Sapphire09: This is my first attempt on writing a Reborn fanfic... I'm new in this, so please forgive any OOC-ness that happens in this story. I tried to keep them in character as much as possible, but I'm sure I'll still miss many things.

WARNING: Grammar and OOCness, that's all I could think of...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Reborn

The sound of the wind and waves crashing against the shore brought him out from the oblivion he was in. The first thing he noticed was the burning sensation that enveloped his body. It was so painful, like someone was trying to burn him alive. However, the burn seemed to spread from where his thigh should be and from one of his eyes. He wanted to curl, to do something to make the pain disappear, but he couldn't move. His motor sensory seemed to be unable to receive his brain's order. Even though his mind seemed to be unable to perceive anything, he could catch the smell of water that invaded his nose and he could taste the salty texture of something wet.

Distantly, far at the back of his mind, he also felt the creeping sensation of something warm, something enveloping against him. Slowly, through the burning pain of his body, he opened his eyes. Through his half-lidded eyes, the blurry image of something vast and blue, with blotches of white, invaded his vision. Its name was somewhere in the back of his mind, but he couldn't make out the word in the midst of the burning.

The burning sensation soon became too unbearable for his as he felt himself dragged back into the void. Before he lost all his senses, however, he could hear a distinct cry, coming from somewhere far away, like a call carried by the wind.

"Hey! There's someone there!"

~|Due Cieli|~
(Two Skies)
by Sapphire09

Aitaku naru no "shoudou" nakitaku naru no "juunjou"
(The "urge" of wanting to see you, the "innocence" that made me want to cry)

Natsu no hi ni tobikonda hotaru wa kaeranai
(The fireflies that flew into the fire of summer will not return)

Ikimono Gakari - Hotaru no Hikari (Naruto 5th Opening)

TARGET I
The Darkest Sky of Night

"…So pitiful…."

A voice reverberated through his surroundings, echoing from every side, every range of his hearing. The burning was gone, the pain was missing. The tranquility he felt was enveloping, numbing every sense of touch he had. His eyes slowly opened, however unfocused.

'…Who…?' he thought. His mind registered the feeling of floating, yet the numb feeling that was spread across his entire body, the feeling of touching nothing. His unfocused eyes tried to make out an image, a scene to identify something, yet all he could see only the vast light blue color with clear shine that reminded him of a crystal. His couldn't think of anything, only sense of curiosity remained.

"Are you really…? I guess that was…" the voice echoed again, paying no heed to the question he just asked.

He tried to look, moving his line of sight—however unfocused—slightly to the left and right, trying to catch something, anything, out of the vast blue that surrounded his vision.

"…I—," the voice reverberated again. This time, he caught a black figure, so far away, so little in his eyes, seemingly to be nothing more than a small black dot in the midst of never-ending blue. Its presence… wasn't unfamiliar to him.

Is it …? No… That's not him… It's different… somehow…

Who?

He tried to focus, he really did, but it quickly disappeared as he felt himself being pulled back to the darkness for the second time.

The burning sensation came again, but not as hurtful as before. Unlike the numb sensation he felt before, he felt himself enveloped with warmth and comfort, despite the pain he felt. Unlike the enveloping pain he had before, he only felt the throbbing sensation on his eye—right eye—and on his mid-thigh, his left one. He felt more pains on other parts of his body, but the rest was nothing more than stinging sensation and alike.

In the midst of darkness he could hear voices, echoing against each other. His hearing couldn't make out any coherent words, only soft murmurs and echoes. Blurry light entered his vision. He only could make out the colors, since it was too blurry for him to make out the shapes. The light soon pained his eyes, so he invited the darkness again. He then felt something reverberated in his throat, before a hoarse voice was heard. It wasn't a word, only noise. Only later he realized that the voice was his.

"—wake?" another voice, soft and childish, entered his ear. He tried to invite the light to his eyes again, to see a shadow looming over him. The shadow blocked some of the light, but he still needed to blink to adjust his eyes to the light.

"…Wh—?" he tried to ask, no matter weakly, but his throat felt so painful when he tried to speak. The voice he let out was so hoarse; he couldn't even recognize it as his own. His eyes could only make out a face, yet was shadowed and all he could see was the small lips. Those lips formed a smile, before the figure moved and the blinding light pained his eyes again, forcing them close. But, instead of letting darkness enveloped him, he tried to adjust his sight to the light. When he finally could see clearly, he saw wooden ceiling, adorned with a simple square lamp. After a while, he noticed that he's under a warm blanket on a futon.

