"Ugh..." Tsuna complained when he woke up. For some reason, even his navel hurt. Oh, right, the reason was a Vongola/Varia-style family assault.
"So you've finally woken up, Dame-Tsuna," a voice Tsuna knew very well said from the window.
"Everything hurts..." He couldn't help but complain, nor could he stop himself from saying, "They beat you, Reborn. They beat you."
"Oh, so you think?" Reborn knew a challenge when he heard one.
"It's true." Tsuna sighed. He needed a muscle relaxant. "You're not that bad... just enough to make me laugh and cry at the same time." He sighed deeply before getting up. "But you're still the most sadistic of them all."
"If you say so, Dame-Tsuna." Purely by instinct, Tsuna dodged two bullets aimed at his head. "It's time for dinner. You have painkillers on the table, and you have 5 minutes." Reborn paused for a moment. "We have a lot to talk about. I want to see that 'magic shield' and that 'little dragon.' We will start your special training tonight." With that, Reborn disappeared through the door.
Tsuna was frozen for almost a full minute, perhaps even longer. Special training? He hadn't had any kind of training in years. The idea of being coached was almost foreign to him. Special training... It's probably about my ability to use the healing properties of the Sun Flame, he thought curiously. Wow, news travels fast. My knowledge in that area is practically zero, so if Reborn-san plans to teach me... It would be great, though... would it be a good idea if I learned that? Learning how to use the healing properties of the Sun Flame properly couldn't make him even more of a monster than he already was, could it? Maybe it could even help.
He wouldn't lie; he was very curious about that area, as well as the fact that he could even do it. A product of desperation, perhaps, but there had to be some reason why he could do it without possessing those flames. The same was true of his illusions, which came from the Mist Flames—flames that he did not possess either, and yet he was capable of creating them. Although he didn't think anyone at this time had noticed that, or realized it for that matter. Tsuna wasn't going to deny it: no matter how he was able to use them, they were extremely useful.
Although... why would he want to see X-Dragon and X-Cloak? I didn't even use the final versions of these, only the simplest ones... They have nothing special. They are useful sometimes, but they weren't made for attack, only for simple defense... there is nothing interesting about them, he thought. To be honest, the X-Dragon was just what he had told everyone, except for the "irrational" and "unseen" part, along with some illusions to make it more "real." His goal was to scare and to serve as a protective cloak. The X-Cloak wasn't much different either, only in its final version it was stronger and was able to reflect bullets, although its durability was almost zero; as a joke, it could only stop five consecutive bullets. Although he had to admit that the X-Cloak was quite useful to evade killing blows, surprise attacks, or give him a little time to do anything in a fight.
Even while thinking about that, Tsuna took the pills and went to the bathroom, trying not to complain about back pain or pain in any other part of his body. He felt like an old man. The quick bath he took did not relieve the pain; it only made him relax and want to stay there like a perfect leather carpet. Sadly, he could not make such a joke, and with a groan of disappointment, he went out, got dressed, and went to the dining room.
"Welcome back to the world of the living, brat."
"Juudaimeeeeeee!" Gokudera immediately fell to his knees. "I'm sorry I couldn't—"
"Voi, shut up, lapdog!"
"Ma Ma, calm people, calm down."
"Who did you call a lapdog, you son of a—"
"They can shut up, or I could cut out their tongue if they prefer." Someone said very kindly. The only reason he was heard was thanks to a murderous aura that left them sweating with fear. "Oh, I see I wasted my time looking for this," Tsuna said with a sweet smile, innocently leaving the knife back in its place.
"Tell me that this is not frequent..." Lussuria cried out, finding it terrifyingly sexy.
"It depends on his mood," was Yamamoto's submissive response, a little frightened by the fact that Tsuna had grabbed a knife to "carry out" his threat.
"I am sorry." What a reputation he had, although that only made him smile in amusement. "Everything hurts, and I don't want to end up in the middle of all of you again, especially not so soon." He explained, taking a seat. "And Gokudera-kun, it's okay, so please get up." Before Gokudera could begin his chain of worship, Tsuna continued. "What's to eat? I'm not that hungry... But I wouldn't mind a pizza." Because there was no way in hell that any of them could have made a—
"Then you will starve, Tsu-kun," he heard someone say from the kitchen with some anger.
"Hai, hai!"
Oops, I forgot about them, he thought, almost embarrassed. Well, he wasn't so worried about running out—Splash!
