Offering KHR

by TsunaFishy27

Tsunayoshi Sawada, recent college graduate and designated sacrifice (against his will) to the Arcobaleno, has to obey or be destroyed by his own father. Forced to be alone and isolated from others, Tsuna spent the last 5 years enduring abuse from Iemitsu. But what if his inner fire finally burns? Follow as Tsuna finally lives for himself and earns the favor of the Arcobaleno.

1. Graduating Solace

Tsuna stood in front of his full-length mirror, admiring his latest design. It was a black and red ensemble featuring a sleeveless cropped compression shirt that exposed part of his midriff and paired with hand-dyed red pants and a statement belt that crossed into an 'X' over his right hip. Splitting the compression fabric and adding the strip of red on the sides was hell, but it was worth it. Now he knows for sure how to properly stitch such stretchy fabric. He sighed in contentment as he continued to stare at himself. Though his joy didn't last long. His phone rang abruptly. Aggressive, furious, irritating. He jumped in surprise before picking it up, somehow almost dropping it 5 times during the movement. He answered.

"Why didn't you tell me you finally graduated university?", the voice was stern, disappointed, venom seeping into his words as he spoke.

"I- I wanted some time to prepa-", the brunet stuttered before he was cut off by his father.

"You don't get to. You're not going to end up like your mother and just runaway. You are indebted to this family. And you will uphold and follow through. It's the least you can do for being such a disappointment. After all, you're nothing like your brothers- you're weak, small, insignificant. Probably a whore, just like your mother." The man dug into the brunet over the phone. Scathing, shredding, and leaving his mark. Reminding him that his father owns him and will use him to his benefit. "A car will pick you up in 30 minutes at your apartment. Pack up your shit into a suitcase. You're coming to Italy." His father hung up.

The brunet would have cried, but the tears had dried up long ago. The day his mother left a couple years ago. He could remember it like it was yesterday. He'd just turned 16. He was living peacefully, going about his day only to come home to an empty house and his father red in the face with anger as he crumpled a letter. That unseen anger became physical fury as their eyes locked. He was berated mercilessly and blamed for his mother's disappearance. Beaten in places he could cover. He was terrified, sad, and left alone to lie in his own anguish and aching pains as his father left for Italy with his older brothers. Relief set in for a little while, but it didn't last. From then on, his father told him his plans. Told him of his worth and value. Told him he'd be used just like his mother. Every. Single. Day. And yet he never stood up. Any flickers of anger or fury never simmered or bubbled into anything. Instead it dissipated as he reminded himself of his lack of magical prowess. A carnal sin when his family was concerned. How could you do anything when you're so pathetic?

So, any dash of rebellion was forcefully shoved back down with the overwhelming idea of futility. And that was his life for the past 5 years. Forced to be alone - no friends, no family, no partners. He wasn't allowed to have anything. He was told he didn't deserve it. All because he was the spitting image of his mother: soft, gentle, delicate. A perfect homemaker if he had a happy family to tend to. Every day he missed his youth and his older brothers, Giotto and Natsu. He missed them dearly. But was forbidden from contacting them. It's a painful existence where he wonders if they remember him or if their father had spun lies about him. He wonders if Giotto and Natsu knew the truth. After all, if you're not allowed to speak, all you can do is wonder.

Thirty minutes later, after Tsuna had finished packing his belongings, a black Nissan Versa had pulled up. He sighed and glanced behind him at his apartment. It was a modern, but modest studio apartment. On the nicer side of town due to his father treating him like precious cargo without any actual care for his wellbeing. The room was mainly black and white with pops of orange and red here and there. He didn't hold onto much, just had the essentials. A bed, dresser, kitchen, normal stuff. Though he did splurge on the wardrobe. His closet was filled with class projects and thrifted finds. He'll miss his solace. He fears he'll never have such a reprieve ever again. He took a deep breath as he rested his hand on the door handle. 'Off to Hell. Mom, I hope you're doing better than I am. I miss you. Maybe we'll meet again after I'm sacrificed.', He thought, a pained smile on his face as he lowered his head and opened the door. He trekked down the stairs of his complex and stepped into the car.