A/N: Song fic to the song 'Shattered' by Trading Yesterday. I have recently become obsessed with this song and am literally listening to it over and over again. Then when I was reading some really good R27, a one-shot called Remembered on , the feels hit hard with this one, for me at least, when this song came on and I couldn't help but want to write this.

Reborn couldn't think. Couldn't breath. Couldn't do anything but sit and wait and hope by all the Gods, whether he believed in them or not, that his Tsuna would make it out of this alive. The Decimo's guardians weren't in much better state.

Hayato was only barely holding together. That was only because he didn't want Tsuna to be stressed about all the work he missed when he woke up. (Completely ignoring the fact that the odds of that happening were very slim.)

Takeshi was already dealing with this in his own way. Distracting himself by constantly challenging Squalo to duels, and when the Varia Rain guardian finally turns him down, goes and practices with his sword nonstop until he is too tired to do anything other than eat and go to bed. But everybody knows that that isn't really helping him. When asked, Takeshi says that he didn't want something like this, 'this' being everything that is going on while Tsuna fights for his life and no one can help him, to happen ever again.

Ryohei, for all his cheer and exuberance, is almost never found around to mansion any more. The man is only found at meals and, if your lucky, in his room. More often then not, you will find him training like Takeshi somewhere around the area that the hospital that Tsuna is located is. Or if you can't find him there, then your next best bet would be at the local shrine or church, which ever one he hadn't visited in a while, praying like his long-dead predecessor, Knuckle.

Then there is Lambo. The small Lightning guardian isn't sure of much, but he is certain that something bad is happening to Tsuna. Lambo knew of death. Knew it well, he was a mafia child after all, and he knew what really bad wounds like the ones that Tsuna endured would most likely take his Tsuna-nii away from them forever. Lambo is crying almost nonstop now. The only times that he isn't crying in some way are the times where he is too exhausted to do anything but sleep, too hungry to do anything but eat (to which Hayato nags at him constantly, with the reasoning that the 'stupid cow shouldn't upset Tsuna-sama when he learns that the stupid cow hasn't been eating properly. Again, no one mentions the fact that Tsuna may never actually have the chance to nag at Lambo for his eating habits. No one mentions the other thing that would also cause a bad reaction, but thankfully in a different way that the worst one out there. The worry for Lambo that can be viewed by even a civilian that is all Hayato's body language projects whenever he knows that Lambo isn't taking care of himself. If it weren't for Reborn, Lambo would have probably spent all his nights with Tsuna, sleeping with his ear pressed as tightly as he dared to Tsuna's chest in order to keep reminding himself that his brother figure was still alive. Lambo couldn't even eat his candy. He didn't start any fights, and least of all was an annoying brat. It was so out of character for the Cow that even Xanxus could see the plain worry that the other guardians were showing.

Kyoya's reactions were likely some of the most shocking for people who knew him but weren't close to the Carnivore and/or Tsuna. The moment that Kyoya had gotten the call from a very somber Mukuro that the Small Animal was in critical condition in the hospital, the Skylark's heart almost stopped. Dropping everything, including the mission that he was currently on and not just the phone in his hand, Kyoya immediately booked the next flight to Italy and hasn't stopped haunting the hospital and closely surrounding areas for anything less than a quick nap. (It couldn't be anything less than quick, even if Kyoya was exhausted beyond imagining. Even Carnivore needs protection when they could die. And Tsunayoshi was not a Carnivore. He was close, but close wasn't enough. This he still needed Kyoya's protection for him to be able to grow.) Truly, the only reason that he hadn't collapsed from exhaustion by now was that some of his Foundation members had taken it upon themselves to keep him in at least decent condition, and had subsequently all but sat on him in order to get him to sleep. The areas that the Skylark patrolled before his underlings interfered was soon swarmed by experienced, strong, trustworthy, tight lipped people from the Varia. Even Xanxus and his guardians were patrolling. Bel had even set up 'presents' that were scattered everywhere in the vents and right out side of the Decimo's hospital room window in order to... discourage assassins.

