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'Am I dead?'

In an endlessly white room, there lays a clear, glass cube. A child can be seen sitting there, hugging his knees and gently waking. As his eyes fully-opened, he unblinkingly stared off into space, into the absolute white darkness. He slowly smiled at the air, at the nothingness. Closing his eyes, he ventured back to his deep slumber.

"Am I dead?" was the first thing he let his mouth utter. And he realized- he had just spoken. Clearly voice still intact.

He wasn't dead.

Sighing in obvious irritation, he looked around and couldn't help but feel like puking.

White. White, white everywhere. It was starting to get absolutely blinding.

Oh how much he hates white.

Why was he still alive anyway? He was so sure that that rusted pole staked through his heart.

Tsuna was on his way to Namimori Middle School. Though the sky was crowdingly cloudy, the sun was awfully high as well. He looked up and tried his best to gaze at the heavens. He couldn't help but squint and automatically shield his wide brown orbs with his right arm.

'…Too bright…' the petite male thought.

Though he was smaller than an average teenager his age, he certainly didn't look like one to be messed with. He was wearing his uniform quite sluggishly. His white crumpled polo was untucked and his tie looked like it was trying its best just to stay in knot. His hair was a wild mess of unruly brown, spikes pointing to every possible direction. Bandages, cuts and bruises covered a part of his face and an entirety of his arms. With his bag slung carelessly on his shoulder he continued his painstakingly slow pace to Namimori-chuu.

He continued on his way, mentally preparing himself for another onslaught of challengers who just came out of nowhere and demanded he fight them. He tried to refuse, and not have to fight, really. It's not like it was his intention to be the 'guy to beat' in the delinquent circle of this town. He was getting tired. Why didn't they challenge Hibari Kyoya instead? The disciplinary prefect was obviously the one who practically controlled the whole place. Sighing, he shook his head coming to remember the fact that that same discipline demon just suddenly attacks him at times as well.

He really shouldn't have fought back that one day. He had endured so, so long, if only he could've endured just a little bit more, he probably wouldn't have turned out like this:

Sawada Tsunayoshi, also known as 'The Berserker'.

Though if he was honest, he kinda thanked and appreciated that his nickname of some sorts did actually sound a bit cool. He was labelled as 'The Bersrker' because of how he generally acted. When one looks at Sawada Tsunayoshi, they'd think he was just spacing out or plain sleepy. However, when someone tries to physically harm him he's quick to react, his droopy eyes would go sharp and would icily glare at whoever that someone is (except for some exceptions to be seen at a later time.) and would counter-attack, he'd go 'berserk' whispers and murmurs apparently said. He respected those who would fight him alone, saying stuff about honor and stuff that he really doesn't think about at all (the reason he respects them, actually, because they have a sense of pride, which he thinks he doesn't really have, he just mostly acts impulsively anyway). There are some challengers though, that would attack him in large groups, he dislikes dealing with those groups, it's not like he had faced a group he couldn't handle before, but bandages and first-aid materials costs a lot, damn.

Tsuna was just contemplating on how meaningless his life had become filled with nothing but fights, barely passing grades, and a very huge lack of people in his life -yes, Sawada Tsunayoshi's friend count has been at zero ever since- when he remembered how exactly he turned out like this. Before, when he was much younger his failure at making friends had been caused by his inability to do absolutely anything correctly. Ah yes, he so-clearly remembers his 'Dame-Tsuna' days. Being 'Dame-Tsuna' sucked, really. Tripping for more than eight times a day, completely failing all his subjects, getting bullied, getting bullied all the time, going home with tears and bruises all the time. It really, really, really sucked. He just took it all in as the years went by. That one day though, he didn't know he could punch like that until he did.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day, he mused. Right on schedule, he was at the back of the school ready to receive his beating for being so 'dame' and because the pack of larger boys his age needed money to go and play at the arcade. After the usual sneers and jeers at his worthlessness, they started punching him. The first punch was directly to his gut. He took that punch to the gut everyday but he still felt his knees wobble, and he spiralled to the ground clutching his aching middle. Next would be the kicks the three boys would give him all at the same time. His legs, the back of his head (and sometimes to the face too), the middle he was still clutching. Tsuna would never in his whole life forget the mantra he endlessly used to chant in his mind, 'It will all be over soon. It will all be over soon. It will all be over soon.'.