"Idiot...!" The epic family battle began again.
Tsuna, on the other hand, just wiped his face curiously. He wasn't angry; it was kind of his fault, but... Curiously, he licked his fingers.
"This is delicious!" he exclaimed without being able to help it. They had shown off... as always, if he remembered correctly.
"Do you still want a pi—"
"I will go there and steal if you don't hurry, beautiful ladies," he threatened playfully, ignoring the war right next to him. Then, he turned to his grandfather, who was laughing at all the antics that were going on. "Grandfather... I need you to do me a favor..."
Later that night, after most had left...
"Come on, then, teach me all your tricks," Reborn ordered without even blinking, looking serious and giving his student a deadly look.
Tsuna sighed deeply. Now why was Reborn so upset? He hadn't done anything wrong... for all he knew. Leon, from Reborn's hat, smiled mysteriously. This would be interesting, very interesting. If Leon could have screamed, perhaps he would have, but Tsuna only laughed lightly and said:
"Cute, isn't it?" Tsuna hadn't really done anything, just activated his Hyper Dying Will Mode.
Oh, yes, cute, cute, cute~
"Shoot or throw something whenever you want, but only once." Tsuna thought it was a bit funny how Leon was acting. Apparently, he was super happy to see him wear the gloves or see them work... or both. Although he had to admit that they were very comfortable. Leon continued to sing "cute" in his head. Those gloves had turned out wonderfully, and the best thing was that Tsuna no longer had any excuse to forget them and brutally hurt himself again.
"I said only one...!" he complained, dodging bullets as best he could. Reborn had no compassion.
Still shooting, Reborn smiled ominously. By the third bullet, the "invisible shield" had disappeared, but Reborn continued to shoot as if nothing had happened, watching his student perform Matrix-style stunts. It was so funny.
"...You'll pay me for them," Leon transformed into a shotgun. "Right now."
Tsuna didn't even blink. He had just kicked a shelf, and several books had fallen on the baby, who only had to move a few steps to avoid it. Well, he wanted to see the X-Dragon... and he was tired of dodging so many bullets. How many bullets could Leon shoot per second, anyway? Apparently, he never needed to reload. This would only end when Reborn got tired of shooting, which could take days if he was lucky.
"...The damn 'little dragon'..." Reborn murmured with a somewhat diabolical smile.
Two hours later, Reborn had tried anything he could think of to get through the dragon, but nothing seemed to work, at least for the first hour. Apparently, the dragon was losing its "defense" the more time passed—that is, the more tired Tsuna was. A good hit with something heavy on the head would do wonders in piercing a part of the dragon... at least until they melted due to heat. Cutting a piece was useless because it regenerated as if nothing had happened.
It was a sad thing, but that dragon was pure appearance. It did almost no harm at all, that is, if it managed to bite something. Unless Tsuna was not demonstrating the true capabilities of that technique, which was quite possible given the conditions they were in, the dragon was only scary, only in the attack zone. Although he was good at it with his appearance, roars, and ability to fly, that's not counting the capabilities that were already known. A good way to scare enemies or buy time, but not to end a fight.
"Enough, I don't want you to faint from exhaustion." Keeping a shape like that for so long must have left a mark, especially if that thing was pure flames concentrated like compressed air in a bottle.
"Understood." Wasn't it that he was irrational? Another lie for the list, but you couldn't blame him.
"Tired, or can we continue?" Because he had some questions and a new training plan in his head.
A faint smile followed by a punch was his response—a very good response. Although he had to admit it, this time he wasn't seriously fighting; he was just playing, or more specifically, humoring him. Apparently, he would have to destroy his TV when he was watching the penguins or some series he enjoyed to have a catastrophic fight like that. This Tsuna was strong, there was no doubt, but apparently he had to have a very good reason (for him) to fight seriously.
"Any attack techniques?" Leon transformed into a sledgehammer. "Not everything can be defense; it's impossible... Blam! Why would someone like you focus so much on defense?" Half-jokingly, he had a good idea why.
Tsuna smiled sadly for a second while on the ground, before quickly getting up to avoid being turned into toilet paper. That mallet had to weigh like 10 tons... or at least that's how it felt. It was a good thing that he still had a tranquilizer in his system, or else... ugh, he didn't even want to think about it. You have no idea, Reborn-san, you have no idea... he thought, remembering how many times the X-Dragon had chased away dozens of assassins in the mansion, or how much easier it had been for him to kill the weakest first while avoiding being hurt by the strongest. The X-Cloak had also been very useful; the assassins loved to use rifles for some strange reason.
