Rating: T (Tell me if it becomes too scary, I'll be sure to move it up).
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any of the characters in it.

A/N: Well, everyone, since Halloween is coming up, I think I'm going to do a Halloween mystery special. Beware, this Halloween special is most likely not going to be humorous at all, since I have wanted to try my hand at writing horror, or thriller at the least. There will be character death. You have been warned. Read at your own risk.

There will be 7 parts in this 'special', and I will upload a chapter every day until the 31st of October, which is Halloween day. Each chapter will be in a different point of view of a Vongola Guardian. This is set just a few years into the future, so everyone is about 19 - 20 years old, and Lambo is 9. There is no set length to each chapter, but I'll see what I can do to develop a well rounded plot.

That having been said, happy late birthday Tsuna. Have fun with the adventure you're about to go on, though I suspect you won't be too happy.

Chapter 1: Sawada Tsunayoshi

Autumn was Tsuna's favorite season. Namimori's forests were coated with a rich earthy red and yellow, occasionally flaring with the golden rays of the low-hanging sun. Tsuna wandered along a well worn path, his feet carrying him far away from the bustle of the city. The cool air caressed his skin gently, cold enough to be chilly but not cold enough to be uncomfortable.

He had turned 19 just a few days ago, and already he could spot white streaks in his hair. The stress of being a Mafia boss was taking a toll on him, and he wondered when his humanity would snap and he would have enough of everything. He hoped the day would never come.

Normally, he would have a companion with him, but today Reborn had said he was busy. Gokudera was going after Shitt. P again, claiming that she had hinted at some rare UMA event that only happens every century. Yamamoto was helping his father out with the sushi shop. There really was nobody else he could ask. Ryohei was a little bit...extreme..for an easy stroll. He didn't have the guts to ask Kyoko to come with him. Haru was studying for a big exam coming up, and he didn't have the heart to pull her away from her studies. Hibari will flat out refuse to come. Chrome and Mukuro lived all the way in Kokuyo, and besides, Tsuna had no intention of coming into contact with his highly unpredictable and obviously psychopathic mist guardian.

So, one late October 25th afternoon, Tsuna found himself alone in his musings.

He got lost in his thoughts, again. That was one thing Tsuna really disliked about himself, the fact that he was so easily distracted by his own imagination. He chuckled. That was part of the reason why he was so petrified of supernatural creatures when he was smaller. At the age of 6, he had been certain that there was a boogey man hiding in his closet and had refused to open the doors for a whole week. His mother had to get his clothes for him and even then he was hesitant to touch them.

There he goes again. The last rays of the sun struggle to hold up the heavy weight of dusk, but even they couldn't keep the darkness away forever. Tsuna quickened his pace. He liked to think that now that he could control his flame properly, he had nothing to fear, but the instinctual human nature of fearing the dark came back to haunt him once more.

Leaves swirled ominously around his legs. The shedding trees, once filled with beautiful, warm hues, now looked hideous and shrouded in mist and mystery. Twisted trunks stood in his way, and Tsuna found himself stumbling over snarled roots and tangled sticks.

He had strayed off the path.

Tsuna thought he knew the Namimori woods well, but the scene that surrounded him was obviously unrecognizable at this point. The sun had fought a losing battle and has now completely disappeared behind the distant hills. Owls hooted high up in the treetops, and the sky was cloudy. Once in awhile, the clouds would shift uneasily and the moon would peek out from behind veils of mist, but even the light from the moon couldn't calm him. The moonlight gave everything a silver tint, and Tsuna fancied that he could hear wolves howling in the far distance, even though it was highly unlikely that Namimori would have a population of wolves so close to town.

He continued to stumble slowly forward, panicking slightly. And finally, he remembered his warm flames.

With a whoosh, Tsuna's forehead burst into vibrant color. He opened his now amber eyes and stared around distastefully. Dame-Tsuna, you really are no use. Getting lost in a forest you know so well?

It would be simpler to just take off into the sky, but Tsuna's hyper intuition warned him to stay on the ground. Shakily, he took out the mp3 player from his pocket and plugged himself into the music, wanting to drive back the uneasiness he felt stirring inside him. There was something horribly wrong about this section of the forest, and for some reason, flying was not advised. Perhaps it's because of the all the birds nesting in the rooftops? His intuition flared in warning when he tried once more to heighten his flame so that he could rise above the ground.

The music was making his head pound. Even though he tried to put on a lighthearted, upbeat song, the lyrics jumbled themselves in his head. He kept on feeling as if someone was whispering something into his ear, and the feeling was unwanted and scary.

Impatiently, he pulled the earphones away and stuffed the back into his pocket. He continued wandering around the desolate forest quietly, frowning when something fluttered suddenly, or when owls decided to rent the air with their harsh cries.

His flame began to flutter and his hands shook as the orange light cast strange glows on the tree trunks around him. What time was it?

7:30 pm, his phone informed him.

