Okay...this will be my third multiple chapter story...and I'm practically rewriting my entire other story...anyways I hope it's better than it sounds...*sigh* A lot more interaction with other people come later on so...yeah...oh and Mukuro is NOT the main character. Tsuna is...i think...i think it's both of em...oh well...

INSPIRATION: I was dreaming...seriously...I woke up at like 3:00 am from dreaming this story...(fell asleep reading fanfics on tablet)...i couldn't fall back asleep and kept thinking about this story so I got a notebook and a pencil and used my psp for light so i could write...I stayed up till like 11 something a.m writing and finally fell asleep...so yeah...

Please enjoy!

OH and please read the AN at the bottom when your done.

ANNND Please...in the Summary JUST IN CASE I will tell you that the four kids are Mukuro, Chikusa, Ken, and Chrome~

Disclaimer:I am only going to put this on this chapter cause I think we all know I don't own Kateyo Hitman Reborn...

It was a gorgeous day. The sun shone with only a few clouds here and there. If you listened you could here a few birds singing in the trees. The people crowded the streets without a care in the world. They smiled as they greeted one another.

All in all it was a beautiful day. So why would anyone think of whats truly happening in this city? What happened to looking underneath the underneath? So many people are naïve.

Most believe everything is fine and ignore the way Someones smile doesn't reach their eyes and how they try to hide cuts and bruises by wearing long sleeved clothing. Oh and rustles they hear while walking by an ally. The screams no-one heard...oh but they did. They just didn't acknowledge it.

Oh-So naïve.

You could have saved a suffering soul. You could have saved a bullied child, a victim of rape, a victim of murder, a victim of kidnappings, So many souls from suffering and pain.

Even when on the news they say to watch out because of the increase in murders and missing children, and to call the police if you suspect or know anything, But they ignore that, just like the rustles and muffled screams they hear at night. They just don't want to get involved. What better way than to ignore it and go on about your life? Stupid fools. Yes, foolish they are, so stupid it hurts.

Oh, yes, but what about the ones who acknowledge those things? The ones who are sometimes naive but yet are involved in gruesome things. The suffering souls. Either it be beatings at home, bullies, rape, drugs: They have suffered someway somehow. Some call them the 'experienced'.

How sad, yes?

Lets see...They are divided though. They could be the victim or the one who did it. Some people sulk and take part in certain activities for money or drugs. Yet they have seen pain either it inflicted on them or they watch it from the they are still afraid to get involved more than they should.

Some are not afraid and get into the root of the problem. The Mafia. They still do those little things though, some more than others. The Mafia is cruel to most, yet blessings to others.

Sometimes people go so deep into it they don't even regret it. Lets take weapons for examples. They want power so they decide to do whatever it takes to rise through ranks. Such as experiments. Be it animal or human.

