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He knows that they need to get out from here and he'll do anything, anything, to get them out because he doesn't want Mukuro and Ken and Chikusa to go through the same hell that the Mukuro and the other two had went through in his world.
He can't, he won't and he will not let it happen if he can do something about it.
Even if he knows he can't go on further with this broken body of his that has been filled with scars and smeared with his own blood when he trashed and struggled against the metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles when the needle plunged an unknown substance into his arm, his legs, his neck.
Never, he thinks fiercely. And so, he set to work, utilizing all his skills he has learned and put to use ever since he has taken over the Vongola at the age of 17.
He takes notes of the number of guards that comes in every time to take them to the lab because that's the only time they could get into contact with another human since food was given through a sliding, small space that the guards opened only to deliver their lunch and dinner.
There would be a guard that will stand outside the room with another guard beckoning them to come out and quickly slamming the hard, metal door closed behind the one that was called. After that, the two guards will bring them to another room with a white door and strap them down onto the bed before starting to experiment on them. Usually they wouldn't be able to hold on to their conscious and slipped away but if Tsuna could somehow fool them and attack the guard that was carrying him back before he throws him down…
Since the rest of guards will be at the main exit and only one will bring them back… and if Tsuna was able to trick them into thinking that he had fell unconscious immediately after the delivering of the dosage, perhaps he will be able to create an escape route for the rest of the three in the room.
Another alternative would be to knock out the two guards but the scientists in the room will be waiting and would probably find something amiss if the guards didn't return with their experiments for the next 10 minutes…
Tsuna sighed and stared at the ceiling tiredly, a sense of apprehension building up. No. He can't hesitate and fail now. Those are the two ways to get out of the place since Mukuro doesn't have control over his flames as the experiments have not gone that far to make him walk through the six realms of hell and Ken and Chikusa only had been experimented on for several times.
That very thought made his anger spike and boil while thinking of a way to escape.
How dare they touch his family!
This place...
He'll make sure that the entire place would burn in flames.
He quickly befriended the three, even though they were hesitant at first, fear radiating from their orbs. I'll kill them; he snarled angrily in his mind and gritted his teeth in anger before pushing those thoughts away into the edge of his mind.
They were discussing about which route to use when they are going to escape when a question from Chikusa stunned him into silence and widened the hole in his heart.
What about the rest?
The brunet gave a humorless smile and maintained a placid expression while clamping down on the bubbling self loathe and sadness and so many other emotions mashing up, making it hard for him to breath as his throat closed up and ducked his head down to hide the burning in his eyes.
The raw, pained expression in those honey coloured orbs did not escaped the three and Mukuro scrunched up his face in concern who elbowed Chikusa in his stomach. The kid hung his head guiltily while Ken looked on quietly, though it was evident that he was worried.
The matter was never brought up again.
Over the span of two weeks of observation and discussing their plans, the date creeps closer and by the time it was one day away, he never did have to execute his plan after all.
Tsuna could feel a sense of relief and the heavy burden weighing down on his shoulder rolled off and dissipate and a pang of pain and happiness was sent to his heart when the door slammed open and a female, Aria? rushed in before gasping at the scars and wounds that litters their arms and peeks out from their sleeveless dress shirts.
A weak smile tilt his lips before a wave of nausea washed over and the only thing he could do was to helplessly feel his body hit against the hard, cold floor as the world turns, unable to reassure the rest of his friends that he will be fine.
I'm fine, he thinks and desperately clawed and clutched to his conscious to tell them, black dots dancing in his vision as he lays limp on the ground, his eyes barely open. Don't look so scared, another wave of pain washed over him, please.
It's okay.
Everything went black.
Red.
So much precious, red liquid poured out even though he was trying to stop it using his hands that were bleeding.
Red and red meets and mixed before dripping onto the ground, followed with salty tears that creates dark, round spots before being covered with red that spilled and spread around them.
"Ryo-please, no, don't close your eyes, Ryohei! Wake up!Ryo-!Please! " The brunet started coughing, the bitter taste of copper bubbled from the back of this throat while he watch his friend, his family, one of his brother figure struggle to breathe through the pain, his life slowly slipping away from between his fingers like sand.
"Please… Eyes…Open up…" A hand tightened its grip slightly on his wrist, his brother's eyes fluttered open with a small smile tilting his lips.
"Tsuna…"He gasped for breath before hacking, blood dripping out of his nose. The brunet bit down on the bottom of his lips, his knuckles deathly white as he gripped onto his sun guardian shoulder.
"Live…" Another struggle and the body became lighter of a soul.
He hates remembering what happened before coming into this body.
If only he was dead. Then he wouldn't have to remember all those memories.
