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The Flame of Death

Death is the start of a new beginning

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Sawada Tsunayoshi. Everyone looked up to him. He was well-respected and admired. He was one of the greatest leaders in his time. He was Vongola Decimo. He was the Sky. The Sky, that bound the different elements together. The Sky, that watched over those under him. The Sky, that everyone looked up to. The Sky, that brightened everyone's day. The Sky, that everyone loved. The Sky, that produced hope for everyone. He was that Sky.

No one had imagined that the sky would leave them in a gruesome way. No one had imagined that the invincible, immortal and powerful sky would just leave.

The six guardians stared at the gruesome scene before them. The Vongola Decimo- their Vongola Decimo was lying on his own pool of blood. His clothes stained with crimson blood and dirt. His eyes closed, as if in a deep slumber. As if he wouldn't wake up. As if everything had ended.

Gokudera Hayato's eyes were wide open in shock. He was kneeling beside his boss.

It was all a sick joke right?

There was no way that the Tenth would just die, right? After a few seconds he would open his eyes and smile at them again, right? Well this time he was wrong. This time, it wasn't a joke. This time it was real.

Because the world is cruel

Hayato was in the verge of insanity. He couldn't think properly, he was trying to console himself. To make, himself believe that this wasn't happening, but the world is cruel and so is reality. He was there when it happened. He was there when the Tenth had his last breaths. He was there when Millefiore attacked and yet he couldn't help him.

A hand placed on his shoulder, Hayato looked up to see the Rain guardian, his face void of his usual grin. Yamamoto Takeshi shook his head "He's gone…" he said, trying to face reality himself. Trying to face the cruelty of this world.

Gokudera Hayato was angry. Not at the rain guardian. Not at the others, but to himself. He had promised to be the Tenth's right hand man and he couldn't even protect him! Why didn't he see right through Byakuran's plot? Why couldn't he save him on time?

There were a million questions he wanted to shout. A thousand things he wanted to cry. A hundred people he wanted to kill. But he couldn't. Because he knew that Tsuna would never allow it. Tsuna wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed the death of others. He didn't want anyone to suffer. That was Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Yamamoto Takeshi looked at his friend worriedly. He was still shocked, confused and enraged but he didn't show it. He looked at Hibari Kyouya, the guardian of mist. He glared at the corpse before turning around, leaving. He was definitely the guardian of the cloud, who came and went whenever he wanted. Even at the death of their boss.

'The time has come, Sawada Tsunayoshi' the dark haired man thought as he looked at the dark sky. 'Your plan is now commencing'

Reborn, who watched the scene, shook his head. 'I hope you made the right decision, Dame-Tsuna' he thought. He remembered the night before.

"Are you sure they can do this?" the Arcoballeno asked, with a frown. "You do know that it is a trap"

"I know" Tsunayoshi's eyes were full of wisdom, unlike those years ago. But under the eyes of his tutor he was still the 'Dame-Tsuna' that had no talent in becoming a mafia boss. "Grief cannot blind them forever, in time they will heal, right Kyou-san?"

"They are still stupid herbivores" Kyouya said, with his cold emotionless voice. "I could care less whatever decision they will make" he said only earning a soft smile from his boss.

"Kyou-san will always be Kyou-san" he said with a slight chuckle, receiving a glare from the cloud guardian.

"I hope you know what you are doing Dame-Tsuna" Reborn said.

"Don't you trust me, Reborn?" he asked.

"Under my eyes you are still 'Dame-Tsuna' that has zero points in becoming a mafia boss" the young hitman said, making Tsuna sweat drop. "Dame-Tsuna that always scored low in his exams, who never even had any talent at all!"

"Reborn!"

This world was just too cruel taking whatever it pleases whenever he wanted to. The young hit man turned around, and walked away. Away from the place that reeked of death. He was busy, lost in thought. That he never saw an attack coming.

BANG!

His eyes widened as he fell to the ground. Reborn, the famous hit man, was shot. The sky darkened considerably as rain fell, drizzling over his body.

'How ironic' he thought, the rim of his had covering his eyes 'For me, a well known hit man, to die with just one shot' he thought 'For me to die because I let my guard down' he smiled weakly as he gazed at the sky, his last glance of this world. 'I guess you won't be going alone Dame-Tsuna' with that last thought, he closed his eyes preparing for his eternal sleep.

"R-reborn-san!"

The world is cruel

That cruelty is known as reality

That reality is called Death

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Author's Note: Hi there! It's my first time writing on KHR and I hope you enjoyed it. This will be a collection of one shots and I started with a sad one. If you have any suggestions please don't be scared to tell me. And I know that Reborn was already gone before Tsuna was killed (right? Or if I'm not please correct me) this is fanfiction and I can play with the plot. So… I guess that's it. I hope you can review on this story. Give me suggestions, comments and other more things… ^_^

By the way I'm wondering if you're okay with me adding a few OCs. The order of the one-shots aren't really in order so… That's really the end of the author's note. I swear.

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