My apologies, I need to update on my stories on a faster pace.

Change of topic this time, since I decided to take a turn for writing Katekyo Hitman Reborn stories. I still can't believe how unbelievably great this series is...

This particular setting takes place during episode 165, moments before Tsuna tells Kyoko everything about the Vongola family secrets. It reflects on his thoughts of her and his decision; did he make the right choice?

With that, I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.


"Haru-chan and I are going to have faith in Tsuna-kun and everybody else. So you don't need to tell us everything."

His palms sweat as he looked at the girl before him. Such an innocent smile, an innocent look in her eyes...and yet, it was something he had to do.

He had to taint her. He had to expose her his life; the doings for the rest of his life, to be more precise, and to let her know of the current situation. But how could he? How could he just spill all the words he needed to say, without harming her?

He couldn't. He knew that there wasn't any way that he could avoid that. She would hear the truth about his doings, what her classmates have been doing; goodness sake, even the doings of her own brother. She would find out that everything wasn't a sumo competition; everything was real and involved life or death situations.

She was strong willed, but fragile. He felt her kindness, her compassion, her feelings. Everything about each one showed a sign of fragility. It wasn't a bad thing, however; fragility was what he needed. It's what he needed to go on through his battles. He had grown tired of the sturdiness of his connections within the family, the strong power which broke him but not his will every time, and the hard mask over his face to hide the secret he kept from her all along.

Her fragility is what allowed him to lead to his resolve: to protect. Yes, it's what he lived for. He wanted to protect the ones he loved and the ones in danger.

It has led him to the one important thing in his life - her. Fragile yet strong; he wanted to protect her, his one resolve that allowed him to keep going. If he wanted to protect her, the first thing he would have to do is expose her to everything within his life. Being silent would only be cowardly and he would only be exposing her to danger.

She smiled once again, and the scene tugged at his emotions. Her voice reached his ears into the crevices of his heart and his thoughts; it was then that he decided.

She was his dying will. And this time, he wasn't letting her go.

"No," he said. "I'll talk."


And that's it. For those who have watched it, you probably all know what happens next...

Anyhow, my apologies for any grammar or written mistakes. I wrote this when I was pretty much half-asleep, but inspiration just kicked in right at that moment.

Thanks for reading, and reviewing, if you do!