Yaaay! my 1st khr fanfic! this might be a two shot or one shot or even a full story. i don't know yet. well, i'll see what people think about it and then i'll see how i wanna go ahead with this story.

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Beads of sweat rolled down his face. The pure sky flame on his head was close to being extinguished. It flickered weakly while calculating orange eyes reverted to tired caramel eyes filled with desperation. He had been a fool! He should never have gone for that meeting! Roughly 4500 members of the Fuglio Famiglia had ambushed him the moment he set foot in their territory. Lambo was the first one to fall. Three bullets straight into his legs. Ryohei had managed to stop the bleeding but anyone could tell Lambo was no longer able to fight. He would need proper medical care to make a full recovery. The other Guardians carried on without stopping. There were too many of them to stop fighting. Slowly but surely, Vongola was losing the fight. Despite the widespread devastation their attacks had caused, they were simple outnumbered. Tsuna cursed. Both Reborn and Hibari had gone abroad for clearing out another threat as well as acquiring new technology. They were at a severe advantage and the 24 year old knew it. The sounds of fighting had finally died down. None of his Guardians could fight anymore. All of them had reached their limits and were injured critically. Gokudera had been the last one to fall. He went down shielding his boss from a surprise attack that even Tsuna couldn't hope to block against due to the sheer amount of people he was fighting against. The numbers had dwindled down to 50. Impressive for only 6 guardians, but the Vongola Famiglia was down. They had no chance. With an impressive effort, Tsuna managed to get up, his knees shaking with exhaustion and his eyes half closed. The boss of the Fuglio Famiglia noticed and immediately grabbed Lambo who was barely conscious. Decimo's eyes widened. The boss pressed the barrel of his gun straight to Lambo's head.

"Surrender the Vongola Famigila to the Fuglio Famigila or else he dies." snarled out Tomaso Fuglio. He was handsome enough, but scars beautifully adorned his face. He was bleeding from a minor wound on his stomach, but that did little to hinder his moments.

"NO! Surely we can do some negotia-" Tsuna breathed out desperately. The Fuglio boss, Tomaso, cut him off.

"We aren't fooling around boy. This is revenge for what Vongola Primo did to the Fuglio Famiglia years ago. We were beaten so badly that we were looked down upon for generations. I WILL finally get my revenge on the Vongola. I WILL carry out my ancestors will! Surrender Vongola and he lives, or his brains get blown out."

"LET HIM GO DAMN IT! TAKE ME INSTEAD! HE'S ONLY 15!" Tsuna screamed.

"Tempting but I think rather not. All's fair in love and war. Ready to surrender your Famiglia yet?" the Fuglio boss's finger slowly tightened on the trigger, while Decimo and his guardians watched helplessly.

" No... He's just a kid. More importantly, he's my brother. He has a whole life ahead of him. I won't let him GO!"

Tsuna snapped. His flame reappeared but much more fiercer. It had a much more darker feel to it. Tsuna disappeared, reappearing right beside the Fuglio boss. Before the boss could even blink, the arm holding the gun was sliced clean of his body. He turned to see Decimo's eyes. Pure fury radiated from them. The Vongola then plunged his right glove right into the chest of the man. Tomaso Fuglio died with a blank look on his face. Tsuna took his arm out and kicked the man and the Fuglio boss flew straight into his subordinates. Tsuna's gloves were painted red. The blood dripped onto the forest floor, the sound evident in the pregnant silence. To all those present, Tsuna looked like a demon straight from hell. Stunned, the mafioso were completely still for a second. Then it started. They roared and headed straight for the Vongola Boss. Decimo moved. Blood sprayed the air and a copper metallic scent was in the air. All was quiet in a few minutes. Behind Tsuna, limbs and mutilated bodies could be seen sprawled all across the floor. Not a single one was breathing. 50 people massacred in mere minutes. Tsuna himself was on the other side of the clearing , opposite the guardians. Covered in blood, he fought just to stay conscious. He limped over to Lambo and the rest of his guardians , his Dying Will flame completely extinguished. His X-Gloves had returned to mittens, but the previously snow white yarn mittens were now completely coated in a crimson red.

"Are- Are you guys all right?" a small soft voice asked a group of shocked people. They answered him with glares and numb faces. Tsuna looked at them confused and hurt but he turned around and took a step towards Lambo.

"Lambo? Are you okay?"

"STAY AWAY! JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE A MONSTER! GO AWAY!" Lambo as he crawled backwards while tears leaked out of his eyes. Deathly fear could be seen in his face. Tsuna stopped mid-step. His face crumbled as caramel eyes poked out of his blood stained bangs. Shocked eyes tore straight into Lambo. All Lambo saw was the eyes of a murderer. The eyes of someone who would kill without second thoughts. Tsuna felt as if someone had taken a rusty knife and plunged it into his heart. A monster...that was what he was to them. It was as if his whole life was crumbling down in front of him. They didn't want him anymore. He wasn't part of them anymore. They were scared. Scared of him.

"I'll...with slight hesitation the brunette whispered," I'll go get a medic...or someone to help us..."

Startled eyes followed the shuffling blood splattered figure as he slowly disappeared into the ever-growing darkness.