Mukuro was not better. They knew who had gotten Tsuna to such a state. They had only managed to find him after almost three weeks after the original kidnapping of the small brunet, and some of the damage was already done. Mukuro was not the only one who was livid, but it was safe to say that he was one of the most bloodthirsty ones out of the entirety of Vongola, second only to Reborn. After placing wards, illusions, barriers, and much much more around the hospital that had all but gone into lockdown, Mukuro left in order the find out what in the fucking Nine Hells these people were thinking reviving the Estrano's lost experiments. Not to mention (although everyone tied to Tsuna, deeply or not, stoutly stated that it indeed needed to be mentioned.) daring to target Tsunayoshi.

Although, arguably the most affected was Reborn. Reborn, who would sit in Tsuna's room, never leaving unless there was someone else, preferably someone who could fight damn well because he wasn't taking any chances (This was Tsuna's life after all), who had harmonized with the Sky to be in the room. Not even for bathroom breaks. It was Kyoko or Chrome who brought the hitman food. And every now and then, Hayato would bring in the Cow and some food for the hitman and, as the ever hopeful type, Tsuna as well. (That food was later eaten by Reborn as leftovers.)

It was almost Midnight when Tsuna started to wake up. Reborn was by his side in less than an instant after hearing the younger man stir. His expression so unguarded and raw, relieved and overjoyed by the single fact that Tsuna had woken up. Later, when the Decimo woke up at a slightly more reasonable time, Reborn having insisted that he get some more sleep, Tsuna finds himself in an almost desperate hug that all but screams 'Don't leave me, don't go, don't disappear. Please, I can't loose you. Not you. Never you. Please don't leave me here without you.' There is almost nothing that he can do except somehow squirm out of the hitman's hold, only to reach up and all but drag the man's head down into a kiss that says everything that words can't. (I love you. I'm not leaving. I could never leave you. I'm here. I'm safe. Your safe. Your here. Your with me. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.) and Reborn let's the emotions that he has been trying, and failing, to hold back finally show. When All of the other guardians, having received Reborn's message about Tsuna being awake only moments prior, finally burst in without all the added stress of that actual entrance. The sight that greets them is a sleepy Tsuna, awake and most definitely alive, curled up on Reborn's chest who somehow managed to sit in a comfortable position on the bed for the both of them.

Tsuna greets them with his, slightly tired, usual bright smile and one by one manages to reassure each of them in a different way that he is alive and that he is not leaving any time soon. Not on his watch, not on Byakuran's watch, not on Yuni's watch and most certainly not Reborn's watch.

It takes a while, but Tsuna makes a full recovery and there hospital breaths a sigh of relief when they are finally able to discharge Tsuna. They like the small brunet and can honestly say that they hope their next meeting is a lot less... upsetting the next time.

Reborn looked into the room, sending a thin layer of his Flames out in order to see if anyone else was in there besides the one who should be resting. "Reborn?" Tsuna's voice rings from the silence of the dark room. "You should be asleep Dame-Tsuna." Reborn scolded/teased his one time student. Tsuna let out a huff. "I was, until someone decided that they needed to open my door." He sends Reborn a glance that Reborn feels more than sees. Reborn, letting out a slight huff as well, makes his way over to the bed that his Tsuna is resting in. "Do you need me to check your wounds?" The hitman asked of Tsuna. The brunet shakes his head. "I believe that most of the damage has already healed. I have been treated like porcelain for the past couple of years after all." Tsuna says teasingly. Reborn lightly taps him on the head. "Is that complaining I hear?" And Tsuna shakes his head, probably not a vigorously as he would like, but he knows that if he did, Reborn would kill him. "No, just stating a fact." There's a laps in the conversation between the two males. Its Tsuna who breaks it first.

