Hiya Peeps! I'm back with a new tragedy, I hope it's decent- I had an idea going around in my mind about the Vongola trial thing for a while, aswell as a really shot death one-shot. So I put them together and tada!
Also, I'm going to start listing the songs that I listen to while I write these stories, so u guys can get my feels aswell.
My immortal- Evanescence
Not about angels- Birdy
Safe and sound- Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR
Enjoy :)
It was one of those days again. His friends hadn't been around today, doing personal things-just like he asked. He didn't want them to be restricted by him. He had already blighted their futures to be full of blood and death.
So his personal bullies decided that today was time to get revenge. They hit him around and stole his food.
Reborn hadn't been around either. He had gone to a Arcobaleno meeting. Entrusting Tsuna to his guardians.
But soon he would inherit Vongola and Reborn being the sadistic 'tutor', had promised to train him into the ground, grumbling something about 'Vongola Gear'.
But for now he would enjoy the peace.
Waitresses carried about warm drinks to cure the Autumn chill in everyone's bones. Even though Tsuna couldn't drink coffee (it messed with his Intuition and made him hyperactive), he enjoyed its aroma while sipping a warm mug hot chocolate clasped in both hands.
He closed his eyes and cleared his mind, letting his mind drift. This continued for a while as he steadily diminished his hot chocolate. Suddenly he felt his Vongola Intuition flare, like a spark of ice fire running though his veins, waking him up from his relaxed mind. He shot up from his casual position and looked around.
Something was wrong.
His heart was racing and his blood pressure was rising. Something wasn't right.
He needed Hibari. He needed his strongest guardian. He needed is strength. He pressed the dreaded number on his speed dial and held it up to his ear, hand shaking slightly.
"What do you want Herbivore" Was Hibari's gruff answer.
"I need help-" was all the answer he could give. He was cut off by a sudden pounding head ache, like Primo was pleading with him to get out of there. But he couldn't leave, whatever was coming-he needed to protect these people.
"What is it" Was Hibari's slightly concerned voice. Tsuna felt a chill run up his spine despite the pumping blood though his veins...
It was coming.
"I don't know, Plea-" He was cut off as masked men entered the shop. They pulled out guns and suddenly everything went hysterical. Waitresses began screaming and children crying. The men started yelling over the screaming, demanding they move it or die.
The men began herding the people together, and in the commotion Tsuna dropped his phone, smashing it on the ground and breaking his connection with his guardian.
They where all shoved into corners of the room, backs pressed against concrete walls. Majority of the customers were mothers and young children.
At the register, the obvious leader was harassing the Cashier with his gun as she struggled to fill the small backpack with money. All the while, a child near Tsuna was crying her heart out -terrified out of her mind.
"Shut that kid up" Was the nearest mans threat, his stubby appendages fingering his handgun. The mother clutched her child to her chest-trying to calm her.
Tsuna wished he could help to stop this. But Reborn wasn't here to shoot him with a Dying Will bullet and he didn't have his pills or mittens. So he was as helpless as the rest of him-and equally scared. Except he wasn't scared for himself, but for the small girl. Everyone else in the shop was looking away, unwilling to help the child in fear for their own lives.
The threat was obvious. Shut up or Die. But it was her natural reaction. She was unsure and scared, so she would cry. She couldn't help it.
He could see the anger consuming the terrifying male. His face turned red with anger, not taking well to the disobedience.
"All right! Shut the little brat up right now or she dies!" The man screamed at the mother. It was obvious she was too petrified to do anything and the child just cried harder while staring up at the man.
He raised his gun, and clicked off the safety. Tsuna was torn, his cowardice battling with his desire to help the girl. Everyone else in the shop was either crying silently or sitting stock still, unwilling to draw attention to themselves. All the while knowing what would happen to the child.
He drew a deep breath as the world slowed down. He had to help her, nobody else would. It was his duty. Nobody deserved to die. Especially not a tiny little girl that had yet to experience life.
He had experienced plenty.
He had met Reborn. He had fought many battles and trained hard. He had gone to the future and changed the course of the world. He had met people, that became friends, his friends. Some were weird and some were scary but he loved them all the same. His life was complete.
He knew what he had to do, and he was willing. He silently apologised to his family and his dearest friends. He would miss them. But his decision was made.
He opened his eyes, showing his boiling resolve.
