WARNING- This story contains yaoi/ shounen ai/ boys love and swearing on Goku's part.

Disclaimer- KHR does not belong to me, it belongs to Akira Amano.

Summary- Because it was a miracle that it even happened.

This chapter contains one-sided GokuderaxTsuna, or 5927, hinted GittoxG and AsarixG.

Hologram

He leaned back onto the wall of the hallway, just right beside the door. Light from neighboring apartments flooded through the thin framed frosted glass windows, a streak of ghostly white that hung in the air. His shoulders heaved up and down, his sticky palms hovering over the white walls. His weak knees trembled and his legs finally gave way; dropping his body weight down to a sitting-lying position. His heart thumped in and out, waves of heat and unbearable cold surged through his body and the sweat on his forehead trickled down. The sweat and his salty tears mixed together, rolling off his face one by one. His breath was ragged and glitched, and the only sounds that could be heard were that of muffled static voices from the TV and distant footsteps.

In the moonlight, a small cat pounced weakly onto his master, sensing dejected emotions that surrounded him. She placed her front paw on top of his thigh, and when no reaction occurred, she pressed down slightly to tear her claws through the fabric, and then proceeded to slash her way into the flesh of her master. Crimson strokes appeared, and immediately, the sticky red liquid soaked into the surrounding cloth. The metallic stench of the fresh blood reached the little kitten's nose. She purred softly to observe her master's attention, and again there was no acknowledgment, just the endless shimmering lakes of tears flowing down his face. She made several more marks on the body before she sensed another faint presence beside her master's.

It started out as just a small red flame, but quickly became the size of a human body. The cat hissed slightly when she recognized the person in front of her. That person scooped her up into their arms, and petted her head. A small wave of understanding passed through, and the tiny cat meowed before diving back down onto the carpet.

The figure moved towards Gokudera, dropping down to his level and gently placing an assuring hand on his shoulder.

"...G," Gokudera breathed out between silent sobs. "I-I... Juu... I-"

G wrapped his arms around the shivering body, a gesture that G would never do to someone he did not care for.

No words were needed around the two of them. They were connected spiritually; they were one, yet themselves.

He patted the boy on his back, "Hayato..." Tears pooled at G's shoulder, a reply that only he understood.

"Hayato..." He repeated, bringing him face to face.

The sight of Hayato's face screamed something bad definitely happened.

G bit his lip; it was his fault that Hayato's like this. He shouldn't of taken his stupid advice, he was in no position to tell him what to do, it was Hayato's life, not his. And look at what that lead to.

"Hayato, I'm sorry..." He clutched Hayato's arms, "So sorry..."

He squeezed his shoulders tighter.

"Haya-..." He started after a while, "...I'll... fix things... Okay? H-Hayato... I'll go tomorrow instead... you... you have to rest up... your Juu-Juudaime wouldn't want to see you like this tomorrow..."

He clenched Hayato's sleeve until his knuckles turned white and shook, "Hayato... I-... I'll fix things... I'll make sure that... it's going to be alright...

I-I'm sorry, Hayato, I'm sorry for everything..."

"A-Ah! Gokudera-kun!"

Clad in an illusion, G turned around to face the young Vongole Tenth.

"Yes, Juudaime?" He adjusted his voice accordingly, smiling slightly. He was glad that he woke up earlier than Hayato, or else his whole plan would be for nothing.

"S-Sorry for making you wait every time..." Tsuna said, "And... sorry about yesterday... I mean, I was pretty mean to you... I wanted to apologize... and um... I thought you hated me after that..." His voice trailed off, ending in a small whisper that G only barely heard.

G thought back on yesterday, him finding Hayato in a state of distress and hopelessness. He frowned, unwanted memories that belonged to him -his life- flashed through his mind.

The young Vongole Decimo, Sawada Tsunayoshi. The one that Hayato love-d. He scoffed at his arrogant self, no matter what things happened between him and his lover, some things just didn't happen twice. G was stunned when he first met the Tenth Boss of Vongola, he had looked so much like-

He snapped out of his reminisce before his feelings got out of control.

"I-It's okay, Tenth! It was nothing! Forget that it even happened!" G strained his voice.

"Then... It's okay for us to remain as friends, right?" The young boss looked up at G, eyes fixed on his.

G visibly jumped a few centimeters off the ground. D-Damn... What should he say... What would the Tenth Generation Storm Guardian say to this...?

G cleared his throat after a few seconds before continuing, "Y-Yes, of course."

Gokudera woke up feeling wasted. At least he recognized his own ceiling when he woke up, that reassured him that he wasn't kidnapped or anything. He yawned, rubbing his eyes sloppily. He walked to his bathroom, shutting the door lazily behind him.

He went up to the mirror, and froze at what he saw.