"Ne, Reborn?" Tsuna pauses, looking for confirmation that the hitman wants to talk. When he gets it, he continues. "Are you ever going to just kiss me?" If there is any time that the hitman would show emotion, this was one of those times. Reborn startled to the point of almost falling off of the place that he was sitting. How did the brunet know? "Why are you asking Dame-Tsuna?" The raven asks. His former student gives him a coy look and mutters something. "I seem to remember someone, that I can confidently say was not any of the girls, Mukuro, Hayato, Takeshi, Kyoya, Xanxus, any of the other Varia members, Byakuran, Lambo, Onii-san, or any of the other hundreds of people who have seemed to attach themselves to me, hold my hand and whisper something that sounded suspiciously like 'Come back to me Mi Amore.'" Reborn sits frozen. Had Tsuna really been asleep when he had done that? Around that time, it was not something that they could be assured of due to his comatose like state. Reborn, in a moment of desperation when the doctors had thought that the brunet's heart had stopped, grabbed his hand and forced a small a mound of his Flames into the smaller man and begged him to return. Reborn knew that was dangerous, Tsuna's body didn't have the energy or stability to survive a Sun Flame healing. The wounds were too severe. He had only said what Tsuna remembered when the doctors had said that they could do no more and left the room. Reborn had sat right next to Tsuna's bed while the doctors notified Tsuna's guardians of the near catastrophe. The hitman, thinking that Tsuna was almost gone, had leaned forward and rested his forehead against the smaller man's and barely voiced the words. How could Tsuna remember. He was on pain medications anyway. Reborn jerked out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his own. "Reborn?" The hitman turns to see Tsuna's worried face and he can't hold himself back any more. They had finally reached the point where it would t be disastrous if he heals his Tsuna with his Sun Flames.

Reborn leans forward and crashes into the younger man's mouth, almost immediately forcing the lips to part allowing his tung to enter the smaller man's mouth. Reborn mapped the entire mouth, and unconsciously raised his hands into brunet locks and entangled his fingers into the soft strands. He parted when he felt more than heard Tsuna moan. The hitman looks at his prize, and Tsuna is able to watch as his eyes dilate.

A small, lithe body with a flushed face and tousled hair. Slightly tearing brown eyes that were once so doe like, and slightly bruised lips. Reborn wanted more, but for now all he could do was to kiss. He didn't want Tsuna to go into a relaps just because of something that Rebron could have easily held himself back from. "Reborn..." Tsuna moans his name and bares his neck, not making it any easier on the hitman to hold back his desires. But this one, this one he can satisfy. Reborn swoops down and latches his teeth into the soft flesh of the neck that was presented to him, likely leaving a mark. Tsuna moaned even louder at his actions, and Reborn can feel his pants tighten at the sound. God, Tsuna learned well in his seduction lessons. Moving to another spot on the smooth neck, Reborn bits down and makes another mark, forcing a cry out of the man under him this time. Never again, never again will someone take what is his. Tsuna was his and he would go through all nine Hells and more in order to keep him. "You should get some rest." The hitman murmurs against the younger's neck, sending shivers down Tsuna's spine. "Look who's talking. I can see the bags under your eyes." Reborn bits down in a different spot as punishment for talking back, but Tsuna only grows more beautiful and ravishable, and Reborn is having a harder time holding himself back. "If you get some rest, so will I." Was Tsuna's breathless offer. Reborn thinks about it while making yet another mark, this time on the sensitive collarbone. He hums and settles onto the bed next to Tsuna once more, only this time laying down. He moves one of his arms over to draw the smaller man closer. Effectively cutting off all escape routes for the brunet as he moves said arm down to his waist and lets the other curl around his torso. The hitman burrows his nose into chocolate lock and inhales deeply. Tsuna's still alive and here. The reassuring beat of his heart that Reborn back feel from the smaller body has the hitman lulling into a deep sleep. Deeper than anything that he had slept since Tsuna's kidnaping years ago. Just as Rebron is about to slip into the sleep that becons Reborn, he hears two words, spoken softly in French. "Je t'aime." And he smiles as he slips the final way into sleep, certain that Tsuna will follow him soon.

I love you.

A/N: I go to make this some really fluffy thing, and it turns into this. Why is my life so messed up that I go to write a very cute one-shot about one of my favorite pairings, and instead it turns into this fucking tragedy? Why can I only write things that make me cry as I write them?! (Not really, but it sure as hell feels like it sometime. The always part, I actually did cry during the making of this.) I will admit, even if it got all tragic, I did somehow make it sweet in the end. For any of you that are upset that Reborn didn't ravish Tsuna, it even says that Reborn isn't going to do that. And that was never the intention. Even the kiss was unplanned. Or the fluff at the end with the French. I actually do have a reason for choosing French as apposed to other languages. French is widely recognized as a love language, and Paris, France's capital, is even called the 'City of Love'. So there is a reason for that.

So, what'd ya think? Did I do good? Did I hit your feels button? Did I make you cry? Please tell me what you think. Flames are welcome, as well as 'Get Well Soon' marshmallows for Tsuna! If I get enough, I will be writing a one shot sequel where he receives them. ^^