AU Fanfiction.
Fanfiction's Genre: Horror and Drama
My Genre: Criminology and Psychology
Rated: M

Dark and Mature themes.

Author's Notes: This story is based on pure fanfiction. This is, however, realistic and will have non-mafia (Hints will pop in though) and if there happens to be an experience similar to this story: It's pure coincidence. I have no connections toward anyone with experiences and this is all based on how I imagine it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn nor the characters- But I own the plot and the idea.

Quick Note:

"Past" or 'emphasizing'

"Inner Voice/Desires/Thoughts."

"Speaks"

Awaken

"Every man bears something within him that, if it were publicly announced, would excite feelings of aversion." - Goethe.

SMACK!

Tsuna woke up with a jolt. He froze when he notice the sound that woke him up. He looked around observing his surrounding and remembering what happen yesterday; The bus, the chase, the almost incident, and the lessons. He then sighed, as he chose to close his eyes a bit longer before jumping again.

SMACK!

The brunette distinctly thought of some sport that involve hitting and his first thought was baseball. It was slightly obvious that the sound was coming nearby. As he pack, and get ready with his life, he went out to find the sound. He saw a park nearby from yesterday, where the kids were playing in the morning and walked toward the field.

He walked, somewhat limping (Medicine is starting to work and the ache is becoming dull) closer and stood behind the fence as he saw the teen grabbed one of the balls from a large basket beside him and threw it in the air before hitting it with his large wooden bat. The loud sound of each 'SMACK!' Was intensifying for Tsuna's sensitive ears. So obviously he cringed at every contact the bat and the ball made, however he made no move to leave. He was, for some strange reason, amazed at the skills and talent this tall teen showed.

His speed, accuracy, strength and calculation all in a beautiful grace but deadly.

Almost like a hitman, Tsuna dazedly thought.

However, as he stared at the man, he soon realize it was the same guy who he bumped into, not too long ago. Then fate decided to crash into him.

''HEY YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE?'' The loud rumbustious voice shouted across the field. Tsuna stiffened before trying to escape but obviously failed and the tall teen's speed when he ran toward him.

Tsuna shrieked a bit when he felt a large hand grabbing his shoulder, immediately memories appearing, and instinctively pushing him away when he clenched his eyes close. The feeling of him being violated was harsh. He desperately pushed the teen away from him. Practically punching his broad chest.

''STOP! Don't Touch Me!'' Tsuna shouted desperately which scared the tall teen. The tall teen just jumped a foot back before sheepishly rubbing his chest and smiling as in ignoring the pain.

''Haha, sorry didn't mean to scare you there, fella'.'' The tall teen spoke carelessly as he laughed in a apologetic way. Tsuna widen his eyes at his abnormal action and bowed down deeply. Although he unconsciously backed up a bit further for his own comfort. He was slightly overwhelmed by his tallness. It almost reminded him of that guy.

The tall teen looked down at Tsuna for a bit then his eyes shine in recognition. "Ahh! You're that guy from two days ago!"

"Y-Yea.." Tsuna spoke hastily. ''O-Oh! Also, I'm...that punch.. and the accidental bump.. err... sorry!'' He apologized in embarrassment with his cheek flaming red. He was frustrated at his clumsy words and actions. However he jumped a bit when he heard another loud laughter. It sounded a bit strain and with a tint of mockery though.

''Ne ne, it's okay. After all, fate does like to fool with us sometimes." The tall teen laughed. "It was quite the scene you did. Betcha' getting all the attentions now from the ladies.''

Tsuna had a gutsy feeling that there was a second meaning to it. But he shrugged it off, slightly confused at why is he feeling instinctual lately.

''Y-Yeah... heh.'' He uttered slightly, still embarrassed at his actions. He stared at the tall teen now.

It was obvious he was Japanese, with the shape of his slight angles eyes and straight black hair that was like another typical Japanese boy. However, Tsuna thought, this teen was extraordinarily handsome. Light brown eyes and sharp cheek bones with masculine features that had some boyish tints. So is his body which was lean and built beautifully behind his outfit of baseball. He look in his late teens though.

However, Tsuna snapped out of it when his eyes stray to his torso. He blushed when tall teen spoke teasingly "Like what you see?"

