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Happiest Day.

Chapter.01.

For Tsunayoshi, his wedding day wasn't just important to his bride; it was also meant to the happiest day of his life - it was meant to be, but it wasn't.

He had some reservations about having a church ceremony; he didn't think it was right to stand under God, when he had done so many terrible things in his life, but he put it to bed because his soon to be-wife had asked for it.

By his side was his sweet-heart, Kyoko, and in the middle of them was the vicar, who had his bible open and ready. The benches were full of family and friends; chatting silently amongst themselves; it was a full house, which Tsunayoshi was thankful for, although he found it embarrassing to be the centre of so much attention - he still couldn't handle it if it went outside meetings.

So here he was, standing in a new suit; waiting for his best man to show his face, so that the wedding could commence; they'd have to have words about this later, but Tsunayoshi knew that Gokudera wouldn't be late unless it was life and death. Because the bomber had been so elated when Tsuna had asked him if he would do the honours.

Tsuna swore he saw sparkles. He had seen so many sparkles.

He glanced between his off-the-shelve watch; which Reborn had told him time and time again to get rid of and to find something more suitable of a mafia boss, and Kyoko; vaguely thinking how beautiful she looked in the white dress she picked out, when the church double-doors opened a crack; Gokudera slid in silently, as everyone turned to look at the late arrival.

Tsunayoshi's smile fell off his face, when he saw his right-hand man's blazing orbs, though the guardian was doing a good job of keeping his face lax; courtesy of Reborn - Hayato couldn't keep his emotion from his eyes, which told the brunet that something was seriously wrong.

"B-boss, I-I'm sorry for being late on such an important day, you have my sincere apologises" Gokudera murmured, in a tone that was just loud enough to let everyone else hear what he had said, without shouting or bowing multiple times, like he would have done in the past.

His emerald orbs straying to Kyoko in-between.

Tsunayoshi's eyes hardened; he didn't like this. Stepping a foot forward, the brunet gently pulled the smoker up the only, little step that showed where the aisle stopped and stood the man in front of him "What's wrong?" he asked, with his hands on his friend's shoulders for reassurance, and briefly nodding to Reborn, who had walked over in sensing the raising trouble.

Gokudera grimaced, and paled considerably, before looking at all the guest and sighed; he couldn't just shout it out, not with so many people around. So with that thought, he bent low into his boss' ear and whispered words that felt like acid on his tongue; for what he had to say would surely break Tenth's heart.

Tsunayoshi choked, before looking up to Gokudera, who had pulled away and then to Reborn, whose eyes had sharpened as he had been listening in and then to his father, that had come over when his ears had caught hold of some of what Hayato had to say "Are…you certain?" the brunet asked, once he had found his voice, though he knew it was foolish to question his storm's resources; they were the best, after all, and he was certain that Gokudera would cut his own arm off before giving him any information, he had even a little doubt in.

Hayato went to open his mouth, but Tsunayoshi shook his head and smiled weakly at him, to tell his friend it wasn't necessary "Sorry to put you in this position" the Vongola spoke tenderly, which turned his right-hand man paler - if possible, before the guardian bowed slightly, muttering a 'Boss' in acknowledgment of his dismissal, before stepping off to the side.

"Mukuro" Tsunayoshi called.

The illusionist, who had been watching the interaction intently, perked when hearing his name and unwrapped his arm from Chrome's, once he saw his boss' hand gesture which was waving him over. Standing from the seat, he walked sideways to avoid bumping into people, as they in-turn, tried to move out of the way, before quickly walking up the petal scattered aisle to reach the Vongola.

Pulling the man in front of him, closer, Tsunayoshi kept his voice low; so that it would be unheard by prying ears "Mukuro, can I ask of you a favour?"

Rokudo paused for a moment; what on earth had he missed?, was someone attacking one of their allied forces?, or the Vongola themselves?. Though he shoved those thoughts away, for however important the Tenth's wedding was to him, the illusionist was sure that if someone was in danger, he would ignore his own needs and do what he thought was right; that's the kind of man he grew into.

"Of course" he replied, after a stained laugh.

"I need you to do a multilayer illusion for me. The first will be to keep the guest's busy and the second, well, I want you to block out what's about to happen" Tsunayoshi explained, because what was about to happen, wasn't something he wanted everyone he ever met to be apart of it; it's embarrassing enough as it is "is that alright?"

