Title : Look Through Orange Eyes

Chapter 1 : Who he is.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was different. He always had been.

No. Not because he was 'dame' or a borderline failure in everything he does. Not because he was an embarrassment to society or the joke of God Himself.

He had orange glowing eyes that can see a world invisible to others.

Fading figures comforting the wailers holding the hand of a dying beloved in their hospital bed.

A lone shadow-less silhouette standing, staring at the familiar bloody body on the road after a road accident.

Screaming shadows desperately trying to get the attention of humans walking in a busy street. Their screams always fell on deaf ears as those who had physical bodies passed through them.

Ghostly people leaning against tombstones as if they were only sleeping peacefully, but Tsuna could see chains holding them to the ground, forbidding them to fully move on to the afterlife; be it heaven or hell.

Yes. Sawada Tsunayoshi can see spirits.

He hated being the only one able to see these so-called imaginary friends, hated not being able to share that beautiful yet painful world with anyone.

Nobody believed him. Everybody made fun of him, mocking the freak for talking to the wall or avoiding empty spaces. They teased him till day ends and the sky's cycle repeats. Sometimes would they turn physically violent towards the tiny brunet just for the laugh of it.

Many hated poor Dame-Tsuna, the no-good 'kid' who can't do anything right, who still talked to imaginary friends since he had none.

Useless as he was, he never did anything wrong. He never hurt anything or anyone. So why did people automatically act very negative towards him?

Even his mother became the neighborhood's topic of mockery. Thank goodness for his mother's obliviousness or else… or else… or else what? There's nothing his weak-ass dame self could do.

He hated it. He hated the living world's hostility.

But he never hated his ability to see spirits... most of the times.

Being around them, Tsuna feel free despite the many times his life almost ended because of said spirits. Each time a spirit latched itself onto Tsuna, it would slowly feed on the boy's life force until he removed their regrets. To summarize the whole situation, the longer they stayed, the shorter his life would be.

Tsuna knew of the price he had to pay every time a spirit 'possesses' him, and he knew he'll die if he allowed them to latch onto him for long periods of time. He either had to eliminate their life regrets or exorcise them with the power that comes naturally to him.

Of course, he preferred the previous option, not that exorcising is difficult, but because he wanted to help the spirits move on.

Technically speaking, to Sawada Tsunayoshi, spirits are parasites feeding off his life force. But he didn't mind. He loved the dead too much to let their suffering drag on.

Death shouldn't be painful. Death shouldn't be filled with regrets. When one had to cross the afterlife, the world should send them off with a smile, not bound them in an open prison where they can never walk free, void of their own living or dead body.

Tsuna wanted to break as much of those chains as possible. He wanted them to be free. For that, he'll do everything he can to get them to the other side.

It wasn't his given duty nor a compulsory to lift the regrets of spirits. He did it because he can, and he loved seeing the last smiles spirits gave him after being released from their shackles of regret. Tsuna's own soul melt with joy and relief.

For every soul he helped, for better or worse, he sent them off with a smile straight from his heart. 'Everyone should be free.' he believed. With boundless sincerity reaching beyond the realm of living, as long as the dead is at peace as they should, Tsuna was perfectly content with his life.

He wouldn't ask for anything more.

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Somewhere in Italy, the world's number 1 hitman boarded a jet as he looked at his future student's picture one more time. Everything about the boy in the picture screamed 'dame'.

Scrawny, short, plain, weak.

According to Vongola informants, Sawada Tsunayoshi had no talent in anything whatsoever, zero athletic skills, academic scores below 20, friendless, often seen monologuing, etc.

The last few bit seemed a little creepy.

'Great. Someone worse than Dino.'

"Worse, but not impossible." the hitman told himself.

A/N :

~ Short first chapter is short. I'm not sure how long/short future chapters will be.

~ I use a single dot as a line-break since ffnet is a butt sometimes and those lines won't show.

~ Bound to be OOC since Tsuna lived an entirely different life compared to the original manga.

~ I cry for my English grammar. English is my third language and understanding its grammar is very… askfjbaskfja. I don't have a beta, so please bear with me. Q_Q)

R.I.P. English.

~ There will be no OCs. No ghostly childhood friend. No demon working in a coffee shop who happened to know what Tsuna can do. No personal summons who became Tsuna's familiar/servant or something like that.

Heads up. Giotto will make an appearance, though it will only be him. The rest of Primo's guardian had… moved on…?

~ First KHR fic posted. Please tell me if it's weird.

( pisses me off when an author's note feels longer than the actual chapter *kicked by everybody* )

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