Title: Let Me Leave Three Words Behind

Rating: M

Warnings: OCs included, Character death, 6918, 6927, Mpreg, OOC-ness, 8059

Note: Cold mornings and sunny afternoons, the toy with my mood. This chapter was a lil hard to write due to the "unforseen" comp difficulties. But please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

25: Missing the Obvious

"It's rare to see you here, Kyoya, what are you up to?" Mukuro asked as he made himself comfortable next to the Cloud Guardian

"Nothing" Hibari answered quietly, he shifted a little and sat up from the grass.

Opening his mismatched eyes, Mukuro looked at the other "Oya? Going already?"

Placing his palms next to him, Hibari tilted his head back slightly to look at the other, it was respect, you know? To face someone you wanted to talk to, it really wasn't as if Hibari wanted to look at the other, no really "And if I am?" Yet the fact that Hibari wanted to talk to the other. It was contradictory.

Smirking, Mukuro sat up as well, his body length just a tad taller than Hibari's, making the tonfa wielder grimace under Mukuro's superior height.

"Kufufufu" chuckled Mukuro as he looked the other in the eye, raising a gloved hand to gently hold the other's chin, leaning in, Mukuro smiled childishly as he blew lightly over Hibari's lips.

Twitching, Hibari yanked his head away, looking away before standing up. He didn't really want to put up with Mukuro's immaturity right at that moment.

"Don't you think it's fascinating, Kyoya?" Mukuro asked as he leaned back, staring up.

Looking at Mukuro before looking in the direction the other was, Hibari asked, not quite comprehending as to which aspect the Mist Guardian was referring to "What is?"

"That is" whispered Mukuro as he stared up at the clear blue sky.

Eyes narrowing, Hibari frowned; he didn't need to know that. Fists gripping, Hibari looked at the man who was entranced with the flawless sky. Kneeling down, Hibari reached to hold the other man in his arms. It was all he could do, to temporarily lift the gloomy face into a small petite smile. Even if it was just for show.

Because he understood that feeling, the concept behind it, his reasons for the forlorn expression. For he himself was going right through that phase, but he didn't need to know that.

"Hey Papa" Kai began as he munched silently on his dinner.

Mukuro looked up "Yeah?"

"Don't take it offensively or anything, I was just wondering, ever since I met Ren, and it's been troubling me quite a bit, I mean, hasn't it troubled you or Father? Because if you think about it, really, don't you think that Ren should be–"

"Just get to the point, boy" grumbled Mukuro as he got just a little tired of Kai rambling on, and he really did not want to be discussing this certain topic during dinner.

Tsuna watched with worried eyes.

"Why isn't Ren with us?" Kai asked, putting on a brace face as he faced his parents.

Stopping, Mukuro placed his fork and knife down "Excuse me?"

Alarmed, Kai shifted, he was nervous "Well, I thought, wouldn't it be nice if Ren and his Father lived with us, I mean that could happen right? I mean, aren't you both friends with Ren's Father?"

Tsuna turned to look at Mukuro who was biting his bottom lip. And it hit him really hard, the fact that he hasn't seen or heard of Hibari for so many long years. It was as if he had disappeared until recently.

Eyes narrowed and with a frowned expression, Mukuro managed to reply to his son's question "Kyoya doesn't like to crowd"

And those words stabbed Mukuro like a knife. He never really gave it any real thought. The fact that Hibari never liked to be around anyone, yet it always seemed like he was, those people that frequently visited him. Abruptly standing up, Mukuro rubbed his head in frustration. It didn't make sense.

"Mukuro?" Tsuna asked, worried as he too stood up

Looking in the direction in which the voice came from, Mukuro's eyes widened "Tsuna" he whispered.

"Papa? Are you okay?" Kai's voice filtered through the room, his concerned tone washed over his thoughts on what had caused his Papa to overreact.

Nodding, Mukuro apologised with a sheepish smile as he sat back down for dinner, yet the heavy and tense atmosphere that hung over the dinner table was lingering with firmness.

"What are you doing here?" Mukuro asked as he stepped out of his car, frowning as hail fell on his coat, the rain soaking it. He watched as Yamamoto stepped out of his car, opening an umbrella gracefully.

Holding his umbrella tightly, Yamamoto grinned "Uh…I'm checking if Hayato is here?"

Raising an eyebrow Mukuro eyed the Rain Guardian with suspicion "And just why would you need to 'check' if he's here or not?"

Yamamoto looked at Mukuro with a serious face "He tends to be over here a lot these days, and he doesn't tell me anything before he goes out, he turns his phone off, so I thought I might as well give it a try"

Depressed by the rain that was pouring outside, Mukuro sighed before he opened the front door "Do what you want"

Walking behind Mukuro, Yamamoto grimaced, it was hard for him to put up this façade, especially since he wasn't so good at acting, but then, it was Hayato's request, it wasn't like he could go against it or anything.

The two stopped, staring at the four that were spread around the rather 'tiny' kitchen bench, playing cards.

Chrome was first to notice as she smiled warmly, welcoming Mukuro home.

