Abused Tsuna One-shot Collection (KHR)

Remember, No Telling

Summary: He was 11 turning 12 years old when his Mother was stabbed right in front of his eyes in one fine afternoon and the man who had killed her started living with him. "Remember. No telling or else.."

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Posted last 2016

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Remember, No Telling

He was 11 turning 12 years old when his Mother was stabbed right in front of his eyes in one fine afternoon and the man who had killed her started living with him.

"Remember. No telling." He nodded fearfully with his hand clamped on his mouth to silence his voice. Tears filled his eyes as he stares at the older man with wide fearful blood-shot eyes.

The man who killed his dear Mother lived with him in the same house and he couldn't do anything against it. The man also claimed to be her relative to the neighbours when someone was curious enough to ask, they even asked why the man was here, and he would answer that he was here to babysit her only son then the man would say that Nana was busy if they asked where she was. It is all a lie. The man killed his Mother and he was now threatening, even hurting him. He wanted to yell for someone not to believe the man, to say that the man is his Mother's murderer but because of fear he remained silent.

"Remember. No telling." The man would say after gripping his shaking shoulder with a strong and heavy grip. He would nod, a sign he wouldn't tell and the man would ruffle his head. To outsiders it looked like a show of fondness, of love, of care, of family, and above all else of affection. However he knew that the way the man looked at him with a steely gaze on his eyes and lips pressed firmly in a thin smile, it is a warning, a threat.'Remember. No telling or else..'

He was 12 years old when he met his first friend.

"Noo..! Please don't hurt him!" He yelled hoarsely, with tears and snot dripping from his face. He weakly grasped a part of the man's pant but he was abruptly and painfully shoved out of the way with a resounding thud of skin smacking against the hard surface of the floor.

"Noo..!" He crawled on all fours, as he continued to reached and grasped the man's pants from doing anything to his friend. "Don't!.." He pleaded as he forcefully rubbed the tears clouding his sight with the back of his hand. "Please..! Don't hurt him..!" He continued pleading.

However the man wouldn't listen and he was left shaking and staring at the current mess. He saw the vivid color of bloody red dripping on the floor and he watched horrified as the man positioned his knife against his friend's throat, leaving a small cut and small dripped of blood. There was whining voice that made his voice hitch with apprehension and fear. 'Please, don't..'

His mouth open, took a choked breath then mouthed, "Don't" But no voice left passed his lips and the man still wouldn't listen. The man pulled back his arm and positioned the knife in diagonal then suddenly plunged his knife again. That action was followed by strangled gurgling voice of his friend and he was left in a horrified daze. Too weak to stand up, too weak to utter a single word and he was reduced to watch the gore mess of red blood blooddripping from his friend's slashed open wound where he could see the fur skin sliced in two.

He watched with wide eyes as the man let his friend fall onto the floor with a loud splash and resounding thud.

"Didn't I already said that no pet is allowed in this house?" The man gaze at him with simmering glare that made him shook fearfully. 'But he's my friend!' He wanted to say but he couldn't. He was gripped with fear and he was left sniffling when tears started falling from his eyes.