Reborn (KHR fanfic)

Chapter II - Tortured Mist

It was two years later when I found myself in the familiar black space. I remembered falling asleep at lunch next to Kyoya, a habit he had rubbed off on me, but I couldn't remember anything after that. I just about jumped out of my skin when I heard a scream. Whirling around I immediately began crying. It was a boy who looked to be Kyoya's age. He was strapped down onto a long metal table being injected with some strange liquid as he writhed in pain. I screamed at them to stop! That they were hurting him! I futilely ran towards the image desperately trying to get the boy away from the mad men. I screamed and cried as did the boy. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled away from the boy.

"NOOO!!!" I screamed as I jerked upright. I felt hands on my shoulders and saw Kyoya looking at me, fear and worry showing through the cold indifferent mask he always wore. My eyes watered and tears poured down my face uncontrollably as I launched myself at him. I sobbed on his shoulder and he awkwardly hugged me not very used to comforting someone.

Eventually my sobs calmed down and Kyoya released me holding me at arms length. "What happened, Tsuna?"

"It's happening again..." I barely choked out.

"What's happening again?" The third grader asked clearly confused and concerned.

"The dreams." I looked up at him and he visibly flinched at the amount of pain that swam in my eyes. "I know you probably won't believe me if I tell you this, but I feel like I should, no I have to tell you." He looked me straight in the eyes to show me that he was listening. "The first time I had these dreams was two years ago. I was in a dark space and suddenly I head crying. I would turn around and see a boy with black hair and gray eyes sitting on a floor. He would sometimes call out for his mom and dad. Pleading for them not to leave him. He would cry and say how much it hurt. How he didn't want to be alone. I would try and run to him but I could never get any closer to him. It hurt so bad, like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. Like my soul was shattering into millions of pieces and I would never be whole again. I would scream and shout, anything I could to try and tell him he wasn't alone but he would never hear me. The dreams continued every night for a month and a half. Then I began kindergarten and I was surprised when I saw the boy from my dream. It was like I was in a trance. I couldn't control my actions as I went up to the boy and hugged him." Kyoya's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. "Yes, that little boy was you Kyoya, but you know, that night when I fell asleep I didn't see the crying boy anymore. I saw you smiling before you disappeared. I hadn't had a dream like that since."

"Until now."

"You believe me?" I asked astonished yet hopeful.

He nodded, "Hn. I'm guessing this dream wasn't about me; could you tell me what it was about?"

I shivered at the mere thought of the dream or maybe I should call it a vision? I took a deep breath and did my best to prepare myself to tell the story, "I was in the same dark place I had been when I would see you except this time I heard screaming." I began shaking, "I turned around and there was this boy." I choked slightly, "These men they were hurting him! He was strapped to a metal table and they and they," tears streamed down my cheeks like sorrowful rivers, "they were injecting him with this strange liquid. He was screaming! He was in so much pain and and..." I trailed off and cried silently, occasionally a hiccup would escape me as I slowly calmed back down. The entire time Kyoya stayed next to me as silent support. I looked up at him, "We have to help him." Kyoya just nodded.

"What should we do?"

I shook my head, "That's just it. I don't know what to do."

"Well we need information, but the only way I can think of doing that is..." He trailed off a look of distaste crossed his face not liking his idea.