FUCK.

I NEVER WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN. BUT LOOK! LOOK WHERE MY FUCKED-UP MIND RAN OFF TOO!

Oh well. Time for me to go cry now and try to update FOUR stories at a time. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

But…I'm having fun so...meh.

Enjoy!

New Perspective: Summer, Winter

Summary: He left and never came back. Their precious spring faded away. Four years have passed, and Vongola has a new leader. A certain Famiglia came and asked for an alliance…with two interesting people. One, a man from the dead, two, and a brunette they all missed, who was as cold as winter...in a new perspective. ALL27

Iemitsu and Timoteo stood inside the warm room in shock.

The bed was fixed and so was the whole room. The sheets were straight and ironed, and the pillow was well fluffed. The clothes that were worn the day before were folded as well, and placed on the pillow. The plates that were taken to the room the night before were placed on the table, clean and no trace of food or saliva was seen, as well as on the water glass.

The window was open, letting the sunlight in, as well as the wind, letting the curtain flap in the wind.

The window.

"T-Tsunayoshi-kun." Timoteo whispered.

Above the pillow was a red velvet-coated box, sitting there innocently and calmly. Timoteo got it and opened it. He gasped.

One Week Ago

Tsuna came inside his dark room, illuminated by the moonlight from outside, and held onto the wall for support. His breathing came out uneven, and his face was red. He went to the table and took a drink from his glass. He lied down on the bed, breathing hard.

"I-It hurts." He said in between gasps, clutching his chest.

This started about a few months back. Before, when it started, it wasn't that serious. He would just get tired earlier and faster than before (even before he was still pathetically no-good [before Reborn came]), and suddenly heat up. It then became worse as time passed by. He started to have uneven breathing and heartburn, he would have fevers at any moment, and he would faint and look pale.

Nobody has noticed yet what was happening to him. Whenever Reborn asked, he would smile convincingly and ignore the pain he was feeling. When he would look pale and the teacher would ask if he was alright, he would always blame it on stress and lack of sleep, and force his fever away.

But then it wasn't that simple anymore.

Soon, he began having dreams. Dreams of people he did not even know. Said people in his dreams would have their lives taken and/or ruined by someone that looked like him. He, at first, thought it was Vongola Primo, but when he saw the face…it looked like him.

It was him.

The same brown hair, the same amber eyes, the same flame, the same weapon…

Everything.

His heartbeat began to beat rapidly, it hurt. He clutched his chest, hoping for it to go away. "Please, stop. Please go away."

He thought of his guardians: Gokudera, Yamamoto, Hibari, Lambo, Ryohei, Mukuro and Chrome…his beloved Famiglia.

Ah, but then again, his beloved Famiglia hasn't been with him lately.

Gokudera has joined a club already, while Yamamoto and Ryohei had to go do their sports. Hibari is getting farther and farther apart from him, and so have Mukuro and Chrome. Lambo, who was starting to think for himself already, seemed to not want spend time with him anymore. He just wanted his candy and destroys things.

They were slowly, but surely, leaving him.

The pain grew. Tears began to form in his eyes as his mind was filled with thoughts of his guardians turning his back on him. He curled himself into a ball, silently crying and clutching his chest. "Why?" He said to no one in particular. "Why?"

He thought maybe some fresh air would do. He stood up and opened his window wide, and suddenly, a strong gust of wind hit him in the face. He toppled backwards, and fell on his bed. Suddenly, he felt a larger figure push him down, specifically on his chest.

"Gragh!" He let out a pained groaned as the force on his chest grew.

He winced and let out a silent scream, before realizing that the heart pain was gone. He looked up and met with familiar navy blue eyes.

"Y-You are…" Tsuna said.

The man nodded. He stood back up and Tsuna sat up. He looked at the man. "T-Thank you, b-but what did you just do?" He asked. "A-And how are you alive?"

"Nufufu. Tsunayoshi-kun, you sure are quick to the point." The man, whom everyone knows as Daemon Spade chuckled. "As for the first question, I just temporarily stopped your pain. I used the eighth flame that I once used to try and kill you, and placed some sun flames in it."

Tsuna looked shocked and horrified. "E-Eighth flame? A-And you had s-sun flames?"

