Falling Clam
He was surrounded by carnage.
Horror filled eyes looked around him with, taking in the devastation which he wrought. What had he done? This was entirely his fault! Everywhere laid the shredded and dismembered bodies of his men. Now, he was the only one left standing amidst a sea of blood and gore.
He staggered forward mindlessly, feet dragging on the ground, unintentionally kicking bloodied heads and limbs and whatever else once belonged to living human beings. His zombie-like state took him towards his death. He'd gladly accept it. He couldn't live past this day knowing all these lives had once been on his shoulders. And his Guardians; he knew, all along he knew! They should have never been brought into this world of danger, blood, and death.
With each staggering step he continued forward, until a large heap in the ground made him stop and slowly look down. Clothes and skin were torn right off the body, exposing the muscle and bone underneath. Worst of all, the head with silver hair had been completely dismembered with the horrified sea-green eyes open and staring back at him. He looked away in an attempt to hide from the judging gaze baring onto is soul. Only his eyes found another familiar body with a sword stabbed right through his heart. Pain was evidently the last thing on the man's face. Again he looked away, but everywhere he turned, only familiar faces were looking back at him with blood still pouring out of their still barely warm bodies.
"E-everyone…" He could barely hear his own hoarse voice as he called out. Then again, he couldn't feel his own body. Was he even alive himself anymore? He didn't know. He couldn't hear the guns sounding from all around him, and he was barely aware of the pain when the bullets went through his chest and limbs. He didn't even feel his legs crunch under his own weight as they hit the ground. His face landed in a puddle of blood, but he was then rolled over onto his back. His last feeling of pain was in his heart. Had it stopped? He stared up to the white haired man who had killed him. Maybe now he could join the others in heaven. Or hell. Or where ever it was he was supposed to go.
Considering this is edited from 2013, I'll just summarize my A/N: Apparently this was written for someone in a Facebook fan group (that I'm no longer part of) who wanted an M-rated fic (they got a drabble instead). Apparently I chose to kill all the cannon characters from Tsuna's perspective in one of the alternate futures. Since I typically use OCs, who I'm usually quite cruel to. (That will probably never change. I live for tragic back stories.)
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