Chapter 29
Reborn never left Tsuna's side once he found him with Hibari at the cemetery. He smiled wryly, remembering the scene. The heart monitor beeped in a normal, consistent manner and the IV was in place. Tsuna breathed a bit choppily in his oxygen mask but it wasn't much of a worry. He was getting better.
Leon slept peacefully on Tsuna's chest, wrapping himself with his tail. Reborn perked up when the door opened, revealing Dino.
"Reborn, how is he?"
He closed the door and walked in before tripping over his own feet. Reborn gazed sharply at the laughing Dino.
"Where is Romario?" Reborn said.
"He's trying to keep Iemitsu from murdering Mochida-san."
"He's coming along nicely if he lasted for that long."
Dino sat down on a chair. "My men are spread out in the area in case of any signs of Mei-hui, but there isn't anything so far. It's most likely that she left."
"Did you check up on Hibari?"
Dino laughed gently. "There's nothing to worry about, Reborn. He's all fine and dandy. Although, he's quite...problematic."
"Everyone is a bit of a nutcase," Reborn said bluntly. "I can only imagine what he went through."
Dino frowned as he watched Tsuna breathe in the oxygen mask peacefully. "It's been two days already. The Hyper Dying Will Mode must've strained his body a bit more than expected."
"It's understandable," Reborn said. "Since he merged with his other half, he's still adjusting. His physical body is still unbalanced compared to his mental and emotional state. I must train him in place of Colonello to prepare him."
"Wait, prepare? Prepare for what?"
The door slammed open with a loud bang, making Dino jump from his seat and fall to the ground. Reborn watched as Iemitsu wheeled in with a scowl before morphing into concern once his eyes laid on Tsuna's sleeping form.
"Tsuna," he said quietly, moving forward to his son's side. He took a hold of the brunette's hand and placed it on his forehead. "I'm sorry, Tsuna."
"Iemitsu," Reborn said, "there is no need for you to attack Mochida Ren. He was - "
"I know," Iemitsu said irritably. "I know everything. It's not his fault but...how can I take it out on Tomoko? She's my daughter."
Reborn wasn't a man to meddle in anyone's personal business unless it involved him one way or another. This clearly involved him and he would do anything in his power to make it right again.
"You won't need to," he said simply. "The rings that you brought are still here."
Iemitsu glared at the bed sheets. "They're not. They were stolen."
"I know, but they're still here in Namimori. Tomoko took them and is starting to gather her guardians."
Dino widened his eyes. "That's - "
"It's illegal for her to even lay hands on the rings without any consent from Nono or Iemitsu," Reborn said. "However, I ask that you let this one slide. Iemitsu, you will fight her through Tsuna. But - " He tipped his fedora. " - Tsuna is going to have to fight her alone. It will be more of an indirect course of action on your part."
"You don't mean?" Iemitsu widened his eyes in disbelief and concern.
"Yes. Tsuna and Tomoko will face each other for the possession of the rings and the title of Decimo."
The men were silent in the room, their eyes darkening in understanding. Dino was the first to break the ice.
"Tsuna is still under arrest. Mochida-san won't let him go off that easily."
"I already handled it," Reborn said. "He won't be meddling in our affairs any more."
"How?"
"He's a family man. Whether he wants them dead or alive was up to him. That was the choice I gave him."
"I see," Dino said before smiling sheepishly. "I guess cramming my head with the Japanese law system was pretty much for nothing."
"It won't be. It's best to always be prepared. Did you forget that already, Dino?"
"Not really. Your rules never leave," Dino said with a chuckle.
"Reborn," Iemitsu said, "how will we manage for Tsuna to assemble his guardians?"
"You're taking this in quite well," Reborn said.
Iemitsu grimaced and sighed wearily. "There's nothing much I can do at this point. Tomoko is already out of control and it's all my fault. If only I'd been here in the past, maybe it wouldn't have turned out this way."