"X-Pulse." A palm was directed at him, and Reborn didn't have time to get out of range when he found himself on a wall, on the ground, and in some sort of semi-crater.
"Offense?" he asked himself as he stood up. It was a good technique to push the enemy away and it was quite simple... But it was not yet an attacking technique. "Attack, Dame-Tsuna, or have you even thought of one?"
In the future, he had a lot of free time apparently, and a good imagination to create these techniques... but none was to do harm. One was pure defense, the other was defense/terror/surprise, and the other was offense/surprise. He had to have developed at least one attacking technique. Why wouldn't he?
"X..." Reborn automatically used the shield deck, and thank goodness he did. "Shattered Crystal." But it wasn't enough.
Why wasn't it enough? It was something quite simple but complicated: how the hell did you evade a lot of projectiles made of flames, and by the way, they seemed to have a kind of radar because they were following him at a fairly fast speed. The good thing was that it wasn't huge or they were like mini lasers because if not—
"X..." Reborn was seen in a crater on the ground due to the strength of the impact. "Claws..."
Maybe he was wrong.
"X-Hold." Yes, he was wrong in a big way.
To top it off, Tsuna took out the chain that Leon had given him and wound it on top of the other bindings he had created with his flames before Reborn found a way to break them. That chain was indestructible, and from what he could see, it could also be infinite, although he didn't think it would go to those extremes. It was more like chewing gum: it could stretch quite a bit, but it reached a point where you couldn't stretch it any further.
"Do you give up?" Tsuna asked out of mere courtesy, knowing from experience that Reborn would be free in a matter of minutes.
"...I like it. Where did you get the idea?" Especially the projectiles, although the claws did much, much more damage.
"Well..." Reborn raised an eyebrow. Was he shy now? Oh, maybe... "X-Shattered Crystal is what you saw, lots of tear-like flames, chasing you. They don't last long because they don't have that much power; what they have is quantity..." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I saw it in a video game and I tried to make them... It didn't work very well, but hey..."
No, this was a lie, no matter how you looked at it, but he didn't say anything. He would have a good reason to lie about this too... On his own, he shouldn't have even shown him any of this in the first place, but he did, and he already had some ideas of what to show his Student-Dame when he left. Actually, Reborn-san... you were the one with the idea... and you made me suffer for half a year..., Tsuna cried internally. That was hell, but it had been worth it in the long run.
"...I guess you got the claws from a video game too..." But he wasn't using them well. He could do a lot more damage than that... "...You need speed to use them and a lot of focus that you don't have, not to mention more impact force..." But the idea was pretty good, though... He also had quite a few obscure reasons why he would want something like that.
However, he did not intend to let that unknown future be born if he could help it, and so he had to get all the information he could... both good and bad. And from what he could see, Tsuna had some confidence in all of them, and a little more in him and... That only made him feel a little bad, but Tsuna must have expected something like this from the beginning. He was quite smart when he wanted to be. Then again, he had to keep things that way. This Tsuna was much more open when he was happy about what he could see, and much less lonely and hurtful. Maybe he was dealing with a teenager? No, probably not. The knowledge he presented indicated that he was already an adult. Maybe he just had self-esteem issues... Moreover, he could not put his finger on the real problem.
"Very good..." Tsuna wasn't the only one with a lot of imagination, apparently. He never thought you could make chains in the style of chewing gum. Leon deserved a chocolate cake. "Let's start your training. 'Focus' will be our first objective."
"Good morning, Juudaime!" Yamamoto greeted, arriving in the room with a huge smile.
"Uhhmm uh..." was Tsuna's only response, his face half-hidden on his desk, showing his exhaustion and sleepiness.
Seeing this, Yamamoto smiled nervously before giving a brief greeting and covering Gokudera's mouth, changing the questions of concern for his boss into a dispute involving fireworks. He didn't want a grumpy Tsuna this early in the morning, though if Gokudera used his fireworks, his strategy would go to hell, and he would have wasted his time and perhaps caused something even worse than what Gokudera alone could have created.
From his desk, Tsuna raised his head and looked at his friends, wanting to hang them for making so much noise right next to him, as if he needed to hear everything in luxury and detail. He sighed deeply and dropped his head back into his arms, exhausted and not wanting to move a single millimeter. The training had been... brutal, but that wasn't his biggest problem. The real issue was that it had lasted until four in the morning, giving him only two hours of rest, with his body aching from the beatings.