Mukuro raised an eyebrow, before looking at the three powerful men that had come to stand behind Sawada; maybe something was wrong "My pleasure, Tsunayoshi" he agreed, his reward was the most lacklustre smile he had ever seen from the brunet; which made him wonder what could make his boss pull such a sad expression, though he didn't question it yet as he was gently pushed to the side, next to his fellow guardian.

Tsunayoshi clapped his hands in order to get everyone's attention, while looking at a few faces in particular; Enma, who was sitting with his right-hand, to the left side in the front row. His mother, who was also in the first row, only on the right, and then to his guardians, who were all scattered close by; said people looking concerned; they could probably see straight through him right now.

"I'm extremely sorry about the wait, everyone" he said in a powerful voice; which Reborn had taught him how to use, looking at Kyoko's frown in the corner of his eye as he bowed, before straightening himself "Hayato-kun also sends his most heart felt apologises. So to make up for it, my illusionist will perform for you" Tsuna knew that he was barely fooling anyone; nearly all his friends are in the mafia and while his acting was first-rate, nothing made sense, and while in the underworld, your taught to read between the lines.

"Mukuro" the brunet nodded for him to start, as the man bobbed his head back, before stepping forward and conjuring up his trident, while blocking the passageway and concealing the area behind him in the same moment; hopefully he could keep everyone's attention.

Tsunayoshi felt a shiver travel up his back, which was prove enough that the back of the church was now closed off; just like he had asked. Turning to the vicar, who looked old and sagely as he stared back "I'm also sorry for this, but may you give us a minute?, I promise your troubles will be compensated" the senior paused, surveying him before he sighed and gave his consent.

"T-Tsu-kun, what's wrong?" Kyoko asked, puzzlement etched onto her face as her fiancé turned to her, glancing at the vicar, who had walked away to give them some space "has something happened?" her voice was wary.

Tsunayoshi stared at her; his eyes, which had slanted slightly over the years, grew more so, as they burned amber; it wasn't necessary to use so much power to read into her, but he wanted to be completely sure "Yes, Kyoko-chan" he breathed "something is wrong"

Said woman blinked, her brow deepening further "T-then -"

"Kyoko-can, are you having an affair?" Tsunayoshi asked, cutting her off completely. His words were spoken emotionlessly and she flinched, staggering back a step while everyone else that were behind him were silent.

"W-why -"

Tsunayoshi watched as she turned flustered 'It's true then…' he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry; he had put so much into this relationship to make it work, so was that still not enough? - was he not enough for her?. Biting down a whimper, he pushed his facial muscles into a smile, though that expression made his family wince "Kyoko-chan" his tone was gentle; soothing, despite his inner turmoil.

Crossing the distance between them, Tsuna planted his two hands on her bare shoulders and felt her tense "Just tell me the truth, don't worry - I won't be mad" she stared at him, wide-eyed, her glossy lips ajar and on the brink of tears "I promise, I just want the truth"

Salty liquid poured down her face, as a sob erupted from her mouth and her body shook "I'm sorry, T-Tsu-kun, I really am so sorry" she cried, as she clutched her stomach with one hand and bought the other to her eyes, where she tried to fruitlessly rub away her tears.

"B-boss" Mukuro's voice alerted, though Tsuna held a hand up in the man's general direction to silence his guardian; his gut turned against that decision; saying that he needed to listen to Rokudo, and he knew when he disregarded that feeling, that he'd regret it later.

"It's-…I was lonely, I know-I know that's selfish of me" she whimpered, as she shook her head; her up-do became dislodged; some of the pins falling out, and strands of her long hair coming out completely "I-I know how hard you worked to come home to me everyday, and if you missed a day you'd-you'd always make it up, a-a-and I k-know how exhausted you got because of-of it" she cried.

Tsunayoshi's heart squeezed, tight, God it was tight; like someone had just flattened it under their shoe, and nausea followed; he had never felt so sick before and he thought that was stupid because he had surely been through worse, hadn't he? - he had been shot multiple times, he's been stabbed and bitten, he's been kicked and beaten - he had been through all types of bodily harm possible.

No, no this is worse, this is far worse.

His stomach twisted and turned, and his skin burned "I…see" he murmured, as his smile quivered; it hurt to keep it there, it was tiring to keep it there, but he persisted.

