Why hello everyone, I am back with another chapter of Remember Me! And sorry about last chapter, my account has been screwing around recently and where there should have been page breaks, they were deleted :C Butthead FanFiction. So I just wanted to apologize in advance if they're gone. AGAIN. UGH.
I originally wanted this to be posted early Sunday morning, but some complications came up and I had to postpone writing the last part until now XD At least I updated within the week, right?
So instead of listening to my blabbering, here's that chapter I'm sure you'd rather read instead! I hope you enjoy it~
I don't own KHR, because if I did, Hibari and Tsuna would have WAYYYY more scenes together (that involves the yaoi type setting, hurrhurr~)
He was floating. Maybe not even floating, but drifting in black space. There was no up down, left or right. Time meant nothing, all meaning was worthless. All he could remember was the face of the girl.
The girl that nearly died.
Although all other memories escaped him, Tsuna could easily recall what happened just moments before… this.
He had just gotten his gelato- orange sherbet, one of his favourites- and was one his way back to the Vongola mansion. He had decided to walk, thinking the exercise would be good for him, and was enjoying the day so far. For some reason, the sky seemed bluer, the sun seemed brighter, and the air seemed fresher. It was quite a good day.
But then he heard the scream.
His head swiveled towards its source, quickly picking out a horror struck woman. There, in the middle of the street, was a small girl, no older than 5 at the most, running back to pick up her fallen doll. He remembered seeing the girl's smile as she picked up the doll, ready to head back to her mother. He also remembered the bright headlights of the oncoming car, trying too late to swerve out of the way.
Tsuna couldn't even think, he only reacted. Dropping his gelato, he leapt out into the traffic and pushed the girl away, forcing her onto the other sidewalk.
After that, his world went black.
I'm not sure if the little break indicator showed up, so this is here to show that it goes back to present time :)
"Wh-What are you talking about, Juudaime?" Gokudera questioned. It was weird, their boss woke up claiming to not know them. Before Tsuna could answer them, the quiet doctor spoke up.
"Actually, this might be a case of amnesia. I wouldn't be surprised if he lost his memories, with the damage his body, not to mention mind, took. Sawada-san," he turned to Tsuna, who looked up confusingly. "Can you tell us what you do know, as of now?"
Tsuna tilted his head in thought. Now that he mentioned it, Tsuna didn't really remember a lot of things. He knew his name, of course, he was Sawada Tsunayoshi. His age… well, that was a different matter. He lives in Namimori, Japan, and goes to Namimori High school. After he relayed the information to them, they stepped back in shock. The boy obviously thought he was still 15 years old!
"Ah, Tsuna, that's not really the case..." Yamamoto sighed. Reborn took over the hard part of explaining.
"Idiot, you don't live in Namimori and you aren't in high school anymore. You're 25 years old, live in Italy, and you're the boss of our… "business." Reborn smirked to himself at his own joke, though everyone else discreetly rolled their eyes. Tsuna's eyes widened.
"Hiiiee? What do you mean by that?" Reborn smacked Tsuna upside the head, hard.
"Don't talk back, stupid. It's your fault for getting into this mess." Tsuna rubbed his sore head, making a mental note to never anger this man, then laid back and sighed.
"Mou, what am I going to do?" he complained. It was only natural for Tsuna to panic slightly, he wakes up in a strange room and hospital to realize he has no idea about his own life. And what he thought he DID know was actually inaccurate! He felt like pounding his head onto a wall repeatedly, forcing the amnesia out.
Reborn watched the boy silently. This would be difficult, teaching him about the Vongola all over again. They couldn't just wait and hope that he would remember everything. What if he never gets his memories back, they would be short a boss. And like hell were they letting Xanxus become their boss.
Reborn turned to the doctor and calmly said, "We'll be taking him now. Give us the papers to sign him out." The doctor nodded, rushing off to get the necessary items.
"Well Dame-Tsuna, looks like we have a lot of information to tell you, don't we?" Tsuna didn't like the way he smirked, tilting his fedora down to hide the amusement in his eyes. His intuition- though he didn't know about it- was telling him that he was in for a world of trouble.
Gokudera helped Tsuna into the waiting car outside. After leaving the hospital- he was embarrassed when they told him he had to leave in a wheelchair, hospital policies- Tsuna felt worry seep into his body. Where were they going? What if they were actually some kind of gang here to kidnap and kill him? Like the mafia?