His eyes were sloppy and puffed up. Red underlined his eyes and his side silver locks stuck to his cheeks like a magnet. A wave of confusion passed before his eyes widened, the mirror reflecting his every move.

Gokudera felt tears starting to form once again. He desperately tried to push the thoughts away from his mind, but as memories of yesterday started to flow he hung his head low and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

-Flashback-

"Juu-Juudaime!" He had called when the ceremony was over. People were bursting out of the gymnasium in packs, and he could not see his Juudaime anywhere. He called several more times before he heard a reply.

"G-Gokudera-kun!" A mop of brown swayed his way. He blushed slightly. It was so cute the way his hair bounced with his movements, his innocent eyes that held a hidden declaration beneath, his lips as he-

Gokudera shook his head, now wasn't the time for that!

He stood in front of Tsuna, "U-Um... Juudaime, ca-can I say s-something?"

Tsuna tilted his head ever so lightly, "Sure, what is it?"

Gokudera shot his eyes down, not daring to look at his face, "Y-You see, u-um..." His mind swirled, his face heating up impossibly fast.

Come on, Hayato! Say it! You just need to say it! Even G supports you!

"U-Um... I... You..."

Dammit! Shit! Hayato! Say it! It doesn't matter if he rejects you, just say it and be done! You don't even have to hear his answer! Just-

"Gokudera-kun?" Tsuna's voice cut through his thoughts.

"S-Sorry, Juudaime! I w-wasn't concentrating! U-Um... what I wanted to say...um.. was that..." His voice drifted off further and further, and his confidence seemed to take after it.

"...I... to you..."

"Sorry, what was that, Gokudera-kun? I couldn't really hear it." Tsuna said.

"I-I like you!" He stood stiff, obediently awaiting the dreaded reply.

It never came. He opened his eyes-he didn't even realize when he had closed them- and he saw Tsuna shaking. Worried, he reached his hand forward, "A-Are you alright, Juudai-"

SLAP.

The noise and pain echoed in Gokudera's ears, and he took a shaky step backwards.

The Tenth's left hand was in mid-air, and his right was fisted into a ball. His face was partially hidden beneath his bangs, though Gokudera could spy through them and see his Juudaime's eyes.

His own widened; they were everything he needed to take a step back and run, just run, out of his sight and out of his life.

So he ran. He didn't look back even once, he feared that he would have to hear those words of rejection from the one he loved.

He ran without a hesitation, without a destination, but for somehow his legs brought him back to his apartment. By now, his eyes were unusable with tears squeezing out of the corner, and his mind went haywire with something he thought had healed a long time ago.

"Did you know? Master Hayato's mother'...

"We don't want a dirty filth like you!'...

"What? You want to join this famiglia? Don't joke with me!"...

"Hayato...your-"...

He brought his hands to his ears, trying to block the voices out of his head.

"Shut up..."

He slid down, and the last thing he could remember before his eyes shut down was two gentle hands hugging him and blurred words.

-End Flashback-

It doesn't matter if he rejects you.

"S-Shit..."

It mattered so much.

"Is everybody here?" A childish voice boomed.

A series of nods were placed instead of answers.

"Then, we'll start." The voice hopped up onto Tsuna's shoulders, and sat down comfortably. "As we agreed, we'll start working on this side."

"B-But-!" Tsuna started, but was cut off by Reborn pointing his gun to his cheek.

"No complaining. You're the one who spoke for all of us, right? So get your act together!" Right after he said that, his gun transferred into a big hammer and he smacked Tsuna right into the face.

"HIEEEEE!"

Everyone waited for the usual 'Reborn! Stop hurting Juudaime!' from a self-proclaimed right hand man, but it never came. Usually he would spring right at the chance to bite back at whoever insulted the Tenth, but there was nothing. He sat on the couch with a cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes casted on the table before him and a face so still that someone would think he was a statue.

Ryohei walked to where the Storm Guardian was sitting and pumped his hands in the air trying to get some enthusiasm into him, "OCTOPUS-HEAD! What's wrong with you today?"

A puff of smoke.

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong."

"Ahaha, Onii-chan, stop bothering Gokudera-kun, he's probably just tired." Yamamoto slung his arm over Ryohei's shoulder and smiled.

Tsuna looked over at Gokudera uncertainly. He felt guilt riding his back as soon as he pushed away his hand yesterday, and when he ran away without another word. He didn't know what to do when he received the confession, and probably he acted without thinking.

As expected, I'm still Dame-Tsuna.

He had done some 'reflections' on his actions right after he returned home and Reborn smacked reality into him. He didn't know why he did that, and before he could apologize Gokudera was already out of sight.

G, still disguising as the Storm Guardian, flicked his cigarette before puffing out another smoke cloud. His thoughts on helping Gokudera stopped when he saw the Guardian. It was him. He could sense that bastard's aura around him, although before the inheritance ceremony he couldn't sense anything at all.