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Sawada Tsunayoshi scribbled slowly into the sheet of paper in front of him. He finished it off with his signature and then stacked it on top of an already towering pile of paper. The grand doors to his office opened just as he was reaching for another pile of his never ending paperwork. He quickly straightened up wishing desperately that it was one of his guardians. To his utter disappointment, it was just his personal butler. Eyes that held a spark quickly faded back to its previous dejected form, the spark extinguished. He quietly went back to his piles of paper.

The butler silently placed a tray on the coffee table. His name was Alexandrio. He had been serving the Vongola almost immediately after he graduated from high school. Though it was his first time being a personal butler to a boss, he was already one of Decimo's advisers and confidants. They were...friends as the young boss would often tell him. As he watched Decimo scribble away, he hesitantly opened his mouth to speak.

"Sir?"

"Hmmm...?" Tsuna mumbled in reply.

" Don't you think you should get some rest now? You've been doing paperwork for nine hours straight."

" There's nothing else I can do. And if I sleep, the nightmares will get to me. The paperwork helps me forget about my troubles."

Alexandrio frowned. There was nothing he could do for his young master. He excused himself and slipped through the magnificent doors.

As soon as the butler disappeared, Tsuna let out a tired sigh. He leaned into his chair letting his pen clatter onto the oak desk. If only Alexandrio knew what he was really going through. Friends huh? Seems like he was having a lot of trouble with his right now. Not a single one of them wanted to talk them. He had been trying all week. Lambo wouldn't even be in the same room with him. Chrome would avoid his eyes and respond with one word answers. Mukuro would simply look at him curiously. Ryohei would talk in a normal voice with him. None of his usual self would be present whenever he talked to Tsuna, which in itself was rare. Lastly his two best friends Gokudera and Yamamoto would avoid him with excuses and saying they were busy. The only time they really talked if saying one word answers counted as talking was when they came for their missions. Missions which would preferably get them as far away from the mansion as possible. Missions which would preferably get them as far away from him as possible. They thought they would be next. They thought he would start murdering them. They thought he was just a beast. A beast that had no qualms of killing. Yes, he had killed. But didn't his so-called friends also do the same thing? Why then was it a problem when Tsuna killed? It wasn't without reason either. He was literally backed into a corner. He had murdered. He had slaughtered. But only for his Famiglia. The same Famiglia who now presented their backs to him whenever he tried to talk to them. He wanted to explain himself. No, he needed to explain himself. He needed to make them understand. Tsuna needed to prove he hadn't changed. That he was still the person they had met in middle school.

" Mafioso have pride and honour...That is why for them their Famiglia is everything. They sacrifice everything for the sake of their Famiglia. And a Boss is just a personification of that and that's why the Boss has the biggest burden of all mafioso. He has to sacrifice for the good of his Famiglia."

Tsuna remembered Reborn telling him that once. How true those words had turned out to be. A Boss had to sacrifice the most. He had the burden of his entire Famiglia. The Boss was the one who had to stay strong no matter what. . But Tsuna never wanted to be a mafioso or a boss. All he wanted was a normal life with some friends. The day Reborn came, his life became intertwined with mafia. He made friends true, but to drag them with him into the mafia was a sin to him. Only with Reborn's interference did he allow the Inheritance Ceremony to occur.

Tsuna rubbed his eyes. He was tired. Of his job. Of his life. He got up and went to pour himself some tea. As he walked over to the coffee table, he suddenly shuddered. Tsuna saw his office being replaced with the forest clearing on the outskirts of Italy. The entire scene played out in front of him again. The scene where he plunged his hand into the chest of the Fuglio boss replayed itself again followed by the looks on his Guardian's faces. The blood that dripped of his gloves. They eyes of the man as his life slowly ebbed away. Tsuna's rage. The final silence after he killed the remaining members of the Fuglio Famiglia. The shock, the pain, the misery all tore through the young boss as he collapsed onto his office floor as he was forced to experience it all ruthlessly. Fate was out to get him.

"STAY AWAY! JUST STAY AWAY! YOU'RE A MONSTER! GO AWAY!"

The words repeated themselves over and over in his head mercilessly. Tsuna clenched his fists as tears made their way down his face. All Tsuna could hear was a dull pounding. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He let his emotions run free as he let a vicious scream out, releasing all his pent up emotions. His fury, his misery, his pain, his sorrow, he let them all out, his small figure racking with heartbreaking sobs as he slowly fell asleep from pure exhaustion. Tsuna had enough. All he now wanted was for it to stop. To get away from all this. To get away from the chaos that was his life.

The doors burst open as Alexandrio came in, alarmed by the faint scream he had heard. He immediately spotted his boss lying on the carpet. When he saw the young Decimo's face, his heart nearly broke into pieces. The look of pain and heartbreak was misplaced on the tender face. Alexandrio lifted him up bridal style and carried him all the way to the couch and put him down on the comfortable leather. He would let the boss sleep. The young Decimo needed his rest. Alexandrio stood there for a second as if pondering upon something. He looked at the brunette's face and as if he came to a decision he snapped his fingers and stalked out of the office making sure to gently close the doors. Alexandrio couldn't stand to see the pain his boss was going through. Just the thought made his blood boil. Someone so young should never have to experience heartbreak this severe. He would make a quick call tonight. This had gone on for far too long. It was time the world's greatest hitman came back.