"B-but I really, really do love you, Tsu-kun, I-" her voice died in her throat as a slender finger made it's way onto her lips, telling her to stop; oh, to please stop, because he didn't know if he could take anymore of it, he didn't know if mister-second-coming-of-Primo, mister-powerful-boss, could take it without losing his breakfast he had been, thankfully, too nervous to eat, or if he could without crying, and that was something he just wouldn't do.

"I'm sorry I made you lonely" he murmured, while staring her straight in the eye and some small part of him was demanding why he was the one apologising. He took a deep breath to try and settle himself; brushing her tears away with his thumbs, as he cupped her cheeks, so very tenderly "I'm sorry, Kyoko…-san, but I'm going home" he said which made her sob again, her hands holding on to his, before he could remove them from her face.

"P-please-please, Tsu-kun, you can't mean that, I-I know you've loved me since-since middle school, a-and I too, shortly after. Y-your t-the most amazing, kind p-person a-and…" she whimpered, her grip tightening after every word, and he wished she wouldn't; he wished she wouldn't beg - not because of this, not now.

Biting the inside of his mouth, Tsunayoshi removed his hands from hers, and they felt cold, they felt cold and lonely "I've…always been no-good…and I thought I…had partly solved that" he averted his eyes for a second, before filling his lungs and realigning his orange gaze "but if I'm still not good enough, Kyoko-san,… I never will be"

Leaning forward, and tilting his head slightly, he kissed her cheek, his lips just grazing over her burning skin, as his was turning so cold "Thank you for your feelings, Kyoko-san, but this is a goodbye" stepping away, he felt weak, just turning to Mukuro, when he felt all the eyes staring at him; and he knew then, by the way they were looking at him, that they had seen everything.

"M-Mukuro?" he stuttered, looking between his guardian and all the frowns and tears in the seating area; they knew, they saw, and suddenly he felt twice as bad, as everyone else was frozen in place, including Kyoko, who was staring at him in horror.

The illusionist shook his head in apology; Kyoko's loud cries had broken the fake wall he had put in their place; he had tried to tell his boss, but he was too preoccupied and now the guardian knew why, and couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotion, just like everyone else in this church.

"W-wait, T-Tsu-kun!" Kyoko cried, as graphed hold of his arm; trembling badly as she saw her life crumbling around her - slowly, quickly.

Tsunayoshi felt his heart stop with her touch and it made him feel so much worse; he didn't have the strength for this, he just didn't know what else to do; all he wanted right now was a darkroom and his bed, that's all. He wanted out of these clothes and to be out of this church.

"Step back, woman" the brunet hazily looked at his cloud guardian, who had just separated the two of them, tonfa slapping her hand away as she clutched it to her chest, looking pained as more and more liquid fell down. Though Tsunayoshi wasn't paying attention to any of this as he stared at Kyoya, who was looking back; something rare flashing in his slanted orbs.

Tsunayoshi blinked out of his daze and tried to widen his smile as thanks, nodding his head before turning to attention to the crowd of people, who were at a lose as to what to do "I'm incredibly sorry that you had to witness this…" he bowed, his Japanese background still running thick in his veins, despite being in Italy "and I know you've all taken time to come out of your schedule to attended, but I'm afraid the promised wedding is no longer taking place. However, you are still invited back to the Vongola estate for dinner, as I'm sure that you've cancelled your plans for me"

Straightening himself, he looked at all the faces that were about to protest, and laughed; the sound stained and humourless "It's really no trouble and it'll be my pleasure" he smiled. he felt tired. He felt so tired.

"I understand you've all bought your own transport, and so factoring that in, the meal should be served in an hour, anyone who has other business to attend to may just leave, and we can reschedule. Now, if you'll excuse me" because I'm too tried to keep this up.

"Reborn" the brunet called as he turned to his left, while trying not to look at his father's or Gokudera's faces of disbelief, while said man just nodded to his name "could you call Tito and asked him and everyone else to start preparing the food?" he asked.

Reborn just stood there for awhile, his sharp eyes analyzing his student; he would have refused but found himself nodding when he realised that the smallest, littlest thing would have Tsunayoshi snap, and while he hated the face Tsuna was showing him, he knew that rubbing salt into the wound would do nothing to help.