Daemon nodded. "Nufufu. The Eighth flame is the strongest of all, and only I and the Vindice have it. It can, if used properly, do other things like heal. Throughout the years, I have gained different flames but I cannot control them, and one of said flames that I have gained are sun flames." He chuckled. "The Eight flame is dangerous yet strong, so I mixed it with the sun flames and it healed you. Nufufu."

"O-Okay. T-Then, why are you alive?"

Daemon smiled. "I won't answer that question yet, Tsunayoshi-kun." He said. "After all, I would be giving out too much."

"F-Fine." Tsuna said, knowing it was true. "T-Then, why-?"

Tsuna didn't finish his question because Daemon cut him off. "Nufufu. Why am I here, you ask?" He said with a smirk and went closer to him, cupping his cheek. "Well, I'm here to give you a deal."

"A-A deal?"

Daemon smirked. "Yes, a deal." He said. "I know that you have been suffering for quite a while now, because of those guardians you call 'friends', and this strange sickness which seems to bother you so." He said.

Tsuna was shocked. "How did you know?"

"I'm an illusionist, Tsunayoshi-kun." He said. "I know many things~" He said eerily. "Also, I know that you don't want to burden them any longer. You know that your Famiglia is constantly burdened by you. You are weak, yet strong enough to protect them and they thank you constantly. But I know, Tsunayoshi-kun, I know that you desire to be strong not for them only, but for you as well. I know that you cannot be strong for yourself only, because you have a duty to your Famiglia. Your choices are limited. Your mind is pulled by strings to think for the Famiglia and the Famiglia alone. They don't want you to think for yourself…because they are afraid that you might wander off and leave."

The brunette had a hard time responding to him. Everything was true. He wants to be stronger, but for himself. He wants to protect and be selfless, but he can't shake away the feeling of selfishness and the need to want for himself. He decides to be the pillar of support for the Vongola and everyone else, so that he can carry everything for them.

But…he doesn't seem to be getting stronger. For his Famiglia, sure, but for him…it doesn't seem like it. He wants to be free…He wants to protect, but not be restrained by duties and everything else.

He wanted to not be a burden and stay away, but Vongola keeps getting him and being burdened by him. He knows that, at times, some of the Vongola men talk about him. How he was wimpy, how he wasn't meant to be the boss. It wasn't like he wanted to be one. He didn't want to be one. He chose to be one when his friends were on the line.

But the price was his freedom to decide. To be himself.

He loved his Famiglia. He really did…but…

He…felt like he was caged.

Daemon looked at the boy. He was right after all. Everything he said was true, because he can read Tsuna like a book. "I can give you what you desire, Tsunayoshi-kun." He said persuasively. The boy was starting to break. He knew the harsh truth, yet only accepted it now when it was once again, forced in front of him. "I can make you happy. I will lift all these and you can do what you want. You can protect, yet live for yourself."

"H-How?"

'It works.' "Nufufu." Daemon chuckled. "It's easy. All you have to do is come with me."

"Where?" Tsuna asked reluctantly.

Daemon smiled. "It's a secret. I'll tell you when you're fully ready. After all, I still see traces of regret in your eyes." He said. "I know that you desire freedom for yourself, and yet, you desire to protect. Tsunayoshi-kun, to protect means to be bound to duties and responsibilities here in the Vongola. You cannot say no. The moment you say 'no,' people will change their view of you. Their perspective will take a whole circular change."

Tsuna looked up at him. Everything he said was true. He can't twist them and insist he is wrong, no. What he said was direct to the point, harsh, and cold…but it was the truth. The truth was painful, a murderer.

The truth…in one simple phrase, was…

He was alone.

He was afraid of being alone once more. If he decided to be selfish, they would leave him. If he decided to be selfless, they wouldn't leave him, but he would be left to suffer in silence while they bathed in his misery disguised in happiness. They would take it away, and he would never have it back. In the end, he would still be alone.

"O-One week." Tsuna said with determination. "I-If I can make everything like before, t-then I decline your offer." He said. "I-If not, then…I'll go with you."

Daemon smiled. "Deal."

"Deal."

That one week, which Tsuna expected to be a happy week for him, turned out to be completely messed up.

