Insignificant

Rated: K+

Summary: "Isn't something missing?" Everyone looked at each other, some in puzzlement, others in nonchalance. "I don't know what you're talking about, Reborn. What are you talking about?" The man only stared blankly at the sunset, looking at the birds passing by them in flocks, and the singular dragonfly that stopped here and there to feed on the grass.

"I'm not sure, Colonello. But it feels like someone is missing." Said missing person only sat there above them on the hidden porch that was located on the very left if the cottage. He frowned sadly at the people he once called his friends.

"Isn't someone missing me?"

A/N: I have been feeling rather depressed, and before I post the Temp fanfic A Resplendent Iniquity, I want to put this out there. I know that one or two people who read this will understand what I am talking about. For the rest of the people who read this, just sit back, and enjoy. Oh, and sorry for Lies. I won't do that again. I want to make everyone satisfied.

Disclaimer: I don't own this anime. I also don't own the idea. The idea comes from both the people who associate with me and Evanescence's song Missing. It's a good song; listen to it.

This is a 2,000+ word story oneshot. But if someone asks, I will make a sequel. Oh yes, and because of the nature of this story, Nana is oblivious to certain things. I am telling you upfront, so please don't get mad at me and leave me a flame or something. :) Thank you.

Warnings: language, angst, OOC

"Please, please forgive him. He didn't mean wrong."

This was the first words Tsuna understood. It was funny; those words were the ones he repeated in his room. It wasn't "Mama", or "Dadda"; it was those eight words. He didn't understand what those words meant, but he knew they were bad. His step-mother, Nana, didn't sound happy when her lips opened, and she uttered those words. She sounded sad, upset.

Why was she upset? Why won't she smile in front of the boy? It was painful, painful, painful.

But with time, things changed. He lived his life, albeit a horrid one without much friends, and he was able to stop his depression fits. People made fun of him because of the fact that he couldn't do anything. He couldn't wash a dish to save his life, he was much too chicken to cook food, he didn't have a very impressive academic record; if anything, it was abominable. He couldn't kick the ball, much less hit a ball. And his running skills weren't the best. But he lived. People still knew him. People still talked to him.

Until a magic point.

Like a switch, people stopped noticing him. He tried to talk to people, to make friends, and they would look not at him, but through him. And he never liked it. He would try to indulge himself in different activities simply to get someone to say 'hi'. But not a single person looked his way. It was with time that Tsuna knew: he was never meant to have friends. He was never meant to be normal. He was supposed to be alone. he was supposed be in turmoil. God made him that way. Damn it.

He would sulk back home, where his mother would wait for him with a smile on her face. She would cease cooking the food on the stove, and then she would turn to him with the spatula in hand. And every day, the brunette would ask the same question each day. It was almost like she thought the answer would magically change. But each day, it never changed.

"Tsu-kun, how was your day?" The boy simply closed his eyes, hoping that his mother would say something or do something that was different from her usual habit. Even if she, with her greasy yet smooth hands, rubbed his back and soothed his pains away, he would prefer it more than if she just gave him her usual speech.

"It was terrible, Mom. No one speaks to me."

And like he predicted, she simply gave him her pitiful look and said those same words that she has been telling for years. At first, he believed it. He believed her pitiful sounding words, and her smiling face. He tried to make friends, he tried to go the extra mile, and nothing worked. Nothing. It was like he was a spirit or something. People never paid attention, and he was left to wonder aimlessly by himself in the park, on the streets, in the playground, anywhere and everywhere that his feet took him. And he never found satisfaction from it. But he still did it.

Hoping someone he knew would talk to him.

"It takes a while," Nana cheerfully explained as she turned back around to keep on cooking. "You just need to give it some time, okay?" The boy only nodded numbly, feeling his feet take upstairs.

Nothing would change, even if he himself changed.

Tsuna threw his bag to the floor and bounced on the bed with a thump.

Am I just too insignificant for anyone to notice me?

He finally gained friends at the age of fourteen. Eleven of them. He was happy the day it happened; one of them liked him a lot. His name was Gokudera, and he was a boy with mixed blood. Fortunately, that mixed heritage helped him in many ways. Another person that liked him a lot was Yamamoto. His father was the descendent of a swordsman, but the boy himself liked sports. He tried to teach the boy baseball, but if the boy couldn't even throw a ball right, how in the world could he possibly hit one with a bat?

There was a few other people that he liked, that he cherished. An Italian man by the name of Reborn was one of them. He was a grown man, yes, but he seemed to interact with Tsuna well. He would constantly bring him into activities (although Tsuna would constantly screw them up, much to the older man's chagrin), and would be happy when the boy was. But one day, things became too much. Tsuna was stressed out because of a certain event happened. Yamamoto's father died in a car accident, and Yamamoto was included in it. His whole body, from his neck down, was paralyzed, and he was unable to move. And Tsuna, trying to help, suggested that they try to plan an activity that Yamamoto should attend in, so it won't be as bad, and so he could heal.

And Reborn, his only older guy friend, looked at Tsuna in slight irritation as he hissed:

"Are you stupid or what? Why the hell would we do that on the day of his father's funeral?"

