Tsuna has been sent to a mental hospital for children at a young age. He has no idea why he was sent there. Following his father-- or someone he presumes is his father-- inside, blacking out, and waking up in a white room was not what he expected. H...
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Tsuna let out a shaky gasp as incredible dread entered his systems and traveled around like blood. Tears started prickling in his vision. A pitiful whimper escaped his pursed lips as his knees buckled.
"..... I-I... I..." His mouth kept closing and opening, as if mimicking a fish, a horrified one that is. A surreal shriek escaped his mouth. Tsuna stared, dully, at the massive gap on the concrete floor, where his two dear friends disappeared to. Another... Another.. friend.. gone. No where. Dead.
Enma quickly ran closer to the mini canyon and looked down in panic. "..I..." He couldnt say anything once he was greeted by consuming darkness. "I... I shouldve.. I couldve.. why...?" He slammed his fist on the ground harshly. "WHY DAMN IT!? WHY DIDNT I DO ANYTHING!?" Powerless. What was the point of having the ability to control Gravity if you dont use it!? It happened so fast. It felt so far away. He couldnt move.
Mukuro was shell shocked, his body was frozen. He could only stare longingly at the spot where his sister used to occupy. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. His beloved twin, the only one he had, gone. Something felt like half of himself disappeared into nothingness.
Gokudera couldnt breath. Or, at least he thought he couldnt cause it definitely didnt feel as if oxygen was entering and exiting his body. Everything felt small, cramped. Everything was closing in fast, too fast. He was started to feel light headed. Thats when he noticed, he was indeed breathing. Breathing too fast for it to be considered healthy. Oxygen, air, being forced in and then forcefully pushed out, there wasnt any time for the lungs to actually receive any air.
Yamamoto's eyes were wide as saucers. Nothing made sense anymore. Why did they die? Why were they inside this ungodly place in the first place? What did they do to deserve this? The raven just wanted to go home. Home, where his father would announce with a grin,"Welcome back!" as he came back from playing, then his mother, his-oh-so-alive mother, would come out from the kitchen and ask about his day.... He wants to go home.
A sudden soft laugh was heard.
Everyone turned their attention to the sound, wondering who in the right mind would laugh at their present situation. Surprisingly, it was Mukuro.
"Is this how we'll all end? Here in this unholy building?" He suddenly asked, eyes hollow despite the painful smirk and dull laughter that accompanied it. "... Will we die without stepping out of this cursed place?!" Mukuro suddenly yelled out, his patience was hanging on a single thread. He pounded his fist on the steel walls repeatedly.
"...Mukuro..." Tsuna whispered as he watched the pitiful scene in front of him. He couldnt blame the illusionist, he didnt want this either. Slowly averting his gaze away from his angered comrade and instead stared at his own rough and battered hands, they've seen better days. "... I dont want this..." He wailed. "I DONT WANT THIS!" Tears started falling like a waterfall.