"I see you've awoken," a deep, heavy voice of a man suddenly said from his side. He turned his head slowly to the source, to his left, to see, of course, a man stood. He didn't look any older than thirty-five, and he supported a dark brown locks. His short hair looked like it hasn't been combed for years. The man had a gentle look on his dark brown eyes, and his lips supported a small smile. His jaw looked strong and square-shaped, with stubble adorning it. He wore a green haori, with a simple white shirt beneath and a simple pair of brown pants that reached his ankles. Old-fashioned, that was what he looked like.

Behind the man, he noticed a girl no older than eight, with a small smile that made him sure that she was the one that he saw earlier the minute he woke up. The girl had the same color for hair like the man, but hers fall straight to her shoulder. Her hair was parted from the middle down to her shoulder. A strand of hair fell in between her honey-colored eyes. She didn't look as old-fashioned as the male, but her look is still quite simple; just a white long-sleeved shirt with a pink sleeveless one-piece dress that reached past her knees.

Just after he took notice of them, he noticed something was wrong.

His range sight doesn't seem to be as wide as before. He couldn't see anything on his right side.

"Huh—!" Surprised, he shot straight up as he gasped. However, that action brought unimaginable ache to his body. He couldn't even yell out in pain since it hurts too much, only a groan. He barely noticed that the male had come closer to him and helped to sit, trying to put him in a position where it won't be as hurtful.

"Whoa there, be careful. You weren't on your best, you know?" the male said, almost in a reprimanding way, but he barely heard it. Slowly, when the pain was eased, he touched his right eye, and noticed the texture of a cloth—bandage, he presumed—was wrapped over his right eye. He then noticed a glass of water was pushed to him by the male.

"Drink up. You must be thirsty," the male said with a smile that reminded him of Yamamoto.

Yamamoto? Who—ah… right, Yamamoto… But—

The name reminded him of his other friends, and a stream of memories flooded into his mind, making him to remember his hometown. This place… wasn't Namimori, he realized. This wasn't his house, nor did he remember this place being a hospital. So, the question formed in his mind and all he had to do was to voice it to get his answer.

"Wh—," he felt something hurting his throat as he tried to vibrate the air in his throat to make out the words, but his throat felt too dry and itched, so he coughed instead. He took the offered water and drank it greedily. He could feel the cool water washed off his throat.

"So, what was it?" the male asked once he finished drinking off the water. His throat still hurt, but it wasn't as bad as before.

"Wh-Where… is this…?" he tried to ask and the voice came out as hoarse, though not as bad as before. He couldn't remember anything but darkness. His mind seemed to be slow in processing his memory since he couldn't remember anything on how he got here and why he was hurt.

The man beside him patted the girl's head, who took a seat beside the male. "You're in my house," he said, "You were injured pretty badly when the townspeople found you. Had they found you a minute later, you would've died out of blood loss. I was even surprised that you still survived."

He frowned at the male, more in confusion rather anything, really.

"Blood loss?" he repeated. He then took a good look to his body. His thin frame was bandaged up, from his shoulder to his chest and his stomach. His arms also weren't in a better state. Without looking, he figured his legs would be the same too, if the throbbing pain on his left thigh were any indication.

But, weirdly, his left leg seemed to be… numb. He wanted to see, but at the same time, fear took over him out of nowhere.

"Ah," the male started. That smile that reminded him of Yamamoto still plastered there. "I haven't introduced myself, right? I'm Mizusawa Ito. I may not look like it, but I'm this town's doctor," Ito introduced himself. He then turned to the girl and introduced her too.

"She's my daughter, Fuyu. Fuyu, introduce yourself," Ito said. The child then let out a shy smile and introduced herself.

"I'm Mizusawa Fuyu… Nice to meet you…"

Both of them then looked at him expectantly, making him to realize that it is his turn to introduce himself. So, that he did.

"My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi… Nice to meet you too."

"HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!"

The booming voice of one Gokudera Hayato filled the Sawada Household, followed by the sound of flesh collided against the carpeted floor. Yamamoto Takeshi, who sat beside him, did nothing to calm his friend as he, too, felt anger—and hopelessness—built up inside him, if his tightly-clenched fists were anything to go by. Both of them were sitting inside the vacant room of one Sawada Tsunayoshi, their friend whose whereabouts was currently unknown.