Tsunayoshi stood, watching for a moment as Reborn reached into his pocket and bought out his phone, until he saw Hana approaching; smart, sarcastic Hana was stomping her way up the aisle, having abounded her seat and was about to reach him when Mukuro positioned himself in her way.

"Your in the way, monkey" she growled, her fists balled either side of her as she looked deathly white; she had gradually paled further and further, the more she had seen her best friend and Tsuna interact and she had finally hit boiling point.

Mukuro looked upon her coldly, before pulling up his usual smirks and laughing his usual laugh; just like normal, expect it wasn't - he could feel his boss breaking, and it made him more then a little uneasy and more the a little protective "If you want to talk to the unfaithful woman, than you can talk with her later"

Hana nearly shrived at the tone, and even took a glance to her best friend, who was trying desperately to bypass the cloud guardian, and shook her head, realigning her sight a moment later "I'll deal with her later" despite what people may or may not think, what was wrong was wrong, and Hana wouldn't condole it. Especially when the victim is the man she has been living with since she married her husband; she had gotten to know Tsuna so much better since their time in school together, and she recognised him as one of the few decent men around.

Mukuro looked ready to protest, when the brunet patted his shoulder and moved in front "I'm sorry about that Hana, please, is there anything you need?" he asked in a coarse voice. trying to talk over the lump. While feeling so broken and heavy.

Hana felt something snap; the was a limit to being kind, and no one seems to have told that to him. Biting her lip; scowl still in place, she walked forward and did what nearly everyone else wanted to do, she dragged him into a tight embrace; her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders "Show me that face after today, and you won't hear the end of it!"

Hana felt the man choke; why couldn't he just cry?, no one would blame him, and no one would look down on him for it, and if they did, they'd have her to deal with her. She had leant about the mafia when her relationship with Ryohei started to get serious, but she didn't care; she didn't care how strong they were - this man should be able to show his very, colourful emotions at times like this.

Tsuna tensed; he didn't want this, not now and certainly not here; pity irritated him as much as the next person, but the thing he really didn't want was kindness, because he was sure that as soon as he relaxed; he'd break down completely, and he couldn't allow himself to do that right now - he wouldn't just worry everyone he knew, he'd open himself up to attack.

The brunet mentally checked to see if his smile was still in place before he pulled the woman away by her shoulders, and he suddenly felt like a terrible person; this was Hana, Kyoko's best friend, he didn't want to be the wedge between them "You don't need to worry about me" he said just in time for Ryohei to be by his wife's side; he looked like a ghost, and his soul was writhing into himself "if I say I'm fine, then I'm fine"

The sun guardian shook his head "No. That's why we need to be" which made Tsuna gag; the boxer had grown so much over the years - he had mellowed out and knew when it was time to be extreme and when it wasn't.

The brunet composed himself, a shiver barely suppressed and to ordinary people, he would have looked just fine; maybe a little hung-over, but fine. But these weren't ordinary people, they were friends that he had known since he was a teen; friends that he had protected, and who returned the favour. These people were family who natured and took care of him, so it was easy for them to tell just how much he was hurting right now.

Tsunayoshi's hands fell away from Hana's shoulders "I'm grateful, because I found out, I didn't make a mistake" he smiled, barely able to hold down the choke that came with it, and blinded himself to Kyoko's continuous cries "it's obvious now, that I couldn't make her happy, she can move on and live the life she wanted" heat washed over him and he swayed slightly.

"Tsuna…" Ryohei frowned, about to say more when the man he so respected, shook him off.

"It's fine, big brother, I -"

"Tsu-kun!" Kyoko wailed, silencing his words with an audible hitch as he dared a glance over to her and the state she was in; Kyoya was still holding her back with a look of annoyance and disgust, his arm wrapped around her waist and her arms held out in his direction.

Tsunayoshi felt a headache coming on; his body was starting to get so incredibly heavy and ache, and he found that he just couldn't look at her, because not only did it make him feel guilty for making her so sad, it made him feel even sicker. Turning back to Ryohei and his wife, he tried to put a calm front up; he couldn't show them anything but his best, for they were standing beside him and not her; this was her brother and friend, and they were still here with him.

"I've done all I can with Kyoko-san, please take care of her tonight, so she doesn't do anything stupid" he bowed and Ryohei grimaced; his boss was pushing himself too far this time "you have my permission to stay and tend to her, until…she recovers. Your assignments are on-hold until further notice"

"But -" what about you?