"It would. Staying here wouldn't have changed Tsuna and Tomoko's involvement with the mafia. It's too late to be sorry, Iemitsu. Trust Tsuna. Support him. That's all you can do now."
Iemitsu nodded solemnly. "I agree."
"As for Tsuna's guardians, I already scouted potential candidates."
"Who?"
Reborn slightly smirked. "Hibari Kyoya will most definitely be the perfect Cloud Guardian. Gokudera Hayato will be the Storm Guardian. Yamamoto Takeshi will become the Rain Guardian. Sasagawa Ryohei will be the Sun Guardian. Bovino Lambo as the Lightining Guardian and, finally, Rokudo Mukuro will become the Mist Guardian."
"Rokudo Mukuro?" Iemitsu said in disbelief. "That crazy killer?"
"Tsuna's guardians are all crazy in their own way. Adding more to the mix will create an even stronger team. Aside from that, I heard that a few of them already went into the future courtesy to the Ten Year Bazooka."
"What?" both men said.
"Yamamoto Takeshi, Bovino Lambo, and Rokudo Mukuro are the only ones so far," Reborn said. "We'll have to ask them what happened."
Suddenly, the heart monitor started to beep at a fast rate, snapping the men's attention to Tsuna. The brunette was panting heavily, his eyes twitching. Iemitsu grabbed his hand with worried eyes.
"Tsuna? Tsuna!"
Reborn instantly knew what was going on and it disturbed him greatly. This accursed ability was still working, not leaving the poor boy in peace. Leon jumped onto Reborn's hand and turned into a pencil. Reborn grabbed Tsuna's satchel and took out his sketchbook, opening it to a new page.
He jumped on the bed and placed Leon in Tsuna's shaky hand, propping the page up for the brunette to draw on. Immediately, Tsuna's hand went to work as of it had a mind of its own.
"What the hell is going on?" Iemitsu said.
Dino placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "Calm down, Iemitsu-san. The doctors will get even more suspicious of our presence here. My men are on orders not to let anyone in unless it was you. They won't be too happy if the doctors try to come in."
Tsuna stopped, his hand falling softly to the side. The heart monitor gradually slowed down to a normal pace. Iemitsu brushed a strand of hair from his face and leaned back on his wheelchair heavily.
"What was that? What happened?"
"Tsuna has the ability to predict the future death of others and express that through drawing," Reborn said, looking at the paper with a furrowed brow.
This was strange. Wasn't Giotto already dead? Why draw him of all people? It clearly wasn't Tsuna despite their striking similarities. However, what caught his attention was how Giotto was placed. He was bleeding profusely, his limbs torn apart. His eyes were wide and glazed over, shock written all over his face.
At the corner of the page, there was something written that completely threw him off: IT'S ALL A LIE.
Reborn looked back at Tsuna who was silently crying in his sleep. He raised his hand hesitantly, pausing for a moment. Leon licked his finger in reassurance.
The hitman finally wiped the tears away gently. Don't worry, Tsuna. I'm with you whether you like it or not.
Tsuna remembered seeing Mio's grave before blacking out. Now he was in darkness again, floating astray from reality. He was tired. Very tired.
"Tsuna," Primo's voice said faintly. "Tsuna."
The man appeared before him and Tsuna only gaped a bit to see how similar they both looked. He blinked slowly as his knees gave out. He fell to the ground and stared up at the man. Such power and yet such warmth. There was something about him that made Tsuna be very afraid and in awe at the same time. It was unsettling.
"It's fine, Tsuna," Primo said with a gentle smile, reaching out his hand to the brunette. "I won't bite."
The brunette took it and stood up slowly with a flush of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Primo-san."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. Come. I must show you some things."
"What are you going to show me?"
"The truth of my generation."
Tsuna stayed silent as the blonde man led him to a growing light. He closed his eyes as it got too bright for him to see. When he opened them, he recoiled a bit at the sight of many corpses on the ground. Both men and women had multiple wounds, one worse than the other.
"I failed to save them," Primo said sadly. "They entrusted their lives to me and I failed them."
