Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Hi, I change A LOT in the last chapters.

Warnings: Mentions of intentions of rape. Slash. Hetero. Child abuse and neglect.

Pairings: 18OC(Male) 1827F 6900 59Haru 96Ken 33Hana RB 100Shoruichi

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Hi, I have decided to rewrite my chapters after seeing the terrible grammar. I changed the ages. Right now:

Giotto:16

Tsuna:11

G:16

Asari:16

Daemon:17

Alaude:17

Lampo:14

Knuckle:17

Chapter one

A small, trembling hand gripped the pen tightly as it flowed over the page in an elegant scrawl. Large round eyes filled with silent tears and a shaky sigh left the 11-year-old boy. He closed his eyes, the tears falling down his cheeks, and put down the final full stop; standing up he threw the pen to the ground and snatched his suitcase from the ground as if he was saving it from lava. He glanced back at the worn yet loved orange covered journal with a small, sad yet resigned smile.

Silently gliding over the wooden floor in a quick movement that had fluffy, brown, gravity-defying swaying and as he reached the door, he had hesitated in their mission to open the door. His pale hand almost made it to his chest when a bullet of laughter made its way through his heart. Turning around, he could make out his 'family', laughing, talking, eating a warm homemade meal, hurt clawed its way into his chest and his back straightened. With a determined, decisive movement he opened the door and stepped his way to freedom.

[4 days later]

#Final entry

My name is Tsuna, which is short from Tsunayoshi Sawada.

I have an older brother named Giotto, he is 5 years older than me. He has a really pretty pair of sky, blue eyes and gravity-defying golden hair.

He's popular in school. He has high grades, he handsome, he's a gentleman yet he still finds it within him to be shy.

He is loved.

I… am not

Unlike Giotto, I have dismissal grades. I was often told not to outshine Giotto by my parents.

My hair was a simple brown but my eyes colour, I was born with heterochromatic eyes, meaning both eyes have a different colour from each other. My left is blue and my right is orange.

When it was first witnessed: My school… My mother… My brother… My father…

The first thing they said when I opened my eyes or first went into the classroom was, "Demon"

I was shunned. Cursed. One child even tried to exercise me.

Until my brother finally paid attention to me. We played together and he helped me study. It was great.

When suddenly our 'Father' come back home and Giotto suddenly forgets about me. He gets new friends, powers, popularity, authority and suddenly, I don't matter.

Giotto doesn't even remember my existence.

Nana and Iemitsu walk through me and don't even look at me.

So, now I have decided to find a family who will love me. Who will care about me and my existence?

And if my family finds this then, Ciao Mia Famiglia.

Tsunayoshi ex-member of the Sawada family.

Oh, and don't try to find me. Wherever I end up, I'm sure I'll be happier there.

...

There was no sound.

Giotto shook, his grip almost snapping the fragile diary in half, nails digging into the orange cover. He stood in the living room, staring at a wooden floor with wide, almost unseeing eyes. Nana burst into silent sobs and collapsed to her knees as Giotto's words flowed into her ears, while Iemitsu was stoned.

How long has it been since they talked to him? How long has it been since they gave him hugs and told him they loved him? How long has it been since they even looked at him?

All these questions ran through their heads as they racked through their memories, only pulling up images when he was five and for Giotto, he pulled up images from when the boy was 7, just before he abandoned him.

Without them guiding and protecting him as they had done for Giotto:

He was forced to mature.

He was forced to make his food.

He had to teach himself.

He had been neglected by them and he left.

Iemitsu cried it was his fault. His son had approached him so many times yet he just ignored him. All in favour of training Giotto, the heir.

The boy was only 7- wait no 9- no 11 and didn't understand but was forced to learn.

The guardians read the page and were ridden with guilt.

'Giotto was the important one. His brother was a nuisance.' That was always their thought process. So when the young boy came to them asked for help, either from bullies or for school work. The tossed him aside like a used rag. Ignoring the tears and obvious signs of abuse when that damn approving smile from their leader's father came into view and the manipulating shine in 'Maman's' smile.

Outside everything was still: Then the Rain fell like an endless stream of tears, the Mist converged as if trying to hide from the sorrow, the Clouds turned dark the loneliness tainting it, the Sun no longer shun for there was nothing to be shining for, Lightning struck the anger fueling every strike, the Storm came desperate and searching for acceptance and the Sky turned to ash as everything that made it feel, dissipated.