KHR: Hidden little Devil

P2: A Dame Who Isn't A Dame

Tsuna had been five at that time, and his brothers were only four years old.

He and his mother had just finished shopping for groceries and had decided to go to the park.

It had been beautiful, the meadows were full of beautiful flowers, the wind had been blowing softly, and the sky as clear as can be.

Tsuna had been picking flowers to give his mother and brothers, -who were at home, sleeping because they were exhausted after a game-.

After finishing up on arranging the colorful bouquet, Tsuna had given it to his mother.

"A normal day, with a horrible ending."

She had squealed in delight and had opened her arms for a big hug, Tsuna had smiled and had gotten closer.

But the resounding sound of a bang had echoed in the empty meadow.

"The innocent eyes that had witnessed murder, the murder of his own mother."

Wide eyes and pale, Tsuna stared at his mother, as she herself stared at the blood oozing from the bullet wound on her chest, where her heart is located.

She had been so shock and so was Tsuna, but then another shot was fired, this time, directed at her forehead.

"But before the bullet could reach it's target, she had reacted quickly on saying her last words to her son."

Shoving her son away, and giving him a smile one last time, her last words were.

"Protect your brothers, Tsu-kun, and know mama loves you." Because she knew, she would never make it.

And she fell before the innocent eyes of her son, pale and shaking he darted out of the park and into the forest, intending to go to his hiding spot where no one else knows.

Waiting for a whole day and going to the police station, all that he did alone.

Comforting his brothers and giving them the news without the death part had been hard, but he did it for them.

Making sure that the anger of his father would only befall on him had been painful, but he had kept his promise to protect his younger brothers .

Growing up as fast as he could had been agonizing, but he would, and will, do it for his family.

Her words echoing in his mind Whenever he was alone.

'Mama loves you.'

"I know." He would answer to himself." I love you too...."

".....but love isn't enough to bring back our mother." And he would let the tears fall, letting the little child inside of himself to cry, to cry for his mother, to cry for his brothers who had no parents to teach them, to cry for his grieving father.

But he would never cry for himself, because he would give his very being not for himself, but for his family.

"A normal day, one filled with smiles and laughter.

Had changed into a nightmare that would haunt his very soul for eternity."

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