Posted due to Shin-chan's request...I'm sorry...she liked it...but I still think it's an epic failure...considering that I fail at first person...but here it is!!!! A first person 6927 fic. -coff-

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Prompt by Shin-chan

To Hell and Hell again. How many times has this happened? The hard whip cracking on my sore, bare back is still vivid in my mind like it was yesterday. Or was it yesterday? Or was it the day before? How long has it been for me to lose track of these eons?

Those beasts, those illusions, those days in huddled solitude. How many times have I looked up to see a boiling red sea of molten lava? The calm azure blue I miss so much. Again I have escaped from my ultimate prison, only to soon be drawn back to it.

My eye hurts.

Why did this happen? The blue sky was once in my arms, embracing me with love everyday. Why must this happen to me? Does the world hate me so to live a life of hell and hell in both lives?

I feel like a lotus still having not passed through the heavy mud at the bottom of the pond.

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"Why, hello, Little Vongola. How are you doing today? On your way to school I see? Don't you know that going through bushes is dangerous? Here. Let me help you down."

"What is this? A ring? Oh, look! I have a ring similar to yours! Such a surprise."

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Sawada Tsunayoshi. Successor to the infamous Vongola family. Of the Guardians, you are the sky.

What is it like up there? Is it bright and sunny where everyday you see the world with a smile and a hand for you? Please tell me what it feels like. Is it warm? Do you feel happy there? Please tell me. I need to know.

But it's okay if you don't.

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"Mukuro, why don't you come out with us today? Reborn asked us to go do some all-Guardian training."

I have gotten tired of seeing the world through another's eyes. Please let me out.

"It's okay if only Chrome shows up. You don't have to come if you don't want to. After all, Mukuro is still Mukuro."

Thank you for smiling.

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"Tsunayoshi-kun. Tsuna. Please tell me what it is like to touch the sky. Do you still remember? Do we share the same feeling with the sky?"

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Tsunayoshi-kun. You are the sky. You are my sky. Then why are you touching the ground? With flowers all around and the warmth of newly chopped wood around you, what has happened?

Why are my arms touching the sky...with my feet touching Hell?