Title: Let Me Leave Three Words Behind

Rating: M

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

Note: I think sometimes, I find myself dwelling in the better parts of my memories, which is quite ridiculous, after all, I've still got my whole life in front of me, yet the days before seemed so much more welcoming. So much warmer. Anyway, I realised this is a little later than usual, apologies, but please enjoy this chapter!


Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

29: Forget Me Not

Leaning over, Mukuro smiled a little before he gently placed a sloppy kiss on Hibari's cheek.

Blinking at the other, Hibari placed his fingers over the cheek in which Mukuro had sloppily kissed him.

"You're blushing, Kyoya" Mukuro whispered as he poked the other on the cheeks.

Turning away, Hibari pulled the blanket up closer, his naked skin felt cold against the air.

Complaining, Mukuro slipped under the warm blankets, snuggling in closer to the smaller man, wrapping his cold hands around the other, chuckling softly as he felt the other tense.

"What do you want?" Hibari demanded as he tried to free himself from Mukuro's grasp.

Holding the other even more tightly, Mukuro pouted into the other's hair "Don't ignore me, Kyoya-kun" he drawled out, teasing the other.

"Ugh!" frowned Hibari as he forcefully broke free from Mukuro's arms, flipping around, Hibari faced the other "Don't use that tone, it's disgusting" Hibari spoke honestly.

Smirking even wider than before, Mukuro pulled the other against him, wincing a little when Hibari pushed him away forcefully, once more. "Ah, you're so mean, Kyoya-kun!" cried Mukuro childishly.

Twitching, Hibari glared at the other, obviously disgusted with Mukuro's immature and annoying tone.

"What's wrong, Kyoya?" Mukuro asked, smirking knowingly.

Punching the other in the face, Hibari frowned "You do realise that I'll probably never forget that revolting tone of yours now, don't you?"

Mukuro nodded gleefully as he carefully nursed his cheek "So? Isn't it good that you'll always remember my beautiful voice?"

Raising an eyebrow, Hibari did not say anything as he turned away; he didn't want to deal with the idiotic side of Mukuro. Really, it took too much of an effort.


Leaning against the wooden door that lead to his former bedroom, Mukuro sighed. He wondered, if perhaps, Hibari Kyoya had forgotten about him. And if it was possible, for a man like Hibari Kyoya himself, it didn't seem very likely. In fact, he didn't think it was possible.

Yet at the same time, he thought that it was not possible for the other to be thinking of him. For that seemed even more absurd than his though from before. Mukuro felt his heart clench.

Sighing, Mukuro slid down the door, propping himself against the door as he sat down with a thump. If the former Cloud Guardian was not here, than he must be over seas, yet, Mukuro doubted that. It didn't seem very Kyoya-like to leave Namimori.

And there was no way he could have moved houses, because Ren was still here.

So then where was he?

Feeling his phone vibrate, Mukuro opened his flip phone, looking at the called ID. 'Chrome' Sighing, Mukuro placed the phone back into his pocket. He didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment, talking to himself "If it's not Kyoya, I'm not going to pick up today"


"Hey, Tsuna" Mukuro stated as he looked at the other with curiosity.

Closing the book he was reading, Tsuna looked up, he could tell that Mukuro was in the mood to talk, and so he shifted himself a little, just to make it more comfortable for himself "Yes?"

"What was it like for you when I was still with Kyoya?" asked the Mist Guardian. He was just curious, it wasn't like he was thinking something else and decided to worm his way in with this question. But Tsuna caught the affectionate tone Mukuro had, whenever he'd naturally say the former Cloud Guardian's name as if it were a habit.

Pondering a little, Tsuna frowned a little, he could feel Mukuro's intense stare. "I was jealous of Hibari-san" Tsuna began, wincing a little as the words came out of his mouth. He really didn't like the sound of that. "But I knew you were having fun" stressing on the word 'fun'

"Fun" Mukuro repeated silently

Nodding, Tsuna started again "I remembered I stayed up late at night, just thinking about all the things I could have done with you, if it were me." Hesitating, Tsuna looked at Mukuro with a sheepish smile before he realised he was doing all the talking "Ah, but then you were only with Hibari-san for about three-four years, but you came to see me often, so it wasn't that bad"

Mukuro nodded slowly "And if I hadn't come to see you often?" he asked, wanting to know a little more.

Rubbing his chin, Tsuna looked at Mukuro with a deep frown "If you hadn't…" he murmured "I don't know, I'd probably think that you've forgotten about me"

"Forgotten…" whispered Mukuro "perhaps"


"Is Mukuro coming?" Tsuna asked Chrome as the two them slowly headed towards the graveyard, in which Haru was most likely already there.

Chrome shook her head "I don't know, he's not picking up"

Tsuna sighed as he rubbed his head "He's probably not coming then" assumed Tsuna before he placed his hands in his pockets, he could feel his phone. Grasping his phone, Tsuna calmly debated in his head, whether he should ring Mukuro or not, it was a tough dilemma.

"Why don't you ring him, boss?" Chrome suddenly asked, her bright round eyes staring straight at Tsuna.

Staring back, Tsuna looked at Chrome before he nodded "I should, shouldn't I?"