Tsuna nearly snorted at the thought. As if the mafia existed. It was all a bunch of stories to get kids to behave when they were naughty.
Right?
Tsuna planted himself into the soft seat of the limousine. He still couldn't believe that they owned this, it was absolutely luxurious. The inside had a mini bar, and seats that circled the entire back of the vehicle. Everyone piled in after him, careful to mind his sore limbs. He was told that he had a small amount of broken bones, nothing major, and they had healed completely when he was in the coma, but that didn't mean he wasn't completely exhausted from the amount of movement so far. Not moving your body for two months could really put a strain on your physical health.
During the car ride home, Tsuna had been awfully quiet, even with the energetic Ryohei yelling in his face. Happy to see Tsuna awake, he immediately started spouting off nonsense about "extreme training" with each other. Tsuna politely refuse, wary of the white-haired man.
Instead, Tsuna glanced around. Shouldn't his mind trigger a memory with these people? After all, they told him that they knew each other for ten years. Tsuna tried recalling the names they had told him.
There was Reborn-san; he would be easy to remember, with his calm demeanor and odd, curling sideburns. Tsuna had the urge to unwind them to see if they sprang back into shape.
Next to Reborn-san was Gokudera. He had an annoyed expression on his face while he was talking to the taller man - err, Yamato? Yameno? Ah, Yamamoto! - and, well, with basically anyone he talked to, but he always smiled brightly while talking to Tsuna, asking him if there was anything he needed. He also liked to call him strange things, like Juudaime, or Tenth. How weird, what was he "Tenth" of?
Yamamoto seemed like a really easy going guy, what with the way he kept laughing at all of the insults Gokudera threw at him. He had a scar on his chin, and Tsuna wondered vaguely where it came from.
Lambo was a very calm and fashionable person, as far as Tsuna knew, and always kept one of his eyes closed. "Is it some kind of fashion trend in Italy?" Tsuna wondered, although no one else seemed to be following this trend.
Chrome was a very pretty girl, he thought, remembering his blush earlier when she ran up and hugged him, kissing him lightly on the cheek. He was very flustered, wondering if she was somehow his girlfriend, but brushed the thought away when she merely backed away as if nothing happened. It must've been a greeting of sorts, Tsuna had thought as he had tried to rub away the redness in his cheeks.
There was also Ryohei, who continued to tell – more like yell at – him about how extreme boxing was, and how they must train for who knows what, and he was honestly starting to scare Tsuna a bit. His energy was not something the brunette could keep up with.
Reborn-san had told him that there were two others that he hadn't met yet; a Mukuro and a Hibari-san. He wondered when they would meet.
"Ah!" Chrome exclaimed softly, drawing all eyes towards her. "Mukuro-sama… Mukuro-sama is back from his mission. He's at the estate…" she said quietly. Gokudera grumbled at the news, while Tsuna was curious as to how she knew this. She didn't pull out a cell phone once, so how did she know this Mukuro person was at the estate?
"Che… Damn pineapple bastard, did he have to come back today?" Chrome nodded silently.
"Yes… He said he, ah, wanted to make sure boss was okay. Though… not in those exact words." Everyone besides Tsuna mentally cringed. They knew how provocative Mukuro could be towards the Vongola Decimo.
"Hmm. Well, that's good, you'll get to meet your other guardian, I mean family member." Reborn smirked at Tsuna's confused expression.
"Guardian? You mean like a babysitter? Aren't I old enough to be able to stay home alone?" he nearly pouted. Tsuna didn't need someone to watch him like a small child. How demeaning. Reborn rolled his eyes at his student's antics.
"No, you imbecile. You'll find out soon enough, alright?" Tsuna nodded slowly, letting his eyes drift out the window. After a few more minutes of silence (or what silence you could get with Ryohei and Gokudera in the same car), the driver called back to them.
"Reborn, sir, we've reached the Vongola mansion." Tsuna looked out, only to see one of the biggest houses he had ever laid eyes on. Honestly, it shouldn't even be called a mansion; it was more like a castle! He felt his jaw go slack as he stared bug-eyed up at the enormous building. Everyone chuckled lightly at his expression.