Anyways let us continue on with the story~

~~~Mukuro Rukudo~~~

A boy around the age of five with pineapple shaped blue hair who's dressed in a plain white T-shirt with dull blue shorts on that went to his knees, was following his mother and father out the door. Earlier they told him to go get in the car and stay quiet. His parent where not the caring kind ones. They barely noticed his existence, so when they told him to get in the car, he was nervous. They didn't care for him at all. Some would say hate, but they don't abuse him, no, they just ignore him. He took care of himself since he could remember.

Currently he was wary of his parents wanting to drive him somewhere. They haven't so much as glanced at him for a few month, even if they where both gone most of the time.

He got in the car though, not wanting to anger them. He doesn't trust them, but they where his parents so he should listen to them.

The sinking felling in his gut got worse when they reached an abandoned house on a dirt road. Not far from the city but still far. He was not a dumb child. He was quite smart for his age. He knew that something bad was going to happen.

The dad got out and walked around the car to the door or the house and knocked three quick times before the door opened to reveal a short brown spiky haired man, who had glasses hanging off his nose. He looked at his dad before grinning broadly.

His father and the glasses person talked for a moment before glasses smirked when he looked at the car. At first he got creep-ed out and looked at his mother who was impatiently tapping her nails on the arm rest in the front seat.

"M-mother?" He quietly asked, a little afraid of her reply. Her eyes snapped to the review mirror to see her son curled up in the backseat. She sneered at his pathetic position.

"What?" She snapped glaring at him through the mirror. He winced at her tone and looked down.

"Well? What the hell do you want?" He thought for a moment if it was worth asking where they where or getting yelled at so he replied a muffled answer, "mnthng..."

She glared. "GODDAMN BOY! Speak up damn! I can't hear your fucking mumbling!" she half yelled, half talked.

"Never mind", he said quietly. She stopped tapping her nails for a moment before replying in a hard tone.

"Then keep your damn trap shut. I don't feel like listening to your bullshit." He felt his heart clench and he felt somewhat cold. He didn't speak. Why speak when it will just piss her off anyways.

His father finally finished talking and came back to the car and opened the child's door. Pulling him out he dragged him by the arm up to the man waiting in the doorway.

The glasses dude looked at the boy before grabbing something out of his pocket. He handed his father a wad of hundred rolled bills. The child eyes grew wide and he struggled in his fathers grip.

His dad nodded at the man before forcefully handing the child over. He spoke to the man with a grin.

"His name is Mukuro and he's five or four years old...somewhere around there."

The man chuckled slightly. "Is he worth the money though? I hope he can withstand certain...stuff."

His father grinned and nodded.

"Well, my wife and I wanted to go to Sin City (Las Vegas) and we were short on money, so yeah." His father laughed and bid the other man good-bye before going towards his car and waving the wad of cash in front of his wife listening to her cheering. He then got in the car and drove away.

Mukuro stared at the retreating car, then turned towards the man waiting for something to happen. He stopped struggling a while ago. Whats the use? These men are incredibly stronger than him so there is no use in fighting back when you know its useless.

Glasses chuckled at the boys expression before pulling mean looking syringe out of his pocket. He squirted some of the liquid out to show off before plunging it into the boys neck. Mukuro Struggled as he felt in his skin before his eye lids start to droop as he fell unconscious.

The man grinned as he slung the boy over his shoulder and closed the door walking toward the door that lead to the basement. Though no-one in their right mind would call it a basement. No. More like an underground lab. It was huge.

As the man passed a few doors that you could hear screaming coming from. When he reached a big black door you could feel the glee just sliding off him. Why wouldn't he be happy? He LOVED new test subjects. The more the merrier right?

When he opened the door and scrunched up his nose at the smell. He should buy some air freshener next time he goes to the store...

When the door fully opened you could see four Cells all together. It looked like a mini prison. The first one held three kids who were all strewn across the floor. They stared blankly at the ceiling. If you looked closely you could see that they were not breathing. The second one was empty. The third had two children in it that looked sickly and pale. They glanced up at the man walking by and cringed, while curling into a ball. The fourth one held three kids who looked pale and a little thin but other than that they looked okay...if it wasn't for the blood smeared on their cloths or the walls.

As the man opened the door the three children looked up at the man and boy. The one who was in the corner winced as he looked at the boy in the mans arms, Wile the others just looked away.

The man threw the boy carelessly into the Cell before quickly shutting the door. When he was gone, the three kids approached the boy looking for wounds. A girl propped him up on the wall with the help of the others and waited for him to wake up.

~~~RAWR!~~~

When Mukuro woke, he noticed he was in a Cell. Not knowing where he was or what was going to happen: He felt like crying, but he stayed strong. He then seen three people who were also in the Cell with him.

A girl with long blond hair and brown eyes who was wearing a simple dirty torn skirt and a plain blue shirt came up to him.

"Hi, are you okay? Do you hurt any where?" the girl asks worriedly.

One boy who had brown spiky hair and was wearing a blue hoodie and jeans walked over also with another boy who had black spiky hair and a red hoodie on with jeans.

"I'm fine. Ah...my name is Mukuro...what are yours?"

The girl smiled slightly "My names Lia. The brown headed boy is Shin and the black-haired boy is Kura."

Shin waved slightly and Kura nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Mukuro looked around with fear in his eyes. "A-ano...may I ask where I am?"

Shin and Lia's smile dropped and Kura spoke up.

"They experiment on us. I think they are trying to make us weapons but we're not for sure because to man y of us die...so its hard to pass information around..."

Lia glares "D-don't say it so bluntly!"

Mukuro winced. He accepted it though, looking at the place he's in, anyone would believe it.

A loud shrill scream suddenly echoed throughout the room. The sad thing was: no one even winced except for Mukuro.

But soon...He would learn not to show any reaction either.

OKAY! THERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER! BUT! okay I know Mukuro is like the main character now but he kinda isn't.

Well depending on if you want to read Chikusa and Ken's entrance in the story (I really don't wanna right that but if you want me too) I might write it. I already wrote Chrome's entrance (on paper) but it's really short compared to Mukuro's.

OK, So

1. YES, write their entrance

2. NO. just leave 'em be

But YES they are in the story but they will just be in the same Cell and yes they still end up together but what im asking is if you want me to write how they get there.

AND I have no idea what I'm doing...so I'm so sorry if you don't like it...

Character interaction comes later! I know its boring so far but please stick it out with me!

Wait!...oh never mind...I forgot what i was going to say...*cough*

AH I REMEMBER! okay I know this isn't very much and I cant find my notebook with the rest of the story...so please pray to whatever god you worship that I find it...

PLEASE REVIEWWW~~~~ and don't be mean please...