Wind Running

Full Summary: Tsuna is thirteen and is an ordinary teenager with ordinary problems, ordinary laziness, and a sad case of being a constant target for bullies for the past year. When a certain hitman arrives at the doorstep of the Sawada household to place a hell-heavy responsibility of the Tenth Vongola candidate on the unsuspecting boy, Reborn expected as such. But the way the useless teen constantly disappeared to the roof of the house and stared at the roofscape around came as a surprise. And why was Dame-Tsuna clutching his leg like that? One that seemed to have the slightest of limps when the boy walked?

The story unravels, the past comes to light, and those around Tsuna find that broken wings are invisible and hard to heal. But if one discovers a way to mend them...

One might witness something breath taking.

Warnings: Slightly AU, PTSD!Tsuna, possibly OOC Tsuna, Reborn's twisted morals, OCs (passing and not), parkour, free running, language, and a fair share of (epic) memories.

The wind gushed by, a heavenly music to his ears that he's been following for so long now.

"He's here!"

He didn't wear any shoes, albeit he never does. He can feel the air under his feet so much better without them.

"Yes! I sooo wanted to see him in action."

It's the one thing that always lightens him up – something he looks forward too.

"It's Kaze no Neko!"

Running doesn't mean cowardice.

"Oooh, look at that! The famous quadruple backflip from one hand! The technique is so smooth - I can barely see him touch the ground."

Because if there was one thing he hated, it was fighting.

"The speed, the speed! No wonder everyone knows about him – it's like he's not even- not even human!"

...But what he hates even more is being restrained.

"He really does move like the wind with the grace of a cat. Kaze no Neko indeed..."

He always wants, always needs to be free. It's what he cannot live without.

"Geez, he's gone already! How in the world did he climb that wall without another one to lean on?! Just like a-"

But now he isn't free.

Not anymore.

Sawada Tsunayoshi jerked awake, feeling his heart beat rapidly against his ribcage. He looked around wildly, ghosts of bright lighted buildings and neon-equipped runners scattering to reach the given destination with as much grace and speed as they could perform flashing in front of his golden brown eyes. Realizing moments later that it was really all just dream, his eyes dimmed to a dull color.

The feeling was just like yesterday – the adrenalin rushing through him with that wonderful feeling of pure freedom as he flipped and ran and jumped and vaulted and flung himself past any obstacle standing in his way using only his body, lots of hard training and a suddenly discovered talent for covering distances deemed impossible.

Tsuna felt himself shudder and he took a deep breath, sliding off the bed. He rubbed his forehead tiredly while he opened the window to let the night breeze in. He leaned on his hands, looking out of the second floor room. The brunette watched the empty streets and dark houses and those wonderful walls and roofs and opportunities-

No. I will not. Not now. I can't, and I know it.

...It still hurts.

But it was mostly my fault after all.

Tsuna closed his eyes and swung a foot over the windowsill, feeling the light breeze ruffle his hair gently.

A stray thought, both wanted and unwanted wandered through his empty mind as he looked at the wall between his house and the street, one he could so easily jump on from the window-

The brunette hissed as he felt his right leg spasm and cripple.

"...Sawada-san, I'm afraid your son won't be able to run or jump the way he did anymore."

The teen closed his eyes, teeth grinding hard.

"To be frank, it's a miracle that he can still walk, given the amount of places his bones were broken. I'm very sorry to say this but on the bright side, there are still many other joys in life. He's only twelve – he'll get over it. I'm sure he'll find another occupation."

A gust of wind carried away memory-filled tears.

A/N: Did the suspense get to you? :3 Or it wasn't suspensive at all? Sorry, I kind of wanted to get the plot bunny out of the system. *cough cough I might regret it later cough cough*. It's like a prologue, I guess, and I'm sort of writing the next chapter.

I'm also sorry for the confusing dump of things that I plan to untangle down the road.

(And I'm really sorry that this is so short - I didn't have enough time to make much more.)

Though I don't know if it's worth it, so please tell me if any of you lot would like to read this kind of fic.

The thing is, I always had a special spot in my heart for parkour and I was fascinated with it since I was, like, seven? I have nothing to do with it though, even if some moves and jumps helped big time when I played with my peers ^^

So, I kind of had a really epic dream where I was sitting on a building with a bunch of other people and this small person in a hood bounced right past us with a string of highly professional vaults and somehow, I was able to catch sight of a mop of brown hair which was how I instantly realized - even though I wasn't really surprised; you know how hard it is to be surprised in a dream - that it was Tsu-kun and when I woke up I was like 'Hey, why not? What if he was interested in such things too? He would look badass free-running.' so this is what came of it.

Oopsie.

But this fic will also have a reason for Tsuna's clumsiness. His past will be uncovered slowly, so yeah. There will also be (hopefully) a lot of badassness and epicness.

Please tell me if you'd like reading more of this!

Love, peace and cookies

River Melody

P.S. As always, cookies for my readers! *gives you a cookie*