I will be frank. I didn't expect there to be so many reviews. And maybe there would be a bit of hate after this chapter.
This is the last chapter.
Oh the Irony - Chapter 2
Tsuna was enveloped in light, and ice prickled at his skin. He winced, and shielded his eyes from the light.
Suddenly, he felt smaller, and darkness enveloped him.
Warm... He noted. The space felt smaller, and they convulsed violently around him. The walls pushed down on him, pushing him down what seemed to be a tunnel.
At then he was in the open, accompanied by the pained sounds of a woman and latex covered gloves leading him out. The latex gloves carefully slid him out, and carried him to where a woman was ready with a blanket.
She smiled gently at him, and wrapped him in a soft blue blanket. He was carried away, and he glanced curiously beyond the shoulder of the woman, he saw an exhausted brunet, pride in her face as she leaned into the caress of a tall dark haired man.
The man smiled encouragingly at his wife, and ran his hand through her sweaty bangs.
Ah... It would seem these two were his new parents.
The nurse set him down on a table, and he was tested in ways that was tinged in a pain he couldn't handle.
Childish tears slid down his cheeks, but no sound came out his throat. The nurse narrowed her eyes, a frown setting in.
The doctor walked in, and the nurse quickly turned to him. He caught snippets of the conversation.
"He's not making a sound...mute..."
The doctor whispered something back, before walking to him. The man smiled, and carried him up.
"Let's go back to your parents, Keita-kun. I imagine they must miss you."
Keita? Was that his name?
Tsuna - no, Keita- closed his eyes.
It was a new life, might as well live as it is.
When Keita was two he managed to grasp the intellectual level of the world. There was barely any difference from his former world, so he managed to understand the physics of it.
In fact, the only difference was that there was no such thing as Dying Will Flames.
Keita could still feel his previous life as Sawada Tsunayoshi bubbling in the depths of his heart, mostly in whispers that sounded suspiciously like Giotto. His mother, Anya, also had laughed that sometimes, in a trick of the light, his black eyes shone an orange.
Nevertheless, Keita stayed silent, and it was decreed that somehow his vocal chords must have been affected someway during childbirth.
It was a routine day, his parents came home, they woke him from his nap and they are together.
But when they turned on the television, they saw videos of fire and airplanes and words that he understood from his previous life.
Hijack.
Plane.
Crash.
Death.
Terrorists.
One month later, they sat in the same room, trepidation in the air as the Americans declared war on Afganistan.
When Keita turned 4, his new mom had brought him to a music store. She, as a piano instructor, needed to purchase various scores for her students.
It was there he found the magic of the violin.
Unlike Tsuna, who couldn't play a musical instrument for even the moon, Keita found a connection to the elegant structure of the violin.
He had picked it up, and in a moment of fancy, turned his doe-like eyes onto his mom.
Rarely can someone withstand the full force of Keita's eyes.
So he went home happily, a violin case in one hand and a weekly reminder for an appointment with an instructor every Tuesday.
It was the same year that Keita understood what true hell was.
It was similar to his previous life. Different is scorned.
And he was mute- different.
"Why can't you talk? You're weird!" was essentially what the four year old him couldn't stand.
But patience came with being a mafia boss for the last ten years of your life. So he withstood.
Of course, he defended himself, and somehow he became "normal".
Age five was when he recieved his first phone.
Yes, apparently to his parents five is old enough to not lose something as expensive as a phone.
Mainly he used it to text, after all how else would he use it, but in his free time he enjoyed using it to capture the sky.
The big, blue sky.
It was a pastime.
At age six he was transferred to an elementary school. A special one.
There he found the blind Shiina, the deaf Haru and the intellectually disabled Terumi.
They often played a lot, and he enjoyed it. To be with people who understood was enjoyable.
The day he left the school, at aged 12, it was bright and sunny.
When he was 9, the news broadcasted of an African-American president. He finds amusement in the contradictory nature of his country.
If the new 'black' president was meant to signify the end of racial discrimination in the US, why broadcast his skin colour so much?
The night sky was a midnight sky tinged by the light of the lamps lighting up the hustle and bustle of New York City.
His school life carried on as usual and at age 15 he notes that he rarely spends time with his mom and dad anymore.
The two became increasingly busy, his mom having a fluctuation of piano-hopefuls and his dad starting to worry about the risk of early retirement.
Keita himself is abstract from their worries, and he still watches the TV.
He feels sorrow when the Malaysian airline disappears.
He feels disgust when another Malaysian airline was shot down.
He was horrified as the tension in Iraq grows so much worse.
The day after it rained.
He was age 17 when the war began. It started as an important announcement from President Obama.
"The situation in Iraq has gone worse. The recent attack on the Civil Rights Museum has stunned us all. For ISIS to do this has led to me making this decision."
The world was forced to end that day.
"As of the 19th of April 2015, I as President of the United States have declared war on the Islamic caliphate of ISIS."
The next day his aging father was packaged off.
The next time he returned it was in a state coffin and a piece of paper.
Sometimes when he hears the sounds of guns and his mom's muffled despair, he thinks of Sawada Tsunayoshi.
He thinks of Reborn, of his Guardians, of his previous friends and his previous parents.
He thinks of them but he can't remember their faces.
The sky was grey with the colour of gunpowder.
The world was ending.
50% was gone through war and violence.
30% in natural disasters.
And 19% were dying from diseases, of which Ebola was the most severe. It took away his mom.
Keita knew he was going to die. He knew it from the moment the plane was struck by a force greater than any turbulence. He knew it when he looked out the window and saw red flames dance on the metal wing.
He was meant to stop this.
It's okay.
The last percent of humans left alive were fighting a losing battle. The world was reaching its end.
You aren't God.
If he wasn't mute he would have been screaming like the rest of the people on the crashing plane. But as he sat there, knuckles turning white as he gripped the seat, all he felt was morbid amusement.
It was a foolish mistake on our part.
It was a plane crash that sent him here.
It was a plane crash that brought him out.
Oh the irony.
The sky was black with no hope left.
-BAD END-
Please note: There will not be a good end.
Also, Keita is a Japanese living in America.