"Vongola…" His dull green eyes stared sightlessly at the grave before the Vongola and him, his hands tucked into his black slacks. The lapels of his black sleeved vest fanned against his tear-stained cheeks.
Vongola, wearing a black suit as well, stared blankly down at the grave, caramel eyes murky. "… Yes?" He whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Why do I get this feeling that he isn't actually gone?"
Vongola snorted, a melancholy sound. "Don't worry, Lambo. I have that feeling too." He tilts his head down and his bronze locks cover his eyes. "But it isn't true – he's gone." His hands clenched at his sides. "Come on, Lambo, let's go home." He walked slowly away from the grave, navigating his way out of the cemetery.
He didn't bother to look back. Had he, he would have seen Lambo's ghastly pale face and his clothing compressed around his waist – as if arms were wrapped around him.
"… Are you sure, Vongola?" He shakily asked the Vongola who was now long out of ear shot. "Can you be certain he has actually left?"
A soft breeze blew through and on it was the dim, fainted, mocking laughter could be heard. On that same breeze was a sighing voice saying: "No, stupid cow." Again with that soft, low laughter more like a wheezing wind. "I have never left."
Lambo endured silently as the hands he can not see rove over his body, pushing aside and then letting fall different articles of clothing. "… Why won't you leave me?" Tears slipped down his cheeks, landing on his lips and then tipping off of his chin. "What have I done to deserve this?"
There was no answer to his questions; no mercy on his body. A force rose behind him, shoving him onto the freshly made grave and burying his hands into the rich soil. He opened his mouth to scream – maybe Vongola wasn't too far away? Maybe he was still waiting at the car for him? – and choked on dirt as he was shoved face-first into the burial site.
His screams cut off but his pain mounting, he looked up with teary eyes to where he is forced to lay.
Above him, the tombstone reads: REBORN Greatest tutor and number one hitman in the world. The dates unknown.
He felt his body give out. Goodness… he hated ghosts.
Author's Note: Yep – Reborn is a ghost and Lambo is unwilling after-death prey. Don't ask me how Reborn died, I don't know.