Tsuna furrowed his eyebrows and look down at his feet. He was momentarily confuse at his emotions and desires. Though, the tall teen seemed to notice and made another grab for his attention. "So, you come here often?"

Tsuna bit his lips before responding. "Y-yea.. I think." He mentally slapped himself at that last words.

The taller teen just smiled. A bit strain again, Tsuna distinctively think.

''Well, my name is Takeshi Yamamoto.'' He took out a large hand hinting Tsuna to shake his hand.

''I'm Tsunayoshi Sawada. Tsuna in short though.'' He grasped his hand and took notice how large it was compare to his. Almost awkwardly large.

Yamamoto just smiled and laughed. He thought Tsuna was a cute guy, but not in a romantically way. Though, he was attractive in a certain way. He had this aura that was youthful and comfortable.

''So where you goin', Tsuna? Anywhere special?'' Yamamoto quickly asked, taking his mind off of the subject.

Tsuna jumped a bit and blushed once again when he notice he didn't let go of his hand. He pull back and hesitantly, almost shyly looked back and responded.

''Nowhere in mind.. Just walking around to waste the time.'' Tsuna answer truthfully. He wasn't lying. He really planned to return back to his hiding place under the bridge and sleep there for a few more days.

Yamamoto brought his eyebrows together as if Tsuna mentioned something he was unsettle with. Or thinking deeply.

Probably how much of a failure I am, Tsuna thought.

"Ah!" Yamamoto blurted. He threw his fist into his hand, making an assuring sound. "You must be a famous person in disguise?"

A pregnant silence.

"EHH?!" Tsuna exclaimed.

Yamamoto looked around, before quieting him down. "Shhh! Fangirls can be scary sometimes.."

The brunette simply sweat dropped and looked at Yamamoto in disbelief. "W-Wait? What?"

"Aren't you famous?" Yamamoto cocked his head slightly. Of course, Tsuna was famous, right? Because he's seemed to be very secretive and aware of his surrounding. And the fact he was handsome and has a vibe that screams "Extravagant."

"N-No!"

Another silence.

"Oh."

A longer silence.

"Are you lying to me so I can think you're not but you really are, and just trying to hide your identity even if I think you're not but was correct on my guess either way?"

"No, Yamamoto. I'm not famous."

"Aha! So you are!"

Hey. Is this guy an idiot?

Tsuna didn't know how but founded himself sitting on the benches talking to Yamamoto. After a few minutes of convincing that he wasn't a famous person in disguise. Even if Yamamoto was stubbornly disagreeing. However, they were talking about subtle stuff such as interest and mainly Yamamoto done all the talking of some past experiences in baseball.

"Ne, Tsuna is there any sport you do?" Yamamoto asked, feeling the curiosity get the better of him. After all, he knew he was taking all the talking.

Tsuna shrugged hesitantly before answering. "Not really... I'm not very good at sports.."

"What?! I must teach you how to play baseball then!"

Something churned in Tsuna's gut at that words. He immediately felt necessary to decline. His mouth opened to speak "Umm.. I'm not interested in baseball a lot... W-well to play it." Tsuna was confuse on what made him say it, but a flash of memory remembered him how Yamamoto played and he saw the glint of serious and determination hidden in his eyes. Oh yea, he doesn't want to accidentally die.

"Aww. Hahaha, I guess we have different opinions, then!" Yamamoto laughed it off, casually but Tsuna saw a strain look his face. Tsuna stayed silent at the response.

It was a lingering silence of peace between them, before Yamamoto spoked up. His voice was clear of any tease and was low.

"Hey.. Have you ever.. hurt anybody?"

The tension went up, and the temperature suddenly went below zero. The silence was intensifying, as Tsuna widen his eyes and stiffen. Many question ran in Tsuna's mind, leaving his mouth to dry. Did he knew? Is he on the news? Is he related? Did the cops ask for him around the neighbors? Is he on the wanted list? Did he knew Mochida?

Yamamoto saw how Tsuna tensed visibly and the silence that thicken behind it. After another minute of pure suffocation on silence, Yamamoto frowned deeply and clenched his fist. A feeling of raw emotions filled up his chest. However, Yamamoto relaxed himself and decided to break this cold tension.

