Ever since Monday, Yamamoto had been acting odd. His looks had become more distant and his mind would be elsewhere, or more than usual. He smiled less and when he did, it seemed to be agonizing and just… difficult for him. Nobody has really noticed much but he has been slouching and just down. Tsuna had become a worry wort over his best friend, even to the point of trying to give him pointless looks when he was sleeping behind a book in class.

This was making the meek brown haired boy anxious and his stomach was literally churning with hot acid. The boy felt like crying, although he had no reason to. When Tsuna instigated Reborn about Yamamoto, the hitman simply jumped on him for trying to get away with something like that.

"If you wanna know, just ask," he said as he fell back onto the floor with a soft click of his shoes.

"I-I know that! I just thought you might be able to tell me something. He isn't acting right. I know something is wrong, I just can't pinpoint the problem…" Reborn looked at Tsuna with an indescribable expression. He hummed quietly and then shooed at the soft eyed brunette once he was done thinking.

"He's your guardian of rain. If he's feeling this way then you should step in. Moreover, he's your best friend so why don't you stop by his house." There was that expression again and it made the meek teenager anxious again. It wasn't a question, he realized but more of a passive order. He was meant to consider it but in the end, it didn't matter. He would at some point go to Yamamoto's house and find what the problem was.

And so, Tsuna took his tutor's advice and walked with a nervous twitchy step to the Yamamoto residence. He didn't understand why he was this nervous. Yamamoto was his friend, a friend that was always there even when he didn't really know just what was going on, his smile and attitude would lift anyone's spirit. And whenever he would hug Tsuna, he would feel his warmth and smile playing on his lips. The brunette was so comfortable just speaking with the baseball nut and he was just okay with it, even giving honest responses. Then why now did he feel like his happy friend was slipping off? The only time this ever happened was-

It was when he planned to jump off a building.

He was distant, not there. That light that Tsuna had admired in those powerful brown eyes of his had dimmed and they looked down more often. He broke his arm and that was the cause of those feelings but he hasn't looked that way in so long. It was almost too hard to remember how they became friends now and when Yamamoto felt so useless and unhappy.

Tsuna's paced quickened now, the feeling of dread and stupidity for not asking earlier about his friend's 'absence'. Upon arrival at the Yamamoto residence, he saw people dressed in formal attire standing outside, chattering in a gloomy atmosphere. By this time, Tsuna was breathing in quick, his eyes bulging and tears threatened to fall. His anxiety and worry caused him to run on in the residence, tearing the crowd around him to find his rain guardian- no - his friend. Everything was going so fast now, the voices of those who were scared by the demanding nature Tsuna had acquired to tear the crowd apart to find his friend. It was weird. It was so weird, this place as compared to the last time he visited.

It felt like hours, tearing people apart and, like a rabid animal, looking for his friend. It wasn't until someone pulled him aside and asked him what he was doing that he snapped out of it. The only trace left of his previous manner was his frantic beating heart.

"I-I'm looking for Yamamoto..!" His big amber brown eyes looked at the man who immediately looked sympathetic.

"I'm a friend of Tsuyoshi. I mean… was a friend. Everyone here was. This is a repass for Tsuyoshi's untimely death." The gears started to turn in Tsuna's head as the man breathed in a shaky breath and held a hand to his mouth. Tears prickled his eyes and one tear fell before the tall and lanky man smiled solemnly and whispered his apologies. "Yamamoto left some time ago. If he isn't here he is most likely playing baseball or at the park… He looked worse for wear, that young boy."

"Thank you!" Tsuna began to exit before the man pulled at the brunette's shoulder and spoke. "Make sure he's okay." He let go and Tsuna was on his way again, with a determined and worried expression on his face. He treked his way out of the residence and maneuvered through people standing and talking with nostalgic looks in their eyes, most likely remembering Yamamoto's father.

The teenager looked right and left, and then headed towards the park, his intuition telling him he would be there, pushing himself on an all too small swing for his tall stature. It took some time to get there, running wasn't his best ability even with all that training he was doing with Reborn still. One foot after the other, he got to the park and swept the area with his eyes ready to pop out from keeping a look out for the tall, depressed male. His intuition was spot on when he finally spotted the young man swinging with lack of energy on the swings, his hands gripping the metal firmly with his arms swinging along with his body uselessly.

At that moment, he looked up, his eyes red and puffy. He noticed how his nose was red and dripping, his sleeves on his tux were wet as were his pants, specifically on his lap where the tears fell. Tsuna's stomach churned with acid and his throat began to form a tight ball. His heart beat would pound against his ears. No, he was never supposed to see this side of Yamamoto ever again. His friend was meant to always be happy and be dense. He was the rock that kept everyone in line somehow. But here he was, starting to look like a deer caught in the headlights and his expression hardening as he held back another round of tears. Being caught like this…

"Tsuna," his shivering and exhausted voice called out to the brunette with pleading eyes. Tears were falling without a care now, held back sobs came out of those lips that would smile in the toughest situation. His rock had crumpled right before his very eyes, just like that day.

Without a second thought, Tsuna ran over and held Yamamoto in a hug, the other male had arose from the swing only to fall onto his knees and wail loudly. He cried into the smaller male's shoulder with such pain in his heart, his father was dead and he had no clue on what to do. He would be put up for adoption with no other family members to take care of him. His family's dojo, Sushi bar, his house, all his memories… Gone. All gone. Most importantly, he would never see his old man again. He called out to his father in an sob, his strong tone body shaking at Tsuna's fingertips. There was a wet feeling from Tsuna's shoulder down towards his breast.