Promise
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is owned by Akira Amano.
Well, first one-shot in KHR. All my other stories are either in DNAngel or in D.Gray-Man…I've just found out recently that KHR makes quite a story when cross over-ed with DGM…
(TYL! Characters)
(A hint of 5980 if you squint hard…oh, and 5927/2780, if you squint even harder)
(Character death)
(Alternate storyline?)
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Even though they don't look at each other, he understands. He understands that tears are rushing down the cheeks. He understands that the sobs he heard are not caused by sickness. He understands that the figure in front of him is holding back an urge to go all out and cry.
And he, as a right-hand man, could only weep along.
He couldn't do anything. He couldn't stop the cry. He could only cry along and let out his pain. He couldn't comfort him. He couldn't stop the tears.
He was useless.
He couldn't help it. No one could. Not when there's your famiglia member—no, your closest friend—in front of you, silent and lifeless. Silent, since a dead body can no longer speak.
He should have known it. Those Millefiore bastards must have planned it. Negotiations are bullshit for sadists like them. But…why not him?
Why not me?
The question rang in his head, again and again. He couldn't react when the gunshot echoed throughout the room. He couldn't move. His whole body was numb. The bullet, flying through air, went for his boss. And he couldn't move.
Why must I be that useless?
And he went for it instead.
Why must you die?
Hayato Gokudera, the right-hand man of the Vongola famiglia, could only look as Yamamoto Takeshi jumped in front of his boss and took the shot.
Why?
Tsuna's distressed scream pierced through his eardrums, as Yamamoto fell down, blood splattering to everywhere. He could remember the warm blood on his hands, his face…and the noise when he fell on the ground.
And all he said was,
"I made a great safe."
He said it while grinning. Grinning, my ass! He thought. Those Millefiore went out as they realized they went for the wrong target. He won't forget it. He won't forget Tsuna's face as the young boss brought down three of the many men Millefiore got at that time. He won't forget the sad face, filled with rage and loneliness.
He won't.
He made a vow before. He made a vow to protect everyone. He made it his own vow; he made it his own promise.
But here he is now.
I failed. I broke my own promise.
He looked at his boss, the 10th of Vongola famiglia, Tsunayoshi Sawada. The cry had gone out, loud and clear. He looked at the other four guardians. Lambo seemed like he could explode at any time. Ryohei Sasagawa, he lost his shine of 'extreme' spirit.
Chrome wept. And when she wept, he knew, the man who once tried to murder all of them, Rokudo Mukuro, wept.
The cloud, Kyoya Hibari, he knew there was a change in him after the scene. Gone was the feeling of competitive rage. It was only the bloodlust and the hatred that stayed in him. He knew who the hatred was for.
Even the cloud looks grim when the sky is tainted in blood.
He looked back at Tsuna, who cried and cried for the Rain guardian is no longer.
I failed.
Gokudera silently wept as well.
I failed my purpose.
He could feel the blood on his face drying.
I failed my promise.
He couldn't take it anymore. The crying was no longer a silent one. He let it out. He didn't care about the blood that stained his suit.
I failed my best friend.
--owari--
Whoa, I didn't hope for it to come out like this. O.o Accidents happen, I guess. Does this count as angst? I've never written angst before. Read, yes, but write, no. Hope you like.
-Evrae-