"I heard, Tsuna. Look at this." He heard the voice with great emotion.
With a tired sigh, he stopped signing and raised his head to see what Takeshi had brought. Maybe he would even take a break from so much paperwork; he was almost done with everyone's. Kaboom!
"...Ma Ma, I'll go give you the 'Tuna talk.' Don't worry." Takeshi scratched his neck nervously before handing him the paper he held and going out to see what the hell had happened this time and bring him the corresponding paperwork.
Oh yes, he couldn't miss this week's famous kaboom. It had been very quiet, actually. He sighed heavily and looked at the paper with reluctance; he was tired and wanted to sleep. He had been so close... He sighed again and almost wanted to cry, but he was already more than used to this. He blinked several times. This had to be a joke... here, in Italy? Really, that would be incredible. His smile fell when he saw the time and date. He couldn't go even if he wanted to. At that point in space and time, there was a general meeting of the entire alliance.
"And then—"
"I will organize everything for them to go." He simply said before putting the paper aside and holding out his hand, waiting for the new documents he had to sign.
"Organize? But I already have all the tickets—wait..." He didn't want to look at his friend's face, so he just continued signing. "Aren't you going?"
As a kind of custom, he received the paperwork and placed it next to the pile he was currently signing. It took him almost a minute to reply, feeling Takeshi's worried gaze on him, but refraining from speaking until he heard his reasons. He sighed deeply and answered without looking up or stopping:
"There's a meeting..." He didn't bother to say the obvious; he wasn't in the mood to joke. "It's not rescheduled..." he added before the other person in the room could open their mouth and suggest changing the date.
Several minutes passed in silence. He didn't know why he felt so bad now; this wasn't the first time this had happened. In fact, he had even lost count.
"...We bought the tickets." He felt a hand on his, stopping him from signing. "First class." Takeshi took the pen from him and put it aside. "We've arranged the transport..." The hand went to his chin and forced him to look up. "The security measures..." Takeshi seemed sad, but he was still smiling. How he hated to see those faces. "Hayato already talked to the other families too... The meeting was rescheduled a few days ago."
In short, they had taken care of everything so that he could go.
"It's been almost eight months with you locked up here. If you continue like this, you will become some kind of vampire or werewolf." It wasn't his fault; there was too much work to do, and he hadn't been able to get out since it became official that he was the Tenth Vongola. Too many meetings, assassination attempts... "Make sure you put on your best clothes, and forget about it—" He watched almost in shock as Takeshi practically threw his desk on the floor. "Forget about work for a while; we'll take care of it." Why are you laughing?
"...Only Hayato knows how to do this well," he smiled slightly.
Kyoya wouldn't. Mukuro would use them for targeting. Lambo would use them for coloring. Onii-chan would sign them in the EXTREME, and he would have to ask for copies again to sign them. Takeshi would get bored quickly. Chrome... she wasn't even here at the moment, and if Mukuro was, he would have to be there to ask her for that...
"Ma Ma, you can't blame us; your job is super boring..." He grimaced and stifled a laugh. Oh yes, it was pretty boring, he admitted, but it was also very—Blam!
"I'm very sorry, Juu—"
"It's okay, Hayato, it's okay..." How many times did this happen per week? He had already lost count.
"...Did you throw away your Juudaime's desk?" He blinked at the calmness of the question—the calm before the storm.
"Ehhh, not exactly..." "If I said that Takeshi was the one who—"
"Ma Ma, it was me. Tsuna was being stubborn."
He felt a vein burst. That it was me who was being stubborn, huh?
"No, no, and don't even think about it. If you do, you will sign all the papers that come, so—"
"With pleasure, Juudaime."
Well, at least this time he didn't have to sign all the paperwork that would come after this disaster. He wisely left the room before the fight became more catastrophic, or he was hurt by some silly thing or a piece of his office that was being torn apart piece by piece right now. He sighed deeply. They had a huge training room; there were actually several... why the hell didn't they use it instead of pulverizing his poor office for the seventh time this month?
"Welcome, Tenth-sama!" He smiled slightly. No matter how many times he said to simply call him Tsuna, they still insisted on calling him Decimo-sama for some reason. "Do you want something to eat, to drink?"
"Something simple would be fine. I haven't eaten—"
"Right away, Lord!" The maid bent down once more and rushed off into the kitchen before she could finish.
