Falling Apart 1

Title: Falling Apart

Chapter: 1 – The Sky is Falling

Author: Yuki949 and Rayshia

Rating: T

Pairings/Characters: Tsuna, mentions of other guardians and misc. characters, no pairings

Suggested Sountrack : "Prisoner of Love" - Utada Hikaru (The only reason why the lazy me wrote this fanfic is all because of this awesome video which was extremely insipiring).com/watch?v=ZShg89gw2h0

Warning(s): Blood, mild gore, character death and spoilers

Yuki: Well this is my first fanfic and my first KHR fanfic.

Rayshia: and I helped with it!!

Yuki: yes the credit goes to both of us. Disclaimers annoy me but here it is.

Disclaimer: We don't own KHR. Period. Half the characters would be dead if we did. And KHR would never be as good as it is today.


Sawada "Tsuna" Tsunayoshi – Vongola Decimo – 25 years old – Sky Guardian

As soon as Tsuna stepped foot into the blindingly white mafia base to make so-called 'negotiations' with the rival familia's boss. His senses were all on alert, his hyper-intuition screaming in protest to his movements and tellin to get out of there as fast as his legs could carry him. It was bad enough to enter an enemy stronghold alone, but there was something even more threatening about this particularly headquarters than other. The head of the Vongola Familia had one of the most feared reputations in all of Italy. Some said that he could take on more than a dozen professional assassins all at once, yet emerge victorious and unscathed within five minutes. Tsuna knew that these rumors were simply exaggerations created out of mixed amounts of awe, respect and fear. It would take him at least ten minutes to do that.

The foreboding premonition that Tsuna received made all the hairs on the back of his neck rise slightly, and his eyes darted from spot to spot, on maximum alert. If even a feather had fell, or a droplet of sweat hit the ground, he would have known. Muscles tensed, and prepared to defend himself from attack at any angle, at any time, the brunette slowly made his way further within the soundless base.

He had found the lack of personnel and guards at the entrance suspicious. It was definitely a trap; there was no way any mafia boss would allow his home base to be left undefended like this. Tsuna's normally inaudible footsteps seemed to ring like thunder through the empty halls as he slowly made his way, step by careful step, into the belly of the beast.

As he progressed, he couldn't help but remember that incident long ago - or not so long ago, it was really quite relative - in which he had destroyed the Vongola rings. Though it had been the right choice back then, now, more than ever, the Sky Guardian wished that he could feel the familiar coolness of the metal band around his finger, just giving him some comfort, the knowledge that he always had an extra store of power somewhere, and knowing that no matter what happened, no one and nothing could take the right of being the Vongola boss and Sky Guardian away from him. But it wasn't there. And the brunette did not feel like much of a boss at all at that moment. It was almost as if he were a 15 year old boy again, scared and alone.

As he entered a corridor, walls, his surroundings still pure white, Tsuna could only hope that if things turned out badly then his plan would be put into motion. It had better work, the twenty-five year old thought to himself. There was no way that Byakuran would have simply summoned him here simply for 'peace negotiations'. If the man had his way, there was no way the young boss would leave the building alive. It was a foolish move for Tsuna to knowingly walk into a trap all by himself, but family was waiting outside, in case anything happened, and he didn't want any more people getting involved and hurt than necessary. He was the only one who needed to go. The brunette knew in his heart that no matter how hard his guardians tried… They would never reach him in time if the Millefiore decided to attack. He knew that Gokudera would blame himself, that Yamamoto would lose his smile for months, Hibari would be grieving deep inside even if he didn't show it, that Mukuro would be disappointed at the very least, that Chrome would cry, and that Ryohei would have a horrified Kyoko sobbing into her nii-chan's shirt. He would hurt them all if he died. But this was something that he had to do alone.

After a few minutes, Tsunayoshi entered a large ballroom-type space with arching french windows and a crystal chandelier susending from the ornate ceiling. He had expected to see a smiling Byakuran sitting on a large plush armchair or something awaiting his arrival, but was surprised. Surprised, but still on guard though. Around a foe as deadly as the Millefiore, one could never let their guard down. A sudden humming sound came from behind him, and the young man whipped around with lightening reflexes. A blurry, hazy figure with shocking white hair, however the face of a young man with a purple tattoo on one cheek, seemed to be standing in the room. It didn't take hyperintuition to tell that it was obviously a hologram. The fake Byakuran opened it's mouth and said in a voice that sounded like it had been recorded with a bad mic, " How nice of you to come, Tsunayoshi-kun. I knew that you would never decline an invitation to negotiate between families!" The voice sounded delighted, childish and innocent. All a mask for the dangerous man that lurked beneath the facade. " Now, Tsunayoshi-kun is smart, so you're probably on guard, right?" The hologram smiled. "Sadly, that won't help you much. You know that I'm not so nice as to actually want to negotiate a truce. This is the mafia, kid. So... Arriverdeci, Tsunayoshi-kun~"

As soon as the hologram had finished speaking, the beautiful French windows that Tsuna had taken note of earlier shattered, and the room was full of the sound of gunshots, lead flying. But the gunmen were too slow, and Sawada Tsunayoshi was not called thr Tenth Vongola Don for nothing. Calling upon years upon years of training and experience and instincts pounded into him by none other than Reborn, the brunette was able to evade most of the bullets, only a few nicking the tips of his hair. How predictable, Tsuna thought. Either Byakuran was losing his touch, or the Millefiore boss had something else planned. This was far too 'generic TV villain' for the marshmallow addict.

