A/N: Hello! Hello! This is my first KHR fanfic :D
Eh... Ah yes!
This fanfic is an AU+Time Travel :D
Er... And it's inspired by several Naruto & KHR time travel fiction, Hmm, I think that's all I need to say...
Hmm, hope you'll like it?
He coughed, his body squirmed and shook violently with pain as he felt his back collide with the ground.
The brunet could feel the coppery liquid bubbling at the back of his throat while staring numbly at the figure that had plunged the weapon through his heart.
Ah, yes, his mind registered slowly, he's going to die.
"Vongola Decimo," the man purred, his voice laced with glee, "Looks like I won."
Tsuna released a bitter laughter and ignored the pounding in his head when his gaze flitted to the limp figure lying a few feet away, the body twisted with precious crimson liquid spilling out of the gaping wound in the chest.
The brunet scoffed at himself when he felt nothing. Too tired, too drained, and it hurts. His heart hurts, wrenches and he was so exhausted that he that he couldn't even cry for his fallen right hand man, his brother, his friend.
It was his fault, his fault again, and once more he had lost another of his precious people, lost the last of whom he had sworn to protect.
He felt his limbs getting colder while the body he was staring at slowly became a crimson red.
Blinded by my own blood... the thought flitted through his mind while he ignores the maniacal laughter rang out loudly in the battlefield.
"Goodbye, Vongola Decimo. I had fun." With a grin spreading rapidly across his face, the man gripped the handle to the sword and plunged it further down into the brunette's heart.
The brunet closed his eyes as the pain seared across his body and his lips twisted into a grimace before it quirk up slightly at the very thought of seeing his family, friends over on the other side.
Maybe he could finally rest.
And see the people who are so precious, so precious that his heart was shredded into pieces when they were taken down one by one.
His family.
The brunet blinked, his mind sluggishly retrieving the memory of them.
The people had slipped into his heart and occupied the entire space, leaving his heart empty, hallowed even, when they fell.
And now, he had the chance, the chance to meet his precious loved ones again in his hands.
Tsuna couldn't quite help the small grin that tilted his lips
Finally.
Really.
He wasn't expecting this.
He was expecting some pearly gates and white fluffy clouds with his family waiting for him.
Where Gokudera was shouting at Yamamoto while Ryohei cuts into the conversation, making his storm guardian raged further.
Where Reborn would be leaning against the wall opposite Hibari, his mouth twisted in a smirk.
Where Chrome would be beside Mukuro, overseeing the entire situation while having his signature laughter echo loudly in the room, pissing Hibari off in the process.
Ipin would come bustling out with Lambo at her side, peals of laughter slipping out of her lips as she laughs at his joke. And Tsuna would see how perfect the two is for each other.
And his mother.
His precious, beautiful mother.
She would slip out of the kitchen with a bounce in her step and greet him with a blinding smile.
Her soft, warm eyes would roam over him, making sure he's not hurt, not wounded, not in pain.
(But now his heart hurthurthurt so much as he entertained those thoughts.)
And Haru.
And Kyoko.
The two would push him along as they place the plates down on the table and everyone would gather and share their day.
Then again, he shouldn't expect much.
He had so much blood on his hands.
So much that nothing would ever remove it, like the stubborn red dye that stained a white sheet of cloth.
It may fade, but it never disappears.
A small sardonic smile adorned his lips when he wondered absent-mindedly if he was currently in hell.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Tsunayoshi."
"Kawahira." The brunet inclined his head slightly as he stared at the empty white space, lest for several furniture, that stretches endlessly.
"You must be wondering why you are here." Tsuna dropped himself gracefully onto the floor, sitting cross-legged while he observed the space.
"Indeed. What do I owe the devil a visit?" The man with snow-white hair pinched the bridge of his nose before pushing his glasses slightly.
"I'm here to make you an offer."
Tsuna scoffed. Offer? Of course, he can't even die in peace without paying a price.
"Offer? The last time you gave me an offer, a quarter of my people died."
Kawahira sighed, pushing his glasses that had slipped slightly. "In exchange for the safety of a town you were trying to protect."
A shadow of pain and sorrow darkened the honey colored orbs before it disappeared.
"But a quarter of them still died!" The brunet hissed while Kawahira had his hands in the universal sign of surrender before deciding to continue and pull the conversation back on track.
"But, Tsunayoshi, this concerns your younger self and his family in an alternate universe."
Tsuna rose to his feet, eyes narrowed at him, body tense as his sharp gaze assessed the man.
"All I wanted, is to die in peace! All I wanted was to see, to touch and talk to my family." His voice was gaining volume with every word. "Why... WHY! WHY DO YOU KEEP STOPING ME, EVERY! SINGLE! TIME! IS IT SO HARD TO ACHIEVE IT?!" Tsuna finished, his voice sounding feral and deadly.
Kawahira stared wide-eyed at the man, taking note of the way his honey colored eyes had darkened to a dull brown and the way he was baring his teeth in a snarl.
"Why...?"The brunet tried to ignore the voice pounding in his head screaming don'tdeservedon'tdeserveyoudon't deserve.
Kawahira gave a humorless smile before sighing..
"But if you don't, they'll… die." Tsuna flinched at the soft tone and snapped his gaze back to the man.
"What?"
"Tsunayoshi, I need you to be there to guide your younger self. So that he could overcome those obstacles. Unlike you, he is… less strong willed."
Tsuna closed his eyes briefly before giving a nod to show that he was listening.
" You understand him because you were, once upon a time, the same person. If you were there, you could act as an older figure and guide him. Teach him how to treasure himself."
"While keeping the timeline safe." Tsuna glared at Kawahira when a smile ghosted his lips.
"You could, or you can change it for the better." The brunet frowned in confusion but nodded nonetheless.
"… Really?"
"Yes. You wouldn't want a repetition of what happened in your future, right?" A haunted look passed over the mafia don features before his face settled for a passive look.
"I… can change it?" Kawahira nodded his head slightly, letting the side of his lips curled upwards
"So, what do you think of this offer? Besides your duty, you can see your family too. To see them alive, again. And you can allow them to have a better life because you are there. There to help."
Tsuna seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding silently. He was given a chance again, to see his friends, his family. The chance is now placed firmly within his palm. He… could see, touch, talk to them again.
And this time, he could help.
He could save them.
Prevent them from being brutally massacred.
"I… but where do I stay? How am I going to help if I need to work and-" Kawahira chuckled before shaking his head.
"Tsunayoshi, Tsunayoshi, don't you think I would have prepared everything in advance? You'll be inside your house once our conversation is over. The only thing now, is your name."
"Yato or Noctis " Tsuna said after a moment's thought. " Still the sky, but the opposite of day. The night."
"Fitting." Kawahira smiled and nodded approvingly.
"But my looks... won't Reborn get suspicious?"
"Ah, there, I've fixed it."
Tsuna blinked his eyes before a lock of crimson fire catches his eyes.
Storm…Just like the flames of the storm…
"And off you go!" Kawahira cheered before snapping his fingers.
"WHA-"
The air around him trembled with energy. An invisible force seemed to close around him and then, with a deafening roaring ringing in his ears that Tsuna instinctively knew to be the rush of time, darkness engulfed him and he knew no more.