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(This one seriously kicked my butt! (0.0) so...very...difficult...)

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Chapter 10

The Beginning, Middle, and End

Time out, time out, time out! The possibility of the person who was in front of him to actually be in front of him could only mean one of two things. The first was that Lambo's ten year later bazooka had hit him and something terribly wrong had happened to it and it had a malfunction. That choice was highly impossible considering the fact that Lambo wasn't even in the same room was him. The second option made Tsuna's chest tighten in grief. The only way he could see someone who had died 400 years ago would be that he himself had died and went to the Netherworld as well. It was a possibility because of the way he had went from being unconscious to conscious again. The pain that had engulfed him was so painful that maybe, just maybe it had killed him off.

But something still hadn't clicked in completely. If he did die than he most certainly wouldn't be in an alley with trash. It didn't really give a heavenly appeal to it. And if he was supposed to be in hell, then it didn't really fit the mark either.

He was pulled from his mind numbing train of thought when gun shots came closer to the alley. Shouts and the sound of running also came closer. Before Tsuna could even comprehend what had happened, Primo ran in the opposite direction as the pursuers. Without much of a thought, the brunette reached out his hand to grab the Vongola's cape. The creepiest and just downright strangest thing happened. Instead of his hand grabbing onto his cloak like his had intended to, his hand went straight through it. Tsuna gaped in shock for a moment before getting out of his stupor. Then another freaky thing happened. While he was still in partial shock, his body started to move on its own in the direction that the Primo was going. Oh, and just to clarify. He was floating slightly above ground rather than actually walking on his own two feet.

Shots came from behind him and he reflexively ducked his head so he wouldn't get hit. Though, when one of the bullets harmlessly went through his forearm, he remembered that he technically wasn't even alive anymore...or whatever you would call it at the moment. So instead of worrying about his strange predicament he was in, he let himself be led around by the invisible force and watched what was going on around him for the time being.

...()()()...

While running through the different and complex streets in front of him, Giotto made sure to get the pursuers off his tail. The plan hadn't worked as G had planned it originally. Infiltrating an enemy base with so little men with him was not only hard but tiring. After he had finally escaped from the base, the alarms had unfortunately sounded. To keep his remaining subordinates safe and sound, he had to make a diversion for the enemies. To his dismay, there were a lot more men after him then he had originally thought.

"Ahhhh," he muttered out in frustration. "Where's Alaude when I actually need him? Even Spade would be good about now."

A bullet whizzed right passed his head and that made him shut his mouth. If a bullet didn't make him go faster then nothing would. He pulled on a pair of gloves from his pants pockets and orange flames ignited. Getting out of this alive would mean that he would have to use the power from the Vongola ring. Giotto hoisted himself into the air and made his way to escape. He willed the flames to emit more power so he could gain a faster amount of speed.

When the shots were finally too far away to hold any danger, the blonde gave a sigh of relief. It was short lived though when a familiar menacing aura came from behind him. He spun around and saw a man with snow white hair and yellow, amber colored eyes looking at him from the top of the building parallel from him.

"Well, well, well. Isn't this a pleasant surprise?" said the man all but dripping with malice. "Hmmm, and I thought that my men said that you Vongola were dead."

"Maybe you should check within your ranks of men, Arsenio." replied the blonde.

"Maybe I should," he purred back, readjusting the gun in his hand. "Trustworthy men are so hard to find in this day and age. Always betraying. Always dying. Always doing stupid stuff to soil my plans. Such dirty and disgusting human. Sometimes I wish that they could just all die in the pits of hell."

"That's a harsh way to speak about your subordinates," Giotto laughed out.

"And it's pretty harsh for a subordinate of mine to leak out information to rivaling famiglia." the white haired man countered with a smile on his face. "And the fact that it was something so secret makes me wonder who exactly could get the information since it was only open to the higher ups." He raised the gun up in the air and aimed it at the Vongola. A black flame emitted from the tip of the gun and he shot it not really intent on actually hitting the target. "If you were to die now, one die the seven problems would be out of the way."

"Sorry to burst your bubble but we made sure to give the information to the other allies of ours before commencing with the plan," Giotto interjected. "By the hands of the Vongola or by the hands of someone else after us, we will make sure that your reign ends in this era."

"What makes you think that? The Arsenio famiglia has reigned over Europe since the middle ages. Do you think a new born famiglia such as yourselves even have a chance against us? Such ideas make me laugh at your incompetence." The flames on his gun became more intensified and concentrated. "Now die you Vongola cretin along with your pathetic ideas."

The blonde couldn't react in time when the bullet came towards him. He closed his eyes to await the pain that came with the black flame but instead of his own cry of pain, another took its place. He opened his eyes in shock to see an orange haired male in front of him. The white colored flames that kept him in the air dispersed and Giotto grabbed onto the man's arm before he fell.

"Eligio!" Giotto cried out in shock. "You-you were supposed to be in the safe house with Lampo and Asari! W-why are you he-?" The question was cut off when the blonde saw where the bullet went through. It was practically straight through his chest right by his heart.

"Well t-this sort of s-sucks doesn't it," came the shaky reply before a series of wet coughs came from him. Crimson blood ran down his chin and fell to the waiting ground below.