Then the bully said something about his mom. The fucking piece of shit actually had the gall to insult Sawada Nana, the only good person in Tsuna's world, the only person there for him. Sawada Nana was the only reason he was still alive. Heck, his mom was the only reason he hadn't committed suicide at that time yet.

After that comment though, he could only vaguely remembered everything else that happened. He had somehow stood up and punched the leader of the bullies so hard that it left a mark on his face and did almost the same to the two others. It was weird really, he could remember the other two guys throwing him punches but he had been able to dodge, much sooner he realized he acted purely on instinct. Intuition, perhaps?

He started learning how to fight after that. He just knew he would encounter the same situation in the near future. So, after that little scuffle with the - he belatedly discovered- small fry bullies, more came after him. His everyday beating turned into everyday fighting until one day, this gang (a particularly large, rising in the ranks gang) had targeted him. By that time though, Tsuna decided that he shouldn't just keep on fighting, his mom had practically pleaded him to stop the other day he went home bloodied. He tried to reason out with them, saying that he was done with the fighting, and had accidentally slipped out about his mom. That slip-up was the biggest mistake of his life. Alas, the gang all started saying shit about his mom.

All hell broke loose after that. He went berserk and annihilated the whole gang. News spread fast in a relatively small town like Namimori.

'Dame-Tsuna' became 'The Berserker' overnight.

When Sawada Nana had heard of this, she was furious, silently so. She was so disappointed and the look in her eyes when she looked at her son made him feel so devastated. He never saw her so mad before. Sawada Nana did not scream at him, nor did she slap him. All she did was look at him, the bright light in her eyes completely replaced by the darkest glare he's ever seen. He tried to apologize and explain. She didn't listen. At that point in time Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know what to do with his life anymore. The one person who cares for him, who loves him, the only light to his dim life had shut off.

Sawada Nana flew to Italy a few weeks later and hasn't come back since.

With yet another exasperated sigh, Tsuna kicked a pebble that had found its way in his. Sometimes, like now, he'd think about how he would probably still be everyone's favourite gopher if not for that event of his life. Though he wasn't bullied anymore, no one even dared to, it was all technically still the same as before. Sure, he wasn't 'Dame' anymore. The battles he got into helped him a whole lot. The routine of go to school alone, eat lunch alone, fight some stranger, fight Hibari Kyoya sometimes (a lot of pain and muscle ache included in this package), and finally go home, once again, alone. Still no friends, no father, and well, no mother as well, yeah. The only difference now is that he finds himself not really caring anymore.

He doesn't need any other people in his life.

He was fairly close to school, the thought entered his mind as a tiny little meow caught his attention. His eyes, still droopy and hazy quickly blinked to life as he heard a loud honk approaching.

Huge truck.

Meowing cat.

Truck.

Cat.

Shit.

Going into a sprint, he scooped up the cat which refused to move and they landed safely on the other side. There were more 'meows' echoing, albeit much weaker. Lady Luck apparently hated him today. The cat didn't want to move because of her new born kittens. And why, in tarnation's hell were those kittens laying somewhere not between the large space where even if the tuck passed by they wouldn't be harmed? Lady Luck absolutely loathed him today.

Just as he reached the little kitten and scooped them into his bruised arms, the huge truck suddenly swerved and missed him and the unlucky kittens. Tsuna let out a sigh of relief until— pain. He could barely feel a thing when his dull eyes pinpointed the source of the pain causing numbness. His polo had blood splattered all over, continuously flowing, dripping down to the floor. What was that metal thing that had speared him through his heart? A fucking pole with a pointed edge? Seriously? He barely registered many facts as he was falling to the ground; the alarmed shout of some person, the kittens he had saved wailing(?) at his feet, and the clacking sounds of numerous metal poles all around him.

All he could think was, ' So I'm going to die now, huh. '

Tsuna faintly winced at the memory of the pole stabbing through his heart. But what the hell had just happened? He's supposed to be dead.

"Why the hell am I still alive?" he muttered in monotone, staring at the white sheets all around him.

-To be continued(?)-

Soooooo. This was something cooped up in my files for quite some time now. It wasn't originally supposed to be like this, but yeah. I just wanted to know if this story can become something good...? Should I Continue this?

((I have so other on-going stories but this has been in my laptop for a reaaallly long time. ))