Disclaimer : I don't want to own anything ever. Not this series either.
A/N: This will hurt your mind. It will. If you don't want to protect it then there's nothing I can do for you then.
I'll hunt him down first.
You know I will!
I'll mount his head on the wall in my bedroom, and keep his eyes on my face always, and never let him leave.
He would love that.
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
It was….madness. They had reached too late, or too early, maybe. When they had got there, it was all just one bloody mess. Blood, blood, blood, soaked the sheets, pillows, smearing the wallpaper and the wooden floor. Even the creaking blades of he ceiling fan had sprays of blood on it. Gokudera retched, or he cried, or maybe both. The noise of tears and bile carried down beyond the open door, all the way from the hall but at least the only smell here was steel and cold. Yamamoto turned pale, what turned strong men into children in a moment, indeed, was a scene to behold. His legs couldn't hold him and he simply sat weakly, not caring if the rusty crust was going to ruin his pants.
Hibari, Hibari he just closed his black eyes, knelt down soundlessly, and bowed to the headless body of the Tenth Vongola, fists tight.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
He heard a voice. It was the Vongola Don, talking to him.
'They aren't too happy, you know?' Lacking vocal chords, and a body even, he still sounded beautiful. Like that many years ago, when he first met him in those woods…He had wanted him then, and he had him now. It certainly had been a nice, albeit expected series of events.
Mukuro chuckled with remembrance. He had to, it was that amusing, to say the least.
The head frowned. It was a head, the head of the real thing, his lovely loved lover…
'You can be so silly sometimes.'
And at this Mukuro could not hold it in anymore, he held the head like a child cradling a crown, never wanting to let go.
Mukuro did let it go eventually, putting the head at arm's length, and stared into it's eyes, while he rested his own head on his hand.
'This is not a dream, is it?' And there was a glint uncertainty, of small fear in those eyes brown even in death.
Between them, he shook his head.
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
Which part of him do you want? Choose.
Mukuro wasn't a greedy man. At least he had left the heart for Hibari. That poor fool. That lifeless, bloody organ would stink and rot and turn foul, but he was sure Hibari would not be letting go of it anytime soon. Holding on to things too tightly had always been a bad habit of his.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
It almost slipped out between his slim fingers again. The digits were trembling terribly, not a trace of the grace he wielded his tonfas with. His right hand brought the dripping piece of flesh to his stained lips, his left hand almost caught it before he closed his eyes and swallowed it with dread.
To eat it whole was too brutal, even for him. He just couldn't do it, not like that mad man had done. And now he regretted it.
He looked at the rest of the body without a head. He couldn't let Tsuna go to waste, he thought, and crawled over.
End.
A/N: Last things last. I don't know. All your reviews, it's…disturbing. It's distressed me so much in fact, I had to write this.