6 year old Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to be free. Like the sky. Away from the drunk bastard he called his father. Away from that abusive whore he called his mother.

I want to run away.

But where on earth could he go? He was still a child. He would only be sent back to the prison cell he called home. And so he put up with his life. He put up with the horrible parenting and bullying at school. He learned how to fight at the age of 9. He graduated high school at 10. But in all the years of his life he never smiled. Oh sure, he plastered on a fake smile when needed, but he never truly smiled. Not once. Ever. And when his parents oh so coincidently disappeared, he finally obtained a reason to be free. And when his neighbors asked what he was going to do for the funeral, he spat out with venom, eyes flashing orange,

"I don't give a shit."

He was free. He could go wherever he wanted.

Or so he thought.

He was still 10. He needed a guardian. And so he was sent to Esente Orphanage.

Gokudera Hayato, age 10, had a life most kids would envy. He lived in a mansion. He had maids and butlers. But he didn't have a mother. She died of an incurable disease, and left little Hayato all alone in the world. To remember her by, all he had was the piano. And what of his father? His father treated him like an object on display, to be looked at, but never touched.

And he hated it.

Hayato ran away. Far away. Until he was caught by the police for carrying weapons. Dynamite, to be exact. As a result, he was sent to Esente Orphanage.

Yamamoto Takeshi was an ordinary 11 year old boy. He enjoyed life. Until that fated day. In the middle of one of his father's kendo lessons, a yakuza group called the Vendetta came in the dojo. One of its members tried to shoot Takeshi, but the shot was blocked. By the body of his father. That day, Takeshi lost his parents.

I hate them.

Later that month, on the news, the reporter announced that the yakuza group, Vendetta was completely wiped out. Oh, revenge was so bittersweet.

Takeshi was still young. He needed someone to take care of him. However, he did not want to bother his relatives. He went to an orphanage and said,

"My parents are dead."

That orphanage's name was Esente.

Hibari Kyoya age 12

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(Ok this is hard…)

He disliked crowds. His parents were crowding. They were also herbivores. The magic words,

"I will bite you to death"

sent him to Esente Orphanage.

Rokudo Mukuro and Chrome Dokuro age 11 and 9, respectively, were sold by their parents to scientists who wanted to create the ultimate weapon. The siblings endured painful experiments. Day in and day out. One day, the scientists finally succeeded. Let's say there were no survivors.

We're free.

They knocked on the door of Esente Orphanage and smiled,

"Hello~"

One day in Esente Orphange, the doorbell rang. Elena, the person in charge opened the door. Outside, there was a basket containing a 1 year old and a note.

This is Lambo.

That was all.

So~ how'd I do? It wasn't too bad right? Yay first fanfiction~ Hope you like. Sorry if Tsuna was too OoC. ^^" Hanasaku out.