In slow motion, he leapt from his position and into the man. The gunshot thrown off course as slamming into the wall.
People screamed at the loud sound. Tsuna fought like a cat using his nails as his weapon to try and distract the male. He began thrashing violently as the man got a firm grip on his hip, bruising Tsuna's pale skin and digging his jagged fingernails into the bone.
He smirked as he cocked the gun and shoved it into the back of Tsuna's cranium, grinning down at his small captive, only slightly disappointed that in this position he wouldn't get see the light leave the boys eyes.
Tsuna looked down at the small girl he saved, His hyper intuition letting him know that Hibari was on the other side of the front door, DC troupes behind him.
So, this was how the Vongola Decimo was going to die huh? Tsuna would have laughed at the irony if the situation had been different. But it wasn't. He was helpless. Even after all these years with Reborn training him. He was going to die by a mere bullet.
He was afraid. But this wasn't about him. He saved a little girl. She mattered more than his petty fear.
He smiled sadly at the mother, just as the gunshot went off. His eyes dimmed immediately as gore and blood flew everywhere, coating the mother and child.
His body crumpled as the man dropped him. Quickly dark, red blood formed beneath his broken body.
Everything went silent. People stared, unable to comprehend that Tsunayoshi Sawada, the coward, just died to save a little girl.
The mother sat and watched his body fall, struggling to get her limbs to obey and cover her daughters eyes.
Dark red blood splashed onto her sky blue cardigan, staining it a deep purple.
She screamed. Loud and clear, piercing the sudden silence and echoing off the walls.
The Demon Prefect smashed the barricaded door down and took in the sight of his soon-to-be boss laying in a pool of his own blood.
Dead.
Tsunayoshi's eyes were towards the door as he lay, stomach down on the stained wooden floor. His thin fingers splayed on the ground, blood slowing running down his hands in droplets and dripping to the floor from his fingers. It was almost like that Tsuna was reaching out for him-even in his final moments.
Hibari screamed in rage as he beat the men down, not missing a beat as he broke their bones-focusing mainly of the man with Tsuna's blood on his hands.
Not only had they threatened his citizens, they had murdered a student of Nanimori- his future boss no less.
He only stopped after remembering Tsuna's words years ago. He mustn't kill. He wanted so badly to disobey. But for the first time in his life, he just couldn't. He couldn't disobey the words of the dead boy.
Only when the men lay prone and citizens taken care of did he attend to Tsuna's cooling body.
He had been shot in the brain, killing him instantly. Hibari moved to his side, refusing to look at the gore that surrounded the body.
He slowly rolled the body over, rolling slowly before hitting the wooden ground with a dull thud.
He was silently thankful that he couldn't see the life taking wound anymore.
Hibari swallowed heavily. Tsuna's open eyes stared back at him. Blood was running from his eyes, nose and mouth- the small trains of blood like demented tribal lines cascading down his face.
His eyes where completely blank. It made Hibari's chest hurt seeing them. Tsuna's eyes were always filled with wonder and life. They where always so expressive. Hibari had always liked that about him.
But now they where as dead as him.
He wasn't sure if this view was much better
He reached un-steady hands down to close the boy's eyes, blood coating his fingers. Not caring what the observers saw. He didn't care if they knew that he had cared for this boy that had just died before them.
He stared into the woman's eyes, as he knelt next to Tsuna's body. He knew that the woman could see the pain and sorrow in his eyes. The brimming tears making his eyes shine, but he didn't care. He just looked at her, letting her know that his treasured person was taken instead of hers, and she should never forget what Tsuna, his precious boss, given up for her daughter.
He lifted the limp body into his arms, steadying Tsuna's head as he carried the body out of the destroyed café.
He walked up to one of his cars with Kurosabe standing diligently at his door. Kurosabe's face clouded with grief as he watched his boss approached with Tsuna's body in his arms.
Never had he seen his boss so terrified as he ordered his men into mobilisation. It had morphed from boredom to shock and then fear- all in one short phone call. He had never seen Hibari so emotive even after so many years by his side.
Kurosabe didn't know why, but didn't question him, and drove him to the cafe at high speed, following orders diligently.
But when Hibari passed by with Sawada Tsunayoshi's body clutched in his arms, he knew why.
Hibari had treasured Tsunayoshi. He could see that now. But now he was dead, the only person that Hibari had cared had been killed.
Hibari had always prided himself on keeping everyone safe and enforcing order.