Gokudera spent time with the occult club more, and so did Yamamoto with the baseball club. Ryohei, who managed to gain new members, began to spend more time with them, and Hibari grew farther and farther away, not even bothering to look at him. Lambo, who was starting to mature, gained friends and left him at times. Mukuro and Chrome rarely visit now, seeing as the two usually spend time with each other somewhere.

As his closest friends soon to leave him, his relationship with the two strongest guardians which steadily grew stable, suddenly fell apart.

It hurt.

When he asked to spend time with Gokudera, Yamamoto and Ryohei, they all couldn't because of their clubs. Hibari beat him up, and Mukuro scoffed at him. Chrome looked at him blankly and apologized and ran away. Lambo was always out with the other toddlers now, rarely staying the home much (seeing as he went to the other houses and played there more).

They all drifted apart. And then suddenly, the big news came to all.

Enrico, Timoteo's eldest son and most capable to be a boss, appeared.

It seems that, after he was shot, the enemies left him for dead, thinking he was dead. Fortunately, he was still alive when the enemies left him and got one of the enemies who were dead, to stand in for him. He gave him his clothes, took his, and, because he looked like him, he gave him his glasses to make him look like him.

Timoteo was overjoyed. He held a party for everyone, and everyone attended.

Everyone except Tsuna.

Tsuna stayed in his room. He ate his dinner there and stayed there, clutching his chest. The pain wasn't that often now, since Daemon came, but when it did, it hurt so much.

He knew that, at the party, his guardians would come to know Enrico and get along with him. Then, most probably, knowing Timoteo, he would make Enrico the boss, seeing as he was the eldest was probably raised to be the boss. Then his father, Iemitsu, would probably get to know him because he was the CEDEF boss and it was his duty to get along with the boss.

Then…who knows? Iemitsu might even love Enrico better than he loved and knew him.

He would then be forgotten.

Alone.

He left his window open, secretly hoping Daemon would come again. His offer never left him. He would ponder about where was he taking him and why. He would think that he would kill him and right now…the thought of dying sounds appealing to him.

"Nufufu. Thinking of me, Tsunayoshi-kun?"

Tsuna stood up abruptly and looked at Daemon, who sat on his window sill. He ran to him and looked at him. Daemon understood fully well where this was going, and made no move to stop the boy into hugging him. He just hugged back and patted his back.

"D-Does your offer still stand?" Tsuna asked.

Daemon chuckled. "Nufufu. Of course."

Tsuna looked up and looked directly into Daemon's eyes. "I-I accept, Daemon Spade."

"Well then," Daemon said and pulled the boy closer to him, "first things first, I have to make sure you remember the deal, and everything else that will happen from now on," He held his chin upwards, "and forget the past, remember the future." He leaned down as his right eye suddenly surrounded by mist flames and a symbol of a spade appeared on it.

Tsuna, completely mesmerized by the current events, just stayed still, and soon, enough, he felt a pair of warm lips press onto his.

Daemon pulled the boy closer, invading his mouth, and their tongues battled for dominance. As the mist flame grew, Tsuna's body began to grow limp, and soon enough, they parted and Tsuna lost consciousness.

The illusionist smiled warmly. He held the boy close, happy.

Present Time

"T-Tsuna…" Iemitsu broke down on the floor, sobbing quietly.

Timoteo looked at the box in his hands. He was visibly shaking, and tears were threatening to fall. Why…Why did Tsuna leave such a thing? W-What did this mean?

"T-Tsunayoshi-kun…" He said.

He looked at the Sky ring inside the box. He silently cried at this.

Tsunayoshi was gone.

Iemitsu sobbed. "Why?" He said. "Why, Tsuna?"

Where did he go?

Timoteo could only think of Tsuna. What he did is making him break, but then again…It's best for Enrico…He shook his head. No, it's not the time to think about this. "Tsunayoshi…" He saw a letter under the ring and read it.

'For Enrico-sama.'

He bit his lip.

A leader comes, a leader goes.

Oh god. What in the fucking shit have I just done? Oh well, I had fun writing this, and it was completely made on the spot. Hm...I'm getting better at hiding this from everyone else. Bwahaha.

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