He sighed in amusement and decided to sit down. He just hoped they weren't going to overdo it once again. He didn't have a big appetite; he was just going to eat so he wouldn't be forced to later and because, frankly, he was losing weight. And they didn't make it easy for him either; instead of stopping destroying things so that she didn't have so much paperwork, it seemed that they did it on purpose. It was also his own fault for worrying more about paperwork than himself, thanks to constant death threats from Reborn, who showed up at least once a week... but he never knew when.
"Bon appétit, Tenth-sama." He blinked, only to see the maid smiling sweetly at him and a large plate of food. "We'll bring you dessert in a moment." She left before he could tell her that dessert was not necessary.
Inwardly, he sighed. They had exaggerated again. Without many options, because he did not want to make the chefs feel bad, he proceeded to eat.
"Kufufufu..." Oh, great. "...but look who we have here..." He sighed inwardly again; he hated when they picked on him while he ate. "Finally, you deign us with your presence, Vongola, and it was time. Look at that skin; you look like chalk." Don't hit him, don't hit him... "And that you went out? I don't think you finished the paperwork, not after Mr. Pajarito and my beautiful person had a little argument that ended up blowing up the east—ouch, the room..."
"Mess with my appearance as much as you want, with my food even, but don't take away what I'm putting in my mouth..." He wasn't in the best of moods.
"Kufufufu..." He sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. Apparently, his companion would continue to make fun of him. "...okay, Vongola, I'll assume that they have blown up your office again."
"...How do you know?" It seemed suspicious to him.
"There is smoke coming from that direction through the window," was the simple answer.
Apparently, Hayato decided to spend all his dynamite for the week on Takeshi... At least there weren't many personal belongings in that place, and all the paperwork would fall on Hayato, or else... He was probably hanging them at this very moment with the—
"So, are you going to go?" Mukuro asked, stealing half a steak.
Maybe that's why the cooks always exaggerated, because now that he thought about it, every time he came to eat alone, someone would always come to "share" the food with him.
"If everything is solved..." Because if there was an impromptu meeting or something like that... no.
"Kufufufu... You should have more faith in that lapdog you have, even though the idea was the other idiot's." He smiled in amusement and clarified:
"Only Chrome and the maids wear a skirt or two here, Mukuro. What are you implying?" He half-joked while drinking some wine. It felt pretty good.
"You also wear a skirt from time to time, Vongola, kufufufu..." Sadly... he was right.
"Reborn's fault, not mine." Costumes here, costumes there... Cosplay!
"Like father, like father, kufufufu..."
He was going to answer when the doors opened suddenly.
"Perverted pineapple, stop stealing Juudaime's food!" Great, another fight.
"But it's tasty, and Tsu-chan is too kind to tell me no..." Tsu-chan? Yes, a fight for sure.
"Go somewhere else if you're going to fight or blow something up." He complained, drinking more wine. At this rate, he was going to get drunk on purpose. "If they don't let me relax in peace, maybe I'll get drunk after blowing the face of the two of you..." Speaking of flying... "Kyoya, could you arrest these two for a while?"
"Ju-Juudaime!" He laughed a little; that face of betrayal was funny.
"What did I do to deserve to go to prison, Tsu-chan?" The illusionist cried on his shirt.
From the corner of the room, a figure came to light.
"You prevented me from relaxing, and maybe I should order a juice... I drank a glass and I feel ready to start jumping around the room..." He hadn't had alcohol in a long time, but...
"Oops, I think that's our Tenth-sama's fault. We added a relaxant in his food..." The girl was bringing a tray of tiramisu. "He looked a bit stressed, so... Please don't bother!"
"Hm, he's just upset with those two because he doesn't want to move from there." That was totally true! "And he'll surely fall asleep there, so instead of making unnecessary apologies, take precautions to take him to his room."
"Wait, Hi—"
"Speak and I will bite you to death, herbivore."
No matter the place, time, or circumstances, Kyoya never seemed to change. She frowned slightly before taking another bite. Now even the servants were plotting against him. At least they weren't sleeping pills.
"...What the hell are you doing?" he asked half-awake.
"N-Nothing," Yamamoto replied hurriedly, hiding something behind his back.
With curiosity and laziness, he looked at him, silently wondering what the hell the baseball player had done, and apparently, Gokudera and Kyoko too, because they were laughing in a sneaky, but not very covert, way.