He could see the held back tears within the ever stoic Disciplinary President's eyes.
But there was nothing he could of done today to save Tsunayoshi, no amount of order could of saved his life.
Kurosabe sadly pulled the door open, letting his boss file past with the body of the boy they once knew.
Hibari sat down as he set the the body on his lap, Tsunayoshi's head heavy against his chest. He stared ahead at the commotion surrounding the vehicle.
Only then did he allow himself to cry.
A sob ripped out from his chest. He kept still as his tears fell down his cheeks, no other sound escaping him.
Tsuna had asked him for help. He was the one Tsuna called. The one Tsuna put his trust into. He had failed him, and now Tsuna was dead.
He knew what Tsuna did. He was proud. So damned proud.
He let go of his herbivorous nature and stood up for what he thought was right. Hibari had been patiently awaiting the moment. But he had never thought it would of ended like this. He saw potential within the small teen. Tsuna had caught his interest, and with that he had been tied to him.
He wanted to see him grow and become stronger than him. He wanted Tsuna to fulfil his destiny and change this breaking world.
But he was dead now... And it just wasn't fair.
He had deserved to live. He had a right to achieve his potential. Hibari had wanted that more than anything else in the world.
He hoped that those men realised that they had destroyed the future of this world with that single bullet
4 years later
Slowly, but surely. Tsuna became acknowledged by his peers, some admiring what he did. Nobody referred to him as 'Dame-Tsuna' but just 'Sawada' or 'Sawada-Sempai' by those younger students that heard the tale.
Hibari continued to watch over Nanimori Campus, although, he was more subdued.
He had planted a Sakura tree on the day of Tsuna's funeral, in a quiet secluded garden made just for Tsuna. He visited it everyday, to clean the marker with Tsunayoshi's name engraved on it, amongst the tree's roots.
Tsunayoshi Sawada
A much loved student
1999-2014
You will be missed
Slowly, everyone had been coming to terms with the young heirs death. Iemistsu had left the mafia and spent time with Nana, coping with their loss together. Yamamoto for the first couple of months had shut himself off. For the only reason he was alive today, was because of Tsuna, but Tsuna was now dead-their roles had reversed onto an ugly head.
But he would be okay. He still had his dad and friends-even though it would never be the same.
Gokudera left the mafia also. Because, no boss could ever of compared to Tsuna. Both he and Yamamoto graduated from Nanimori High School with high ATAR's(1).
They missed him, and even though the atmosphere of the graduation was happy, they were reminded solely of him on that day.
The fact that Tsuna would of been graduating with them right now, and on his way to become the Vongola Boss.
On his way to change the world.
But instead he was dead. Everything had ended with that single bullet.
30 years later
The Vongola was strong. After Nono's reign, things had mellowed out.
Now, 17 year old Yukio was on his way to be Vongola 11th. He was born and raised in this castle. He had read the history and studied the family tree Blah, Blah, Blah. First was Primo who built his empire, and when he retired he handed the famiglia to his cousin and they had been in power ever since. Blah, Blah, Blah. When Nono died, Xanxus took the throne and followed his legacy and now Yukio would have it.
He was bored. He wanted to go outside and see the world, not be holed up in here.
But every time he asked why he wasn't allowed outside, usually at the dinner table, everything would quieten. Everyone around the table would fall quietly and avoid his gaze. After a short period, his father Xanxus would simply state that it was too dangerous.
He knew something wasn't right. Everyone else was allowed outside, but not him. The heir. He originally thought it was just to protect him. But something had happened somewhere though Nono's reign that lead to his predicament. He intended to find out.
But this family was full of secrets and deception. Only the boss was fully capable to command the armies and use their resources.
It was only a matter of time before he became boss, and patience was something he had mastered in his training. He had already had his guardians picked out and he was going to undergo the Vongola trial in 1 month.
Xanxus had commanded his best to service Yuki and tutor him for the trial.
He would be ready.
One month later.
"Good luck, Yukio" Was the last thing he heard before he was swept from reality and into the realm of the Sky ring.
Everything was black, pitch black. Just as his eyes adjusted to the dark, 8 lights suddenly flared up in lines in front of him, like candles lining a hallway. He reeled back from the lights. Closing his eyes from the onslaught. He slowly came too, just as 2 more lights lit up at the end of the line, slightly lower than the rest.
