Mental Institution (KHR Fanfic)

Chapter 20

Omg we've reached the 20th chapter.
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Tsuna could remember bits and pieces of memories of when he first came into the institution.

His memory was a haze and everything seemed to be filtered. The hand he held was ice cold and slack. The only thing keeping his and his father's hands together was his intense grip on his father's.

He had never held hands with his father before. Holding hands with one of his parents was a foreign concept. In fact, any kind of contact without pain was dumbfounding.

He didn't like it, holding hands that is. He didn't want to do anything with his hands because Lacie used to be in his arms. Her precious blood spilling and the warmth of her body leaving his palms.

Anything kind of contact-- especially when it was warm and wet-- caused his hands to itch. And itch and itch. Tsuna preferred putting his hands underneath numbing cold water until he couldn't feel anything.

Tsuna's mind felt heavy. Everything was cloudy and a solid thumping resounded in his head.

A puff of warm air looked like a small cloud as he exhaled. He hurt. He hurt but he didn't know where the pain was.

"You're staying in here, forever." His father spoke with a scratchy voice. It caused his ears to ring. "No one will find you and no one will remember you."

No one will find me.
No one will remember me.

For some reason, the words caused his heart to overflow with relief and bitterness-- no, it was resentment.

His shoes made contact with the tiles beneath him. A soft rhythm forming from the sound of his steps. He felt cold, so terribly cold and the change in environment didn't help. The white hallways felt colder than the forest outside despite the heater flowing out warmth inside.

And then his body reached its limit.

He passed out.

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Tsuna opened his mouth to speak but Enma beat him to it.

".. Giotto?" Enma whispered. Tsuna expected Enma to scream and shout words of hatred and bitterness but instead, a small murmur came out and caught Tsuna off guard.

"Wait-- no. That can't be right." Gokudera spoke, shaking his head. "Vongola is like-- the worst ... Of the worst.."

Tsuna could feel his friend's voice break and could feel his own breaking heart as well.

"How do you even know this, kid?" Mukuro sneered.

Uni gave a thin smile. "I told you-- I can see the future."

"Are you saying this information will be revealed in the future?" Yamamoto questioned.

"Or perhaps you envisioned yourself telling us this now?" Gokudera spoke and then blinked. "But then where did your future self-- I mean present self?-- get the info?" And then Gokudera exploded because of overthinking. Sorry. I was joking.

Uni's gaze fell, her smile fading. "I– I don't know," her voice was small, "I just can see the future."

Just then did it hit Tsuna that Uni was just a small girl. She was like them. Heck, she was even younger than they were. 

"Sorry," The words came out without warning, but Tsuna continued on, "We're sorry for suddenly demanding answers out of you. We're– we're just really tired." It was the truth. Tsuna didn't miss the way Yamamoto's eyes drooped with fatigue or the way Gokudera's form slacked.