Everything was quiet in the Vongola Headquarters, in Italy. But it wasn't the good type of silence. It was full of sorrow and sadness. The Vongola Hunt came to a head. Vongola Decimo was dead. The man they all adored and loved was dead. And no one could bring him back. Not even his Guardians.

His Guardians... Nobody knew where they were. They scattered all over the world after their Boss was killed. With the Decimo's death the Vongola died too.

Gokudera Hayato was wandering around his hometown aimlessly. He didn't know why was he here. He didn't even know when he came here. It was all a blur.

He just felt like he had to go somewhere to erase the pain after Juudaime...

No! He can't think about that now! He can't!

Unknown to him, his legs continued to move forward as if they had some exact place they wanted to go. Well, it was kind of true. The next time he looked up from the ground Gokudera was standing in front of the town's cemetery. Gokudera smiled a painful smile. He knew who was buried here.

He walked through the cemetery's gates. The sun was high up the sky (maybe it was around noon), so it didn't take long till he found that certain headstone. He didn't know how much time he spent there looking at her mother's tomb. He was engrossed in his thoughts. Gokudera didn't even notice Uri jumping on his shoulders.

And Uri didn't liked to be ignored. So nails out and into Gokudera's forehead. Now that got Gokudera's attention. For one minute he behaved like he used to, before Juudaime's death.

"Stop scratching me, Uri!" shouted Gokudera, while trying to get Uri off of his face. " G-Get off! You idiot cat!

~ Later~

"Ouch... Why do you always have to scratch me?! snarled one last time Gokudera, while massaging his temple resentfully. He was already used to Uri's actions, but it didn't mean that he likes it! But after one last glance he was as calmas if nothing had happened.

It was just then that he noticed the letter that was hanging from the cat's neck. Being curious, he took it from Uri. Gokudera was surprised to see that it was from Sasagawa Kyoko. Gokudera opened the letter.

Dear Gokudera Hayato,

I am writing to inform you about the Middle School class reunion we will be having on the XX January. The reunion will be in Namimori Middle School in our old classroom.

Hope we will meet there,

Sasagawa Kyoko and Inoue Kuroda

First, Gokudera wanted to shrug it off. But then something flashed into Gokudera's mind. Something, that Juudaime said last year to Turf-top and that Fighting-maniac. He encouraged them to go, and Juudaime would say it to him too.

Making up his mind Gokudera (after one last look at her mother's grave) set off to Namimori.

Yamamoto Takeshi was standing in front of their old Sushi-shop. However it wasn't a Sushi-shop anymore, and it wasn't even theirs. Now it was a non-stop bar, full of drunken men and women.

Yamamoto clenched his fists. No words could describe the tidal wave he was in. And not just because of the bar in front of him. It was because everything around him was a mess. His old man, his only blood-related family was dead. His best friend, the one that saved him countless time was dead. His other friends... He didn't even know where they were.

Hibari, of course, would be in Namimori, but the others... Who knew? He just really wanted this war to end. He didn't think he could bear with this bloodshed all around him anymore. He knew it would be better if he just died. He wouldn't feel this pain anymore. But he wasn't the fool he was ten years ago. He will not commit suicide. Not anymore. He couldn't afford that luxury to die anyway. Because he still had his friends to protect.

Yamamoto almost jumped in surprise when something touched his fist. He looked down and saw Jirou looking at him with worry. Yamamoto smiled down at his box weapon. It was a small smile, but at least a real one. Tsuna would always remind him to only smile when he wanted to. He would say to never fake his smiles. And he won't force them. Just like Tsuna had asked him.

Forcing his attention back to his box weapon, Yamamoto saw a letter on Jirou's head. He took it off, opened then read it.

Dear Yamamoto Takeshi,

I am writing to inform you about the Middle School class reunion we will be having on the XX January. The reunion will be in Namimori Middle School in our old classroom.

Hope we will meet there,

Sasagawa Kyoko and Inoue Kuroda

"A reunion, huh?" thought Yamamoto. " Sounds fun."

Chrome Dokuro was silently sitting in one corner of the Kokuyo Health Land. Her one purple wandered through the remnants of the building. During the years it had became more dirty, desolated and dim then ever. All in all it was a really depressant sight. But not for Chrome.

Kokuyo Land was like her second home. The first was the Vongola HQ. But after it was destroyed (as Mukuro-sama informed her) she couldn't go elsewhere, just here. For here this place was warm, full of good and bad memories. Memories, from a time where she wasn't this alone. Ken and Chikusa would be with her, Boss would come visit her, and Mukuro-sama would always talk with her through their connection.

But now Ken and Chikusa was somewhere she didn't know, Boss died and Mukuro-sama didn't have any time to talk with her. It was lonely.

Suddenly she heard a squawk from somewhere above her. Chrome looked up. It was Mukurowl. Mukurowl squawked again and a letter fell out of the owl's beak.

"A letter?" stared Chrome at the item on her hands.

After reading it she was about to throw it away (even if it was from Kyoko-chan) when a voice rang through her head. The voice was Mukuro-sama's!

"No, Nagi. Go to the reunion. I think you should. And maybe" said the voice. " you'll meet the other Guardians. If not, at least you can relax a little. Just don't let your guard down."

"Yes, Mukuro-sama!" answered Chrome with a small smile.