The lights spread out and formed bodies, flames lighting the faces like masks.
So these where the Vongola bosses.
Each held a weapon of choice, lightened by the same flame that adorned their faces. One of the two at the end was sitting on a throne, gloves adoring his hands. But then the one next to him..?
There where too many. There where only 9 Vongola bosses before his father. There was a extra.
Yukio was beyond confused.
The lights suddenly became people. Standing in two lines in front of the the two figures, one of which Yukio could now identify as Primo. The other was too small to be any older than a child. He had a fluffy head of brown hair and bright orange eyes. He was sitting on the side of Primo's throne, his legs swinging as they didn't touch the ground.
Yukio opened his mouth to ask who the intruder was but was interrupted by the boy's speech.
"Welcome to the realm of the Vongola sky bosses, You must be Yukio" his small voice was quiet, yet powerful. Like a boss.
The boy hopped (2) from Primo's throne and walked casually past the other sky bosses, hands clasped behind his back. Yukio was stunned into silence, watching him pass the others without a word and they watched him go, regret and guilt clouding their expressions.
"I am Tsunayoshi Sawada" was the boys introduction when he reached Yukio, leaning forward slightly and smiling at Yukio. At Yukio's blank stare he sighed, his posture sinking minutely. "I guess Xanxus never told you about me"
All Yukio could do was shake his head at the smaller boy. Tsunayoshi took a deep breath and began his tale, staring with his unsettling orange eyes into Yukio's maroon ones.
Yukio had always thought his eye colour was strange and unsettling, but the boys stare was completely out of this world.
"I was born in 1999, as the great, great, great, great, great grandson of Primo... I was going to become the tenth boss of Vongola" Yukio choked on his breath, struggling to comprehend what he had just been told. It completely went against everything he had learned. Primo was never supposed to have had kids. He had never learnt of this boy. Or his genetic line.
What confused him the most, was that he was in here- with dead Vongloa Bosses. Yukio did the math, if he was born in 1999, he should be at least 30.
So why was he here?
Tsuna smiled sadly at what accounted for the ground, feet scuffing at it as he spoke his next words, hands still clasped behind his back..
"When I was 14, I was murdered in my hometown before I could become the Tenth boss" he finished, looking up into Yukio's maroon eyes.
Yukio stared back, uncomprehending. He never knew this. It wasn't possible. He felt tears prick at his eyes.
"So, Please-Please, protect Grandpa Giotto's legacy like I wanted to" the boy smiled lightly at Yukio.
He should of known, dammit. This was the secret of the Vongola family. That they where too damn weak to protect the final descendant of Primo. And this child had to pay the price.
That wasn't fair. Even Yukio was still alive and in his teens, which Tsuna barely was when he was killed... No, not killed.
Murdered
This boy in front of him had been murdered. Some stupid idiot had ended the life of the worlds hope. The final descendent of a line of pure and just leaders.
Yukio didn't notice as Giotto stood from his throne and began moving towards him with powerful strides.
"Yukio"
Immediately he straightened out of his muddled and confused thoughts by the aura the First boss possessed, looking up at Primo with saddened eyes.
"Now you must learn the sins of the Vongola" was his explanation as a hand was pressed to his face.
Everything dimmed.
Images flashed passed him rapidly, he was floating in a abyss- surrounded by scrolling tapes that flew by him. He watched each generation of Vongola become progressively worse. The death toll forever rising.
Yukio was overwhelmed. It felt like the images where ingraining themselves into his mind, forcing away any other thoughts. Guns, weapons, darkness and blood. So much blood. He felt as though his eyelids where stained with the crimson liquid. And just was he was going to succumb to the pressure, the images stopped. A video took its place.
The death of Tsunayoshi. It was clearly him lying on that wooden floor, coated with more of the crimson liquid. He saw a boy around Tsuna's age come in the room to find the dead boy. He watched quietly as the boy flew into a rage, destroying the men, and obliterating the man with that liquid staining his hands. This teen was clearly Tsunayoshi's cloud. The unstoppable force. But one that could not save a child.
The teen carried the younger dead child out of the building and the image faded away into the Sky Realm once more.
Rage consumed Yukio. Anger at his father, anger at himself, and anger at the Vongola. They where the oldest and strongest mafia family in history. And they still let this boy die and horrible and gruesome death.
He sure as hell wasn't going to let it happen again.
