Akin to Fate (On-Hiatus)

To Italy

A/N:  Apologies for any Italian reader out there, I used google translate. And a deep apology for making you all wait for so long.  

Published: 2/25/17

Enjoy!

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Heavy silence fell upon them. 

Tsuna gritted his teeth. His fist and fingers, clenching and un clenching in disgust and rage. The brunet's face was etched in a very deep and angry frown. His eyes lost its brightness and only an angry, blazing orange took its place instead. 

"Well?" the disgusting man in front of him inquired. His lips forming in an arrogant smirk. "Will you, or will you not do it? Sawada Kyoko?" 

Tsuna's skin felt like ice or someone pouring hot fire over him, all at once. He was itching for something - anything, to stab the man in front of him with. In fact, he wanted to bolt out of the room right now. 

Tsuna's heart drummed angrily against his chest, and his fingers dug into his skin. It made a painful sensation and he could feel his blood dripping from his fingertips, but as of now, he was currently preoccupied. 

 How. Dare. He! Tsuna thought furiously.

 How dare he insult Tsuna's family name! Much less, insult the secret art the Hikate's have kept hidden for many generations, only to have this repulsive insect ask for it like a part favor. Like - like it was something you start in an everyday conversation! He even insulted it! 

"Well? I'm waiting Kyoko," the man said. He had the audacity to look at him with amused eyes. "Or perhaps . . . should I say . . . " he smirked. 

"Sawada Tsunayoshi."

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Flashback: A few hours ago

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Tsuna turned and smiled.

 In a desperate movement, he turned to face the other direction and quickly got into the car, a bunch of men dressed in black followed suit and in no time, they were far away from the Sawada household. The car was nothing more than a speck in the horizon.

After some time and without his permission, without even knowing, the tears cascaded down his face and he furiously tried wiping them away with his arm. Sadly, they didn't stop falling. They only continued to fall faster. 

Tsuna hiccuped and whimpered, he covered his mouth and mentally reprimanded himself for acting so childish. His body didn't react the way he wanted it to, though.  Tsuna's eyes watered and he wept silently to himself. Pulling his knees to his chest, he cried.

 His thoughts wandered to the last memory he had of his sister. She would be sleeping peacefully in their bedroom. Unaware that her Onii-chan was being taken away. The thought of . . .  never, ever seeing her again broke what little hope he had for his family. He would never see them, and for once, the realization dawned on him with an emotion in-between rage and sadness. 

 Unknown to the crying brunet, he had attracted the unwanted stares of the men in tuxedos. All of them exchanged confused looks, seemingly not knowing what to do with Tsuna's little dilemma. 

"Uh . . .  Signora . . . " Tsuna looked up with watery eyes as the man beside him held a neat handkerchief.  

"Per favore non piangere, qui," (please don't cry, here,) he said, handing Tsuna the handkerchief,  "penso che avete bisogno di questo." (I think you need this.)