Summary: Alaude and Knuckle always watched the sunset together. As kids, as teenagers, and even as adults, they wouldn't let that kind of connection go. Alaude and Knuckle friendship, no pairings.

KHR isn't mine.

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It had been a long time since they had seen each other, and spent quality time together, but even then, they were still as close as can be. Even if they were in a situation where they couldn't interact without seeming suspicious, the two still trusted each other with their lives. It was almost as if Alaude had never left all those years ago.

The last time they had spent quality time together was the day before Alaude had left town. But back then, he hadn't been Alaude. Back then, his name was very, very different. But, that's a story for another day.

Alaude happened to remember that day very well. After all, it was quite literally the day before he left, never to look back.

It was a warm summer evening. Humid, with a few clouds, but no rain. Both of them were thankful, because rain would honestly ruin the moment. Besides, why would they want to miss the city of Venice cast in a golden glow?

They were lucky. One of the bridges by their homes had the most beautiful view of the sunset reflecting off the waters. The sun's golden glow cascaded the entire city, and the sight from their roof to left them breathless.

Every day, they would make it a point to meet up there and spend at least a few minutes together. It had become tradition, a part of their life. That is, until Alaude left home.

Alaude never did tell Knuckle, but he had a feeling that the boxer knew anyway.

He assumed that even while they were separate, the tradition kept on. Even he could remember staring outside his office window and regarding the sunset from Paris. Even then, those were good days. Days that reminded him of happy days, celebrated days, good days. Enjoyable, memorable.

Yes, they were good days indeed.

But those days had a setback. They reminded him of how he deserted his family. Granted, he didn't really care in those days, but… today, was a different story.

When the two met again, it was in the silence of a meeting room, surrounded by the other Vongola members.

Many things went unsaid that day, but there was a brief conversation on the roof that confirmed both of their suspicious.

The tradition kept on.