There stood a tall lanky man, a purple suit, a man next to him in similar attire. They stiffly strode into the room as if they were forced to be moved. A female clad in black from head to toe holding an antique silver lamp, which the flame burned and flickered in the draught of the open door.

"Where is the one we seek?" He motioned in a gentle gesture speaking in perfect Italian, but with a strange hint of annoyance.

"We do not know, but he is indeed not in enemy hands" The female who now lying in her chair sighed and sat back, puffing in comfort.

"What must we do?" The other man spoke.

"Discover his will and remove your pride, fury, masks of cheerfulness and save him. He is not where you can find him unless you do so" Her face was round with soft features.

"Another, world or dimension? Tell us now"

They sat in silence at the fireplace, the two men in utter confusion.

"Regard it as his holiday" The hint opened more observations. Neither man took note.

There was a strange stillness, the two men obviously did not understand, did not understand how their boss wished to be away, how their boss was far too tired for their antics, their boss abandoned them.

"Where are they, always taking far too long!" A low husky voice sounded and echoed throughout the walls of a much protected meeting room. It came from a familiar silver haired man.

"We must find him before it is too late. Before any others find out" Reborn cocked out his gun and aimed it at the handle of the large doors. A short bang, a crash of the doors creaking to an open and two men took their usual seats.

"Useless beings"

Mukuro the more efficient of the two explained their earlier happenings.

"Was there anything of why he left?" Chrome gently cut in a soft voice. She was the only one who cared, worried and truly showed her love and affection to the boss rather than the flimsy guardians who would not let go of their outer shell and fulfil their boss's wishes to unite as one. They might have changed on the inside but their outer shell was still very much same.

"Us" Yamamoto darkly looked up from the bangs that covered his eyes. He sat up straight and repeated himself.

"Us, is that not simple enough?"

A very heavy silence fell upon the group. Things slowly clicked into place and a few awkward coughs were heard.

"Where do we go to find him?" Ryohei, who was more enthusiastic than before screamed.

Another deafening silence, they didn't know their own boss well enough to know where he would go. They all turned their head towards Chrome; she sadly too shook her head. Gokudera started to grip the sides of the chair, he angered himself, he was the right hand man yet, he knew nothing of the boss.

"Let's go search him room" Lambo who was 15, still in cow print pyjamas adorably asked.

They all stood, quietly and made their way out of the door. The floor repeated every move they made, reminding them of their stupidity and lack of consideration to their much loved leader.

They all slowly pushed open the door after numerous attempts to pick the lock. They were invited with a very large room, bookshelves of each side, paperwork scattered all over the dark wooden floors. The room was boring and dark, opposite to the light-hearted boss, it was depressing.

The sunlight flittered through the curtains of a bright beach villa in the Caribbean. The brunet yawned and stretched his muscles before making way to the bathroom. He looked up in the mirror and looked at his happier, brighter more free self.

"I feel a longing for them, my guardians but they have let me down. Running is never the answer but in this case I'll make an exception."

He smiled at himself and opening the bathroom door yelled,

"Kyoko! Tell me when breakfast is ready!"

He was answered with giggles and a reply of ok.

Puhahaha. This is sorta and after story of my story, Will of Tsunayoshi's Guardians. I will update that one XD R&R please.