Title: White Prison

Disclaimer: I do not and will not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Pairing: 10069

Warnings: Shonen Ai

White Prison

Prologue: The Gate of Heaven

It was on one dark night in Italy, when the rain was just about to stop,

when there's nothing left to see but the mist and when a new shadow suddenly appeared out- of- no- where in the street's corners.

The shadow drifted slowly. Making his way deeper and deeper into the darken alley.

A faint panting sound was coming from him, breaking the silent that has been occupying the street after the harsh late- fall rain.

The splashing of the puddle started to get louder and louder by the minute, as the wanderer increased his pace.

Making the jingling sound of steel against steel that can be heard from him got louder. Accompany with a dripping of red dots that was lingering at his back.

The tracks of blood that he left behind can be a proof that their owner was dying from blood loss and in desperate need of medical intentions.

So no wonder he was in such a hurry.

The wanderer found his way to another back alley, that seems to be leading to a main street.

He sighed in relief, leaning to the dirty brick wall.

His vision was getting blur, he knew he didn't have much time left,

before he collapsed to the wet, hard street.

Fortunately, there weren't any sign of living around him, so he can be sure that no one will disturb his business, including his follower.

He raised his chained hands a bit, touching his chest. He was trying to feel if he was still alive or not, also, trying to get himself altogether. Because he can felt his heart thumping rapidly after the wild goose- chase- for- his- dear- life he experienced just a little while ago.

His hands make their way up a little, to his right eye, where the blood seems to be flowing quite a lot, beside his arms.

He tried to stop the blood loss, but realizing it was of no use, his hands retreat.

He glanced around, checking the environment, then run straight ahead to the main street before anyone can suddenly appeared.

He saw an all too familiar sight in front of him, a huge white mansion, and without hesitation he grabbed the steel gate that led to the back garden of the mansion.

Clinging to it for a while, he can felt that his strength was leaving him.

Waiting any longer means death, he thought.

So he pushed the small gate slowly, and crawled weakly to the back door hat illuminated a warm light.

Only to fell down ungracefully to the rough ground.

He knew that this was pathetic, but he was hoping that someone from the resident will hopped out from their slumber and rescued him as soon as possible.

And his hope came true.

The door suddenly flung open, radiating a warm air and a scent of flowers.

Feels like in front the gate of heaven.., he thought again.

He just knew this place too well, from the frequent visit he usually do when he was free, or, when he was free to 'used' his friends help.

His right eye ached just from thinking about it.

But, no matters, now he can almost feel the tiny but warm hands holding him.

Also that radiant, lukewarm brown eyes that he so dearly missed.

He glanced up, with his blur sight, he can only saw a blurry shadow of white, an all too bright and white shadow.

And he heard a voice, a joyful, but unexpectedly calm voice,

that was going to echo forever through his mind just before he drifted off to the welcoming darkness.

"My, my, what do we have here?

A Vongola? And the guardian of the mist, even.

..It looks like the heaven has taken a pity on me after all..

They send me a present in the middle of my boredom.

Right? Rokudo Mukuro- kun?.."

Xx Author's Note xX:

Phew, after only reading for so a year and reviewing one story, I finally braced myself to be a writer of this blur tale.

My only wish is that you will find enjoyment in my tales.

.. and to review!!! So please review!!