Author's Note: Boy! Was this in desperate need of a good editing! But now that it's fixed up a little better, there is one thing I want to say about this fanfiction; this was my very first fanfiction to ever be posted and the amazing response I have received from it is just a pure miracle! My brother is always bringing up about the sad fact that the average reviews for a one-shot are about two-four. The fact that my story has over double, triple, nearing four times that amount... I can't thank you all enough!

This story also holds a very special place in my heart because it was upon her reviewing this story that I met my friend, Mangafreakforeva, who is also an aspiring author posting stories on this site. It was this story (and lots of blessings) that brought us together! And I'm forever thankful for it! Now, please enjoy For a Dear Departed Friend.

Edited: 1/21/13

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

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Mukuro stood at the pulpit, his black suit matching his dark expression. Through the window behind him, the rain could be seen pouring down, adding to the little church's gloomy atmosphere.

Mukuro began smiply by saying, "We are gathered here today to say goodbye to a dear friend of ours. If anyone deserves it, she does.

"You all know her. She was there for you through thick and thin, good times and bad. Never once did she stop or complain. I was honored to be her master.

"How did she die? She died in battle, fighting for the Vongola name; the same name she has fought for for over ten years.

"Why did she die? Because there is no mercy in the life of the mafia. It's not fair, I know. Because to him it was only getting rid of a problem... to us, it's losing a friend."

Mukuro was crying now. Large tears slowly made their way down his face, landing with a splash on the wooden podium.

"W-would anyone else like to say a few words, be-before we take out the casket and bury her?"

Mukuro's voice broke at the end. His hands gripped the podium tightly to keep himself from falling over, as great sobs shook his entire body as he cried out,

"Why?! WHY?! Why did you have to die?! Am I a bad person that you should be taken away from me? Oh, please. PLEASE come back! PLEASE! Please come back...please come back... my dear...p-precious...pitchfork..."

Mukuro's head fell into his hands as he weeped loudly. The congregation (which consisted of the Seven Vongola Guardians) rolled their eyes and began to whisper.

"That stupid pineapple-head made us get dressed up to bury his pitchfork!?"

"Now now Hayato, Mukuro's very traumatised by this event."

"IT'S A STUPID OVER SIZED FORK!"

"I could be doing paperwork right now..."

"See?! He even inconvenienced Juudime!"

"I think Mukuro-sama should see a shrink..."

"That herbivore has even more problems than I thought."

"You know this wouldn't have happened if he hadn't thrown that stupid fork at me."

"It is your fault it smashed against the tree, Lambo."

"I WAS DUCKING! Would you have preferred it, Sempei, if it had hit me?"

And so, the guardians began to argue, while Mukuro mourned the loss of his pitchfork.