Hello!

I came back again with another fic. This one was inspired by the song Astronaut by Simple Plan.

Hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman REBORN!

"And tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut

Sending SOS from this tiny box

And I lost all signal when I lifted off

Now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot"

— Astronaut (Simple Plan)

Things weren't like this before.

Tsunayoshi was sure of this and even as a little child with no great knowledge, he could tell that something was wrong. The brunet boy didn't have to be smart to feel. He knew that a kid of his age shouldn't be tripping over the thin air every time they walked, nor should they struggle so much to talk without stuttering. But this was the least, he could live with it. The cold he felt, in other hand, was unbearable.

Where had the warmth inside of him gone to?

It was cold.

Tsu-kun didn't like this feeling. He liked the fire that burned inside of his body and gave him the warmth he needed. He felt protected and loved. It was wrong to be without it — he was wrong with no fire — and mama said wrong things were bad. Tsu-kun didn't want to be bad (surely the villains on TV didn't have the fire if they were so bad and Tsuna was not going to be like them).

Since grandpa had touched his forehead with his finger, Tsuna lost something. And this something was Tsuna's everything.

The young kid lost his ground, his sky, his warmth, his self.

After that day — moment, to be exact — everything was a little off like he was in the space. He couldn't walk straight, there was no ground; he couldn't look up, there was no sky; he couldn't talk, there was no sound; he couldn't breathe, there was no air. He was alone in the big freezing space and no one noticed it.

Why was that happening to him? Had he done something wrong?

Tsu-kun didn't know, but he would apologize right away if he could have what he had before.

The brunet even asked his mother if she could find his fire, because mama could find anything in seconds in a way that made Tsu-kun think that mothers had magical powers. But she couldn't even understand him no matter how many times he explained to her.

Now people would always find the boy looking around as if he was trying to find something, and maybe it was true. He was trying to find what he lost, but he also was being cautious, afraid of losing something else, of being stolen like before (yes, Tsu-kun came to the conclusion the grandpa Timoteo had stolen him). But more than anything, Tsuna was scared. How could he not be when the little voice in his head that always helped him when he needed suddenly stopped?

He remembers that before he would hear a little whispers inside of his head telling him what he should or shouldn't do, if it was safe to go outside or if someone was dangerous. Always this voice would speak and save him and his mama, but now it was gone and Tsuna was very, very afraid of this silence. It was almost as if it deafened him.

And thus, the boy grew scared of pretty much everything, always flinching and letting little screams escape from his mouth. With this behavior and his lack of balance, he was known as Dame-Tsuna.

Such nickname hurt the poor little Tsuna, after all it was created to mock him, however what hurt the most was when some people used it not out of malice, but as if they were stating a fact, like saying that the sky was blue. Those people weren't trying to be mean to him like the bullies and it hurt to know that some just gave up on him.

It was in those moments that the brunet remembered that he was alone and no one understood him. No one, not even his mother, knew that without his flame he could do nothing. It was almost as if he was dead and maybe it was true. Sure, he didn't know what death felt like, but Tsuna was so tired and cold. He just wanted his flame back.

But the years passed and nothing. And so he started to forget. Forget that things were wrong, that they shouldn't be like this. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't the Dame-Tsuna, when he wasn't tripping, when he wasn't being kicked or pushed aside, when he wasn't receiving those sad looking from his mother; he couldn't remember.

Tsuna got used, so used that the wrong was right.

He stopped trying to get back what he was his, he stopped looking for it, because how could he search for something that didn't exist? It was impossible, but it was alright. Things were always like this, right? It was nothing like he was different before, right? So it was okay.

Nothing was wrong.

(But everything was.)

I don't really know when I'm going to write the next chapter, so probably it is not coming soon. Sorry! I'm slow to write... OTL