So this is it, this is all my life has amounted to? A melancholy smile made its way up to his lips, I destroy everything I love. I have never desired power never wanted to hurt anyone and this is how I am repaid. He had known for a long time now how unfair life was, especially towards the good, his friends lives could attest to that.

The man in a black suit, leaned his back against a tree, what was once a serine field was a battlefield. It was cover in mist, blurring the sight of the massacre, making it seem almost dream like or maybe that was just the affect of his injuries. The field was cover with the dead. And soon I will join them. He turned his head up to the cloudy sky as he felt the beginnings of rain falling. He closed his golden orbs as he let the droplets fall on to his face wetting down his spiky brown hair, making his bangs stick on to his forehead. The rain, it almost calmed him.

He sank onto the ground panting heavily, he coughed violently covering his mouth with both of his hands, when he removed them, his palms were covered in blood. He continued to look at his hands, at the seven vongola rings placed among his fingers. Every time he had lost a guardian he had refused to let someone else take the ring and become a guardian. He gazed back to the sky he could see that the sun was slowly falling. The wind picked up and clouds started to darken as flash of lightning colored the sky -a storm was approaching.

So the sky has all its guardians? He pondered this thought for a while before mumbling "But mine are all gone aren't they?" To die all alone, very ironic, for everything I have ever done in my life is to be able to be with the ones I love. He gave a small apathetic chuckle. What's the point of me going to hell now, I'm already living it.

He then closed his eyes, for the last time

in this world.