Precious memories that constantly remind him what he has lost and facing the reality that will always stop the gaping hole in his heart from closing, ripping it open time and time again and again.
Those demons crawling in his mind, taunting him, though are quiet sometimes, but are never silenced.
Slowly, they would wait for a reason to wake, take an overdue breath and crawl into his ears.
His family has died.
He should have been dead too.
"Tsunayoshi, dear?" He snapped his eyes up to the female that had entered the room, the white bed sinking as she sat down while he slowly uncurled his arms slightly from his previous position, his legs still folded neatly against him ever since he has woken up.
The brunet swallowed the bile that was rising from the back of his throat, his gaze sliding towards her.
"…How…" The sound that came out of his mouth didn't sound like a voice that belongs to a boy, screeching like a rusty metal that is trying to get itself kick into gear. Aria mouth stretched into a gentle smile when she saw Tsuna licking his parched lips, his eyes thirst for water and…
Sadness. Pain. Fear. Guilt. Helplessness. Rage.
Eyes that could have been filled with warmth were pouring out those negative emotions that had Aria burning in anger against Estrano Famiglia.
Her mind was made up and nothing Gamma says will change her mind.
"Tsunayoshi?"She pours a cup of water from the jug and placed it on the table beside the bed, his eyes clouded with memories focused sharply on her. She sighed and pushed down another spike of anger towards the Estrano for the behavior of this sweet looking child.
"Would you like to stay with me? With Mukuro, Chikusa and Ken? Hmm?"
His eyes widened with surprise, accompanied by a smile within a heartbeat and in that very moment, Aria wanted to cry.
Because she knows that expression on his face with such a familiarity that she wonders how someone could be so cruel to a six year old kid when she only had that look on when nearing her twenties, enough time to be exposed to the darkness of the world and later, the knowledge of her incoming death at her own pace.
That look of pain hidden under his smile that desperately covers the scars, hoping to change the direction of peoples gaze, hiding an injured soul and hoping they will never notice how broken he really is.
Where he hates getting flashback from things he doesn't want to remember.
That sometimes he gets so sad that it's hard to breath, unable and not wanting to tell anyone because his fears, his demons are sitting on it, pushing him down as he drowned in his tears.
That raw, haunted look of pain.
She blinked her eyes rapidly to clear away the tears blurring her vision while the brunet stares quietly, his smile dropped.
"Sorry, sorry. Got too carried away in my thoughts," she cleared her throat slightly, "so, Tsunayoshi, stay with us?"
He looked at her blankly before schooling his face into a delighted expression of a child.
"Yes," he smiled, Aria chocking back a sob, "Yes please."
She wrapped her arms around him, dropping a kiss on his head while desperately wishing that he will be able to heal, no matter how slow.
Another smile tips her lips upwards as she reminds him to come down for dinner where the rest of the boys will be waiting for him.
Always, she thinks, her heart clenching in pain for the child that sits quietly on his bed with his legs folded neatly against him. We'll always be there waiting for you.
The door closed with a click and his smile falls.
It makes him sick, the way sadness just came to him naturally and sinking its claws into him.
The way he can't stop.
He wasn't expecting Aria to react the way she was, pulling down the mist of facades and seeing his pain in its original form.
Sadness is familiar and it comes naturally to him, but everything else about it was hard.
The way his body aches with self-hatred. The way his mind spins and spins with painful and hopeless thoughts.
And it makes his mind wander, making him facing the flashbacks that pushes him to feel the urge to claw out his eyes, just to stop himself from seeing and remembering anymore.
His mind is like a hurricane, filled with beautiful yet awful thoughts.
It's a wreck.
Because he knows that everything will happen again. His friends being chosen as the guardians. Going to fights that might be their last. Dying.
And he can't run, can't hide.
He is trapped.
Trapped in a nightmare, shaking, trembling, terrified, afraid, and scared and it didn't just happened once.
How do you wake up and get out of a nightmare when you aren't even sleeping?
"Reborn."
"Aria, how is Tsuna?"
A sigh and she dropped tiredly onto her couch, the sound of loud whispers between the three boys playing in the room echoes loudly.
"Physically? Recovering. Mentally? He's in pain. I've never seen such a haunted look on a kid, Reborn." She buries her face within her hands.
Reborn growled, a spark of protectiveness surged. He had promised Nana, his surrogate sister to take care of her child no matter what.
And he failed.
Badly.
No matter. Those bastards are dead.
Now, he's going to make sure that he and several other Arcobaleno are going to be there for him, hug him so tight that all the shattered parts sticks back together.
"Am I awake or dreaming? It doesn't matter anymore. When I close my eyes I dream of death and war. When I open my eyes I see death and war."
― Michael Anthony, Mass Casualties: A Young Medic's True Story of Death, Deception, and Dishonor in Iraq