Tsuna stared at Dark Iekatsu in shock. The emotion that flashed in those dark brown orbs when he was about to end him, Tsuna recognized it very well, It was.....
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Relief

'Why would he feel relief when I was about to destroy him?' Tsuna thought in confusion.

Dark Iekatsu growled as he pushed Tsuna away. "Why? Why did you stop?! You could've...should've destroyed me!!"

"....." Tsuna said nothing, he just stared at his brother's dark self.

"Why did you have to hesitate?! Destroy me already!!" He screamed.

"Why are you so eager for me to destroy you? You were fighting me so hard before...why? Tell me why?" Tsuna asked calmly.

"Why does that matter to you?!" Dark Iekatsu yelled.

Tsuna frowned and took a step forward. At the same time, Dark Iekatsu took a step backwards.

"Father!! Father!!"

Tsuna's eyes widen when a child's voice reached his ears, as did Dark Iekatsu's. They both turned around and saw a small figure running towards them.

Dark Iekatsu paled while Tsuna was shocked to see his older brother, though, he looked to be 3 years old.

Little Iekatsu had the widest smile on his cute chubby face as he ran. However, little Iekatsu just passed them like a ghost, he went through Tsuna and Dark Iekatsu.

They watched him ran towards a man they recognized very well.

Tsuna's brows shot up in surprise, 'Could this be my brother's memories?' He thought, he glanced at Dark Iekatsu who seemed to be frozen.

He stared at him for a few seconds before his attention returned back to his brother's holographic memory.

"Father!! Father!! Look at what I got from the test!!" 3 year old Iekatsu exclaimed, running towards his father. Since he didn't go to school because he was too young, he was home tutored instead.

He held up his test paper proudly, 90/100. He looked up at his father with a beaming smile, hoping to get a praise.

What he got was the opposite of what he was expecting. "Iekatsu!! This won't do at all!! You're the Vongola's heir, you have to be perfect!!" He yelled as he snatched the paper from his son, crumpled it, and proceeded to throw it in the trash can.

He turned to his son, "I expect a perfect score next time" he said sternly before leaving the frozen 3 years old.

Iekatsu stared at the trash can, he shakily made his way over to the said object and slumped down. He reached out and took the crumpled paper, "B-but....I a-am t-tr-trying, father" he whispered, clutching the paper to his chest as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Tsuna clenched his teeth in anger, 'Damn that man!'.

Little 3 year old Iekatsu faded away and was replaced by a 4 year old version of himself. Tsuna had to admit, his brother grew pretty tall than his 3 year old self.

"Father, look!! I made this for you!!" 4 year old Iekatsu exclaimed, showing his work for his father to see.

It was a plate of chocolate cake, the words :Happy Birthday: was inscribed on it with white icings.

Iemitsu frowned, "Iekatsu, if you have time to do useless things then it would be better if you used it to study and become better instead"

Iekatsu bit his lips, "I...I finished studying though, a-and, I..I wa-wanted to gi-give you something on your birthday"

Iemitsu sighed tiredly, "Iekatsu, just focus on becoming the ideal heir for the Vongola. Don't do useless things such as this"

"B-Bu-But, Fa-Father" Iekatsu tried to argue.

Anger took over Iemitsu, "ENOUGH!!" He yelled, swatting the cake away.

Iekatsu's eyes widen as the cake he had made carefully for his father was sent to the ground like nothing. The plate shattered into pieces as it hit the ground.

"I don't want you repeating this nonsense again!! Now, go to your room and go back to studying!!" Iemitsu yelled angrily.

Iekatsu teared up, he took a step back before running towards his room.

Tsuna looked furious than ever. He just watched. No matter how he wanted to help his older brother, this was just memories and so, he can't do a thing.

He watched as another memory showed up and this time, 5 year old Iekatsu appeared. It was weird seeing another 5 year old version of his brother when the other 5 year old was with Natsu.

"Stop!! Why are you beating him?!" Iekatsu screamed.

In front of him were two of his father's men, beating up Franco, the person who always played and spend time with him.

"Young master, we are following your father's orders, this person has been stealing your attention away from your studies and teaching you useless things" one of them replied.

Franco looked up with a snarl, "Is treating a child like his own age for once, bad?! That bastard always tells him nothing but study, Is that how a father would treat his 5 year old son?!"

The mafiosi hit him, "Shut up, Young master is the future Vongola boss."

"What's going on?" A voice boomed.

All eyes turned to Iemitsu. "Father, father, please stop them!! Franco didn't do anything wrong!!"

The two mafiosi bowed, "Sir, we are simply punishing this person just like you ordered but he continues to speak out of line"

"Step back" Iemitsu commanded coldly.

Iekatsu's face lit up, "Thank you, father!!" He move to free Franco from his binds when he was stopped.

"Iekatsu..." Iemitsu called.

Iekatsu looked up questioningly, "Yes, father?"

Tsuna was speechless at the next words memory Iemitsu said.

"You punish him" he ordered.

Iekatsu and Franco's eyes widen, Iekatsu shook his head, "I...I" he stuttered.

Iemitsu eyes hardened, "Do as I say!"

Iekatsu clenched his teeth and stubbornly shook his head, "N-No!! No, I won't!! Leave him alone, he didn't do anything wrong!!"  For once in his life, Iekatsu disobeyed his father and even glared at him.

Iemitsu shook his head and turned to Franco, "See what you've done? He learned to disobey me because of you" he growled, reaching inside his pocket.

Franco just glared at him, "You don't deserve to be a father"

Tsuna's eyes widen, knowing what his fa- Iemitsu is going to do. His body began to move automatically, the next thing he knew, he was running and reaching his hand out.

BANG

Iekatsu's color drained from his face as Franco slumped down to the ground with a bullet hole on his chest. His eyes dull and lifeless.

Iekatsu brought his hand to his mouth, restraining himself from screaming.

"That should do it, now, Iekatsu, don't disobey me again" Iemitsu said with a smile before leaving with the two mafiosi.

Tsuna stared at the memory in front of him in mixed emotions. Shock, Disbelief, and mostly....Anger.

'Iemitsu....what have you done?!' he thought as he watched his brother began to cry.

Tears fell down from Iekatsu's face, still staring at Franco's lifeless body as blood flowed out from his chest, creating a puddle blood.

Something inside of him broke.

Is this what his father wants?

Did his father want him to become like himself?

Is his father that desperate to get him to become decimo?

"Shh...you don't need to do anything anymore" a voice in his mind spoke.

Tsuna recognized that voice, he turned around to see Dark Iekatsu who has his bangs shadowing his eyes as the scene changed once again.

When Iekatsu blinked, he found himself surrounded by nothing but darkness. But he didn't care, he only curled up into a ball and sobbed.

A pair of arms wrapped around him, bringing him into an embrace. He looked up to see who the pair of arms belonged to, only to come face to face with someone identical to him, only with dark brown eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you again....you just need to sleep deep inside yourself and let me take control of your body"

"W-why?"

He said nothing.

"Sleep...You'll become decimo through me while I deal with that bastard myself" he said after a while of silence.

"But I don't want to be the decimo....."

Iekatsu looked at him, "Won't you be my friend instead?"

Dark brown eyes softened, "It's because you're like that, that people take advantage of you.." He whispered as he placed his finger on Iekatsu's forehead.

"Sleep." He muttered. He caught Iekatsu when he fell asleep as if on a spell.

"If you don't want to, then, I'll become the decimo for you and take revenge for what they did to you and what they have put you through"

"Even if...."
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"Even if I have to act as the villain myself"