Hi... it's been a long time since I have written for Reborn!
I want to share this story that has been occupying my mind for years now...
I hope you like the prologue...
don't worry, this is not yaoi (but might twist this into this one...), but will focus on friendship and a lot of other dark themes between Yamamoto and Tsuna...
hope you enjoy...

Prologue

"Mom! Mom! Can you please dial again? I'm at work."

He could not hear the voice of his mother from the opposite line. The booming sound of club music was ringing throughout the bar, and his chosen solace, the bar's restroom, certainly did nothing to make him hear his mom.

"What did you say?"

"I SAID CALL-"

And the music stopped. Takeru sighed,

"Hello, Mom. Sorry about that."

"Hey, Take-chan. Your dad was rushed to the clinic earlier. He is doing well now, but the doctor asked us to buy some medicine. I hope you could send your money within the week to buy for your father's meds."

The younger guy sighed, "Okay, Mom. I'll ask my boss if I could get an advance. Anything else."

"Take-chan, I'm very sorry for this one… I know that this is a sacrifice on your part and you shouldn't be enjoying your life better…"

Silence crept inside the venue. Awkward silence. His voice, the sole sound in the said place, has turned out garbled, giving him goosebumps.

"It's okay, Mom. As long as it's for the family."

"Thank you, son."

Takeru dropped the phone and as he opened the room, he felt weird, very weird.

All of a sudden, his vision became hazy and blurry. Strobing red lights started to become purplish. Air, viscous and thick, had taken away the oxygen that his lungs needed, making him grasp for air. Inhale. Inhale. Inhale. And yet he could not exhale. As if oxygen is running. Arms becoming heavy… very heavy… very… as if… as if…?

That's enough.

And with that word, everything reverted to normal. Takeru, still catching his breath, had his eyes fixated over the scene laid out on his eyes.

A guy, bearing a disheveled brown hair, was sitting on the bar stool and was holding an empty shot glass. Beside him was a black-haired man, obviously taller than the other guy who carefully took the stool next to the man. He was currently putting something in his coat's inside pocket.

Takeru then had his eyes on the floor. His eyes, which were already big according to his mom, got wider when he saw numerous people lying on the floor, even the waiters and the singers were on the ground too. Chills crawled through his skin as he saw the two people casually having a chat, the taller guy asking about the smaller guy's hearing.

Out of curiosity, he reached out to the waitress nearest him. Using his mediocre first-aid skill, he grabbed the woman's wrist and tried to locate its pulse but to no avail. In the back of his mind, he was wondering where his skills were when he needed them the most. He didn't study for 6 months just to fail.

"It's too late. They all drowned," the black-haired man commented.

Drowned?

And he saw the man who was his boss, smiling as if his answer was the most logical reason for such a place. Meanwhile, the brown-haired man, who was no other than Tsunayoshi Sawada, took out his phone and called a familiar person.

"Haze Bar. Yeah. Basically. Drowned." and after that, he gave the phone to the black-haired man. Apparently, the said man, who was called Takeshi, had the phone two-inches away from his ear, trying to avoid the barrage of profanities on the other end.

Takeru was aghast.

How can these guys act like these?

At that time, he started planning to resign on the spot. Never in his wildest dreams that we would be working for these crazy people. Tears started falling from his eyes, out of anger, and disgust over his bosses. And then, he felt a warm embrace coming from the Decimo.

"Sorry about what happened. It's all my fault."

Takeru shrugged Tsuna's embrace and shouted, "Get off me! Get off me! You're a killer! Monster!"

"Do you think I am a monster?"

"A monster! A killer! You killed innocent people, Vongola! You killed them!"

"Yes, I am a monster, Takeru. But I do advise that you stop shouting for your own good."

"You know, Vongola, I quit. Do you hear me? I QU-"

Unfazed, Tsuna wiped off the drop of blood that got onto his face using his hand and tasted it. "I'll make sure that your family will help the need that they need."

"Are your ears okay now?" Yamamoto asked, wiping the blood off from his sword.

"Yeah."

Yamamoto kneeled and uttered, "I'm sorry, Tsuna. I didn't know that this place will be very noisy. I should have brought you to a better place."

"Nah, it's alright. And prepare for Gokudera's rant once he learns about Takeru."

Yamamoto stood up and smiled, "Nothing to be done. He's noisy."

"Let's go."

"Hai," and the swordsman whistled a happy tune as both stepped out of the bar.

Hope you like it.

Comments and criticisms are highly encouraged.