Summary
The Sky finally was shattered. Without the rightful heir, and the Vongola Gears back in their sealed forms along with the Ring of the Sky regressed to its crude stone state, unable to be restored or emit flames, the Vongola is on the brink of chaos. Amid the turmoil, with the Guardians scattered and their relationship strained, the Vongola is at the door of a daunting war involving the entire underworld, one that can lead to the complete destruction of the Famiglia. But there might be still hope with the appearance of a mysterious figure who strangely looks like a mixture of the deceased Tenth and Primo. TYL and AU
Ciao, minna-san! Here is my new story, as I had commented in the last post of Cielo!
This story will be more focused on drama / mystery, I hope you enjoy!
The Prologue is just a sample of the atmosphere that will prevail in the fanfic!
A big thanks to my super-beta tora-chan83, her help is crucial for me ^ ^
Who wants to feel a little of what I felt while I wrote, listen: ht*tp:*/*/ww*w.y*out*ube.*com/*wat*ch?v=*VSEW*mk2*cy14 [take the * of the link]
Song: Nuvole Bianche - Ludovico Einaudi (I cried a lot watching and listening Ç.Ç)
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: KHR belongs to Akira Amano-sensei, only the plot is mine!
Prologue
It was a gray afternoon. One lifeless, ashen-gray afternoon. There were no birds singing or the sound of laughter. It was as if the world had really stopped. There was no sun. No rain. Not even a trace of mist. There were no signs of a storm. Hence, no thunder. Only the clouds. Dense. Dark. Obscuring the sky.
Although the clouds are present, he was absent. His phone, after the tenth attempt to call from different numbers, stopped going to voice mail and the electronic voice on the other side began to warn them that the line has been disabled. He left the mansion, but did not return to Namimori. Soon, no one was able to locate him. Even his right arm did not know his whereabouts. He simply left them.
But his absence should not be surprising. Like a Cloud, Hibari was not attached to anything or anyone. He never liked groups first, and long ago the weak links were broken. On the same day that everything changed. The day the Sky darkened. And yet, he was the only one to not abandon him when everyone else turned away, giving it back. The Cloud was the only one who stayed connected to Sky. Likewise, the cloud was the only one drifting this day.
There was an orderly queue of expensive cars along the driveway. Due to the Omertà, everything would be kept a secret outside the underworld, and for this, solely the closest were invited to attend. After all the ceremony was purely symbolic, since the body was cremated the day before, shortly before the former mayor disappeared.
Nobody was allowed to see him. They lost the right to say goodbye when they left the Sky. The Arcobaleno and Hibari had cared for everything, just Shamal, the Famiglia's doctor, was present helping them. Even the employees of the large mansion were relieved of their duties temporarily. As to who should have been protecting the Sky, those were the ones separating themselves from him. Some were fulfilling the missions that they self-assigned - preferably those that were the farthest from the headquarters, and if possible abroad. Others were busy with their own affairs, that, or they simply did not want to face him. Even so, it took only a brief phone call to gather everyone, who, for months shunned him like the plague or deadly disease. All it took was a phone call for some sense to finally penetrate the ears that refused to listen to him. A short and dry call was enough to destroy the walls built to keep the Don away for so long. And now, ironically, they were all present.
Unlike the solitary Cloud, the tutor appeared. However, no words had left his lips since he arrived. His face could not be seen as the fedora hat covered most of it. But the murderous aura emanating in large amounts from his body in adult form, this everyone can feel. For once the world's greatest Hitman let his anger reflect on his body. His rigid posture. His fists clenched to the point where the fingers begin to lose their color. Lips remaining in a straight, narrow, tight, line as if forcing himself to suppress his own voice.
Reborn knew something was wrong when the dining table started getting empty with irritable frequency. When the idiots started not to look in the eyes of his pupil. When they began to avoid his presence whenever they had a chance. He felt the dark atmosphere creeping into the mansion and not expelled. He saw the pain and loneliness slowly erase the brightness in those hazel-brown orbs, which before were always so warm, always willing to forgive, to protect. He should have refused the mission that kept him from the side of his eternal dame-student for so long. He should have them filled with bullets when they started acting like spoiled brats and not as the mobsters that they are now. His duty as a tutor should have come first and foremost, but he thought they could solve the problem. They had to be able to solve it without his intervention. They had to grow and solidify their ties permanently, otherwise they could never lead the greatest mafia Famiglia in the underworld. It should have been just one more ordeal through which they would pass and evolve. But they were not able. And because he just watched and did nothing, he failed as a tutor and now the Hitman was also paying the price.