Raising and eyebrow, Mukuro hung his coat on the coat hanger before walked towards the bench "What are you all playing?"

"Cards, what else, bastard?" grumbled Gokudera as he hastily threw a card out, not even looking up to acknowledge the owner of the house.

"Can I join in?" Yamamoto asked, smiling broadly

Looking up, Gokudera stared at Yamamoto "What are you doing here?"

"To pick you up of course" answered the base-baller, taking a seat next to Gokudera.

"Hurry, up, it's your turn!" complained Haru as she slapped Gokudera on the arm.

Frowning Gokudera focused on the pile of cards "Alright, alright, I got it"

"I placed the Ace of Spades before" commented Kyoko, just so she could make Gokudera's life a little easier.

"Mukuro-sama" Chrome stated, just to get the other's attention.

Looking at Chrome, Mukuro answered "Yes?"

"Where's Hibari-san?" she asked, her face holding a hint of concern "I didn't see him come in"

"Kyoya? Isn't he at home?" Mukuro asked, not knowing why Chrome would ask him such a question, since wasn't Hibari the one that let the four that were playing cards in?

The sounds of cards stopped as Chrome, Gokudera, Haru and Kyoko looked up, their focus all directed towards Mukuro.

Smiling broadly Mukuro looked at them all "What?" and Yamamoto was just as confused as Mukuro was.

Standing up, Kyoko went to pull the closed curtains apart, staring with shock at the sky that was already dark, and almost crying at the cruel weather outside.

"What? What?" Mukuro asked, a little nervous at their reactions "Don't tell me there's going to be a hurricane or something!"

Fussing, Haru's frown placed the two that did not know anything into a whirlpool of worry. "He went to go see Dr Shamal and he said he'd be back a little late because he's going to go pay you a visit at Tsuna-san's place, to ask if you're coming home for dinner and and and" Haru's voice became higher as she attempted to say everything in one sentence "and he asked us to stay here to look after Ren who's still taking a nap" she finished as she collapsed back into her chair, catching her breath.

"Eh?" was Mukuro's response as he looked out of the window before hurriedly running to the study, opening the door at the back of the room, Mukuro peered out into the dark garage, the family car was still there. Not that he could ever remember Hibari driving a car voluntarily. Panicking, Mukuro made his way hastily to the front door, looking at the umbrella stand, his umbrella as well as Hibari's umbrella was missing. Staggering back a little, Mukuro dismissed the thought that the reason for his missing umbrella could be because Hibari had taken it along with him because Hibari thought that Mukuro wouldn't come home till late.

Running past the kitchen, Mukuro headed into Ren's room, his son was sleeping deeply in his bed. Looking at the clock in his son's room, Mukuro frowned, it was nearly dinner time. Sighing, Mukuro attempted to walk calmly towards the kitchen, he grabbed the phone and dialled Hibari's number in. But the phone did not connect, there was no dial tone.

"Mukuro-sama, the phones don't work at the moment. That's why Hibari-san went out on foot to ask you"

Throwing the home phone down, Mukuro was infuriated, he could not understand what could possible make the phones not work, yet, he did not want to know either.

Taking his coat swiftly, Mukuro slid his arms in perfectly before he grabbed his keys and ran out of the house. The others just looked as Mukuro ran out, their expressions not changing.

"He, he doesn't even know what he's doing, does he?" Gokudera stated "I suppose he let his emotions get to him, that bastard"

"Really? I think bit of Tsuna-san's personality is rubbing off on him" Haru chirped quietly

Kyoko and Chrome stared worriedly at the clock as Gokudera spoke again "I bet you, he's just worried about dinner tonight." And Yamamoto nodded.

He didn't like this, no, not at all. Turning around the bed, Ren sighed, he couldn't sleep. It was bothering him. And now, he wished he never learnt Italian. Yet at the same time, he was glad that he had learnt to, because, if he hadn't he would of spent the rest of his life just thinking what was written behind that photo. Ren smiled a little, at the fact that he could even see this photo again.

"But" Ren whispered as he sat up from his bed "I suppose that it is lucky that I read this, right, Hibird?"

Pulling the curtains shut, Ren headed towards his empty desk, placing the small crimson pouch in the middle, he put on a brave face. "I don't think Papa needs this anymore. And I suppose Father hasn't forgotten, so I suppose I don't have to send this to Father either, ah, maybe I should burn it anyway, just in case Father forgot." Ren whispered as he looked at the pouch.

"But I suppose Kyoya wouldn't want to remember such memories, right, Ren?"

Ren blinked "Why wouldn't he, he loved Papa so mu–" Ren closed his mouth before he turned his head around, his eyes narrowing when he saw Mukuro "You–"

"I what?" Mukuro interrupted, smirking, Mukuro took a step closer to the teenager "Surprised?"

Slumping down into his chair, Ren sighed "I was actually" closing his eyes for a while, Ren hoped to not see Mukuro when he opened his eyes. But he was still there. "What are you doing here?" Ren turned away from the illusionist "Can't sleep?" the teenager gritted out through his teeth.