Taking his phone out, Tsuna hesitantly rang the other, there was a nagging feeling at the back of his head, his intuition was telling him not to ring the other.


Feeling his phone vibrate once more, Mukuro carefully looked at the name of the caller.

Sighing, Mukuro stretched his legs so that they were flat against the wooden floor "Even if it's Tsuna" Mukuro whispered as his thumbs hovered over the cancel button.

However, he could not press the cancel button and instead hesitantly pressed the answer button, bringing his phone close to his ear, well aware that it was not Hibari Kyoya on the other side of the line.

"Mukuro?" Tsuna's voice came from over the phone.

Mukuro did not answer. He didn't really feel like it, yet after a while, he did. He gave in. "Kyoya" Mukuro whispered, talking into the phone. He was not delusional.

"Kyoya?" Tsuna's voice repeated from the other end of the line, his tone confused.

He knew that it was not Hibari Kyoya on the other side of the line. He knew that it was Sawada Tsunayoshi on the other side of the line. He knew that he shouldn't be saying what he wanted to say. Yet he couldn't stop as he slowly spoke into the phone.

"I miss you" there was a silent pause, Tsuna didn't say anything. Mukuro bent his knees as he slid down lower "Don't forget me, Kyoya"

The beep from the other end of the mobile cut off the conversation, and Mukuro smiled sadly, he wouldn't know how to act when he next saw Tsuna. How to explain all this.

Placing his head in the palms of his hands, the illusionist closed his eyes, talking to himself for the second time that day "It must be because I went inside. It must be that, otherwise, I wouldn't have said that, no I wouldn't have, I don't need to see him, I don't need it, Kyoya his lingering fragrance, I–" suddenly stopping, Mukuro brought his fingers to glide across his damp cheeks. He was crying.


"What do I believe in?" Mukuro looked at the other weirdly "It's not like you to ask something like this"

Shrugging, Hibari placed his cup of tea on the coffee table before taking a seat next to Mukuro.

Pulling the other into a warm embrace, Mukuro answered "I don't believe in anything, really"

Nodding, Hibari reached for his tea, he thought as much. What, with someone like Mukuro, yet he still felt like retorting the other. "But aren't you always going on about things like fate?"

Hands playing with the jet black hair, Mukuro smiled a little "I talk about it, but it's not like I really do believe in it."

Pouting Hibari placed his cup of tea back on the coffee table before reaching out to hold Mukuro's hands "Lie to me again and this time I will–"

"I know, I know" interrupted Mukuro as he spoke softly into the other's hair "Though it wasn't like I was lying to you, just teasing"

Scoffing, Hibari bent his knees "Whatever." It wasn't like he was expecting Mukuro to respond with a 'I believe in you', but he was hoping, perhaps, just a little.


"What did Mukuro-sama say?" Chrome asked as she looked at Tsuna who seemed to be in a world of his own at the moment. Not receiving an answer from the other, Chrome frowned before he poked the other. And Tsuna simply swayed a little.

"He says he loves me" Tsuna whispered, as if he were fixated in a trance "Yet he goes on about someone else" Tsuna stops in the middle of the road before he looks up into the sky "That's unfair."

"Boss?" Chrome asks, quietly, a little worried when she realised that Sawada Tsunayoshi did not answer her question, well at least, she thinks he did not.

Jolting up, Tsuna stares at Chrome "Chrome?" Tsuna's eyes narrow as he stares at Chrome for a little longer before he suddenly realises that Haru is waiting for the both of them at Kyoko's grave.

Pursing her lips, Chrome refrained from saying what she wanted to say, and instead settled with quietly following her boss. She shall pretend that she did not see the tears that leaked out from her boss' eyes. She shall pretend that she never did offer pocket tissue to her boss. She shall pretend, and he shall go along with it too.


It was quiet as the two kneeled in front of the grave. The atmosphere was tranquil. And then he stood up.

"Gokudera-san?" Haru asked

Looking at the grave, he turned to look at Haru "I'm leaving now. See ya"

"So soon" Haru whispered "Tsuna-san's not even here yet" Haru tried to persuade the right hand man of the Tenth.

Scowling, Gokudera looked at the grave "I didn't forget that the Tenth was coming" he tried to explain to both Haru and Kyoko "I just, I just don't like to remember the dead much, that's all"

Nodding, Haru understood, she didn't particularly like to constantly think about the dead, because if she did she wouldn't be able to move on. Yet moving on was the last thing on her list. Kyoko-chan, Hibari-san, they came first. Even if they're dead.

"It's not like I don't think about them once in a while" Gokudera went on, defending himself against Haru's uneasy silence "But it has to be painful, for anyone that's still dwelling on the past, and that's just not right for me"

Haru kept nodding, she understood. It made sense.

Frustrated, Gokudera was close to pulling his hair out. "Argh! I! I'll be taking my leave now" he said quickly before he hurriedly left the graveyard.

Still kneeling, Haru looked at Kyoko's headstone. It was fine this way. She enjoyed talking to Kyoko, whether she could hear or not, Haru missed it. And yes, she knows, it's painful, and she knows very well, this pain. After all, she's the only one left. Perhaps, she'll be the next one, after Kyoko-chan, after Hibari-san. Perhaps.