Tsuna rolled over onto his back and

Tsuna rolled over onto his back and slowly opened his eyes. He drowsily turned his head to see the dresser and the two doors that led to the bathroom and the empty closet. His eyes widened and he bolted up. He stayed like a frightened animal in an unknown territory for a moment until he relaxed when he remembered where he was.

He looked over at the clock that read 6:14 a.m. Tsuna usually never got up this early. It must have been because of the new environment.

He slid his feet out from under the covers and onto the soft carpet. The cool morning air chilled his toes and made him shiver a bit. He was about to walk towards the bathroom when he remembered about the balcony.

He walked over to the glass door, which had the curtains drawn. Tsuna didn't remember doing that so Giotto must have came in while he was sleeping to close it. He smiled. He pulled the curtains to the side, opened the glass door, and stepped out onto the balcony.

The sun was just coming over the mountain, making orange rays shine over the land. The dew sparkled like diamonds and crystal. The mist reflected the sunrise, creating a soft gold glow. The breeze was cool, but it warmed the soul, and when it ran through the trees, the branches swayed, the soft rustling sound signaling Mother Nature was there. The birds sang their morning chorus, each note like a chime, resounding all around. Namimori seemed much more quite and peaceful than how it seemed last night.

Tsuna closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, the smell of pines and spring making it taste like honey in the back of his throat. He opened his eyes and smiled. The sun raised ever so slightly, the rays of light dancing across his face and piercing the clouds, the mist seeming to disintegrate into the wind, bringing the world to life.

Tsuna took one last moment to look at the scene in front of him before he walked back into the room. He opened the door to the bathroom after grabbing his toiletries. There was a toilet on the right, and a sink with a mirror above on the left. There was also a sliding door that led to the room that held a shower area and bathtub. The floor was made of white tiles and the walls were checkered with yellow and white tiles.

Tsuna turned the knob on the bathtub and hot water splashed in, light steam rising into the air. He took the plug that sat on the side of the tub and plugged the drain. After the tub was filled, he turned off the knob, stripped, and took a quick shower.

He smiled as he applied his favorite shampoo onto his hair. It smelled like oranges and strawberries and, as funny as it sounds, a smell that no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't ever figure out what scent it was. No one else could figure it out either. His mom said it didn't matter as long as it smelled good, and it did.

After he was done, he slipped into the tub. Water overflowed and trickled down the drain that was in the middle of the tile floor. Steam rose into the air, making the air misty and the walls wet, almost like they were sweating. But that isn't really a pleasant way to think about it like that. Water dripped from the shower head, creating a steady plip, plip, plip noise.

Tsuna hugged his legs and rested his chin on his knees. As he sat there, the thoughts that had bugged him yesterday began to creep back into his mind.

What had made Nii-san change so much? When we were younger he had said so many nasty things to me. He never wished I was born. He even said it out loud in front of everyone. He said it right to my face. He screamed it. Those hurtful words… So full of hate…

"I hate you! I wish you were never born! I wish you never existed!"

The words his brother yelled at him when he was five and Giotto was 11 echoed inside his mind. Repeating over and over and over again. Giotto was generally quite, but it seemed that whenever he was around Tsuna, he could snap so easily.

Tsuna felt his eyes become hot and itchy. Though he couldn't feel it, he knew the tears were falling. The more he held back, the harder it became. Soon he was covering his eyes and he was silently sobbing, his breath hitching here and there, making it sound like hiccups.

All I want is for him to accept me…

That wish was the only thing he would ask for at each birthday when he blew out the candles from ages four to nine. But before Tsuna could turn ten, Giotto and turned 16 and he moved out of the house without saying a thing. That was when Tsuna stopped wishing the same wish over and over and began wishing for better grades.