"Come on, Dame-Tsuna, it's time for you to meet Mukuro." Reborn almost, almost, smiled widely at the future situations this would put Tsuna in. Oh, he's going to have so much fun now. Tsuna ripped his eyes away from the house and blinked owlishly up at Reborn.
"A-Alright…" he mumbled. Waddling out of the car, Tsuna slowly followed behind Reborn, who was gracious enough to hold the front door open for him. But as soon as Tsuna stepped passed the threshold, he felt arms wrap around his small frame.
"Oya, Tsunayoshi-kun! What on earth happened to you~?" Tsuna squirmed in the embrace, and managed to free himself from this person's vice-like grip. He looked up, ready to yell at whoever grabbed him, but froze in shock when he found himself staring into two mismatched eyes, one a clear blue and the other a deep, blood red, with the kanji for 6 in it. It was mesmerizing, Tsuna didn't even realize he was staring until the man laughed gently.
"Kufufu~ Do you like my eyes, Tsunayoshi-kun?" Tsuna blushed lightly and turned away.
"Um, sorry, I didn't mean to stare…" Reborn sighed, shoving past the laughing Mukuro.
"Dame-Tsuna, this is Rokudo Mukuro. He was away while you were comatose." He said, gesturing lazily towards the smiling illusionist. Mukuro smirked at Tsuna.
"Well well, it looks as though we're going to have to get your memories back, right? That means we get to spend a lot more time together." Mukuro slung an arm around Tsuna's shoulders, drawing him close. Tsuna smiled.
"Ah, yes, that would be great! It's nice to meet you, Mukuro." Mukuro raised a brow at how polite the Decimo was being towards him. It seems like his former instincts to stay as far away from Mukuro as possible weren't quite working so far. All the better, Mukuro grinned. It was at that moment, though, that Gokudera walked through the door. And you can tell how he took the scene.
"You fucking bastard, get your hands off of Juudaime!" Gokudera stomped up to them, ready to rip the taller man's arm off of his precious, yet confused, boss. Before he could reach them though, Mukuro laughed.
"Kufufu, I guess we'll have to reschedule our date, Tsunayoshi-kun. Ciao~" Mukuro turned, heading down the hallway with Chrome at his heels, a light mist covering their retreating backs. Tsuna watched them with amusement.
"Juudaime! Did that pineapple bastard hurt you, or violate you in some way?" Gokudera fussed over Tsuna, who shook his head.
"No, but are Mukuro and Chrome twins? They even have that same unique hairstyle. It reminds me of a pineapple, like you said."
Somewhere in the castle, Mukuro twitched in annoyance.
The other laughed as they walked in on Tsuna's statement. Yamamoto clapped the smaller one on the back.
"C'mon Tsuna, let me show you to your room and help you get settled in!" Gokudera bristled at this.
"Like hell you will, baseball freak! I'm showing Juudaime to his room! It is one of the many jobs as his right hand man!" The silver-haired Italian stormed off in a flurry of anger, nearly dragging Tsuna off into the vast mansion. Yamamoto only laughed.
"Maa, maa, Hayato's as lively as ever." He smiled.
Tsuna followed Gokudera, who was muttering crossly about how idiotic Yamamoto was, and stared around him in awe. How could one forget a place like this? It was so beautiful, Tsuna was sure he'd get lost within the hour just from staring at the walls.
Adorning the walls were portraits upon portraits of him and everyone else. They weren't anything special, probably just random snapshots from a regular camera, but by the way they looked, it seemed as though he had held them in sentimental value. Tsuna stopped to look at a few pictures.
One of them looked like it was taken during their teenage years. Yamamoto, Gokudera and Ryohei all had a younger, leaner look to their faces, as they laughed at whatever the white-haired boxer was shouting. Well, Yamamoto laughed, while Gokudera held up what strangely looked like fireworks. Tsuna smiled at the next picture.
It seemed like a group picture, with Tsuna standing right in the middle. Everyone was surrounding him – my, he was really short back then, wasn't he? – And smiling at the camera. The only thing that confused him was that in the corner of the photo, there was a trailing foot leaving the group, and a billowing black sleeve. He could also faintly see a small, yellow bird flying off. Tsuna turned to the last picture.