"It was a joke, Tsuna. Sheesh- relax. How can such an innocent pretty boy be doing bad stuff?" Yamamoto laughed, waving his hand at his face as if to shrug it off.

Tsuna stared at Yamamoto a bit longer, noticing how his smile strain a bit when he said those words and how his laughter got faker. The queasy feeling in his gut told him to run from this man. Even though, Tsuna didn't completely understand his gut feeling, he just felt that the guy actually didn't meant harm. Possibly.

"I-It was a joke?" Tsuna laughed hesitantly, still not understanding the situation he was under.

Yamamoto looked at him with a flash of something that Tsuna couldn't decipher. However he later smiled and just put his hands behind his neck.

"Yes Tsuna. Now, it's getting late. Why don't we head back to my place, my old man have a built in Sushi Bar under our house. I betcha he wouldn't mind giving somebody a discount.'' He spoke light hearted.

Tsuna widen his eyes at the chance of having a full meal. He knew he couldn't deny this chance after being homeless for three days and only having eating honey buns and beef jerky. Even if it's short, it's enough to make Tsuna whimper slightly.

"A-Are you sure?"

It never hurt to be polite.

"My my, it's okay. You know what? It's my pay for tonight. Since you gave me a good time and nice conversation " Yamamoto said wholeheartedly.

You were the one talking most of the time. Tsuna thought warily. However he definitely didn't question it, fearing he might anger him and ruin his chance for a full meal tonight.

"Y-Yes than! It would be nice!" Tsuna bowed down deeply out of gratitude and kindness.

"My pleasure. Now we should get going. Old man worries a bit about me sometimes."

Tsuna was slightly surprise that Yamamoto's Sushi Bar was only two blocks away. And the whole time they were walking, Yamamoto was just blabbering about nonsense like usual. Tsuna just smiled, made comments and simply listen.

When they got to the Sushi Bar, Tsuna notice it was a traditional Japanese small bar. He really didn't know what he was expecting but he was not disappointed. The minute he walk in, the smell of delicious sushi and warm atmosphere it literally brighten his day. His stomach began to growled when he met with Yamamoto's dad.

''Hello, been a while to see Takeshi's friend enter here.'' The man spoke heartily. Tsuna didn't know why but he like this man. The atmosphere around him was warm and relaxing, almost like Yamamoto but his was strain. However, he smile warmly at the man and the man just cocked his head slightly with a curious smile.

''So what your name, boy?''

Tsuna blushed at his blunt manner. ''Tsunayoshi Sawada. Call me Tsuna... umm..'' He left that part open, indicating for the man to introduce himself.

''Tsuyoshi Yamamoto, Tsuna. Though, call me Tsuyoshi. Anyway, you look a little lost though. Haven't seen you here either.''

Tsuna kept quiet. He just smiled meekly and looked away giving him a hint that subject is a bit sensitive right now.

''Well Tsuna, have you taste fatty tuna yet?'' Tsuyoshi was no oblivious man. Tsuna shooked his head into a 'no'. He simply smiled and laugh as he started cutting the fish into pieces. He realize what Tsuna was saying between the lines and he change the subject. And he also realize how unusually quiet Yamamoto been since they enter.

''Hey, son, help your old man make sushi, would you?'' Tsuyoshi asked, snapping him out of his daze while Tsuna was looking around like he was in a museum. Yamamoto looked at him then laughed.

''Sorry pops. I was thinking, yeah, beside we can't let Tsuna here starve.'' He nudged Tsuna in a jokingly way, not missing the sudden flinch and violent shudder reaction of it. Tsuna later realize that it was meant as a joke and laughed hesitantly but firmly.

Tsuna wanted to slap himself then and there at the sketchy action he made. If nobody knew better, it would seem as Yamamoto was trying to hurt him. However he quickly reacted back to normal once he realize the situation and laughed.

The little incident made the day more awkward and Tsuna wanted yell because of it. However, he kept up with his smiles and small talks with his dad. His dad is more warm and open than Yamamoto, he notice they're both happy man but Tsuna's guts still told him to watch out from the younger Yamamoto because of the earlier question.

Something told Tsuna that the question wasn't a joke.

''So, boy, tell me how old are you?'' Tsuyoshi piped up. Tsuna startled at the new question and hesitated before answering.