The sounds of sobs, no longer muffled, cut the air. Lambo cried almost convulsively as when he was five years old, but already he knew the hand that was always ready to stroke him, to calm him, would not be there. Some more steps behind the Bovino, the only thing that prevented Chrome from falling on the floor were the arms of Mukuro that surrounded her protectively. For once the male half of the Mist did not smile, nor did his sinister laugh leave his lips. Beside the two Mists, Ryohei had his fists pressed, his enthusiasm completely drained from his body. Even though the Sun could tell the truth to Kyoko, the words never reached his lips, they were stuck in his throat where they refused to leave. To him, it was very painful just imagining the despair of his little sister.
Near the boxer, Yamamoto remained impassive, his hollow eyes completely reflecting his broken inner thoughts. He was not able to save the person who prevented him from committing a stupid act years before, the same person who promised to protect with his life. He used to be his closest friend, but the same stupidity that nearly drove him to suicide, moved him away from that so cherished friend. The Rain was dried up to the point where even the Storm collapsing at his side did not seem to affect him.
Gokudera was by far the most devastated. His red eyes with dark circles underneath only made his figure more depressing. He was the first to return to the mansion, the first to receive the news that agonized him completely. Even though he was the most loyal, he pulled away too. Even if he was proud to be the smartest among the Guardians, he remained ignorant of the obvious truth, and this led to his downfall. He should have realized that deep down, beneath all the mass confusion within his heart, his loyalty and determination, his respect and devotion remained intact, unshaken, and that was why he could not ultimately turn away. The reason why he always longed to return from a mission was because he knew his Sky would always be there taking care of them, even though they were causing his suffering. He knew, and still refused to face him, to ask him about the truth, in fear. Fear. The mere idea that he was afraid of his beloved boss made him feel disgusted with himself. The kid with the gentle warm smile who hated fighting, someone who was treated with great respect by all and feared by his enemies, the person his family should never fear. After all, he was not a killer monster, and yet they treated him like one, and he broke.
Even though everyone could see the state in which they were, there are no words of consolation addressed to the Guardians, nor pious looks. As it was their fault the Sky shattered and disappeared forever from the lives of everyone. If they had not abandoned. If they had not given him their back, he would not have been ambushed by being weak from both work and fights, almost alone. If they were there rather than avoiding him, he would not have been brutally wounded by enemy hands. If they had done their job, fulfilled their oath, Kyoya would not have returned to the mansion bathed in blood with a lifeless body in his arms. Reborn would not have to prepare the body of his own student for cremation.
If they had watched the silent suffering of their boss. If they had listened to the broken voice of their Sky, Nana and Iemitsu would not have lost their only precious treasure with only twenty-one years. The Ninth would still have his heir, and Vongola its boss, its leader. Dino would still have his little brother, Enma his best friend, Kyoko and Haru their safe haven. Fuuta and I-pin would still have their beloved Tsuna-nii.
However, they abandoned him. They ignored his attempts to get closer. They pretended not to see his health begin to deteriorate. He always had a tendency to embrace everything as the Sky, even though his body was on the verge of collapse. They should have realized that he was not smiling. That he did not leave his office more. His voice was hollow when they talked on the phone. After all, it was not only him who broke his promise. They failed, and as a result they broke their boss, their friend, their family. And now the ties that bound them were definitively ruptured.
Without warm smiles upon returning from a mission, be it simple or difficult. Without fun and crazy meals. Without a shoulder-friend, always willing to listen to them when their fears and sorrows threatened to break through. Never again to watch the fireworks together. Without a Sky to look for them. Without a Sky to protect. This was forever lost. Because the Tenth Vongola was dead. And the dead do not come back, no matter how many apologies they proffer or how many tears are shed.
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Minna-san, I hope you enjoyed! I hope for your comments! Your opinions are very important to me!
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