After that, and after Tsuna forgot to attend the funeral because he was sulking in the playground at what Reborn said to him, his friends started to distance themselves from him. The boy tried to do everything to get them to like him, to get him to be in the group again. All he wanted was to talk to someone, to explain that the day he said those words, he didn't mean any harm. He wanted to help Yamamoto; he knew that the baseball lover wouldn't be able to play again. He knew that the boy was pretty much damaged goods unless a miracle happened, and Tsuna didn't believe in miracles. But at the same time, he wanted to do something for Yamamoto. Was what he did so wrong, so heartless?

From distancing themselves from him so long, the people he called his friends started to forget Tsuna, and the relationship Tsuna held with them. It was long distance friends, and then associates, and then simple strangers that they knew by name only. It wasn't like before; it was like when he was younger. And so he wanted to change it.

Tsuna, on a bright Saturday morning, decided to visit Reborn and his older friends at a cottage that they loved to stay at so much. It was to the very south of their town, Namimori, and it was to the west of the entrance. The place that he was in was so beautiful, with a vast sky and beautiful shores. He could tell why Reborn chose that place as that villa.

But then, when he approached it, he could hear voices. He looked, saw that there was a high, hidden window to the left of the top part of the cottage, and as fast as his little legs could carry him, he ran. Why did he run? He was scared, scared to see them. Do they still hold that grudge against him? Do they still hate him? He didn't know.

"I feel," Reborn started, cracking his neck a bit, "like I am incomplete. You know what I mean?"

"That must be your psychotic personality talking," a boy named Skull cackled as he stuck his hands in his pocket, walking slowly. "There is no way that you would say that. You, Reborn, who has everything."

"No, it's not like that," he snapped back. "It's a bit different than what you are thinking, stupid Skull."

"How so?"

"I..." Reborn tsked. He bowed his head in irritation, and Tsuna could only see the top of his favorite fedora.

"It's more like..." He stopped again, trying to formulate his words.

"You guys..." All six of his friends stopped as soon as he did, watching to see what he would do. And Tsuna watched too. What would he do? What would he say? He knew it wasn't his business, he knew, but he might as well stay hidden. They all looked like they were good for each other anyways. They were like pieces of a puzzle, and if he, the extra piece, tried to force himself through the puzzle, the whole puzzle would break. He didn't want that at all.

Reborn finally spoke, clearing his voice as he tried to get his friends' attention.

"Isn't something missing?" Everyone looked at each other, some in puzzlement, others in nonchalance. "I don't know what you're talking about, Reborn. What are you talking about?" The man only stared blankly at the sunset, looking at the birds passing by them in flocks, and the singular dragonfly that stopped here and there to feed on the grass.

"I'm not sure, Colonello. But it feels like someone is missing from our group." Immediately, upon hearing that last part of Reborn's speech, he knew Reborn was talking about him. He would stay with their group all of the time before Yamamoto got hurt. He loved to play with Skull, use Colonello's rifles and wear Fong's clothing. But even more than that did he like the play with Reborn. Reborn was special. Like a photo or a memento you didn't want to let go.

And if Reborn remembered him, then that means two things: the bond between Tsuna and the six (excluding Reborn) friends was weak. To put their bonds in scientific terms, their bond was like the weak water bonds that were in DNA. The second was that the bond between Reborn and Tsuna was stronger.

But if all that's left of me is nagging feeling in Reborn, Tsuna thought solemnly, then our bond wasn't strong enough.

As soon as the seven left, he left the cottage and returned to Namimori. They forgot him. His friends. Gokudera and Yamamoto forgot him too, but their forgetfulness was intentional. They wanted to forget the one who hurt them.

But if Reborn forgot him, then Tsuna was right back where he started from. Alone.

And if he was that unimportant, then he had no reason to stay there.

He traveled far from Namimori, near Ikebukuro, actually. He went to their hospital, snuck into their facilities, went to the highest floor, and then went straight to the roof.

He walked slowly, observing his atmosphere, and the beauty of it all. He loved the sounds of cars, traffic, people moving...he just wished...that one of these people would notice him.

As he stood at the very edge of the building, looking down at all of the cars and the tops of heads of boys, women and men alike, Tsuna laughed at himself at the irony.

He knew that right here and right now, no matter how much people wanted to ignore him, he would be noticed. They couldn't turn their heads, they couldn't ignore him when they spoke, they couldn't step on him like a carpet, and they couldn't hate him for the rest of their life. Yes, like the people whom he called his friends.

I am going to miss Reborn, he thought sadly.

And with that thought, he jumped.

Nana was cooking at home, oblivious to anything but her music. She smiled at the taste of the stew she made. It was so rich, but it had a spicy aftertaste to it. She loved it.

And then on cue, the bell rang.

"Coming, coming," she called out cheerfully as she skipped to the door. When she opened the door, her husband greeted her, smothering her with kisses and hugs.

"How have you been?" He started to take off his coat, but Nana beat him to it.

"Let me," she murmured, and took off the coat for him. With a smile, she bounded her way to the closet, where she placed his coat with everything else that was dry-clean.

The two surrounded around the table, and for a moment, Ieyasu frowned and scrunched his face up like a prune.

"Hey, sweetie?" Nana glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

"Don't you feel like something is missing around here?"

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, and I hope you got the ending. I made it vague; if I write too much about this stuff, it's...not too pretty. Anyways, give me feedback as to what you think! Like it? Or no?