"You have now seen the sins of the Vongola" was the echoing words of Primo. Yukio didn't respond.
A tense silence fell within the sky realm.
"What the hell did he do to deserve what you gave him" Yukio muttered darkly, a dark aura leaking from his body and surrounding him in rolling storm clouds. Tsunayoshi smiled at him calmingly from behind his Great Grandfather.
"It's okay Yu-"
"NO ITS NOT!" Yukio screamed, violently whipping his head from his folded knees to glare at the Vongola bosses with tears running from his hatred filled eyes.
"If Vongola" he spat "If the strongest mafia in the whole world, can't protect one simple innocent child. Then what is the point?"
"If the most powerrful people in the world only sit back and watch as a child dies because of their mistakes, What. is. the. point?" Yukio pushed his clenched fists to the ground and pushed himself to his shaky feet. He glared at each of the Vongola bosses in turn, his eyes burning with hatred.
"What is the point in the mafia?"
"If you can't do such a simple thing, if you can't be bothered to get off your high horses and save the a child with the future of the world stored within his young body.."
He pointed a forefinger at Nono, staring down the man that was boss at the time of Tsunayoshi's death.
"Then I will destroy you".
All was silent. Slowly the fire of Yukio's hatred burned down to smouldering ashes. He slowly lowered a shaky hand to his side, under the observant eyes of the most powerful people to have ever lived. He gasped when he realised what he had done. He shook as he thought of his immediate demise.
Slowly, smiles stretched across the Vongola bosses faces.
Tsuna smiled at him. A bright smile that made him feel warm inside.
Yukio frown in confusion at the smiles he was receiving from all around him.
"Congratulations Yukio" was the commanding voice of the First, who was smiling at him affectionately at his side- a hand on his shoulder.
"Yay! Yukio did it!" Tsuna shouted with glee as he ran up to Yuki and hugged him, arms around his waist and head against his chest due to the short height he had, the only point he got to grow to before he died.
Yukio pushed that thought from his mind in his already confused state.
"I-I did what!?" He asked Tsuna, who was currently basking in his warmth, his face pushed against Yukio's beating heart.
Tsuna looked up at him, practically radiating happiness.
"You passed the Vongola Trial" he said, then giggling at the dumbfounded face Yukio made. "I basically said the same thing when I did it!"
"W-What!"
"It is true, Yukio." Primo said to his, his calming voice still holding authority. "You have shown us you are capable to look after the future of Vongola"
"But I said I wanted to destroy it!"
"Yes, but that shows us that you condone the responsibility that you will need to fill. That you are capable of doing for others what we couldn't do for Tsunayoshi".
"Yes, you have a large and kind heart Yukio, something that we have needed for over 30 years" was the gravely voice of the Ninth, who had moved closer to them.
"You mean, something that Tsuna had that died with him" Yukio corrected, remembering his earlier hatred, largely aimed at this man.
The man sighed. "Yes"
Slowly, as if on que- each of the bosses faded away, Primo last, with words of good luck. They all faded but left Tsuna standing in front of him, the only colour in the pitch black dimension surrounding them.
"It's alright Yukio, the past is in the past. You are in charge of the future" he said, his smile never leaving his lips.
"I'm just glad that you will follow Grandpa Giotto's legacy, Yukio, rather than the past bosses"
Yukio have a tentative smile to the boy. "I'll try, Tsunayoshi"
"No need to call me that, Yukio. Even though I'm dead and in this state I'm still younger than you, all my friends used to call me Tsuna anyway." (2)
"I'm sorry, but... We won't see each other often will we?"
Tsuna giggled, a happy sound in the expanse of space. His body began fading before Yukio's eyes, his features slowly blending into black, just like the other bosses had.
"I guess you will just have to wait and see"
Oh look at that, a ending that's rather happy. That's new for me. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one-shot. There are more to come, although I'm attempting something rather morbid.
I live in Australia and a ATAR is the final score of how well you have done throughout school, a high ATAR (70-99%) gets you to University and stuff. Honestly it's quite stupid considering that the last exams and results in year 12 decide your whole life-leaving out the rest of your schooling. Oh well.
Tsuna has come to terms with the fact that he is dead, after having 30 years to think it over. He is accepting like his was in his life, but a whole lot more optimistic. He still wants to keep everyone safe and can see that Yukio will do that.
Stay tuned :)
God Bless,
SephrinaRose
