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Fatal Night

The doors flew open as the Vongola Decimo's right hand man stormed out of the building into the near by forest. A gentle night had turned out to be a tragedy, and the following morning would be even worse. Gokudera knew that.

He was feeling breathless after running all his way. Even when he loosened his tie and ripped open the top buttons of his shirt, it felt like all the oxygen had left the air around him. His heart raced fast like an engine of a sports car, and every beat was like a hit from a wrecking ball onto his ribs.

His eyesight was also playing tricks with him. It waved between blurry, black and overly sharp. So sharp in fact that it almost hurt his green eyes. Colourful balls filled the edges of his view, and the whole thing put together made his knees weak.

He just stood there, trying to get support from a tree next to him, as if being turned into stone, knowing that his legs wouldn't carry him one step further. Even if that one step had been the only thing needed to be done in that situation, he wouldn't be able to take it. Not even if that one step would have been able to undo everything he so regretted.

Tears burned the edges of his eyes as he tried to gasp for air. Hurt, anger and confusion, alongside other more complicated feelings swirled in his chest as he looked around himself. He had escaped, but with what cost.

His ears rang. Not that loud ringing we all get from loud and sudden noises, but a low hum. The kind that mutes all other sounds, like being pushed under water.

And then his knees gave in. He fell to the ground on all fours, dizzy, sick and desperate. For one thing, he was glad there was no one to see him in this state. But that was pretty slim joy compared to all the other feelings inside him, and he passed that joy, like it had been just a rubbish on the ground.

He just stared at the ground instead. How it was soft, yet so strong. Something that provided support and safety. Something everyone could trust on. Something he had never been able to be.

Moonlight painted the whole scenery into different shades of silver, gray and black, which only brought up his peculiar hair color of silver, and created an illusion of a colorless world. Gokudera turned his gaze into his long, slim fingers that were covered in blood. The only colour that didn't seem to be affected by the nightly palette, was the blood red he had in his fingers.

And the first tear fell.

He had considered softness as weakness, and his only goal had been to be strong. Only now did he realize that he might have been strong physically, but his mind, despite him being a genius, was weak. He had made it weak, by getting rid of all possible things that could turn against him, instead relying on things, he thought could take care of themselves.

One bullet to the head had been enough to break him. And the head hadn't even been his own.

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AN: Hi! It's Foxamine again!

Thank you for reading my fic! This one is quite short and dramatic, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Wanted to try describing feelings and strong, deep emotions. How did I do?

This will stand as a one-shot! No chapters planned for this one! Sorry. If I update this, it will become a series of one-shots that have no relations to each others. ;p

As you probably noticed, I left some (big) holes in the plot, and those are on purpose. I couldn't decide between different possibilities of what had happened, so it felt like a good idea to leave it open like this. The rest is up to your imagination. ;)

Please leave a review! I'm still hoping to improve my skills and I'll appreciate all feedback I can get!

Thank you!