Rain Guardians...

He stuffed his half-smoked cancer stick into the glass container in frustration and walked towards the door.

"Wait," Reborn called from the other side of the room.

G stopped.

"You don't even know what you have to do." Reborn continued as soon as he stopped.

G brought a fresh new stick from his pants pocket, "The Casti Glione Family, right?" and proceeded to walk out.

Reborn tipped his fedora up, and stared at the spot where the Storm Guardian was standing moments ago. Silence dawned onto him before he continued. "You all must have heard, the Ninth gave us simple missions that we will start on, as the Cloud Guardian graduated today. You all will be paired up, except for Dame-Tsuna and Lambo. Also, Mukuro's missions will be done by Tsuna instead, since he is still in the Vendice prison."

"W-What?" Tsuna said, rubbing his red cheek, "W-why?"

He received a glare, but also an answer nevertheless, "Because you have paperwork-"

"HIEEE! Paperwork?"

"-and Lambo is too young and stupid to go and fight." He finished off, ignoring the boss's complaint.

"Lambo is not young! Curse you! I can fight!" Lambo cried out, defending his status as the Thunder Guardian.

"We'll have to wait until Lambo is at least 10." Reborn said.

Tsuna opened his mouth to say something, but Reborn continued, "Tsuna. We both also agreed on that. He needs more time to tune up his assassination skills."

Tsuna quietened, he knew that the reason that it was changed was because of his pestering Reborn. He couldn't say anything to that, knowing Reborn had done something for him.

Reborn jumped down from Tsuna's shoulder. His green chameleon returned on top of the fedora, sleeping. He handed each of the remaining Guardians brown paper files. "Information is inside. Ryohei, you're with Hibari for now. Yamamoto, make sure you catch up to Gokudera. And, Tsuna..." He trailed off, Leon once again turning into a hammer.

"Finish your paperwork for today or we can train!" He whacked Tsuna down on his head, landing gracefully on the fallen body.

Tsuna paled, either way was death for him. Considering the stacks of papers on top of the grand desk at the back of the room, he guessed his hand will be unusable for the next day, but he really didn't want to go through Reborn's spartan way of training again, so he quietly got up and flopped down on the chair picking up a pen and furiously signing documents.

Reborn stroked his sideburns, "Go do your duties. I need to check up on something..."

"Ju-Juudaime!" Gokudera ran through the halls, frantically looking in every room.

He reached in front of two large grand doors, but before he could open it, it burst outwards revealing a bright face.

"Geh-!" Gokudera jumped backwards, hands already around several dynamites hidden around his body.

"Ah! Gokudera-kun, I thought you left already?" The owner of the smile said.

"Wah- Baseball-idiot! Don't scare me like that! What are you saying? I just arrived here!" Gokudera all but shouted into his face.

"Eh? But you were in the meeting and you walked off just moments before..." Gokudera didn't have to listen to the rest of the sentence, he linked a face already and anger seethed into his brain.

"G-G..." Gokudera hissed out.

"Gokudera-kun?"

Gokudera froze for the second time today. He knew that voice. That voice was the one that was playing like a tape recorder in his head the past few days, the only difference was that it was full of understanding, then hatred the next. He turned his face away from the source, not wanting to see the face that broke something of his just yesterday.

"Ba-Baseball-idiot, I... um-" He clutched the hem of his shirt, his voice breaking bit by bit every millisecond.

That hand...

"H-Have... I have to go now, so..." Gokudera's eyes glossed.

Those eyes...

"W-Would you give... my regards to... the T-Tenth-"

With that, Gokudera took off with tears just tearing from his eyes at the speed of light.

Gokudera punched the wall that supported him when he got outside.

"Shit!"

He had hoped he took control of his emotions when he faced the Tenth. It took him so much, so much time to force himself to try and not remember yesterday and act like nothing happened.

He knew that rejection and hatred will always go with his name, but he had this foolish tiny little hope that the Tenth would look past them.

"Shit!" He banged the walls again.

Dammit, this is G's doing, isn't it?

He sighed, all his temper gone at the mention of G.

What's been done has been done. Nothing I can do about it...

And here I was thinking that today was the end...

He clutched his hand around his Storm ring, raising his arm high into the air as if he was going to throw it.

He felt a strong grip on his wrists and a tug backward.

"What?" He snapped. His senses had increased ever since G appeared a year ago.

The person behind him stood silent, still holding onto his wrist. Gokudera wretched his hands from his grasp, hand still around the Storm ring, rubbing his wrist. He growled, his anger rising with every second. "What is it?"

"Kufufu. What do you think?" Mukuro's mist flames surrounded himself.

"About what?"

"Of your predicament."

"You seem to fucking know everything, don't you?"

