Coffin Birth†

Summary: Caged behind a thin wall of glass and cut off from the outside world and from any daylight to seep through. Naruto must go through the pain of his severed memories and his sensitivity to sunlight to be able to protect those dear to him.

By: LifeIsAJokeSoLaugh

p.s. — do not own neither Naruto nor Katekyo Hitman Reborn, shall thou read 'til the end.

"Yes or No" --- Talking through Radio thingy

"Yes or No" --- Talking normally

Yes or No --- Thoughts

†Rhapsody Talk†

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Oh, little one,

Where do you run?

When we hunt, you shunt

Oh, little demon,

Where do you hide?

When we search, you scurry

…Hurry, hurry…

We hunt for the demon

We hunt for you

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The lingering scent of sunflowers engulfed the air of the small white tiled room; the persistent memory of that smell gave small comfort.

"Haaahhhh…"

Droplets of red stained the tiled floor, dripping from the fresh wound of a full bottom lip.

"Nnngh,"

Fingers covered in scars and gashes curled into formed fists and slamming into the floor, the exploding sensation of throbbing pain electrified through the nerves. Continuously driving the fists into the floor, blood covering the same spot like an imprint, the sharp pointed nails dug into the palm and pierced the skin.

"Nnhhh…haaaaa,"

The child who was seen in the middle of the room, on his knees and crouching down in his own agony, "It hurts," he moaned out dreadfully, "make it stop."

The naked bulb that hung from the ceiling flickered to darkness causing the boy to relax as he breathed out a sigh of mixed exhaustion and relief; it flickered back brightly shining down onto the boy's back. His long golden locks of hair casting a glossy light from the naked bulb, the child shrieked. The long nails digging their way into the flesh of the boy's palm trying to relieve of the pounding pain in his eyes. His brain felt as though it was going to explode from the inside out, a trickling tear of blood trailed down from his tightly closed shut eyes. The heat rays from the light made his body fatigue and thirsty for water,

"Stop it…"

Grinding his teeth together, the blonde-haired boy forced himself to think to occupy himself from the torture,

How long has he been here?

When will that stupid bulb spark out?

He needs to get out of here.

Is he going to die like this?

Thoughts whirled inside his mind, only giving him a migraine and adding more strain to his mind. He pressed his sweaty brow against the cold surface of the floor; the tingling cold put him at ease somewhat.

"Hello young one,"

A voice echoed inside the small room, startling the boy and pressing his brow harder against the floor to stop him from looking up. It was those people again…

"You seem in pain."

Yea, thanks for stating the obvious, thought the boy.

"Now tell me, what is your name?"

Great, this routine crap again. The boy opened his mouth slightly, only gasps of breath escaped, he resisted the urge of biting off his tongue.

"Ah, I-I…" He panted out, his eyes screwed shut so he could quiet know where the voice was coming from, it sounded like the voice of a man, possibly in his forties, seems use to speaking to people from hidden places. The boy had dubbed him Radio-man since that's what his voice came from, some kind of hidden radio that allowed him to speak to the boy and receiving the boy's few words, almost like a phone except they could see him.

"What was that?"

God, Radio-man's voice was starting to piss him off right now. "Nnnhh…" He slowly started off, his now bleeding hands covering over his closed eyes to rid of any traces of light to catch his eyes. He's enjoying this, the boy thought as he could have sworn he heard the soft cackle coming from the radio. "N…N-Naruto, my name is……Naruto."

"Good, now how old are you Naruto-kun?"

That guy should really shut up; his enjoyment is showing.

"Ten……" the boy sighed out, his voice trembling and dry from his eternal screaming earlier before with his body drenched in his own sweat.

When were they going to feed him?

"Do you know why you are here, Naruto-kun?"

The boy was ready to tear his own eyeballs out now, that final question always stumped him, whenever he relaxed his mind and search for any traces of memories that could help him only the patter of rain and walls painted of blood could come up like a photograph that lost it's color and depth after so many years locked away collecting dust, it scared him to go any further in remembering. "…No," he finally answered after a long silence that nearly choked him from his need air. "Just stop, make it all stop." He whispered to himself, tears of blood peaking out from between the blonde's fingers. "Just kill me already!"

"Kufufu,"

A voice laugh; the boy's body went rigged as a shiver of fear race up his spine. That wasn't Radio-man's voice, "Who…" The naked bulb that was only the source of light and the boy's pain dulled in that same flickering from darkness to light before the room was blanketed over in pitch-black. His hands trembled against his face, the sudden darkness frightened the blonde-haired boy, it was the one thing he longed for yet the foreign depth of color had almost scared him. Hesitantly, he removed his hands away from his face; his transparent blue eyes seem to glow in the darkness of the room. A shimmer of gold lit the pupil that formed into vertical slits, even though the room was as black as velvet the twelve-year-old could make out outlines of forms. Forms that stood behind the other side of the thin glass wall that allowed those people to see him while he could only see his own reflection, there were three outlines of bodies, he slowly shuffled closer to the glass wall, it went as high as the ceiling could allow it and filled up only one wall of the tiled room. He stretched out his arm, the long tattered sleeve hanging like open wings with holes pierced through the fabric. The lengthened nail of a trembling finger ghosted over the glass, the curved sharpened point caused a small crooked crack that trailed after the nail that scathed over the glass.

"W-who…who are you…?" The blonde finally asked after a prolong stare at the silhouette form that stood in the middle of the other two.

"I'm your savior, Naru-kun." the echoic voice said with that strange laugh following after, the boy named Naruto continued stare at the three bodies that were safely hidden from his sight behind the wall of glass.

"My name is Rokudo Mukuro,"

Life: Yeah, I don't know why I made this. I'm not that into Katekyo Hitman Reborn or Naruto but the bitchie little me inside my head kept nagging at me to write this story. There might be some mispelling, I can be lazy about that so please tell me if there is anythign wrong about this. The 2nd chapter is pretty much done, so if i get enough reviews (say about 7?) I'll put it up, make your reviews as long as possible, I like to feel needed (I'm a very emotional person)! The short poem at the beginning, I made that up so yeah. I own that dumb poem and this strange plot and nothing else. R&R please. (This is like the 2nd story I put up in Fanfiction (dot) net so i don't think its that good. So give me opinions about it,)

p.s.-- This is a Non-Yaoi story, so sorry Tsuna and Naruto and every other seme and uke will be straight as an arrow (Lussuria will still remain the way he is). Sorry, I love Yaoi but I just can't write it. Pairings are still unknwon but onesided HaruXTsuna (for now *winks*) and NarutoXHaru in a brotherly sisterly way. See ya'!!!