First story so please offer helpful criticism. Don't like it, don't read it.
Golden slumbers,
Fill your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling
Do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby.
The room is red and he panics and then for a moment, everything is silent. Then for some reason, Tsuna feels free. Free of his duty and burdens, free to move as he pleases without being under the constant guard of anonymity. And then he feels the aching, stabbing pain in his chest and for a second all there is hurthurthurt. He can't breathe and the freedom is gone. He wonders when he fell on the floor and everything is so heavy and-
He sees him.
Byakuran is standing over him, eyes and mouth curving in a delighted smile, sadistic pleasure clear in his expression.
"Ne, Tsu-chan, you were such a fool. Of all the ways you had to go and kill yourself, this is the most boring way!"
He tries to reply and instead of words coming out of his mouth, a spurt of blood comes out and pain blurs his already fading vision. And Byakuran lifts the gun again.
"Bye-bye Tsu-chan! Don't worry, I'll make sure your body gets back to your guardians, safe and sound!"
And he shoots.
The world goes dark.
A day later, Vongola Decimo is found outside the headquarters, body in pristine condition apart from two holes in his chest. His eyes are wide open full of shock, anger and hurt but most of all regret. His guardians are called back and for the first time since this carnage-fuelled war started, they begin to question whether they can actually win or not.
Over the next few months, spirits deflate slowly and hope is nowhere to be found as Byakuran seems to know every plan they have. Mukuro is still stuck in Vindice, Hibari is nowhere to be found, all the arcolebano are dead and their family is slowly dissolving into chaos.
And then hope emerges from the very place they never would've expected. Tsuna from 10 years ago appears and the tides turn. One by one, their 10 years younger self take their place and they are transported to god knows where and all they can do is wait the rest of the war out.
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Golden Slumbers – The Beatles