Disclaimer: I own nothing. All stories set in my Guardian of the Moon one-shot. This is a series of side stories
She twisted in her bed sheets, eyes snapping open, breathing heavy as her mind took in the room. It wasn't the battle field, it wasn't the screams. It was her home in Italy, it was her husband next to her, eyes open in concern, hands reaching out to bring her to him.
"Are you alright?" He asked, smooth Japanese tickling her ear with his breath.
"H-Hai, Takeshi." She answered, letting her body relax into his, his warmth making the ice that'd been eating at her moments ago in a dream fade away.
"…Tsuna goes to meet Byakuran today." He said softly, "And so do you." She felt him bury his face in her hair, hands threading through the red locks as he held her closer.
She gave a small laugh. "I'll be fine, Takeshi." She said, kissing him under his jaw. Though inside she was unsure. She had a horrible feeling. Normally when she told Tsuna, he would listen, but he refused to now, and so she told him she was either going or Gokudera was- and she could, because she technically wasn't a guardian, she was an advisor and healer. So she would be accompanying him in two hours to the Millefore family. "I'm not weak."
He snorted, "I know that." They sparred each other often, and normally it was a tie, even with Box Weapons. "Just be careful, Koneko. I can't loose you."
She smiled a little. "That's my line, Takeshi." She smirked a little as he pulled her chin up, harshly kissing her on the mouth, she pulled at his hair in retaliation. "I need to go get ready." She said a little breathlessly a few minutes later.
That was the last time I saw her, the last words I said to her. She was dead. She and Tsuna both. I sent Kai away, to his grandmother Andromeda. It wasn't until Giovanni looked at her body to determine death- she'd been pregnant. That bastard had killed my wife-my love, my child, and my boss- my best friend.
The funeral was short, hurried because we needed to separate- keep hidden. I just stood there, staring at her grave. I don't remember how long, but I know Gokudera finally pulled me away, saying my Taiga wouldn't want me caught or sick.
Then Tsuna- he came from the past, so had Gokudera. At first, I thought that they'd know her already, maybe she'd come too, but memories appeared of my younger self looking all over Namimori for the two- they didn't know her yet.
I was afraid that, if they died here, my past self would never meet her- never be there for her. She'd wind up dead or in the arms of someone else. I couldn't handle that thought, wanted to kill something at the very thought. La Mirch had squeezed my shoulder knowingly, promising to keep them alive, as if she knew that soon enough I'd be replaced by my past self.
"Ne, Yamamoto-kun? Who's that?" Tsuna had asked curiously, pointing to the picture of Taiga, Kai and myself. Just after Kai's third birthday. Little runt had levitated his cake and let it fall on my head. I was covered in frosting and birthday cake. Taiga had laughed and licked it off of my cheek, prompting a small scale food fight between us. We ended up all three covered, grinning at the camera as Gokudera snapped the picture.
"No one, Tsuna." I answered lowly, "No one at all."
I said that, but inside it was different. 'Everything. Everything to me.'
Then- hours later- I was replaced by my younger self. I'm sure Squalo had a blast knocking the shit out of me. He probably thought it good payback. He'd yelled at me for hours for letting Taiga go with Tsuna. It had been before we found their bodies, they were just missing at the time, and we were panicking. We fought, and it had taken Mukuro to separate us, knocking us both out with an illusion. He had been pissed off at me since.
But when we came back- I never remembered anything about her death. All I remembered was saving the future, going home and a few weeks later, meeting the love of my life. Those memories were gone- erased when we defeated Byakuran.
The cake fight though? That happened again. The picture's hung up in the living room in the Vongola Manor where we all live.