"What happened, Primo-san?" Tsuna said with wide eyes.
Suddenly, the blood from the fallen men and women crept towards them, slithering around their ankles and up their legs. Tsuna unconsciously took a hold of Primo's cloak.
Primo's eyes flashed orange and the scene dispelled, the cold feeling gone from Tsuna's skin. "I apologize, Tsuna. But from this point onward, it'll be worse. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I'm fine," Tsuna said, standing up straight. "Keep going."
Primo smiled wryly as the scene shifted and changed into a different one. "In my time, the creation of Vongola was meant for only justice. We all thought that we could do it. It was quite a dream for a couple of teenagers, but it somehow came true."
"But, why name it after clams?" Tsuna said before shaking his head. "I'm sorry. Please continue."
Primo smiled. "It's fine. It's quite a funny story actually. Our very first headquarters was near a small dock and the men that worked there fished for clams. Apparently, we were too drunk to notice our mistake of naming ourselves Vongola, but I ended up signing it in my stupor. It eventually stuck with us. My closest friend, G, quickly stated that we're like clams either way. Strong on the outside, a shield for others. That cheered us up quickly, however, I can't say the same for Alaude or Daemon."
The docks came into view, fog clouding most of the small buildings from sight. The water was dark and murky, beating against some boats gently with its waves. Primo opened the door to a small warehouse, aloof from the rest of the quiet area. Tsuna stepped inside and jumped when he found himself in front of a tip of a scythe, streamed with blood.
He blinked when nothing moved. Droplets of blood was frozen in mid-air, never touching the ground.
Primo laid a hand on his shoulder in comfort. "Don't worry. This is only a memory."
Tsuna relaxed slightly and walked close to Primo's side, taking in his surroundings. "This was your headquarters?"
Primo smiled sadly, a small fondness in his eyes. "Yes. This was where we talked with each other face-to-face. We all led different lives so it was hard for us to meet on a daily basis."
Tsuna looked back to stare at the frozen scythe-wielding man. He cautiously walked towards him, ignoring the squelching sound under his feet. This man looked familiar. It was odd and a bit frightening actually.
"His name is Daemon Spade," Primo said. "He was my Mist Guardian."
Tsuna widened his eyes when he saw the man's face, his pale cheeks streaked with tears and blood and his blue eyes filled with rage. Behind them was great agony that made Tsuna just pained to look at him.
"He looks like Mukuro," he whispered, reaching out to touch the man's face with both hands.
Daemon's skin was cold under his touch, too cold that it made him shiver. He didn't know why but he wanted to comfort the man, get rid of his pain. He mentally willed for some kind of warmth to pass through Daemon, but it never happened. He was permanently frozen and was only a memory.
"Yes," Primo said solemnly. "This is where I see the problem. Your guardians are the predecessors of mine. I can only say that your sister is the same."
Tsuna snapped his head to Primo's direction. "What do you mean?"
Primo gazed sadly into his eyes. "This was never in the records since Secondo destroyed them all. That was a mistake. The next generations should've been informed of the first generation's misfortune and strife so they wouldn't be able to repeat the same mistake we did."
"Primo-san, you're scaring me," Tsuna said, his eyes wide, expecting the worst. "What are you trying to say?"
"I also had a sister," Primo said quietly. "Her name is Fina. We were not twins, but we were still blood-related. She was older than me by two years and was the actual one to form Vongola."
Tsuna took a step back, his hands dropping to his sides. The scene shifted. They were still in the warehouse, but light enveloped the cold, dreary room. There was a large round table with a group of people sitting around it. Tsuna saw Primo with a red-headed man by his side. The man looked furious while Primo looked pained and upset.
The only woman in the room was standing and seemed to be shouting at them with the way her eyes blazed and her mouth was open. She wore a white blouse and black pants with her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"She's Fina," Primo said, gesturing at the woman. "We grew up separately from one another. I lived with our parents while she was casted aside in an orphanage. They never wanted a daughter to begin with. We never met or knew each other until I was twelve. She was living with another man. Apparently the orphanage shut down and she had no other place to go."