He was holding the camera, and laughing nervously at it, as he ran away from something. Behind him, the light reflected off of the person's face, making it hard to distinguish them clearly, holding two metal-like weapons, chasing after him. He also noticed the same little bird, flying alongside Tsuna in his attempt to escape. Tsuna nearly laughed at the frozen scene. This one was certainly his favourites.
Tsuna didn't notice Gokudera standing beside him until he spoke.
"That was when you accidentally spilled orange soda on Hibird." Tsuna jumped in surprise at the voice, quickly turning to him. "Hibird…? He questioned. Gokudera nodded solemnly.
"Yeah, he's Hibari's bird thing." He turned to the group picture, pointing to the yellow bird. "Him, right there. He's always following Hibari around, and lately he had gotten attached to you. Sure pissed the fuck out of that prick." He snorted.
So that foot must belong to this Hibari-san. And he must have been the one chasing him in the last picture, though Tsuna had no idea why he would be angry at him. Maybe he was an easily angered person? Only time will tell.
"Come one, Juudaime, I'm sure you must be tired from all that walking!" Tsuna did, in fact, feel drowsy with exhaustion, and he desperately wanted to go to sleep. He wearily followed the bomber once more, until they reached a room marked "27."
"This is your room, Juudaime! The restroom is right across the hall if you need it, and there's an intercom inside if you need us. One of us will always come and help you if you need it! You should probably call me first, those other bastards would do something wrong."
"Aha, um, thanks Gokudera. I'm just going to wash my face before I go to sleep…" Gokudera bowed deeply.
"Of course, Juudaime! Please rest easily!" After that, he stood up straight, smiled, and trotted back down the hallway. The brunette sighed. These people were quite the riot. They were much too energetic for his tastes.
Tsuna peeked inside his "room" to recognize it better, highly surprised at the orange and white decorations – they looked oddly good together, he thought – and the gigantic king-sized bed to one side of the walls. He hadn't expected something this grand.
Tsuna stepped back out into the hallway, and into the restroom. Even the supposedly small washroom was quite larger than he imagined. Warily glancing around, hoping he wouldn't break anything, Tsuna washed his face, drying it on a nearby orange towel on a rail. He was really starting to like the colour orange now.
Sleep clawed at his face, forcing his eyes shut as he walked out. He rubbed his eyes of the tiredness, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't run into any walls. But Lady Luck was on his side, since once he opened his eyes, he was immediately standing in front of his door.
"Ah, lucky~" he murmured, stepping inside. Making his way to the large bed, Tsuna didn't even bother to take off the clothes he wore, slipping underneath the deep purple sheets. He snuggled into the fluffy pillows, smiling when he realized that they smelled absolutely fantastic. He barely had another moment's thought when he fell into a dreamless slumber.
Hibari sighed for the umpteenth time, as he waited for his luggage to come around. When he had accepted this mission, he thought he should try to be modest, and told Tsunayoshi he wouldn't require one of the Vongola's expensively comfortable jets, but took a regular airplane instead. The herbivore was surprised, and insisted that he should at least be comfortable while doing his assignment, but after a little, let's say, persuasion, Tsunayoshi sent him off.
Just one mistake after another, Kyoya, he thought to himself. Not only was he stuck in front of an obnoxious kid like in EVERY cliché airport scene, he had almost failed his mission, almost let the victim get away. He knew that he was not assigned to kill, only to maim, or slightly injure, but that didn't stop him from beating the guy to a bloody pulp for angering him. Just a stress reliever, he would tell Tsunayoshi.
Hibari grumbled as he was finally able to snatch up his bag, and dragged it off, calling someone to bring over one of the many cars he owned. It was one of the things he enjoyed in this business, the ability to come and go as he pleased, just like the floating, careless cloud in the sky.
After he had managed to throw his luggage into the backseat and station himself in the front, he lowered the window, the familiar "Hibari, Hibari!" chirped in his ear. Hibari glanced at his small companion, who lightly pecked his cheek adoringly, before settling on top of his head, making his own nest within Hibari's hair.
Hibari quickly sped off towards home, causing many people to throw rude hand gestures to him. He sped through town, knowingly full well that if he wouldn't be stopped by the police, once they saw his license plate. Another perk for working with the Vongola.
