Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! (but I wish I do XD)
A/N: please review my first fanfic. you can post positive and negative comments so that I can improve my work. staysafe minna-san! :]
Prologue
"La morte non è la più grande perdita nella vita. La più grande perdita è ciò che muore dentro di noi mentre viviamo." - "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."
Chapter One
The sky was overcast and forbidding opaque gray clouds loomed over the horizon. Not even a single ray of sunlight can pass through this dark enclosure therefore throwing a shadow like a gloomy blanket over the place. One would even say that the heavens look as if they're about to cry.
A cold and chilly wind swept over a particular spot in the dense forest in Namimori. It was the middle of summer yet it seems like it's a winter day. Light pink sakura blossoms are strewn all over the soft brown earth and the scent of rotting cherries filled the air
It was there, at the clearing, called the "Place of Hope", where the Vongola Decimo's most trusted guardian was standing alone in the center. He had just finished changing the flowers of the ebony black coffin lying in front of him with auburn orange orchids and crimson red roses. It's expected to see him do this every morning and it's already been a couple of days of his labor. For him, it was nothing compared to losing someone very important to him that day.
The casket was engraved with the Vongola Emblem and an "X" on its bottom to symbolize the tenth generation boss of this certain mafia famiglia. Inside, was the lifeless form of Sawada Tsunayoshi on the bed of flowers that the mentioned guardian had just replaced. A white suit with a gray shirt and an orange necktie was used as his funeral attire. It was his favorite one in fact.
"It's my fault this happened. I really am stupid for failing as the best right-hand man for Jyuudaime" blamed Gokudera Hayato, the Storm Guardian, to himself, staring with agony at what's in front of him. His eyes distant, he stayed in that standpoint, recalling all the times that he had made a mistake.
After a few minutes of recollecting and organizing his thoughts, he looked up to the darkened sky and wished as the icy breeze softly caressed his face, his silver locks slightly swaying in time with it.
He let out an exasperating sigh and started toward a lonely path, his hands in his pockets and lit a cigarette. He didn't know why, but suddenly, a memory of his precious Tsuna echoed in his mind.
...to be continued...
A/N: for the next couple of chapters, they would be only flashbacks.