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Tsuna cán lên lưng và từ từ mở mắt. Ông drowsily quay đầu nhìn thấy tủ quần áo và hai cánh cửa dẫn đến phòng tắm và tủ quần áo có sản phẩm nào. Mở rộng đôi mắt của ông và ông bolted lên. Ông ở lại như một con thú sợ hãi trong một lãnh thổ chưa được biết một chút thời gian cho đến khi anh ta thoải mái khi anh nhớ nơi ông là.Ông nhìn qua đồng hồ mà đọc 06:14:00 Tsuna thường không bao giờ đứng dậy này sớm. Nó phải có vì môi trường mới.Ông trượt chân của mình ra từ dưới bìa và lên tấm thảm mềm mại. Không khí buổi sáng mát mẻ ướp lạnh ngón chân của mình và làm cho anh ta shiver một chút. Ông đã là về để đi bộ về phía phòng tắm khi anh nhớ về ban công.Ông đi qua cửa kính có rèm rút ra. Tsuna không nhớ làm điều đó vì vậy Giotto phải đến trong khi ông đã ngủ để đóng nó. Ông cười. Ông kéo màn cửa sang một bên, mở ra cánh cửa thủy tinh, và bước ra ban công việc.Mặt trời chỉ cần đến trên ngọn núi, làm cho màu da cam tia sáng qua đất. Sương sparkled giống như kim cương và pha lê. Sương mù phản ánh mặt trời mọc, việc tạo ra một ánh sáng vàng mềm. Gió đã được mát mẻ, nhưng nó ấm lên các linh hồn, và khi nó chạy qua các cây, các ngành chịu ảnh hưởng, những âm thanh rustling mềm tín hiệu mẹ thiên nhiên đã có. Các loài chim hát của điệp khúc buổi sáng, mỗi lưu ý như một kêu vang, vang dội tất cả xung quanh. Namimori dường như khá nhiều và yên bình hơn như thế nào nó có vẻ như tối qua.Tsuna nhắm mắt và đã thu hút một hơi thở sâu, mùi pines và mùa xuân làm cho nó hương vị như mật ong ở mặt sau của cổ họng của mình. Ông mở mắt và cười. Mặt trời lên bao giờ nên hơi, các tia ánh sáng nhảy múa trên khuôn mặt của mình và xỏ lỗ mây, sương mù seeming để tan rã vào gió, đưa thế giới vào cuộc sống.Tsuna đã một thời khắc cuối cùng để xem xét trong bối cảnh ở phía trước của anh ta trước khi ông đã đi trở lại vào trong phòng. Ông đã mở cửa vào nhà vệ sinh sau khi lấy đồ dùng cá nhân của mình. Đã có một nhà vệ sinh bên phải, và một bồn rửa chén với một gương phía trên bên trái. Cũng đã có một cánh cửa trượt dẫn đến phòng tổ chức khu vực vòi sen và bồn tắm. Sàn được làm bằng gạch màu trắng và các bức tường được rô với gạch màu vàng và trắng.Tsuna bật nhô lên trên Bồn tắm và nước nóng bắn rơi trong, ánh sáng hơi tăng vào không khí. Ông đã cắm mà ngồi ở bên cạnh Bồn tắm và cắm cống. Sau khi Bồn tắm đã được lấp đầy, ông tắt knob, tước, và lấy một vòi sen nhanh chóng.Ông cười như dầu gội đầu yêu thích của mình, ông áp dụng lên mái tóc của mình. Mùi như cam, dâu tây, và funny như âm thanh, mùi mà không có vấn đề khó khăn như thế nào ông nghĩ về nó, ông không bao giờ tìm ra những gì mùi hương đó là. Không ai có thể tìm ra một trong hai. Mẹ nói nó không quan trọng miễn là nó mùi tốt, và nó đã làm.After he was done, he slipped into the tub. Water overflowed and trickled down the drain that was in the middle of the tile floor. Steam rose into the air, making the air misty and the walls wet, almost like they were sweating. But that isn't really a pleasant way to think about it like that. Water dripped from the shower head, creating a steady plip, plip, plip noise.Tsuna hugged his legs and rested his chin on his knees. As he sat there, the thoughts that had bugged him yesterday began to creep back into his mind.What had made Nii-san change so much? When we were younger he had said so many nasty things to me. He never wished I was born. He even said it out loud in front of everyone. He said it right to my face. He screamed it. Those hurtful words… So full of hate…"I hate you! I wish you were never born! I wish you never existed!"The words his brother yelled at him when he was five and Giotto was 11 echoed inside his mind. Repeating over and over and over again. Giotto was generally quite, but it seemed that whenever he was around Tsuna, he could snap so easily.Tsuna felt his eyes become hot and itchy. Though he couldn't feel it, he knew the tears were falling. The more he held back, the harder it became. Soon he was covering his eyes and he was silently sobbing, his breath hitching here and there, making it sound like hiccups.All I want is for him to accept me…That wish was the only thing he would ask for at each birthday when he blew out the candles from ages four to nine. But before Tsuna could turn ten, Giotto and turned 16 and he moved out of the house without saying a thing. That was when Tsuna stopped wishing the same wish over and over and began wishing for better grades.