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"Tsuna! Tsuna, are you alright?"

Yamamoto's heart leapt up into his mouth, beating frantically like the wings of a bird. He couldn't believe it was true – no, he refused to believe it was true. He landed heavily on his knees beside the body of his beloved friend, whispering, "Tsuna, get up, please – "

Blood seeped from five bullet holes in Tsuna's body, soaking through his suit and pooling on the ground.

"Tenth!" The voice was distant, wavering.

"Gokudera!" Yamamto shouted. "Gokudera, over here!"

It was impossible to see through the thick fog that swirled menacingly around Yamamoto. He shivered. If he stared hard enough, he could swear that he saw a hooded figure made of mist stooping over Tsuna's body, reaching out with a bony hand to caress his face. He shook his head – now was not the time for hallucinations.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Gokudera shrieked.

Yamamoto lit his ring with his flame and jammed it into a box. A swallow swathed in blue flames shot out and darted through the fog to find and lead Gokudera.

"That damn sword freak," Gokudera snarled murderously. "That fucking swallow nearly knocked the brains out of my head."

He stumbled after the burning swallow through the fog, his worry and anxiety increasing with every step. In Yamamoto's voice, he had heard something he'd never heard before: fear and despair. That was problematic by itself, but the gunshots he had heard earlier were eating at his nerves.

He cursed as he tripped and fell over something in his path. The person beneath him coughed weakly.

"Gokudera-san…"

"Chrome?" Gokudera choked. The mist guardian was covered in blood all over, although thankfully most of it did not seem to be her own.

"Can you stand? That sword freak sent his box weapon to me. I'm heading over to him right now."

"Boss… he – " But whatever would have followed after this was cut off when Chrome started coughing up blood.

"Don't talk," Gokudera said. He slung her arm over his shoulders and turned to the hovering swallow. "Lead the way.

The mist annoyed Hibari to no end. Each swirl formed something that would remind him of the male mist guardian – whether it be his smirk, his hairstyle, or his trident. He pushed his annoyance aside – it would never do to get angry over something like this – and walked calmly on. Through a brief opening in the fog, he saw dim shadows in the distance. He slowed his pace. He was the Cloud Guardian, and he had all the time in the world to arrive at his destination.

"Oh? I wonder what's going on. Something tells me that it's nothing good…"

Mukuro fanned a hand fruitlessly in the mist, wondering just what to do until a raucous yell ripped through the air.

"HEEY! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, CLAP YOUR HANDS EXTREMELY LOUD!"

Mukuro put on a bemused expression as he raised his hands and clapped them three times, amplifying their sound until they sounded like thunder.

"YEEOW!" Rhyohei roared, barreling through the mist. "THAT WAS EXTREME!"

He suddenly spotted Mukuro, who did not have a very pleased expression on his face.

"Let's go," Mukuro said with slight urgency in his voice. "I think Sawada Tsunayoshi may be in trouble."

As Hibari approached the figures, they became more and more defined. Someone was kneeling down beside a motionless body. Sobbing noises reached Hibari's ears and a third figure flew into the air and landed with a thud against the body on the ground.

He quickened his pace, his heart beating marginally faster, watching the scene unfold through steely, emotionless eyes.

"Gotta... stay... calm..."

Lambo's teeth started to chatter violently, and he wrapped his arms around himself to keep from shivering too much. His eyes darted from side to side frantically, as if searching for a way out in the endless fog. The mist formed skeletons wearing withered garlands that rattled their bones noiselessly at him. It was too much for him, a twelve year old boy, to handle.

With the next step he took, something squished beneath his foot. He brought himself to look down and see what it was and immediately wished he hadn't. He stared down into the eyes of a dead man, growing more and more horrified by the second.

He burst into a run, screaming and wailing, tears streaming from his eyes. He had no idea where he was going, but surely it would be a better place than beside the dead stranger whose eyes stared blankly from his head. Surely, it would be a place where he could cry and hug Tsuna, where Tsuna would smile and laugh and say, It's alright, Lambo,where Tsuna would be there for him, as always.

He slipped and fell face first into something hard and wet. He raised himself up and stared down, horrified, at a bloody suit that looked horribly familiar.

"Tsuna…?"

Someone was crying beside him. He wiped away his tears and shook his head. "Y-Yamamoto, what happened? Why… why isn't Tsuna getting up?"

"I couldn't save him," Yamamoto said brokenly. "He's saved me countless numbers of times, yet I – I couldn't – "

Lambo's eyes widened and whipped back to the body on the ground. Tsuna's face was eerily calm, only a little pale and bloody.

"I'm sorry, Lambo."

Lambo couldn't swallow his own spit. His horror was rising with every breath, choking him, mocking him, destroying him.

The mist was an insane labyrinth, even to Mukuro. It was becoming more and more frustrating with every step. Around him, the mist swirled and danced to a silent tune almost jeeringly. Dancers wearing masks of death leaped in front of him, behind him, beside him. Wasted horses galloped past him bearing riders cloaked in cloths riddled with holes. It was all too real, yet he knew that these figures were made only of mist and imagination.

He stopped abruptly. Ryohei, who had been following Mukuro the whole time, did not see and slammed into him. He flew head over heels, dragging the disgruntled mist guardian along with him, until he came to a stop in front of a small group of people huddled around a motionless body.

Hibari stared down at the body of the tenth boss of the Vongola before sighing quietly and turning his gaze up to the sky. His hands tingled eerily, but he pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind. He tuned out the cries of the other guardians and focused only on the view above him. The mist vaguely formed two hands that parted the mist like a curtain and revealed a bleak, reddish sky for an instant before hiding it away again.

They had been walking for far too long. The mist was unrelenting and mocking, forming figures that resembled Tsuna that were blown away by an imaginary wind. The swallow's blue flames were flickering weakly now, barely visible through the dense fog. Gokudera was on his wit's end.

"Fuck! How much longer do we have to walk?"

"Gokudera-san," Chrome said weakly. "I can walk by myself. It'll be faster this way."

"No way," Gokudera protested as she took her arm off his shoulders. "You're injured."

She shook her head and looked up at him. Her eye was filling with tears. "It's fine. We're here."

He whipped his head around and saw shadows in the distance. He was tempted to run and leave Chrome behind, but his duty as the Tenth's right-hand man prevented him from obeying his desires. He grabbed her arm and nearly dragged her along with him, his footsteps shouting out Don't go, don't go!

In shock, he let her arm fall back to her side. He staggered forward, past Hibari, past Ryohei, Mukuro, Lambo, and Yamamoto. He had eyes only for the person that lay on the ground as if sleeping.

"What… is this?"

He stumbled forward and onto his knees, raising shaking hands towards the face of his beloved boss. Only sleeping, only sleeping, his mind screamed.

"Tenth…?"

Thanks for reading! I rewrote this thing to make the later parts make more sense -_-" I always have a hard time rewriting things; my thoughts don't flow as well when I know what to write.

Did that make sense? No.

Anyways, thanks for all your support! Each and every one of you is way too kind ^_^