''Uh... fifteen, sir.''

Yamamoto looked interested then looked at him surprised.

''Ah, Tsuna. This man, Takeshi is turning seventeen in two months. A years older, huh? Makes me feel a bit old.''

Tsuna faced Yamamoto, promptly. ''You're sixteen?''

Yamamoto nodded, ever so cheerfully. ''My my, telling people my age without permission, pops. Yep. I am. You act older than your age though.''

Tsuna's eyebrows furrowed at that. He never got that comment, so he didn't know how to respond. ''Um... T-Thank you..?''

The two Yamamotos laughed out loud before continue eating. The awkward silence started showing, and Yamamoto immediately shut it before it grew.

''So. What do you do for a living?'' Asked Yamamoto.

Tsuna scratched his head ruefully before answering. ''Nothing special. Life's always focus on school and surviving.''

Yamamoto laughed. ''Same here.''

Tsuyoshi chuckled though and pointed his knife at Tsuna as he jumped at the dangerous move. ''You two, need to get something interesting going. Ya are teenagers, live your life in risks.''

''Yeah, but you know me, pops. Always in baseball and school. Social life can be a pain.'' Yamamoto responded half heartily. "Right, Tsuna?"

Tsuna bit his lips before replying shyly. ''Y-You m-may be right. H-However... umm, how do I put it... If I put e-effort into the things I do.. I c-can become stronger to cherish and p-protect my friends to... e-enjoy the t-times I have with th-them.''

It was long quiet, Tsuyoshi smiled softly as Yamamoto stared at Tsuna with a deep emotion hidden in his eyes. However, when they notice, Tsuna was getting uncomfortable under their stares, they quickly change the subject.

''Hey son, when are you going to practice your Kendo Daily Session?'' Tsuyoshi asked distractedly as he chopped some tuna fishes.

Tsuna's interested perk up at the sound of Kendo. He always wanted to know a few things of martial arts or weaponry to.. defend himself.

''You do Kendo?''

Yamamoto tensed up before laughing sheepishly and nodding. ''Yep. Ever since I was thirteen, my old man showed me." He then faced his dad. "And to answer your question at eight. Why?''

Tsuyoshi silently observe Tsuna's reactions before speaking. ''It's already six, son. Tsuna, do you have anywhere to go?''

Tsuna went immediate silent. He was in deep thought to not notice Yamamoto and Tsuyoshi looking at each other with warning.

''U-Um... you see... I don't really have a p-place right now.'' Tsuna confessed quietly, looking at his feet.

He was oblivious to their stares as he focus on his feet. Tsuyoshi, promptly looked at Yamamoto, who had his eyes wide open and frozen, before stopping his knife and looked at Tsuna. He made a coughing sound to grabbed their attention. It worked like a snap of fingers, both of them rapidly pour their attention on him.

''Well. Shall we make you a spot here for tonight? Wouldn't mind a bit, right Takeshi?''

Yamamoto snapped out of his thought and laughed. He was about to pat Tsuna's back but his hand drop because Tsuna wince once again.

''Not at all, Tsuna. Haha in fact free sushi for the night!''

Tsuna's eyes widen at the offer. This is too true to be real.

''S-Sorry! I don't want to d-d-disturb you!'' Tsuna bowed.

The both man were once again astounded at his actions and silent before clearing up the clouded atmosphere. Tsuna looked down at his feets, feeling his cheeks warming up and a sweat breaking.

''Look, Tsuna'' Tsuyoshi started seriously. Tsuna look up at him a bit shock at his tone. ''We'll help you because we want to. So relax and enjoy the moment when you can.''

Tsuna silently nodded and continue eating. He was in silent shock. Never in his life was he offered for a nice shelter, free and good food and actuality concern. Always he was shunted, ignored, and never care for. However, maybe this day will change it. A touch of warmth and sincerity lit up in his chest, as he swallow the cold sushi. The fact that he had people helping him, was enough to brighten his day.

After a moment of silence, Tsuna looked up to grabbed the attention to the older men and his mouth formed a bright smile. The rare smile, the one full of emotions and happiness.

''Thank you!''

Tsuyoshi coughed up his surprisement and Yamamoto just blushed at the sudden smile. It was incredibly gorgeous and pure, that they didn't know how to react to it. Tsuyoshi quickly made up their embarrassing reactions by bringing up a topic.