He didn't remember it being this dark at 7:30, even during the winter seasons when the nights were longer. Tsuna shuddered and broke out into a run. It felt like something was following him, something dark and sinister. He didn't believe in ghosts. He definitely didn't believe in zombies. He was too old to believe in the boogey man, or so he told himself.

7:43 pm.

You have 2 missed calls.

You have 2 text messages.

The reception in the forest was choppy to say the least. Abruptly, Tsuna's phone would go off randomly and he would jump at the sudden sound of his ringtone. However, as soon as he moved, the phone would become silent, and no matter how hard Tsuna searched in vain for that little trickle of reception, nothing would happen. He set to checking his call log.

7:39 pm. One call from Reborn.

7:42 pm. One call from Home.

They were probably worried about him. Tsuna usually informed his family when he wasn't coming home for dinner, and they always had dinner at 8:00 on the dot. Reborn was a man of punctuality, and nobody in his or her right mind would want to defy the world's greatest hitman. His stomach growled as he was reminded of all the food that he was missing out on. He imagined everyone laughing and sitting around the dining table, sharing their daily tales while chowing down on the delicious meals that Nana would lovingly make for her now exceptionally big family. A sharp pang of worry struck him once more. Why was he still here? He walked for another two minutes or so before sighing and bringing his phone out once more.

He set to checking his messages.

7:13 pm. One message from Haru.

Tsuna-san! Haru wants to tell you that Haru finally finished her essay today! She only has to study for biology now, Tsuna-san! Isn't that good?

Anyway, Haru wants Tsuna-san to come home earlier so that Tsuna-san can taste the new dish Haru is trying out! Hurry up and come home! :)

7:59 pm. One text message from Private Number.

Go left. Walk straight. Keep going. Turn right. Keep walking. Stop. Don't look. It is a clearing. Don't look. Run. Run straight. Don't look. Keep running. Namimori Shrine.

Tsuna frowned as he stared at the instructions in the second text message. The sentences were short, up to the point where it was flippant. Maybe it was a prank text? Wrong number? Or maybe Reborn had tagged his location without him knowing one day and had decided to help him? The only reason why he wouldn't want to trust this message was based solely on the fact that it was anonymous. Most likely, Reborn's probably helping him out, but he doesn't want Tsuna to know for some reason because of his pride or something stupid like that. Reborn has his reasons, Tsuna shrugged. Besides, this was all he had to get out of the forest. It's not like anything else was going to come his way.

He slowly turned in the general direction of left, stopping when his intuition let out a comfortable wave of righteousness. He starts walking slowly and is glad to feel that the 'correctness' of his decision stayed with him.

There came a point where his intuition flared and warned him not to take another step. He stopped abruptly and started turning right, as the text message had stated. When he was sure that the direction was correct, he once again started walking.

True to the text, he soon reached a clearing. He sighed in relief and rubbed his shoulders gently. "Thank you, Reborn." He muttered. Besides his group of close friends, nobody had his number anyway.

His phone buzzed again and Tsuna whipped it out hopefully. Another text message?

Don't look too closely. You'll regret it. Was all it contained. Tsuna shook his head and sighed. Reborn and his cryptic messages. When would Reborn learn to just speak in a straightforward manner, and not go in a roundabout way? It was stupid of him to keep sending riddles and annoying myths when Tsuna was already this panicked. Stupid Reborn. I bet this is just some kind of creepy training for him. Maybe training me to get rid of my fear of supernatural stuff or something stupid.

Movement caught his eye, and almost hysterically, Tsuna whirled to face it.

Is that...a...a...person?

The moonlight gleamed off pale flesh. All he could recognize was a limp mop of brown hair. Limbs snared in the boughs of the tree branches. The wind creaked eerily and shifted the...the thing. Before he knew what he was doing, Tsuna was working his way towards the 'person'. When he reached its side, he hesitantly raised his hand and tugged on one of the limbs. Almost in a surreal acceptance of what was happening, he stood stock still as the corpse tumbled out of it's position in the trees.

It landed limply on the ground. Limbs twisted unnaturally.

Almost fearfully, he slowly brushed his hand against the brown hair. Where had he seen these locks before?

A pair of listless, brown eyes stared back at him. They were glazed over, unseeing yet staring deep, accusingly into his soul. You killed me.

Tsuna fell backwards, silently. His intuition flared, telling him to back away, back away, BACK AWAY. Nothing happened though, and he stayed there. Shocked. He knew where he had saw the brown hair from. Those brown orbs, once full of vibrancy, happiness. The rope that had been used to end this life was still tightly strung around her neck.

Tsuna-san!

When had she wandered into this forest with him? Did she come to look for him?

She only has to study for biology now, Tsuna-san! Isn't that good?

She won't be doing any more studying.

Hurry up and come home. :)

She won't be coming home either.

A/N: Stay tuned for the next update tomorrow. Please leave a review. It doesn't matter if it's just a few words or a short sentence.