Yamamoto and Gokudera stood before me. I, sitting on my desk engraved with the Vongola emblem in bright gold, told them what was to happen. Tears flooded Gokudera's eyes as he screamed for me to reconsider, and Yamamoto's eyes told me the same. Ten years ago, I was a worthless boy. I had no talent, no friends, I was subject to my own personal hell as I watched everyone else carry on with their day to day lives. I looked into their eyes and told them, that this was the only way it could happen. I told them I must die.

One by one, the other guardians were told. Lambo, Big Brother, and Chrome all cried one by one. Hibari was as emotionless as ever, and Mukuro tried to hide the feint bit of sadness in his heart. I looked outside my window to view the bright garden in my Italy Villa. It was filled with every flower I loved, except one. That flower was still in Japan. If only I could have told her exactly how I felt, maybe I would be able to die with a smile on my face. But as it is now, there is only Regret.

I walked through my Mansion quietly with a lone picture frame in my hand. Heading up the many floors, I finally reached the Balcony. Grasping the picture frame and staring at it deeply, a beautiful girl with light brown hair stared back at me through the picture. My tears fell unto her chest, and I immediately lit the picture and watched it reduce to ashes in the wind. It symbolized much to me, but I wondered why a smile formed across my face as it was carried away by the breeze? I hope she has a long, happy life. Something I could not give her.

I was struck across the face. The sting of the punch was rough and harsh, as it was followed by a calm sense of complete hatred and wrath. He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me to my feet and stared at me with his bloodshot eyes of rage and told me that the man who defeated him was not someone who would be depressed over death. He would welcome it and gladly sacrifice himself, for his family. Something this person, was likely not to do. At least 10 years ago. Thank you, Xanxus.

I decided not to inform the others closest to me of my death, and instead welcomed it as I walked down a straight line. Ahead of me, a smiling man with white hair and a man with auburn hair and glasses. I walked towards them, and a single flower fell down in the bright Italian sky.