In only a matter of minutes, Hibari had reached the mansion, it's wide gates opening for him as he raced to park his car, ready to shower and sleep like any normal day. He threw open the front door, waltzing in like any arrogant mafia member would do, and passed by the surprised Chrome.
"Ah! H-Hibari-san, you should know – " Hibari simply ignored her presence, and continued on his way to his bedroom. Chrome still tried calling after him
"B-But Boss had been…! Ah, he's gone…" Chrome sighed, knowing that her boss would have his sleep disturbed. She and Mukuro both knew that Tsuna had entered the wrong room, and had entered Hibari's room instead. Mukuro had told her that this would be much more fun, for him at least, and to leave him be, lest the entertainment wouldn't last for long. She couldn't deny her Mukuro-sama, so of course, she listened to his words.
"Kufufu, the fun's about to start, my little Nagi~" Mukuro appeared from his infamous mist, laughing quietly to himself. Chrome nodded.
"Of course, Mukuro-sama."
Hibari walked quickly down the hallway, stopping every now and then to look at the pictures on the wall. He still had no idea why Tsunayoshi would keep these ridiculous things, of times when they were weaker, and foolish. Hibari had wanted to throw them out, but the brunette quickly explained that these were his childhood memories, and he would want to keep them for as long as he lived. Hibari rolled his eyes. Whatever.
Opening his door, Hibari set his luggage down near his couch, and loosened his tie. He was about to grab some clothes and take his long needed shower when he felt a presence other than his own in the room.
Quickly spinning toward the source, his bed, he walked up and pulled the covers down, his tonfas positioned and ready to attack. What he didn't expect to see, though, was our very own Tsuna, sleeping gently on his bed.
Surprise overtook Hibari's body for a mere second, before he frowned in annoyance and growled. How dare the idiot sleep in his bed, when his own room was just one door down? The only reason Hibari requested their rooms to be next to each other was so that he could easily get into Tsunayoshi's room and attack him, testing his strength.
Hibari looked down at the male, frowning even more deeply when he took note of his current features.
Light bruises were slowly fading from his body, as his thin arms circled around his torso. He seemed smaller than what Hibari remembered, but he had never paid too much attention to the boy before, so maybe he was overreacting. Hibari quickly snapped back to reality when a light snore escaped Tsuna's mouth. His frown quickly turned into a glare.
"Get up." He commanded, knocking Tsuna onto the floor. With a small "eep!", Tsuna fell onto the carpet, now fully awake. He sat up, holding his pounding head.
"Ow… My head hurts…" he mumbled. Hibari scowled at the brunette, who quickly noticed him and stood up abruptly. Hibird chirped from atop Hibari's head, amused at Tsuna's actions.
"Tsunayoshi, Tsunayoshi!" he sang, flying over to sit on Tsuna's own head.
"Ah, this… Hibird, isn't it?" Tsuna petted the bird, which tilted his head in confusion. Then he took off in flight, soaring out of the open door.
"Tsunayoshi forget! Tsunayoshi forget! Herbivore~!" Hibari raised an eyebrow at Hibird's words, but then turned to Tsuna, his glare still intact.
Tsuna couldn't help but feel scared as the man glared at him. He didn't know what he did wrong, but he guessed that whatever it was, he should quickly apologize for it.
"Ah, um, I'm sorry for making you mad, but... who are you?" Tsuna mentally groaned as he realized how rude his words sounded. As he predicted, the male's eyes narrowed even further at the remark.
"Tsunayoshi... (I believe that in the future, Hibari would have stopped calling him an herbivore but by his name instead, does that sound about right? XD) you are honestly testing my patience right now. Answer me: what were you doing in my room?"
Tsuna blinked, glancing around the room. Now that he thought about it, this room did seem different from the one Gokudera had showed him. He gulped, turning back to the man standing in front of him. He had pulled out long metal weapons during Tsuna's observation.
"Well? Answer me now or I'll bite you to death." He raised the weapons threateningly, a malicious gleam in his slate-blue eyes.
"Hiiie, p-please wait, I had entered your room by accident, I can't find my own!" Tsuna panicked as the unknown man took a menacing step towards him. Just as he was about to strike, a miraculous voice saved the brunette.
"Oya oya, what are you doing to my Tsunayoshi-kun, little birdie?" Mukuro smirked at the glare and grateful eyes that were sent his way.