He looked away, sorrow and remorse painting his features. Tsuna realized how easy it was to read his face. He was just as expressive...as the sky.
"G and I helped her escape from the man," Primo continued with a nostalgic smile, his eyes distant. "I have never seen my parents so furious before until I brought her with me. She recognized them along with my mother and father. I was frustrated, confused, and a little angry. Why wouldn't they help her? They ended up kicking her out again and locked me in my room, forbidding me to ever leave. I never understood their paranoia. Even now, it's a bit of a blur.
"I ran away from home after that with G and Fina. We went to Venice and struggled. We had no money or food and almost died from starvation until we met Asari."
Primo guided Tsuna's gaze to a Japanese man in traditional clothing, a tight smile on his lips; his eyes were sharp and deadly.
"Yamamoto-san," Tsuna said softly, the smiling baseball player coming into mind.
Primo nodded. "Asari was a gentle person and skilled in music. He was popular on the streets and gained a generous amount of money. Like us, he was alone. He was kind enough to let us live with him until we could make our own living.
"Of course, we met the rest of the group along the way. Alaude, Daemon, Knuckle, Lampo. We were very happy together. But..."
He placed a hand on the wall as if to steady himself, his eyes downcast. "Fina had a friend named Clara Travert. She was a slave to, coincidentally, the same man. Fina tried to help her escape but she was killed in a crossfire on the streets. We did not know this until after she proposed to create Vongola and killed the gang that caused the fight. However, that was a terrible mistake."
Primo waved his hand in the air, a flame flickering on his forehead. Tsuna watched in shock as the people in the room started to move.
"You killed them all?" G said, slamming his hands on the table. "Why the hell would you do that?"
"They killed her!" Fina said, her voice hard. "They killed Clara and I gave them what they deserved."
"Is this why you brought us together, sister?" Primo said in a tight voice. "Is this why you created Vongola?"
Fina's hands drew back slowly into fists as she looked down at the table. "Yes." She snapped her head up, her eyes frantic and pleading. "I knew that I couldn't do it by myself so I had to bring you all together. Please understand, Giotto. I had to do this for Clara! I - "
"You killed a mafia branch family!" G said with a terrifying glare. "Do you know what that puts us in? We're going to have to go through a whole bunch of shit because of you!"
"G, please calm down," Asari said, his smile becoming even more strained. "Let Fina-san explain herself."
A green-haired man rubbed his face with his hands tiredly as if to drown out the shouts going across the table. He looked similar to the future Lambo.
"I advise that you minimize the noise," Daemon said with a thin smile, his blue eyes glinting. "I don't wish for us to be disturbed from our rare...gathering."
"I didn't know they were a mafia branch," Fina said, a desperate tinge in her voice. "I didn't know anything! I was too angry to notice. I'm sorry!"
"Say that after we - "
"G," Giotto said in a firm voice.
The red-haired man seethed quietly but his glare never wavered. It only intensified.
"Sister, I understand that your friend was killed by their hands but was there any proof?" Giotto said carefully.
"Are you saying that I'm lying?" Fina said in anger, hurt flashing in her eyes. "I knew they were the ones who did it."
"I checked their faces," a blonde-haired man said quietly. "I've had eyewitness accounts about the ones you were looking for. You killed the wrong people."
A priest nodded solemnly. "It's true what Alaude is saying, Fina. Please, don't hurt yourself anymore."
Fina gaped at him in disbelief, her body going slack. "No. No, no, no, no. You're wrong."
Giotto took a hold of her hand but she smacked him away, her eyes wide in terror. "You're all wrong! This - This wasn't supposed to happen."
"It's okay, sister," Giotto said gently, trying to pacify her. "We'll fix it."
"How the hell are you going to do that?" G snapped. "We can't face the big guys. We're already fucked up as it is."
Fina walked away, grabbing her cloak. Giotto stood up with wide eyes. "Where are you going, sister?"