''Anyway, w-we have to get cleaning as Yamamoto does his Kendo Daily Sessions.''

Tsuna got up immediately, while picking up the dishes. ''I'll do the dishes.''

Tsuyoshi laughed and started taking out his mop as Yamamoto laughed and went behind the bar.

Tsuna started doing the dishes, mindlessly rinsing the plates and washing the cups. As Tsuyoshi was mopping the room, he turned on the radio and put some blues on. Tsuna hummed with the tune and bobbed his head to the rhythm. Tsuyoshi simply chuckle at Tsuna's act, before finishing mopping the room. As he put his stuff away.

''Well, Tsuna. I'll be back. I'm going to go check on my boy, Takeshi. If there's any problem, we'll be in the other house behind us. It's behind a garden. If you get lost, just follow the stones.'' Tsuyoshi finished saying. He clapped his hands, and gave Tsuna a brief smile before walking out. Tsuna just hummed in notifying that he heard moving to the beat of the song currently playing on the radio. It was a mix of rock and jazz. He finish washing the dishes and started organizing them into their proper location.

Until he accidentally dropped a glass of cup. Panicking he look around to find a broom and pan but didn't found one in sight. He sigh and carefully picked up the shards. Slowly, as he picked one, his finger was sliced halfway inside. He yelps and put the finger in his mouth, sucking the coppery taste and blanched at the taste.

He takes out his finger and cover it in cloth, he went out to look for Yamamoto.

He went outside from the backdoors and follow the stones, like Tsuyoshi mention earlier. Tsuna got there and notice the small garden. Most of the flowers were yet to bloom since it was winter but some flowers have already bloomed. The petals softly glow and the fragrance was sweet. It let out a majestic vibe that made Tsuna wanted to stay there. However, he felt the throbbing dull pain on his finger and quickly found the room behind.

In the morning, I'll check it out. Thought Tsuna. As he near by, he over heard his name being spoken in hush.

''Can we really trust that Tsuna Kid, pops?'' Yamamoto's true voice spoke: In annoyance and cold steel. Tsuna flinched at the harshness and his heart shrunk a little at the doubts they had on him. Expecting a similar tone from his dad also.

''Son, please understand. This kid is homeless-"

"Do you even know for sure he's homeless?! He can be lying!" Yamamoto cut in, fiercely with annoyance lace in his tone.

"No.. But he surprise you many times and even caught your eyes! Have some compassion, son.'' Tsuyoshi spoke warmly with a stern tone. Tsuna smiled at the fact he's defending him but later frowned at his words. Out of all things, he got Yamamoto's attention?

A silent pause.

''I-I can't pops... He acts similar to him.'' Yamamoto spoke softly. Tsuna had to strain his ear to catch the last words.

''That's why he should be here a little longer. Maybe he can understand you. Perhaps help you.'' Tsuyoshi spoke almost as soft.

The tension went colder than ever. Even Tsuna shiver of it.

"Have you gone mad? He won't help me.'' Yamamoto started, confusing Tsuna. ''Especially if I tell him that I have killed somebody.''

Tsuna's eyes widen and backed up softly. But when his back touch the wall, the broom laying on it felled from the soft push and-

CLASPS!

A/N: Ummmm... SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I really wanted to update but a lot of stuff happen over the week.

Long Story Short: I got in a fight with a guy at my school and I got three days of ISS (ISBI) and 10 hrs of Community Service. All because I'm a girl and girls don't fight with boys. Especially punching and having him on the ground. Lovely. Anyway, so I got grounded and I spent my week in frustration and anger. Now I've return and yesterday was a good day also (4/20 !)

So I've already had this written for some times, but I had to revise it, since I really didn't like how I wrote Yamamoto. He a simple character, right? But I wanted him to be simple with a deeper complex in his mind. Blah. It was hard. Just saying. So if you see any OOC or mistakes, please notify me so I can correct them.

So in order to satisfy you lovely readers, I made it longer than it originality was. (It was eight pages long. Now it's eleven.) And dun dun dun duuuuhn. A cliffhanger. Next chapter is the mere beginning of the starting plot.

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The Awaken of a Mask