{ The Hidden Sky }

{ 5 }

“Japanese.”

“Italian.”

“Other languages.”

'Intuition'

'Normal thoughts.'

[Third POV]

The night was peaceful, for most that is.

Many slept dreaming of happy memories or good dreams in general but some slept with reliving their trauma or having nightmares.

It was very common for Tsuna to wake up in the middle of the night, stomach starving in pain from skipping a meal to the point of making him nauseous, his bones too weak and tried to move, his chest filled with overwhelming pain and emptiness, a bitter feeling trying to fill that emptiness but always failing yet not making him feel any better.

He only stared out the window above his desk that was across his bed, not moving even a little to try drown himself in his thoughts.

Soon even his thoughts weren't save.

'Such pure flames... Such strong genetics...! Don't worry little boy, this won't hurt! ~~' Those words echoed in his mind before he heard the screams of a younger boy, his younger self, that made him sick to his stomach.

Having eaten nothing, he didn't have have anything to throw up.

'Won't hurt much my ass, those cunts...' Tsuna thought darkly.

Wanting nothing more than to torture those who stole his childhood away but unfortunately, or fortunately, they were already dead, hopefully their deaths were as painful as the experiments they did on him and the other innocent children.

He dose miss the days when he wasn't so caught up in all of the small things, wasn't so adamant that he could handle everything alone.

And wasn't so cautious and exhausted.

Not going to bed at night with this knot in his stomach that never unwinds.

'What happened to me? When did I start to believe that I wasn't worth it and question my purpose to breathe?' Tsuna thought, watching the sky very slowly becoming lighter.

'Bullies, Mafia. Bullies, Mafia.'

He knew the answer very well, it started with the experiments but then turned into normal every day bullying.

Who said words don't break bones? They definitely break minds and someone's will to live.

He misses the smiles he had when we was young, so innocent and filled with pure joy about the littlest things.

He misses himself and his twin running underneath the sun, staring out the window when the rain would come, he feels like life was so much simpler then.

When they had joy and they were innocent, he would give so much to feel that way again but he wouldn't dare leave his brothers with this cruel fate and be oblivious.

'I know I'm blessed, but I'm cursed too.' Tsuna sorrowfully thought, he hated when he thought like this.

Yes, experiencing the mafia at the solid age of 6 was bad for his mental health but the bullies didn't help him stay mentally stable for long either.

He grew up too fast, yes he did but if it meant he could protect his family then it was worth it.

His health wasn't important to him but he didn't neglect it because it worried his family and friends, he hated and still hates seeing someone so worried about him of all people.