Title: Tsuna's Mukuro
Summary: What if Tsuna is just like Chrome, he has his own Mukuro? Although it's not Mukuro but the Vongola Primo himself?
Warnings: OOCness.
[Updated 11/3/15: Grammar mistakes fixed; format changed.]
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Chapter 10: Dream
"Giotto-nii-chan! Giotto-nii-chan!" Tsuna shouted as he desperately looked for the man he was calling. The familiar vast azure sky was above him, so he knew that he was in a dream. Running around the endless milieu he was in, he called again, but to no avail.
Where could he be? Tsuna asked himself.
He then suddenly became worried as a painful memory flashed back in his mind—that one memory where Giotto bid him goodbye and left. The setting was almost the same—the only thing missing is Giotto-nii-chan himself—and then Tsuna immediately stopped. He blinked.
Tears began to fill his eyes.
Could the same thing be happening again? He asked himself, his heart beating fast.
No. Tsuna shook his head, trying to get rid of that uneasy feeling. "Giotto-nii-chan!" he shouted again, now more desperate than ever. He then stopped to take a rest, noting that even if was in a dream, he could still be physically tired. When he was ready to continue his search, he suddenly caught a spot of blonde in the corner of his eye. He ran towards it—and then Tsuna saw, with great relief, his Giotto-nii-chan.
"Giotto-nii-chan," Tsuna called with a wide smile on his lips. "Eto… I- I was looking for you a-and thought…" he blushed as he scratched his cheek, suddenly embarrassed at what he was doing a few moments ago. "Ano—"
Tsuna suddenly stopped, his blush quickly fading as he looked up at the unusually quiet Giotto. His hand then slowly reached for him, his brows furrowing. "Are you alright, Gio—"
Tsuna was cut short when Giotto—his Giotto-nii-chan—suddenly slapped his hand away. His caramel-brown eyes widened in shock as he looked at Giotto's own light-orange ones. The latter's stare was cold, emotionless—very much unlike the ones Tsuna remembered, which were warm and gentle.
"Tsunayoshi."
Tsuna suddenly jumped when Giotto spoke. This was the first time the blonde had ever called Tsuna by his full given name, and the brunette did not like it. "H-Hai?" Tsuna said, unsure what to answer him.
"This will be the last time that we're going to meet."
Tsuna's heart skipped a beat. "Y-You're kidding…" he said, half-believing what he just heard. "…right?" Giotto didn't answer. His serious face was enough. "B-But… G-Giotto-nii-chan!"
"I'm sorry, Tsuna."
Giotto then took a step back, and began to fade.
"No!" Tsuna shouted, trying to grab what he could of the man. But he already disappeared, leaving the brunette only air to seize with.
"Goodbye, Sawada Tsunayoshi."
"No…"
Tsunayoshi.
No.
Tsuna.
No.
Tsu-chan!
Tsuna opened his eyes, suddenly face to face with the darkened ceiling of his room. He then sat upright in his bed, before he hugged his blanket-covered legs.
Are you alright, Tsu-chan? Giotto asked worriedly.
Relief washed over Tsuna as he heard that gentle, familiar voice. "Hai," he answered. He then looked at his hands—they were visibly shaking, as tears began to form around his yes.
"But it was just a dream…" Tsuna told himself as the tears finally rolled down from his eyes. He then buried his face in his knees, crying.
The dream felt all too real.
What's wrong, Tsuna? Giotto asked him anxiously, oblivious to the dream the boy had.
"I don't want to lose you again," was the brunette's only reply.