'Shattered', 'devastated', 'broken', whatever word you use to describe it - that's how the Vongola were feeling as they crammed into the boss' office, the air thick while the mood was soiled - everyone present, pale as their stomachs twisted and turned - heavy and painful.

Silence rained while they got settled into their seat's, eyes blood-shot and down cast. This shouldn't of happened; they shouldn't be here - not while he wasn't.

Reborn pushed his muscles to move; forcing his legs into an unsteady stand, his body sore and tried from hours of tossing and turning in sleepless nights and sleep-hazed days, unable to settle his mind, unable to come to turns with his feelings.

He took the thick letter from his jacket's pocket, slipping his long fingers under the seal, the orange dying will flame burning out in recognition -that it was time.

Onyx eyes widening while they skimmed over the words; dropping the other unopened letters on the oak coffee table with an audible 'plop' .

The tutor's breath hitching as he forced his voice him his throat, because this was one of the worst days of his life; no student should die before their mentor, not like he had.

"In the eye's of the mafia, I, Tsunayoshi Sawada - The Tenth of the Vongola, here by leave these letters as my last will and testament for my seven guardians and the tentative hit-man, Reborn, who has been in my services.

If your reading this letter it most likely means I've let you down - I'm dead, I've been writing these letters monthly since I inherited the title 'Decimo'; I did my best to hid these, mainly because I have, or had, no intention of actually dying and if someone were to stumbled across them I'm sure you would have worried. But I have to leave some reinsurance that even if I'm not their you'll be okay...

This last year has been partially hard so I can't even begin to imagine how difficult it must be, if this is indeed my last letter,... you must think I'm pretty selfish; I manage to get you all into a life treating situation and now I'm not their to fix it, but I suppose that's no-good Tsuna for you; so I'll have to leave the family in your hands from now on"

Swallowing down the lump he felt, his eyes glanced over the page's as strangled sobs ghosted over his ear, the weighty sensation on his chest growing.

"Please continue, Reborn" Gokudera asked, his nails digging into his knee's - his back tense as his shoulders squared.

"We're fine" Yamamoto reassured, his smile broken and painful, as his tone held no emotion. Sighing the man ran a hand through the back of his untamed hair, his fedora forgotten.

"Now, down to business, I'm going to start by assuming that as instructed above everyone's their, it will probably take a great deal of time - I understand that, and a lot of healing for things to get back on track, so until that time - when everyone is everyone again, the Vongola will be on standby.

I realize that this is a very demanding request, but as your boss it is one of my last order's. Reborn must be having a fit, but this is a family just as much as it is a famiglia and you stubborn guardian's can't go walking about with those weapon's you carry in such a daze - it is not only dangerous for you, but the people around you as well.

When you feel ready, and only when you feel ready, please start looking for Undicesimo; you will have to go about training your chosen, new boss yourself, keeping in mind what we've been working for and what we've been trying to do - I beg of you not to stray from that path, because it is not only what Primo wanted, it was what we were working towards as well.

When it come's time to start collecting my processions please spend the things that I do not list in my other eight letter's home; for my mother and father.

Since that's out of the way, I'd like to say 'thank you', it might sound hollow now but, thank you for standing by me all this time - I realize that I wasn't perfect and I didn't always do right by you, but believe me when I say you, you were the high-light of my life, no matter how short or long it was; at middle-school I was nothing more then 'idiot-Tsuna' and looking back at it now you saved me from spending my life like that.

I'm not going to lie I never wanted to be a mafia don and even now, as this ink bleeds into the page, I still don't want to be...but don't worry, even if I could go back in time...for more then five minutes, I wouldn't change a thing - the good things and the not-so good things, I welcome, because you - everyone I've met made it worthwhile.

I've tried my best to be the 'sky' and hope that that was good enough - even if it wasn't the knowledge that I somehow made you a family and this building a home makes me breath easy.

It's about time for me to go now, but I've got one more wish; that in the next life I have the pleasure of seeing you all again- though I have no intention of meeting you anytime soon, my hope is that you continue to live happy lives, to do what you want and to be free...although your going to have a hard time with that being that you belong to the Vongola, and for that, I will be forever sorry.

Tsunayoshi Sawada"


* Translation

* 'Decimo' - Meaning "Tenth"

* 'Famiglia' - Meaning "Family"

* 'Undiceimo' - Meaning "Eleventh"


A/C

I started writing this last night when I was trying to get to sleep along with the next chapter of D.T.L and for some reason I can't remember how I thought of this...meh, I really shouldn't be adding more to my work load but what can I say? - I can only write what I want to write, other wise it sounds forced : P.

Update/ -26.04.12


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