visions...I wasen't sure anymore. Tsuna in the anime and manga...his 'being bullied' status had never stood out. Sure,he had no friends(at first),but the bullying thing never stood out. It wasen't some character in a book anymore...

Its a boy who was around my age getting bullied,both mentally and physically. But he was a mafia prince who would one day rule the vongola.

A boy who would and could die in suicide many times over.

I bashed my face towards my bed,making no sound as everyone was asleep.

I guess this was the decision then-to be friends with tsuna or to not be.

To leave a child to the wolves or to help him in some way from it.

Every single logical part of my mind was telling me that I should just leave it. It was none of my business. I never cared for the orphans at the orphanage(Those mean brats!) so why should I start caring now? He also pose a threat to me because people WILL be coming after him. The other,more emotional part of me is saying "You're leaving a child to abuse. He's going to die and you have a choice that could end up in him keeping his life! You don't care about the orphans because they can take care of themselves,somewhat. They're different!"

There's also the whole matter of 'shady orphanage','kokuyo highschool'(Ohshitohshitohshitmukurotakescontroloftheschoolwithhisgang) and me staying low profile.

I stared up at the ceiling,lying down on the bed. Today was a terrible day. What am I going to do tommorrow? I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight because of what I seen.

A/N : I know I'm terrible at the whole emotion and dialogue thing. haha. I hope you like my story. If you don't,I hope you're kind enough to not flame me. That aside,I hope that I depicted akira's turmoil over her decisions thanks to her terrible power well enough. Not to mention what she watched and felt. I don't want to get all descriptive and wanted you all to imagine what she watched by what I implied,except for certain scenes. heh.

The broken dialogue is intentional. Akira can't possibly speak japanese fluently-both due to her throat and lack of language skills. Yup.