She opened the door and a cold, moist wind blew in the warehouse. It was raining hard, the water beating heavily against the ground. She placed her hood over her head.
"You never understood, Giotto," she said coldly yet wearily. "None of you ever did."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving," Fina said, turning around swiftly to glare at them. "And I'm never coming back!"
She ran out into the rain, the door slamming behind her. The priest ran after her with a resolved look in his eyes.
"Knuckle!" Giotto said, reaching out for the man before he disappeared into the storm.
They all froze. Tsuna turned to see Primo on the ground, his face in his hands. He saw water drip from the cracks in-between the man's fingers. He walked to him slowly and kneeled down in front of him, gently grasping Primo's hands and priying them away from the man's face.
"It was all my fault," Primo whispered. "If I had only let her explain, if I had only stopped her from running away, things would've been different. You wouldn't have to suffer, Tsuna."
The brunette silenced him by wrapping his arms around the man, ignoring the way he tensed. "It's okay, Primo-san. Don't be so hard on yourself."
The man looked up in surprise. "You don't hate me?"
"I don't know," Tsuna said quietly. "Honestly, I don't know what to feel right now. But I do know that whatever happened was nothing you could've controlled."
Primo smiled bitterly. "Yes. I couldn't."
He waved his hand and the scene changed again. This time it was a different much larger room. Primo was already standing, waiting for Tsuna to get up. He saw Fina surrounding Giotto with another group of people. Giotto was heavily wounded and lied on the ground, limp and unable to move as his blood made a pool around him.
He nodded at Primo, bracing himself for the worst. Primo waved his hand and the scene commenced.
Giotto coughed, clutching the side of his bleeding stomach. "Fina...why would you do this?"
His sister smiled emptily down at him, her hands on top of the butt of an axe. "What do you think, Giotto? I came back to reclaim what was rightfully mine."
Giotto glared weakly. "Vongola was ours."
Something flashed in Fina's eyes as her gaze hardened. "It was mine. It was always mine to begin with."
She raised the axe in her hands over her head. "Die."
Tsuna dashed forward, attempting to stop her, but he passed right through her body. A shiver went up his spine ad he looked back with wide eyes. The blade came down on Giotto's shoulder, blood spraying everywhere.
"No!" Tsuna said.
Giotto bit his lips hard to hold back a scream and Tsuna could only stare helplessly as Fina continued to hack him into pieces.
"Where are your guardians now, huh, Giotto?" she said, her voice a bit higher. "Oh, yes, I remember. You had them get killed!"
She struck him in the other shoulder and kicked him to the ground. A woman turned away, looking a little sick.
"Crescenzia, don't look away," Fina said with a giggle. "The show's just getting started!"
She placed her foot forcefully on Giotto's chest and roughly moved his head to look towards her with the axe's blade. "Don't you think this is fun, Giotto? We always have fun, right?"
There was no insanity in her eyes, just mindless glee that protected how broken she was.
Giotto opened his mouth but only blood came out, spilling onto the ground and dribbling down his chin. He attempted to speak, only choking further on his own crimson liquid.
"What's that, little brother?" Fina said, cupping her ear. "You want more?"
"Fina, stop," another woman said with a naginata strapped on her back. "This already has gone too far."
"Is that all you can say, Kinuyo?" Fina said with a glare. "They killed him! This disgusting piece of shit - " She kicked Giotto in the face " - killed Togai!"
She grinned eerily. "Now I will repay the favor."
Giotto slowly turned towards her with shock on his face. He opened his mouth, attempting to speak, but it was too late. The axe came down.
Tsuna flinched when Giotto's head rolled towards him. The woman named Crescenzia left the room quickly and he could hear her vomiting in the hallway. Kinuyo ran after her but not before she gave Fina a look of disappointment and a bit of spite.
Fina looked down at Giotto's mutilated body with an empty stare. The three other men in the room looked at her. One of them was Chinese and Tsuna instantly knew who was connected to him. He was even blind with bandages wrapped around his eyes, but there were various stitches on his skin that creepily stood out.
