Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. Otherwise it would have continued. Forever.
AN: I know what you're thinking... another WIP? But this is a short WIP! Only 10 chapters guaranteed. Short drabbles whenever I can update. Angst and H/C all the way. Basically Tsuna comforting each guardian when they have a breakdown over killing people... oh dear...
When He Soothes Killers
Part 1: First Death
Nono dies. Assassination. Shot through the heart while he's having a nice breakfast, right in front of Tsuna's eyes.
He doesn't remember much about that day besides the sunshine making Nono's blood bright like rubies, spilling over his neatly cut eggs and toast, the old man's fluffy beard crushed against broken pieces of a teacup, his eyes so kind now stuck in perpetual glassy shock.
The birds kept up their musical trills. They refuse to look at the body, taking solace in the sky.
Not Tsuna though. Tsuna can't help but stare, feeling… feeling… (Numb, they call it later, shock, just shock at seeing someone so close die right then.)
The birds kept singing and Tsuna couldn't look away from the rubies falling on toasted bread.
There's no official ceremony. No warning whatsoever. At fifteen, Tsuna is bundled up into the throne of the Vongola family, far away from home. He's only glad that his friends are home in Japan and he hopes they stay there because to follow Tsuna now is to follow him into a mismatched world of murder dressed up in teacups and sophistication.
Stay away, he repeats the mantra like a prayer, a shrine blessing. Please, please stay away.
They don't. Of course they don't.