"Well, it is my duty as a Guardian."

"Pft- Guardian my ass, you didn't seem to care about mafia and the Vongola just a second before." He patted imaginary dust on his pants, pretending to ignore the Mist Guardian. "And, I clearly remember that you and Chrome share the position. I would much rather like Chrome lecturing rather than you." And for you to just be blown to specks of ash that I can use for Uri's litter box. Bastard. He added as an afterthought.

He heard a series of his signature laugh, and shuddered. Damn, he must've heard that. Tch.

"My cute Chrome is resting, too bad~" Mukuro swung his trident, making an illusion over the trident to capture the ring enveloped in Gokudera's hand. "Kufufufu. And I'm not too sure if you can turn me into ashes if you haven't got your ring~" Mukuro waited for an attempt of a punch, but all he got was the Storm Guardian standing there, not doing anything about his stolen ring and insult. "Well, if you insist-"

"Che. Shut up. Keep the damn ring for all I care." Gokudera rotated a full 180 degrees before stalking off to who-knows-where. Mukuro picked up some mumbles of 'don't care about that stupid ring...' before smiling a smile that could rival Yamamoto's.

"Kufufufu..." He dispelled the illusion; a thick indigo mist swirled around until it dissipated to reveal a young girl with a green school uniform.

Chrome opened her eyes to find her hand holding the Vongola Storm Guardian's ring. Her big innocent purple eyes spotted the owner of the ring's back a few meters away. Her soft velvety voice drifted across the air.

"Ah! G-Gokudera-kun!"

Gokudera had not gotten very far when he heard his name being shouted. He paused in his tracks, turning his head towards the person who dared to call his by his given name.

His eyes reflected a soft red storm flame encasing around G's body.

"G." He said in acknowledgment.

"I-... I did your mission for you." G started, for the lack of better things to say.

"Hn... Thanks." Gokudera replied with a nod of his head.

Another presence was near, and that person squeezed herself behind the tree, hoping that she wouldn't be noticed. Chrome huffed out quick breaths, she ran as fast as she could to Gokudera, but before she could reach out, Gokudera had turned around with her back to her and whispered a name that Chrome struggled to hear.

She clutched her trident and Gokudera's ring, wondering what Gokudera was doing talking to midair.

Kufufufu... Chrome, you can't possibly think there's no one there.

Mu-Mukuro-sama! She tensed, and closed her eyes for a better communication with him.

Chrome, do you see that flame? Mukuro continued, his voice resonating through her ears.

Flame?

Chrome opened her eyes to peek, but when she did, all she saw was Gokudera standing there, talking to someone- now she knows- that she couldn't see.

Mukuro-sama, there is a flame...? Her voice carried out like a statement.

Mukuro chuckled, and opened her Box Weapon. A mist flame flew in front of her eyes, forming several lens with small angel wings on each lens. Her eyes widened as a person appeared with Gokudera, both surrounded in the red Storm flame. Chrome stared at the two boys as they faced each other. They looked almost the same, they both had the same hairstyle, though the other person's was dyed red, with a tattoo snaking up his cheek.

Mukuro-sama... Chrome whispered.

Let's see where this Storm flame leads us.

Chrome nodded, and returned to spy on the two individuals, one of them only visible through her lens.

Meanwhile, G and Gokudera was still absent-minded, both members not wanting to say anything.

G noted that both of his hands were bare, not a ring in sight. His brows furrowed, but a blank face looked upon Gokudera's.

"You don't have to." He said upon realizing what a missing ring meant. "Drop it."

Gokudera stayed silent.

"Don't. They need you here." G urged, stepping forward.

"I already arranged everything. Tomorrow evening, G. Don't be late." Gokudera lit a cigarette, bringing it up to his lips. "I don't regret this at all, G."

G stared at his retreating back, Hayato's plain but pained face flashing across his memory.

G could see it, even if he hid it and held it in professionally.

He could see his pained expression.

Mukuro-sama... they look just like twins...

Kufufu, they're not, my dear Chrome. Look closer.

But they have the same... Chrome gasped as realization dawned onto her.

You don't mean-!

Gokudera Hayato had finally found a destination to head to.

Preview-

Next Chapter; Meltdown

"Tsuna-" It was the first time anyone heard anything other than 'Juudaime' coming from his lips, "The most important thing was that you trusted me. I broke that, so-... No,
Ci rivedremo, sicuramente. Addio, Vongole Decimo."

"Hahi! Gokudera-kun! What do you think you're doing? Get down from there! You'll get hurt!"

(A/N)- Gah... I don't even know if this story will get any readers... -cries- And... I can't write to save my life. Please spare this poor excuse of a writer and help her improve her writing~

Flames will be used for Chrome to see G~ Oh, I prefer red flames~

Reviews or just a simple hello/comment will be the joy of my life~