Bleeding Heart: a KHR fanfic

Shooting Stars Always Fall: 1

The witch of the village was the most hated person. She was the scapegoat for the villagers. All misfortune and accidents were blamed on her. Children were raised to fear her. Adults were taught to hate her. "It's her fault," they said. "She is the cause of our sorrow." Yet the witch just smiled. She let the blame fall on her.

Tsuna looked out the window. It was awfully windy today. The trees swayed violently. The wind chimes rang loudly. In the distance, there was the howling of a dog. The sky was hidden by dark clouds. Tsuna picked up his bag and went out the door. The house was quiet. The house was always quiet. Its only occupant was the lone brunette. It wasn't always just him. His mother was there once upon a time. But now she was never home. And it would stay that way.

The wind blew Tsuna's hair over his eyes, in which he pushed it away. He looked up at the cloudy sky. "Ah, it's going to rain soon," he mused. Sawada Tsunayoshi. A 7 year old who lived alone. Almost all his living relatives were dead and his father was in Italy for work. He hadn't even come for the funeral for Sawada Nana, his wife. Tsuna didn't remember when he last saw Iemitsu, and he honestly didn't want to. He was fine with being alone. Totally fine. Just great...

(Liar)

Tsuna sat at his desk. Words were scratched in. Loser. Idiot. Dame. This was fine.

(Liar)

The teacher slapped her hand hard on his desk. "Sawada! You're too young to already fall asleep in my class! Just how useless are you? See me after class!" she snapped. Tsuna stared numbly at her. His peers snickered. This teacher was the same as all the others. She was new and had treated Tsuna kindly at first. Then she got frustrated with him and soon gave up. Useless child. The words didn't sting at all.

(Liar)

Tsuna wandered around the playground. A group of bullies cornered him. Bruises, cries, bleeding. Not a word was said from Tsuna. They spit on him. "Dame-Tsuna is too weak to fight back. What a loser," they snarled and left. Tsuna sat, leaning against the wall. He didn't feel the stinging pain. Not one bit.

(Liar)

Tsuna walked through the door, into his empty house. "I'm home." His voice echoed in the empty hallway. No one answered. He closed the door and dropped his bag. Tsuna slid down the door and buried his face in his knees. Drip drop drip. Tear after tear stained his little face. What was this? It didn't hurt so....

(Don't lie to yourself)

"I'm such a useless person."  And no one heard his cries.

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Daemon smiled deviously. "Nufufufu~ it seems an heir to Vongola lives here." He sat in a tree overlooking the small house, mist curling off of his 'borrowed' body. The man reappeared at the door. With a flick of his wrist, the doorknob unlocked. Daemon entered the seemingly empty house. It was dark, but for an illusionist like him, it wasn't a problem. His foot touched something soft. Daemon's trained eyes darted downwards, only to be met with the face of a sleeping child. An image flashed in Daemon's mind: Elena. His breath hitched. The thousand years old ghost shook his head. This child was not Elena. In fact, on closer inspection, this child was the spitting image of Primo. Daemon grit his teeth. That man and his foolish decisions. Because of him Elena died. There would be no mercy for a direct descendant of Giotto.

(The pocket watch that had the promise of eternal friendship)

(And the picture of a happy family)

(They are stained with the blood of guilt and tears of betrayal)

Daemon laid a hand on top of the brunette's forehead. Purplish black mist curled off of his hand. He was going to posses this child and use him to make Vongola stronger. Blazing orange eyes snapped open. Daemon's eyes widened. "Giotto?!" he unconsciously blurted. The child's eyes turned back to a brown. "Who are you?" he asked. Daemon stood up and smiled. "Fufufu~ it seems like I got caught," the man laughed and looked at the boy. Daemon leaned down. "Sawada Tsunayoshi, I will use your body to create a stronger Vongola. As a descendant of Primo, you are an heir of Vongola. Using your blood, I will fulfill my goals and Vongola shall be the strongest famiglia," he said. Tsuna stared at him blankly. "Does that mean you'll stay with me?"