"At least tell me that they made me a cat or something nice..." Really, and I thought that those days of doing bad things to me were over... Tsuna thought with a smile, almost laughing.
"...Not upset?" That face was almost a lover's face... it was scary.
"Why should I be?" It rather makes me very happy that they have that confidence... even though obviously that is for the Tsuna of this time...
"Ta-da!" Yamamoto couldn't help it. When he started to lose his wise smile, he decided to make one last design on his face.
If they had made him happy just by doing him a little evil, then he must keep it that way, even if he had to attack him with markers to achieve it. That mind was surely dangerous. What had gone through his head?
"You're a tiger, Juudaime..." Because he couldn't have more black stripes on his face.
"...A tiger..." He murmured softly before smiling bigger and stretching, still sleepy.
"Are you hungry? I don't see that you brought food today..." He hadn't even brought a backpack this time.
"I'm just tired. I was training with Reborn until four in the morning or so..." Hunger wouldn't even cross his mind until he had a long rest. "I'm going to the bathroom. Are they going to the terrace, right?"
With that said, Tsuna got up and left, leaving them quite confused about what had just happened. It was quite strange, considering that the Tsuna of this time would have screamed to the sky and then had them come down to questions before finally calming down and then wiping the marker. Although... until four in the morning?!
"I would have stayed at home sleeping..." Yamamoto muttered to himself, but the other two nodded, a little scared.
Tsuna didn't look as beaten and battered as he was supposed to look if Reborn spent so many hours with him training. It was something quite strange for what they knew... but again, this Tsuna was a Tsuna of the future; he would already have a few tricks up his sleeve to prevent Reborn from using him as a cleaning cloth or as a target shooting. In the bathroom, Tsuna sighed quite happily. It felt strange, but it wasn't a bad feeling. Maybe it was because of the time when he didn't smile so much, maybe, or maybe not, but in any case, he didn't care at all. He loved this time. Everything was so simple, so simple, and so free, not to say happy...
Tsuna stopped smiling for a moment and looked carefully at his reflection. He could see a teenager with brown hair on it, his young and healthy face striped in many places, with a whisker and a black nose. He looked like a tiger with many stripes of shapes. Why in the future couldn't things be as they are at this time? Why? Was it work, lack of time, or perhaps something else?
He looked down, unable to help himself... maybe it was just because he was a murderer? In general, all he had to do to make everything the way it was at this time was not to kill? It didn't make sense to ask himself that now; you couldn't change anything... but he couldn't help wondering. Was he an idiot, apart from a monster, for wishing everything was as simple as this time? Because he really wanted things to be like that in his time too.
He killed not only for the simple pleasure of doing it; no, that was something he acquired over the years, an acquired taste if you can put it that way. In reality, he had started with protection, because simply the other methods were not possible to use, to do, and/or did not work, not because he simply wanted it that way and nothing more. And it wasn't even, at first, self-protection; no, not at all, although his well-being was included in the package. Yes, it is true that he broke a few promises, but it was his choice to break them to lose the lives of his loved ones or allow something to hurt them, either physically or mentally.
Now it was nothing but guilty pleasure. He wouldn't change anything if he didn't kill, and he wouldn't change if he killed, as simple as that... So, why not just kill and that's it? Not only was it much easier, but it would have fewer murderers behind it thanks to the bad reputation it was acquiring over the years... Ha, Neo Vongola Primo? One of the best bosses in history? The dumbest, most innocent, and kind mobster of the time? A powerful but benevolent boss? The only mafioso unwilling to kill? That was no longer worth anything now, never was worth it, and never will. He was nothing but a monster; he was nothing more than that, and so he was going to die. But at least they were fine; it was their only consolation.
It was almost ironic to think that he had become such a disgusting and despicable creature by them. He had filled his hands, body, and soul with blood for them. He had given up his "innocence" (when he killed for the first time that went down the drain too) for them. And the only thing he got in return was fear, hatred... How cruel life could be sometimes. It was something stupid, in his humble opinion. Fear? He was a weak man and useless; killing him should be very easy... but he was still alive for some reason. There were many more things he didn't understand, but the only thing he was sure of was: the pain and sadness were worth it because they were alive.
"...Hey?" he asked stupidly after a strange blow that took him out of his thoughts. "Sara?" The cockroach only flew closer before moving away, twice, and then flew near the door.
Sara was the only cockroach that had guided him before... if that cockroach was not Sara then it must have been a son or a cousin... Without thinking, he followed the cockroach.