"Mukuro!" Tsuna exclaimed. The Mist guardian was amused at the sudden trust the Vongola boss now had for him, and he planned to use it to his advantage. Well, for the time being, that is.
"My, Tsunayoshi-kun, what are you doing with mean ol' Hibari?" Tsuna cocked his head.
"T-This is the Hibari-san Reborn-san was talking about?" he asked, confused. Hibari's head swiveled back and forth between the two, anger at being ignored mounting. What was the herbivore talking about, pretending not to know who he was? It was almost as if he had amnesia. But of course, that would be impossible; surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to actually lose his memories, right?
Deciding he would deal with the pineapple bastard some other time, Hibari grabbed Tsuna by his collar, surprising him. "Herbivore, tell me what this is all about, now." he demanded. Tsuna shivered at the cold tone.
"I... I..." he stuttered. Tsuna was scared, to say the least. He wakes up one day to find his memories missing and an entire group of people claiming that he's their boss. And now, the Hibari he was told about was threatening him with biting to death just for a small misunderstanding! What was he to do in a situation like this?
"Kufufu~ Shall I explain everything then? Little birdie?" Hibari gritted his teeth at the horrid nickname the illusionist so often called him.
"What do you mean explain? Answer me, you." Mukuro chuckled.
"You still refuse to acknowledge my name, eh? Well, no matter, I'm having far too much fun to stop you right now." Mukuro walked next to Tsuna, pulling him close to his chest.
"Our little Tsunayoshi-kun has apparently lost his memories. A terrible case of amnesia, I must say." Mukuro sighed dramatically. "I bet even with my help, he won't be getting his memories back anytime soon." Mukuro smirked at Hibari, who just glared in confusion. "Of course, I offered to spend time with him to help him regain what he has lost."
Hibari didn't understand why, but he felt a painful burning in his chest.
"If you don't leave my room right this instant, I will bite you both to death." He seethed. He launched himself at the weaker of the two, Tsuna, who gasped and tried to hide behind Mukuro. Before Hibari could make contact with either of them, a gunshot resonated throughout the room, at which Tsuna nearly screamed. They turned to the door, where Reborn was standing with an annoyed look on his face.
"Oi, you all are too loud here." Reborn lowered his green gun, and turned to Hibari. "Hibari, we have some things to explain to you, come down to the meeting room. Now." Reborn turned to leave, before calling back to Mukuro and Tsuna.
"You two come as well. And Mukuro, if you keep hugging up on Dame-Tsuna like that, a certain white-haired someone might get jealous." Reborn smirked as Mukuro hastily dropped his arm, which was still slung around Tsuna's shoulders.
"Hmph. You certainly know how to get me agitated, don't you, Arcobaleno?" Mukuro grumbled, a vein twitching on his forehead. Reborn shrugged, not caring in the least, and walked off, Mukuro following closely behind him. Hibari turned to him.
"Well? If you don't get out now, might I have to convince you?" he growled menacingly. Tsuna shrieked and ran out of the door after the other two, his tired legs taking him to them quickly.
Hibari smirked slightly as he realized how much fun he was going to have with the forgetful boy.
Okaaaaaay, that's chapter 2! I hope it was acceptable enough; I'm working on only 4 hours of sleep and 2 cups of coffee XD I tried making this chapter really long, I always loved how my favorite stories would have super long chapters. This chapter so far is about 16 pages long, and 4,900 something words, including the author's notes here and at the top XD
Also, I'd like to apologize if the page breaks didn't show up AGAIN, I'll be checking the story after I post this chapter to see, I will be highly pissed if they're gone.
I just wanted to say, that you guys ROCK. I loved all of your reviews, and tried replying to all of them, but if I didn't I'm either really sorry for missing your review, or you wrote something like "cool, update plz," which I really don't know how to respond to. I like replying to reviews that actually make sense, so try that next time, kayy? ^^
P.S. I just upgraded my laptop and now I can have backgrounds (something I've been DYING for since I got this thing), so I currently have a certain pairing sitting on my screen CX So cute! I'm going to enjoy this veeeeery much.
Next Chapter!
Tsuna finds out that he's the boss… of a mafia family? What is going on here?
Ciao, babies~