My Family

Chapter 1

A/N I'm sorry if this story sucks. I've just had it in the back of my mind for a while now.

In a back alley in Italy on a dark night, the sounds of a young boy crying could be heard, his sobs echoing on the stone walls. The alley was dark, dirty and cold, the rain pitter-pattering, and only a few dirty yellow lights illuminating the street creating an eerie effect. Three men lay in the alley unconscious, bloody and bruised, groaning from their numerous injuries.

A tall teen walked in, his movements like a lion stalking its prey. His spiky coal black hair swayed slightly in the breeze, and his deep crimson eyes took in the sight before him like a hungry lion glaring at its prey. A tiny kid, who couldn't be older than six, stood over the fallen men-who the teen recognized as grunts from another famiglia-with bleeding knuckles and tears in his eyes. The teen, intrigued by the scene, stalked closer to the child.

He towered over the brat, his tall frame dwarfing the sniffling child's. He picked up the kid by the scruff of the neck with one hand, and realized he was extremely light. It was like holding a delicate baby bird, except this baby bird might've managed to beat three full grown men.

The teen grinned savagely, sharp canines gleaming, as the brat's eyes shined purple and orange even as his eyes teared up, as he glared intensely at the teen, swinging his legs trying to kick the taller one. The teen could hear the brat shouting and yelling in another language, then recognized it as Japanese, the language that Iemitsu bastard always spoke. How had a Japanese brat gotten all the way here in Italy?

The teen snorted. Who cares. Maybe he escaped from child trafficking, or some shit.

All that mattered was that he had some fight left in him, had beaten three grown mafiosos at age five. If trained, this brat could be Varia quality. The scrawny brat reminded the teen of himself when he was on the streets. He smirked coldly at the brat's feeble attempt to escape, and flicked him on the head. The kid let out a yelp of pain, and glared at the teen even more, although it looked more like a pout than a glare at this point.

"Hey brat?" asked the teen, in Japanese, which Nono had made him learn, his deep gravelly voice echoing in the alley. "Did you beat these guys up?"

The kid nodded slowly, sniffling here and there.

"They hurt me first though!" he protested quietly. "It's not my fault! Please don't hurt me!"

The teen ignored how the brat was trying to shield himself with his pale, skinny arms and asked. "Hey brat? Want me to show you how to be strong?"

The brat stopped shielding himself, and stared at him suspiciously. "Really mister?"

"Do you think I would lie, brat?"

"Yeah," the kid answered bluntly. "Mama lied to me, and I loved Mama!"

The kid, looked off into nowhere in a daze after saying this, but he blinked and quickly added something.

"But you don't seem so bad mister. Not as bad as Mama."

The brat seemed to be considering, and finally the brat nodded-slowly and unsurely-but it was still a nod.
"Can you put me down now?" asked the brat, quietly, as if embarrassed.

The teen snorted. "Tell me your name brat, then I'll put you down."

The kid pressed his lips closed tight, and crossed his arms, but as the teen shook him up and down, the brat seemed to get nauseous. His limbs went limp and he hung in the air like a rag doll.

"Tsuna," the brat whispered finally, as if to make sure no one else heard that name, even if  they were the only two in that alley. "My name is Tsuna."

The teen smirked and promptly dropped the bra-Tsuna onto the ground. He landed in heap with a small oof, but got up quickly. He looked up at the teen, craning his head to look up into the deep red eyes of the teen.

"What's you name?" asked Tsuna. "It's not fair that I told you my name but you didn't tell me yours."

The teen scoffed. "Listen kid. Nothing in this world is fair. The strong rule over the scum. That's all you have to know."

Tsuna pouted. The teen started walking out of the alley, shoes clicking on the stone.

"Follow me brat!"

"Hey wait!" Tsuna protested, running to keep up with the long strides of the teen.

They reached the edge of the empty street, not a single person in sight. After all, they knew better than to be out at night, where criminals and mafia rule. The dark blue sky shone with a million stars, and the rain had stopped leaving rain pipes dripping with water.

They stood in silence, Tsuna waiting for the teen to do something when he spoke.

"Hey brat? You asked what my name was right?"
Tsuna nodded quiet, a dozen questions swimming in his head.

"It's Xanxus."

Xanxus.

"What a strange name." Tsuna thought, tasting the foreign word on his tongue.

"Come on brat, We're leaving." came the harsh voice of the Xanxus, only it wasn't as harsh as it sounded before to Tsuna. Xanxus started walking away into the night at the same fast pace as before.

"Hey wait!" Tsuna called after him. He smiled to himself. Xanxus-nii would make him strong. Then no one would ever betray him ever again. The two walked off into the night, and from that point on, Tsuna was no more. That little kid disappeared into the mist that night, and what came out was every man's worst nightmare.