A collection of my drabbles from typetrigger. All are centered around Alaude.

Disclaimer: KHR isn't mine.

He could feel the shadows chasing after him. They were threatening to swallow him whole, bring him down with them. They were ghosts, haunting his very existence, mocking his being. He was cursed with these evil, defiant ghosts of guilt and fear. Alaude would never escape them. He already knew that by now, he would be caught in their grasp, and he would never escape. They would haunt him to his grave, and only then, would he be free.

But, there were days when he felt strangely relaxed. When he felt that there wasn't a care in the world, when he would spend days in the sun, napping, and idly conversing with either Niccolo or Knuckle. Those were nice days, he had to admit, and they honestly... refreshed him. They got rid of his weariness and he loved the slow, lazy days. He didn't have any mafia responsibilities, he didn't have to constantly deal with paperwork and CEDEF and everything that stressed him.

But the ghosts still chased him. Daemon Spade still chased him. Daemon wanted him dead. Daemon wanted him to burn, before Alaude could retaliate the attack from Vongola's inside. Alaude was the only one that could bring the split Vongola together again, and with the way time was ticking...

... He had to do it soon.

It was a shame that the ghosts had caught up to him. He just left behind more disappointments, and a broken promise to Elena.