"Heheheh, isn't this just golden." laughed Arsenio as he wiped off his gun. "I never would have thought that you were the one who was pulling the strings for them. Quite hilarious that it was one of my closest that betrayed me. Cirilo was the one that I thought would become the trader because his want for power but it was you. You of all people."

"Ha...so...someone like y...you is not fit to be a leader," the other gasped out as he glared into the amber eyes with his pitch black ones. "...a bloodthirsty leader such as yourself will only make this world worse for wear..."

"Stop speaking," Giotto pleaded. "We need to get you to Knuckles before you get worse."

The white haired man started laughing hysterically before speaking again. "You are naive to think that he will be able to survive. Well, since I killed the traitor already we can schedule your famiglia's impending death another time. Arrivederci…"

...()()()...

The scenery around Tsuna changed drastically and clips of different images flashed from one place to another. It was a mix between a slide show and fast forwarding through a television show. There were clips of a distraught Knuckles trying to stop the bleeding from the man that had defended Giotto. Another that went passed the brunette was with G and Giotto arguing with one another about why the plan had failed with so many men either injured or killed in the process of getting the information while Alaude was becoming irritated with them. The last one came through and showed all the guardians in a meeting room discussing their next course of action to take place.

Then everything went black once again.

...()()()...

Crimson blood coated the destroyed cities of Sicily. There was no place that hadn't succumb to the destruction of the war. Nothing was left untouched and the harsh reality of death and destruction had taken its grasp on the innocent citizens of Italy. Though this was one of the many places where the battles were fought, this place was ultimately the ending grounds. The war's beginning started here and its end was here as well.

"Giotto!" yelled the familiar redhead, Cozart Shimon. "The Cavallone boss found the Cirilo leader."

"That's good to hear," Giotto sighed. He turned around and looked at Cozart. "Has anyone found Arsenio yet?"

The Shimon's face visibly darkened. "Unfortunately the answer is still no. From all the people we had captured, none of them know where their boss actually went. I think that he knew ahead of time that we were trying to capture him and when he figured out that there was no hope for his side to win, he went into hiding."

"This isn't good," the blonde replied as he distinguished his sky flames. "Go and report to everyone that we need to have a search for him. If Arsenio isn't captured another war such as this is bound to happen again."

"I'll do that now," answered Cozart. "Just make sure to be careful while walking around here. There are still some enemy famiglia roaming around. Capture wasn't 100 percent when I left the headquarters."

"Thank you Cozart. And don't worry, I'll make sure to be careful," he turned around to leave when his shoulder was grabbed by the redhead.

"There's one more matter I would like to tell you. It seems that none of the men can use any of the flames anymore. We will also try to figure out why that has happened. Oh, and please make sure that you get your injures checked on by Knuckles as well," and with that said the Shimon boss left to inform the others around the city.

Giotto shuffled a hand through his spikes of blonde hair and sighed as he made his way towards the building his guardians were residing. The walk through the streets made him slightly sick and he hoped that he would be able to get to the destination faster. Though he had his own ideals, war was war and there was no way to change how it went. The concept of war would always be with murder, chaos, mayhem, betray, and most of all, death. While war was going on there was only bloodlust and bloodshed but the worst was after it ended. The sorrows would actually sink in and the pain that comes along with it. There was nothing simple about death and sorrow. It was a complex thing…

The Vongola grabbed the handle to the door of the hide out building and made to open it until pain suddenly erupted from his left shoulder. He tried to turn around to see who had just stabbed him but his body stopped responding to his will. An all too familiar chuckle was heard and he knew who had done it.

"It's a pity that I lost the war," the voice rasped out behind Giotto right next to his ear.

"Arsenio…"

"Hehe, the one and only," the blonde could smell not only his blood but the blood of the white haired man as well. Giotto was about to respond to what he had said but instead a burning sensation blotted out all of his senses except for pain. He tried to gasp out for air; however, not enough of it could actually reach his lungs. "Take this as a farewell present from me. I'll make sure to pay you back tenfold for what you did. It may not be when you're alive but one of your heirs in the future will feel my wrath…"

Then the burning pain started to slowly subside but at this point Giotto was barely conscious of what was happening. He heard the yells and shouts of his guardians coming for him. Unfortunately the only thing he wanted right now was to fall into the depth of unconsciousness so he wouldn't be able to feel the pain that still came from his shoulder. And just as he wanted, the comforting black greeted him and the pain was gone…

…()()()…

Tsuna felt the warm and inviting comfort of soft blankets around him. He opened his eyes and tried to get to get up. That was a failure on his part. His body protested in every way, shape, and form. Moving was not an option for him. The brunette blearily looked around his surrounding and was shocked to see that he was back in his calm colored orange room. He was more shocked though to see that all of his guardians were sleeping in his room as well.

Lambo was sleeping on his stomach. Yamamoto, Gokudera, and Ryohei made themselves comfortable on the floor next to his bed. Hibari was sitting next to the door. And his two mist guardians were leaning against the wall, sleeping diagonally from the bed. Tsuna couldn't help but smile at how everyone was inside his room. He silently laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. It was still quite dark outside and he didn't want to wake any off them up.

As sleep started to come back to him, the brunette whispered, "Goodnight", before falling asleep as well.

(TBC)

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