By the window frame of the said room, a baby in black suit with a fedora adorned his head, Reborn, sat together with his ever present green chameleon, Leon. His eyes were shadowed by the fedora, but his little lips formed a deep frown.

Just beside the door, Fuuta sat down like a doll, hugging his big ranking book tightly as if it was his lifeline. His eyes red and marks of drying tears were visible under his eyes. Near him, sat Lambo, who looked left and right, neither understanding nor comprehending what was going on. I-pin sat down quietly with Bianchi, who watched everyone's frustration by the corner of her eyes, on Tsuna's bed.

The door suddenly opened, to reveal one Sasagawa Ryohei. He was quiet, a sight that was very much not him.

"I've taken Kyoko back home. She's with Haru now," he said solemnly. No one turned, but they all heard him. Reborn nodded after a while, but that was all. Sawada Household which was often filled with laughter and chaos now became no different than a cemetery when the owners were gone.

It was supposed to be a nice vacation trip to Okinawa, a summer vacation for Vongola Decimo's family. It all began when Nana won a lottery, a trip to Okinawa for two people. Naturally, it was for herself and her son, Tsuna, but Reborn gave an idea for all of them to go instead. However, the ticket given was only for two, and the flight was full, so Reborn, Gokudera, Yamamoto, Bianchi, and the rest was supposed to follow in the next flight.

Then, it happened.

Right before they were about to broad, the news on the plane Tsuna and Nana was on crashed and sank in the middle of the ocean was heard, the cause was unknown. No known survivor was founded, as the bodies were also disappeared deep into the ocean. The wreckage of the plane couldn't even be founded, as the exact location became unknown. Search parties were already dispatched, but still no update on the progress.

They hoped, really hoped, that both of them survived. The Vongola and its allies already pulled some strings, but the result was still unknown.

Reborn had a thought that the crash was planned, but the list of suspects was too long for any of them to actually do anything. So, all they could do for now is to wallow in self pity and hope than Tsuna and his mother were saved.

Waiting had never felt this horrible.

"So they found me drifting by the sea shore?"

Fuyu nodded shyly at him as she put down his food from the tray she brought to the side of his futon for easy access. The food was nothing special, only a bowl of rice porridge, considering his condition. A pot of green tea and a mug was prepared nearby.

"W-When they took you h-here, y-you looked bad a-and pale," she stuttered out, face flushed in red. "A-Actually, t-there was another p-person t-they brought… A w-woman that looks l-like you."

Tsuna widened his visible eye in realization. His mother! How could he forget about her!

He then remembered fire and explosion, also the chaos that happened back in the plane before he blacked out. They—

"Where is she now!" he asked suddenly and lurched his body forward, making Fuyu flinched in surprise and made himself enveloped in pain. He groaned out when he felt the pain and backed down a bit.

"Chichi is a-attending her r-right now. H-He put her in t-the room n-next door," she said, looking apologetically at his as she did so. Tsuna wanted to stand, to run to her place, to find that she is okay, but his leg seemed to disobey his brain. He couldn't move his left leg, no matter what he did. He could feel his right leg, but to actually stand, he needed his left leg. Frustrated, he took the blanket off to see what actually happened to his leg. Previous fear was forgotten.

He didn't notice the warned look that Fuyu had on her face before it was too late.

He was wearing nothing but his boxer, which he already expected. His right leg was bandaged heavily, from his thigh to his knee, and around his ankle. Bruises and scratches were visible, but it was already expected too since his body and arms were not in a much better condition. He had thought that his left leg wouldn't be in a different state, so he expected that his leg was badly injured and bandaged through and through.

He didn't expect to not see his left leg, from his mid-thigh down to his foot. He didn't see it, at all. His left mid-thigh was heavily bandaged, and blood was still thickly visible on the white cloth, seeping in to the futon.

"Eh…?" was all that he could mutter out before he shakily reach out to his mid-thigh, carefully lined the bloodied cloth down. He touched the futon, the spot where the rest of his leg should be, expecting it to only be invisible but still there. His draw a shaky breath, his eyes couldn't focus and he felt his tears were about to fall down. When he didn't touch anything, he inhaled sharply and his tears fell. His breathing become ragged and his sight blurred, before he let out a frustrated, heart-wrenching scream. His pain was forgotten.

"AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGH!"

Quickly after his loud scream, Ito came by running. He was alarmed, but he calmed down after seeing that it was Tsuna's scream, and seeing his condition and his loss of a left leg was visible, he carefully went to the young male and patted him on the back, gently and in a comforting way.

