I do not own any of the characters in KHR. I only own the characters I've made and the whole story plot. And please don't plagiarize my story. And if you want to post the story somewhere, please ask me first.

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"Don! We're being ambushed by the Balestra famiglia!"

A young man, around twenties looked up from his paperwork.

"It's not my guardians?"

"No Don! They still haven't come back from their respective missions sire! Turning that aside, you need to escape Don!"

The subordinate desperately convinced his boss you flee but his boss wouldn't budge at all and moved too slow.

"Shush, I'm thinking. And I won't flee. We will make a plan, listen try to keep them at bay as much as possible while I prepare to blast them all off...if the plan doesn't work, you will all flee."

The man which was the subordinate immediately knew what he meant by fleeing.

"Boss, you're not planning on fending them yourself while we flee...right?"

The man was nervous. It was possible basing his boss' personality.

His boss smiled a soft smile.

"I'd rather sacrifice myself than sacrifice you guys."

The young boss slipped on a pair of gloves. And concentrated a bit and fire lit up on his forehead and hands, eyes turning into a hazel mixed orange color that shined within that dark office.

"Boss. I would rather die with you."

"Let's just pray that we won't come to that option."

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"DISCARD THE PLAN! GO! GO!"

Some mafiosi scattered away, some stubbornly stayed, some died.

"JUST GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF HERE! HURRY UP OR ELSE I'LL MAKE YOU ALL FLYING AWAY FROM HERE!!"

They had been terrified of the face of their boss and ran away. Some were still shot down and some were blasted away.

The young boss stood in front of his running subordinates.

"You're not running away young Vongola?"

The attacks ceased as the boss of Balestra spoke to the young boss.

"I'd die for their lives. I'd die for the lives you've taken. I have a deal to make. I'll fight you fair and square. Kill me. Just don't ever, ever come back here. Ever. And you'll swear to keep this family safe."

"I have no plan on protecting you famiglia, because the moment you fall down, Vongola will cease to exist, and there's nothing of yours that I will have to protect. I will make sure to wipe out all of the remains of the Vongola"

The Vongola boss didn't make any change on his expression.

"You won't lay a single finger on their lives. My words are always right."

And that's where the fight started.

Balestra never planned on playing fair. His subordinates shot the young Vongola to death. Balestra boss thought that the young Vongola was foolish, foolish to think that he will need his words.

It was a surprise that he lived up to this day, living in this kind of world where 'being fair' does not exist.

But then it wasn't also a surprise that he lived up to this day. The Balestra boss knew that somehow, if the young Vongola had somehow said anything any further, he would have just stopped this raid.

The warmth. It was the warmth that he gave off. I guess he was really a saint. He tried to ignore the feeling of guilt and regret. It was for the best of the world that the Vongola is gone.

Or was his decision actually wrong? He never doubted his words before. He never doubted his decisions. But just having that short talk with the now unmoving Vongola, he had paused and thought.

He just ignored the disturbing feeling inside his stomach as he ordered his subordinate to search the area for the ones that escaped and annihilate them immediately. And to burn the place down.

But then, was this the right thing? His lingering question was answered after a few days.

After the news of the Vongola's fall, war seems to happen here and there. The famiglias were on rampage, like they were lost and didn't know which was the right way to live.

Balestra. Somehow that famiglia has ceased to exist as every single member died one by one. No one payed attention to them, as they were lost and were busy to keep a meaningless war to go on.

The guardians. The guardians of Vongola were the ones to erase their existence. Balestra boss thought that it will be fine because they can't be stronger than their stupid boss.

He was wrong. They were strong. They wiped them out silently in a flick of a finger. They were monsters.

But then when it was time that he faced them face to face, his previous thoughts were doubted by his own self again.

Their eyes. They were grieving. They looked so lost. Then he understood that he made a mistake. And hell will surely be welcoming him to their VIP Chambers where it's the most torturous place ever.

He asked.

"Why?"

They didn't say anything.

"What were his last words?"

One asked with a shaky voice. He looked the youngest. Deduced him to be the rumored Lightning from Bovino.

"My guardians. They'll find you for sure. So tell them, I'm sorry we can't watch the fireworks again. Except only if the afterlife can have fireworks."

One laughed. A light laugh.

"He really expects us to follow him till the end."

Then a gun was pointed at him. It was his end, he knew it. He should have known the moment he doubted his words, it was wrong.

"You'll have to die first before we follow him. Any last words? We can write it down for some people who can find your corpse here. Maybe they'll be kind to send them to someone you hold dear unless they're dead."

One time he laughs and look innocent, next time you'll tremble at how his eyes seems to just pierce through your soul.

"I regret it. If I had actually put up a fair fight, and heeded to his words, would that have made any change?"

The one with the silver hair shook his head.

"You would want to go much way more back to change anything. You shouldn't have done anything at all and that would have made a change."

A loud bang echoed throughout the room and their job was finished.

They felt like dying. Not even a remnant of something from their sky. There was nothing. The Vongola Sky Ring also seemed to disappear.

They were lost now. Their reason for living was gone.

He, was the only reason. He, was the reason of their future. Now he was gone. He, was not there anymore.

If they were just by his side at that moment, there could be a change. He could have lived. Vongola would have still existed. There could be a bright future for them.

But then it was all inevitable.

It could have been fate. Fate that they were away. That He, was alone fighting and eventually die.

He was their life. He was a saint that always thought about other people before himself.

He always smiled and forgave the people who did wrong. He was merciful. He was what everyone would ever ask.

But, he's gone. It was a very big loss for everything. It was a very big loss for the Mafia world.