"Do you mind if I leave first?" he said with a breezy smile. "I have a show to perform."
"Where is Alaude's body, Lu-ming?" Fina said.
"In the ditch," the man said carelessly. "Anyway, I'm going to leave."
He swung himself out the window and disappeared into the night. Tsuna shakily stood up, leaning against the wall for support. So this is what happened...
A terrible thought struck him. Maybe this was also happening in the future as they speak. Maybe even worse.
A dirty blonde-haired man walked out of the door silently, lightly smacking the back of his neck with a metal pipe. The last remaining man looked tentatively at Giotto's body before glancing fearfully up at Fina.
"Don't even think about it, Pierre," she said coldly.
The younger man flinched, scratching his head harshly. He looked down and picked up Giotto's arm. A sudden shot rang in the air and he hissed in pain, clutching his arm.
"Put it down."
Pierre cradled Giotto's arm protectively to his chest as he attempted to look strong, moving on to pick up Giotto's leg. He was shot again, but never stopped as he gathered the strewn limbs in his trembling arms.
"Goddamn it! Why won't you listen to me?"
Fina ran forward and struck him in the shoulder before pulling the trigger several times at his chest. Tsuna looked down as Pierre fell in front of him, next to Giotto's head.
The man smiled weakly, accepting his fate. He reached out to touch Giotto's cheek with trembling fingers. His lips moved but no words came out. However, Tsuna knew what he said: I'm sorry.
Fina pulled the trigger again but there was no bullet left. She growled in frustration before loading it. She pointed it at Pierre's head.
"You useless man."
Pierre turned to her, his gray eyes sad but determined. His lips moved.
"Fi...na..."
The woman flinched. "You - You're not supposed to talk. How is that possible?"
Pierre kept trying, his voice raspy from lack of use. "To...gai..."
Fina's finger trembled against the trigger.
"Not...Gio...tto. Huang...Long..."
Blood splattered onto Tsuna's cheeks as Pierre's head fell back onto the ground. Fina suddenly screamed, clutching her head with her hands. She slammed herself into the walls and smashed anything in her path. Her breaths were getting ragged and came out in short pants before she placed her hands on either side of Tsuna's head.
Tsuna tensed when Fina slowly picked up her head, looking straight through him. The grief, pain, and regret within her brown eyes were overwhelming. Tears streaked down her cheeks and she started to weep, slowly falling down onto her knees.
"Why?" she said. "Why?"
Tsuna stared at her shaking form before he joined her on the ground.
"Tsuna?" Primo said, looking at him with shock.
The brunette felt a heavy weight in his chest as he looked upon Fina. Why were they all such broken shells? What did they do to deserve this? He reached out for her with his hands, but they only passed through her. He looked at his hands in disappointment. If there was some way he could comfort her, reach out to her, he would do it.
She disappeared along with the rest of the scene. Tsuna felt an urge within himself and knew that he was possibly drawing whatever he saw.
"What happened to her?" he said quietly.
"She was killed along with the rest of her guardians," Primo said. "They were executed by Vongola Secondo who happened to be our distant cousin. He took over the Vongola from there and changed its ways."
Tsuna looked down at his hands. "Why? What did they do to deserve this?"
Primo smiled humorlessly. "I don't know the answer to that. All I know is that we have to somehow keep moving forward."
Tsuna clenched his hand into fists. "Tell me...tell me what happened with your guardians." He looked up at Primo. "I won't take any chances. It might happen to mine..."
Primo nodded. "I will." He waved his hand and they went back to the cold warehouse with Daemon and his scythe. This time Daemon was sprawled on the ground with a sad smile on his bloodied face. Tsuna recoiled when he saw a live heart in his hand.
"Daemon lost control after his lover, Elena, was killed by Fina," Primo said. "He lost himself completely and went back to the warehouse, hoping that she would come back to him. Fina waited and ambushed him. He was killed by Crescenzia, Fina's Mist Guardian."
