Since he was little, Tsuna felt incomplete.
Like as if there's a hole in his heart.
He felt so lost and uneasy with this feeling.
For years he tried to find the reason why he felt that way.
Or why he felt like crying without any reason at all.
He can sometimes feel his heart, his soul, twist in pain. Even though he don't understand why.
There were times when he felt so miserable he almost tried to kill himself. But only his love for his mother held him back.
Sometimes he also felt so happy he felt like he could fly to the sky, laughing in joy and excitement.
Other times he felt angry or isolated, like the world was on to him.
Because of these feelings welling inside of him, he was unable to focus.
He always tripped himself or crash into someone or something because of the sudden emotion he got on a daily basis.
Thanks to his clumsiness and inability to focus, he always get failing grades and hurt himself and was soon dubbed as Dame-Tsuna or Useless-Tsuna by the children and adults around him.
But it didn't really matter to him. He never paid attention to that insult anyway.
He was too busy handling and containing the emotions that always appeared at random time.
Even when Nono sealed his flames, it didn't seal his ability to feel those emotions. So he continued his life like he always did, making a fool of himself as he tried to control those feelings.
Years have past and he was able to keep them in control. The emotions had lessen somewhat but it's still there. But he's useless whenever strong emotions or desires appear inside him. It makes him all jumpy and frantic.
Tsuna had thought of finding the reason why he could feel all of these emotions but something told him to wait.
A gut feeling or something, Tsuna's not sure. But he trusted it, and so he wait.
He waited and waited and waited, hoping for the day he would understand all of these to come.
And it did.
Just not how Tsuna had expected.
But it was worth it.
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Pieces Of Me (KHR FANFIC)
FanfictionTsuna felt missing. But meeting them completes him. KHR IS NOT MINE. (Picture belongs to milemiru.)