T̶H̶E̶ F̶A̶L̶L̶E̶N̶

No. 5

Disclaimers: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
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I didn't sleep very long as the trauma I experienced started to work its way back into my mind. The pain of reliving those days came crashing down like a stack of barrels that were off balance or uneven. My mind was slowly becoming consumed with it and now it plagued my dreams as well. Causing me to thrash around until I awoke. Covered in cold sweat and shaking. I looked up at the ceiling with uneven dizzy eyes. I lifted my hand placing it in front of my eyes to see. My hand was shaking rather harshly. I took my hand and resting it over my eyes. Feeling the wetness instantly on contact. The tears stung my eyes as they've always have. The pain seeping in reminding me of why I cried and why I continue to cry. These were times I let my self be weak. But outside my solitude I couldn't be weak. It was something I learned. Being weak always came back to haunt me in a wake of destruction. My mind was a walking time bomb in sorts of ways.

I sat like this for many hours until I could see the sun start to break through the window. I had only gotten two hours of sleep. I could feel the toll on my body as when I was in the hospital I hardly got sleep. Even though I don't remember being awake it was clear I was. I felt like I haven't had any rest. My eyes were sure to have dark bags under them making them very visible on my pale white sickly dead skin.

I sat up into a proper sitting position, taking in the room that was now in the light. I could feel the warm rays of the light from the sun kiss my skin. Surrounding me in a warm blanket of warmth. The feeling was nice. So nice I just wanted to crawl back under the sheets and sleep, even though I know it's futile as I'd be awake within an hour.

I got up from the futon folding the blanket and laying it on top the whist cushion. I looked around the room finding my cloths from yesterday. Well the pants and socks. My shirt was destroyed from blood stains and rips. Instead I found a shirt that was way bigger then me. I hurried to change my cloths. Once I was out of the kimono I folded it neatly before laying it where the cloths once laid. Looking at my self I could see that the shirt was bigger then I expected, so without delay I stuck the bottom the shirt into my pants but even so I felt small in the shirt. I could only manage a sigh before walking out of the room.

I walked the hallways using muscle memory more then actual thoughts to walk down towards the shop. I continued my way until I could hear sizzling and the sound of laughter. I made my way into the open area, seeing both Yamamoto's enjoying each other's presence. My face was slightly dull even when the scene before me was warming to the heart. My lip only twitched up slightly but stayed emotionless for the most part. Not long did Tsuyoshi look over at me. His face brighten up as he smiled towards my direction.

"Aw I was just about to send Takeshi to wake you up. How did you sleep?" Tsuyoshi said. I looked between the two see a slight flash of concern flood their eyes as they bore holes into me as they stared. They kept looking at me as if expecting me to fall over at any given time. Which was exceptional for I've exceeded normal human limits. My body was beaten to a point I should be hospitalized but instead I walk around as if I wasn't even injured or traumatized. I walk around as if I've never had a problem. So when I smiled at them and told them I was okay they believed me, even if they still looked concerned. All they could do was be okay with it.

Regardless to how I felt. I could still faintly feel a pang of wrongness. I didn't like making them worry even if I just started to reconnect with them. I was slowly becoming human emotionally. Reconnecting with society but keeping the hard truth and facts of life. That was a stone cold fact I could see. Even if it was with only two people. I was not simply a object anymore. I could be slightly free. However freedom had a cost and I knew that all to well. It wouldn't be long before that time bomb in the back of my mind goes off. I knew something would and if not sooner later. That's something I didn't want to come. At least not in front of them. Not after they didn't look at me like a broken toy. I wouldn't want to lose them. So all I could do was push down the my feeling, showing only slight gestures and never giving off all at once. I was emotionless to the outside world but on the inside I was emotionally damaged to a great degree.