He looked on sadly. "There were moments where I thought he would betray us, but he stayed with us to the bitter end. Pierre gave him that heart, which belonged to Elena, as an apology before Fina got rid of the body completely."
The scene changed again swiftly as if Primo didn't want to relive it again. A green-haired man was strapped to a metal table, his fingers broken and his mouth sewed shut.
"Lampo was taken as hostage," Primo said bitterly. "He was tortured severely before we could save him in time. The one who did this was Alvord, Fina's Lightning Guardian."
Tsuna steeled himself as the view changed again. It was Asari, lying in the bank of a river with blood leaking from his chest.
"Asari was tricked by Kinuyo to believe she was on our side," Primo said. "She drugged him and gave him one blow to make his death quick. She was one of the most merciful one out of Fina's guardians."
Next was Knuckle, hanging from a top of a chapel. Tsuna widened his eyes at the rotting flesh, a few birds picking at his bloody skin.
"Knuckle was also tricked. Pierre, Fina's Sun Guardian, tried to make his death quick but Fina was watching him closely so he had no choice."
Tsuna noticed how robotic Primo was, explaining their deaths with no emotion. However, he never missed the grief and remorse in his eyes.
Alaude and G appeared, both limp and lying on the ground, their bodies broken.
"Lu-ming, Fina's Cloud Guardian, was responsible for their deaths. His fighting style is the same as Jiang-guo's..."
Darkness surrounded the both of them again. Tsuna watched Primo carefully.
"Is Togai Fina's Storm Guardian?" he asked carefully.
"Yes," Primo said. "He was also her lover."
Tsuna widened his eyes. "Oh...I see."
"She believed that I killed him, but it was actually the Huang Long who set us up. After Secondo found out the truth, he severed ties with the Chinese mafia immediately."
Primo sighed almost inaudibly. "I apologize, Tsuna. I might've went too quickly, but...it's too painful to see them in such a state again. Sometimes I wish that I can just forget, but I know that I would regret not remembering the happy memories that we've shared together."
Tsuna grasped his hand with a determined look. "I promise, Primo-san. I'll fix everything. I swear."
Primo smiled down at the brunette. "Thank you, Tsuna. Thank you for everything. I looked pathetic back there, didn't I?" He laughed sheepishly, but it was weak.
Tsuna shook his head. "Someone told me that it's okay to cry, that the tears can wash away your sorrow. It might've not worked quite well with you, but I believe that you can let it out." He smiled gently. "If you need a shoulder, Primo-san, I'm right here for you."
Primo stared at him until a smile broke out onto his face. "Thank you, Tsuna. Yes, I believe I made the right choice."
Tsuna looked at him confusedly. "What do you mean, Primo-san?"
"Please, call me Giotto." The man stood up and placed a hand on Tsuna's head. "What I meant was that you are the true sky."
The brunette blinked before smiling wider. "I won't fail you."
"I'll be watching, Tsuna. Achieve greatness and make me proud. Protect the Vongola Famiglia."
He faded and left Tsuna alone in the darkness. The brunette smiled into the shadows, tears streaming down his cheeks. Someone believed in him. Someone had faith in him. That was the only thing he asked for, for someone to trust him.
I won't fail you, Giotto. I will become the true sky and I will fix everything. Watch me.
A/N Longest chapter so far! Thank you for the reviews and favorites! Much appreciated!
I apologize if this chapter might seem a little boring and the many alterations I did with the past. ^^ll But do not fear because this is the end of the mini-arc. I'm sorry if it seemed dragged out. TT^TT
The next chapter will be the beginning of the Ring Conflict Arc, so stay tuned~
If anything is choppy or inconsistent here, I do apologize. This week was hectic with all sorts of stuff, which was why I couldn't get the chance to update. TT^TT
The results of the merging with Tsuna's HDWM: high pain tolerance, faster reflexes, combat skill, greater speed, and heightened intuition.
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