"You're her brother, oni-san. She's crying and upset, and I know how much you want to go over there. I won't mind one bit, because she needs you" Tsuna explained, while more and more of his heart chipped away; how he was still going, was a mystery, even to him.

The guardian's lips frowned and his brow knitted deeper and deeper "She may be my little sister, and I do love her, but your also my little brother and I love you just as much" he may have asked Tsuna to call him 'big brother' on a whim, on what feels like a lifetime ago, but after they've been through so much together, he honestly consider the small brunet family.

"I appreciate that" Tsunayoshi bowed again, before nearly jumping out of his skin entirely as a large hand planted itself onto his frail shoulder, rotating on his heel, he settled himself on seeing his father.

"Tsuna…"

"It's alright" the brunet reassured, and suddenly everything was worse, his ears had started to buzz and it was getting louder and louder; the walls of the church felt like they were enclosing in on him and it was making him feel suffocated "It's alright" it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright.

"Tsu-kun!" he turned to his name, but knew before hand who it was; it wasn't just the voice which was dripping with worry, it was because only two people would call him that. His eyes settled on his mother, who had just bypassed not only both Ryohei and his wife, but Mukuro.

"Ah, mum" he said, and felt like something was climbing out of his mouth and burning the inside of his throat, while expanding that area; it was dreadful, it was painful and he would have given anything to just make it stop; he wanted it to stop! "I'm sorry you had to see all that, are…you alright?" he asked gently.

Tears welled in the woman's eyes "Tsu- Tsu-kun,…I…" she didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do; she had left her seat as soon as she had recovered from the shock, intent on giving her son the hug of his life, but now she knew she couldn't; she could feel that he didn't want to be touched right now, and that any form of kindness shown would just hurt him more, she could tell and it put her at a loss at what to do.

"Tsuna!" came another out of breath voice from down the aisle; and said brunet had to look past all the other people that were starting to gather around him, to Yamamoto, who was wobbling his way up; the man was still getting used to his crutches from his last mission and his three broken ribs weren't helping the matter any.

Though, after Yamamoto, more and more people were calling for him; getting closer, and he was feeling more and more suffocated; he needed air, he needed space and he needed to lay down, before he fell down, because in all honesty, he felt about ready to collapse as more and more voices intermingled.

He was starting understood why Hibari liked being alone.

He couldn't breath; he was standing upright, he was still standing; still functioning, but he couldn't breath, he needed to breath!, he needed oxygen!, he needed out!. But he found that he couldn't move, his feet weren't working - he was trapped in the middle of a crowd of concerned people and he couldn't move!. His voice was stuck in his throat and his heartbeat was thumping painfully against his chest and he needed air!.

Tsuna was screaming inside, he was dying inside, before a firm hand graphed hold of his wrist and pulled him out of the crowd and away from his crying fiancée. And with that one touch, he could breath again; he inhaled audibly as he filled his lungs and ignored the burning ache that he had caused because of it.

It took him awhile to process that he was being led outside, and he could no longer deny himself of what he wanted, so he followed the person like a shadow as he was dragged along and hoped to God that his legs didn't give up on him as they trembled under his own weight; wobbly and frail, as he reminded himself to put one foot in front of the other. One, two. One, two. One, two. One, two. One, two. One ,two…

"You can rest now, Tsuna-san." he realised then that he was far away from the church; he was in one of his favourite parks; in his secret spot, that he had only told a few selected people about. He blinked his blearily eyes to see, because he knew that voice, if anything. His gaze landed and a half-frowning half-smiling brunette.

Ah, he did know this woman, he knew her all too well, this was -

"Haru"


A/N -

So, this started as a one-shot, but it's grown into something more; it'll probably only last a few chapters - not too many, but I hope you enjoy this, I tried my best and I hope I did some justice to this, but I don't have much confidence with it...this kind of story's new to me and I don't know if...I don't know if it's descent.

So, um...here's a TsunaXHaru,...this is actually the second fic I'm working on that involves a wedding, so I was wondering if anyone had ever been to one, personally, I haven't but I think I'd like to go to one someday; though having my own would take a very big miracle.


I Apologise if there are any mistakes in my spelling/ grammar, or if you find anything I have written offensive.


Thank you to everyone who added 'Happiest Day' to their favorites/ alerts or who took the time to review, you also have my gratitude for reading.

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