Tsuna's hands were in front of him, shaking heavily. His tears fell, dripping down without a hint of stopping any sooner. His visible eye was transfixed to the remains of his left leg, which now only existed to his mid-thigh. His hand slowly went to his head, gripping both side of his hair, before he let out a scream again.

"M-My leg… MY LEG!" he cried out, as he buried his head in his arm. Ito pulled him in a comforting embrace, taking his head to touch the older man's broad chest. Fuyu, too, let out a tear or two, as she could feel Tsuna's despair and anguish. Tsuna cried and cried, barely registering the comforting act of both Mizusawa. He kept crying, until he was exhausted and darkness took him for another ride.

Ito closed the door behind him, letting the young Sawada to rest inside the room. Fuyu watched his father closed the door to the young male's room with furrowed brows. She still had tears by the corner of her eyes, but that was all.

"I h-hope he'll e-eat…" Fuyu stuttered out silently, not wanting to disturb the young male's rest behind the door. Ito began to walk away from the room, with Fuyu following behind him.

"I wonder what happened," Ito said absently, as he opened another door, to a room not far from where the male teen's one. Inside, a woman whose look was similar to the teen's slept soundlessly on a futon not unlike the boy's. Her short brown hair scattered around her scalp, resting about by the side of her face. Her skin was pale, too pale to be healthy. Even in one look, Ito could conclude that this woman and the boy were nothing but mother and son.

"They must be together before whatever happened to them happens… It must be some big accident, considering the boy's condition," Ito muttered out as he came closer the woman. Upon closer look, the woman seemed to support a bruise on her arm and some scratches here and there, but none too serious. The most they have to worry about is a concussion and a trauma, so it got the brunet doctor thinking…

"But how come she wasn't badly injured like that boy?"

~|To Be Continued|~

Words You Might Not Know :

Futon: traditional style of Japanese bedding consisting of padded mattresses and quilts pliable enough to be folded and stored away during the day.

Haori : a lightweight silk jacket used to help keep the kimono clean and dry. Usually worn as an outerwear.

Chichi : Father.

Sapphire09 : Tsuna lost his right leg! *cries* Nana was unconscious, and the Guardians are tense!

For all of you who don't like OCs, please forgive me. This story won't be able to go on unless I made them, since Tsuna is supposed to strayed away, so he was bound to meet new characters.

The time line is, for sure, after the Ring Battle. But, I still haven't decided on the rest. I wanted this to be after the battle with Shimon, but before Tsuna had his ceremony going, so Nono is still in charge... Hmm, what to do?

Tsuna seemed to be OOC here, I know, but after a great accident like that, it was bound to happen, right? He was woozy when he woke up for the first time, that's why he didn't ask about where he was sooner, or to ask who the Mizusawa(s) were. The thought crossed, but then he was taken by surprise with his reduced sight, so yeah...

When Tsuna found out about his left leg, I was torn on choosing which scream suited him best. I was tempted on choosing 'HIIIEEE!' but it didn't seem right. 'AAAARRRGGH!' sounded better, but just not 'Tsuna'-ish. Mere description doesn't seem to be enough, so I just need to choose, so I choose the latter. I hope it doesn't ruin much of Tsuna's character. His character is already ruined as it is... Gomen.

Nana was with him, by some miracle (or something or the other, I'll explain in the next chapter). Wonder what happened to her... Hmm?

Before you said anything about how it was impossible for Reborn to leave Tsuna's side, let's just say he relented on giving Tsuna some quality time with his mother, considering she was quite worried for him (in the anime, at least... Or is it just me?). That's why Reborn and the rest was about to follow in the next flight, and all of them will have fun in Okinawa, but then it happened... Wow, poor Reborn...

Well, if you still can't accept that, just pretend Reborn gotten nice... Can you? Yes? No ...Maybe?...No?

Hmm... What else... Oh, that's right! Hibari, I doubt he'll be mourning together with the 'herbivores', so I didn't add him in. Chrome is mourning, but she had Mukuro to cheer her up... Or maybe Ken? Chikusa? Anyway, she wasn't there because of the three of them (Mukuro, Ken, Chikusa), 'nuff said.

The figure in Tsuna's dream, in the beginning of the chapter, is something that will be revealed later. No, it's not Mukuro, if you're wondering. It's no one, but at the same time it's someone... Okay, am I spoiling too much?

At last, but not least, please leave a review! Your critics will improve this story, and encouragement will make me write faster!