All of a sudden, there was an explosive sound and at that exact moment, the rain of bullets ceased. Tsuna slid to a stop on the polished marble floor of the ballroom. Looking at the door he saw that some sort of bomb had caused the entrance to collapse. Attempting to escape from the windows would be suicide since the gunmen were still there. He was effectively trapped. The young don wondered what happened. Had his guardians attacked the gunmen from outside?No, he heard no sounds of combat. Had they retreated, as part of a deadly scheme? Was the mansion being filled with poisonous gas this moment?That would be useless. The windows were shattered, so gassing would be ineffective. His hyperintuition told him that it wasn't an illusion, so what could be going on? The young man stood there, analyzing the situation, trying to figure out why was happening before 's question was soon answered when a second wave of bullets came pouring down on him. At first the brunette thought they had been reloading, but soon he came to a realization when the first bullet grazed his arm. These were bullets powered with sun flames, which granted them enhanced speed and homing abilities not unlike some missles. Tsuna would have stiffened in shock had the situation allowed it, but had he stopped or dropped his guard for even a moment, he would have been shot full of lead. After that, wave after wave of bullets came pelting down, until time started to blur for Tsuna and he couldn't tell how long he had been dodging them. As thr onslaught went on, his movements started to get sluggish, more sloppy, as he began to tire, and he became more and more vulnerable. He felt a bullet nick his arm while another grazed his leg. Soon, a piece of lead was embedded in his right shoulder while another had entered his side. His back had fallen victim to at least two, and the Vongola boss was only mortal. When a bullet hit the back of his knee, and another his stomach, the man collapsed on the ground, breathing heavy and erratic. At that exact moment, as if sensing his fall, the guns ceased fire.

Blood and various other bodily fluids grostequely oozed out of thr Sky Guardian's wounds. He knew that even if, by some stroke of miraculous luck, Ryohei were to arrive with his kangaroo and healing prowess right now, he had no chances of survival. His breathing was shallow, and his vision began to blur into a haze of white and red. Tsuna briefly reminisced about his life before Reborn. Back when the biggest dangers he had to face each day were the menacing school prefect with the tonfas, and his own mother. Back when his only worries were about his grades and Kyoko-chan. Back when he was a loser, but a safe, average, peaceful, middle-school loser. Then the Sun Arcobaleno had entered his life and changed everything. The brunette mentally mused at how much had changed. Sometimes he wondered about how he would have turned out had the infant never shown up in his house that fateful morning. But then- Tsuna would have smiled if he could at this point- If he had never met Reborn, he would have never met the best and most loyal friends he had ever had, his family-no, famiglia. Gokudera (His self-proclaimed right hand man, through and through), Yamamoto (Who would have thought that he really turned out to be a born hitman afterall?), Hibari (though the skylark would 'bite him to death' if he heard Tsuna call him a friend), Mukuro (Despite what he said, the illusionist never did possess him), Chrome (Anyone who called her 'Vongola's weakest guardian' ever again would meet a painful and slow death at her hands), Ryohei (Even if his "EXTREME!"s did get annoying, he was a faithful and strong friend), Lambo (It was a shame that he'd never live to see the Bovino as his twenty-five year old self ever again)... Dino, Basil, Fuuta, Haru and many more. Without them, without Reborn, Tsuna would still be that pathetic middle-schooler that couldn't pass a test if his life depended on it.

Reborn... A pang of pain shot through Tsuna's chest as he was brought out of his sweet, golden reverie and back into this cruel world. The Arcobaleno hitman was dead. Tsuna himself was going to die as well. Sawada Tsunayoshi was going to die here, in this white room with the bloodstained marble floor and shattered windows.

The Vongola Decimo prayed that his plan would work as he felt his lifeblood drain out of him. If it did... It would mean that he could spend just a bit longer on this earth with his famiglia. If it didn't work... The young man's eyelids began to grow heavy as his brain started shutting down. Tsuna wondered who would be the next Vongola boss if he died right here before the last bullet, from a trained sniper entered the base of his neck. (The bullet that Irie Shouichi made) Then everything went dark.


At the funeral of the Vongola Decimo, it is impossible to distinguish whether the wet faces are from tears or the rainfall. But there was only one thing clear. He was gone.....


Please rate and review. There are hints in the story of who dies next. The reviewers will get cookies and credit in the next chapter because I will only continue once i get some reviews. ;)

-Yuki