T̶H̶E̶ F̶A̶L̶L̶E̶N̶

No.1

This is my very and I mean very first Katekyo Hitman Reborn FanFiction ever. So please don't judge to harshly. I hope you enjoy it! Also Tsuna is really smart so don't think he isn't in chapters to come.
Disclaimers: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
"Normal"
'Thoughts'
'Flashbacks'
"Other Languages"
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Drip

That smell...

Drop

It's so familiar...

Drip

With a flutter of my eyes, I was wide awake, scanning the entire area. However not much was to be seen when you're stuck in a small moldy cell that was almost meant for dogs, but instead held humans like livestock. I stared at the slightly dim area having to narrow my eyes just slightly to get a better view. I made out the shape of a bar door to my right. I could smell the old rust and mold from where I lay on the dirty ground. The other faint smells of death and the lingering smell of blood curdled the air in a way I could pick up the smell from anywhere inside this place. The faint sound of water dripped from just outside my cage, onto the deformed floor. Other, slightly less noticeable sounds could be heard, like the faint sounds of chains rattling or people shouting in enthusiastic  ecstatic excitement. Most likely do to the forced fights.

My left index finger slightly twitched from laying in this spot. I ignored the sounds of the people shouting at the fights as I looked up at the ceiling. I couldn't see it. Only pitchblack indulged my eyes. I've been stuck in pitch black for so long most people would have gone completely insane and lost themselves to the imagination of their minds. However I've lost that one part of imagination. Or more so it's locked away inside my mind as many of my emotions have been to. I only feel pain. No love, anger, want. Just pure bliss of pain that seeps through my veins and my very core of existence. I've become numb and dull to the world. The only thing that keeps me alive is maybe... hope? No, maybe not that but something close. Maybe... selfish desires? Yeah. I think that may be it.

I am selfish. I wish to live. My mind keeps saying to live when my body itself has almost undoubtedly given up ages ago. I hang onto that desire to want to live and be something more than a caged dog as they call us. Not some pet they stole off the streets, to be taught to fight just to survive to fight just to fill their desires.

It was die or fight.

And I choose the latter. Even when I was forced to wrong what innocents I had in my mind, even when death crept upon my skin. I wanted to live and it was only animal instinct. That one feeling all every humans hold dearly for. I was no exception. Just another pest wanting to keep a position in this world by doing anything by any means.

I sat up from the ground into a sitting position with my hands behind me for support. I stared at the hardly noticeable bricked wall. I kept staring at it for a few minutes before getting to my feet. I wobbled slightly before taking on a strong stance. My muscles were slightly tense and stiff. My body became rigged and edgy knowing that it was almost time. I could only stand in anticipation, knowing full well of what's to come.

My hearing became heightened as the sound of screaming and cheering grew. The rich metallic smell of blood grew ten folds and I knew it was time. The door to my cage opened allowing me free range to leave. I turned my head towards the opening before turning completely to walk out. I followed the same route as I always have. The light increased immensely as I could see everything and everyone in the area. As I continued to walk I could see the people in the cells. Each cell held quantities and varieties of humans. Every single one of them was a child, to late teens, and every single one of them held nothing in their eyes but fright and a small sliver of hope that deep down they know most likely will never come.