Tatara hummed as he ran his fingers through his King's hair. In the background the sounds of the bar downstairs sounded creating a relaxing atmosphere for the two lovers. Every time he would come across a tangle and untangle it his King would make a sound that sounded like a purr. Tatara's face softened each time until his fingers came to a stop.
Mikoto's eyes widened as he looked up from where his head was laying on his Vassal's lap and made a questioning noise as if asking if the other was okay.
"I'm fine, King. Its just…" Tatara looked up to the ceiling face blank as if remembering something sad. "I'm glad you are alive, that you are alive and that I'm with you and the Clan."
Mikoto's lips twitched up into a small smile.
"I'm glad too, Tatara." Mikoto said softly. Tatara looked back down to him and leaned down to kiss his forehead.
"I am glad…" Tatara whispered. "…glad that I could change that horrible future."
The day that Sawada Tsunayoshi disappeared from their lives was arguably the worst in their short lives. They could still remember the day they realized that Tsuna was not around, would not return. The day they realized that he was not kidnapped but rather ran on his own.
The first hint that he was gone was his mother asking if they had seen him. They had not, not since they had returned from the terrible future where he was dead. They had panicked looking everywhere for their wayward Sky but found did not find him.
When Reborn found out he was shocked. If the boy was kidnapped that means someone had the skill to get around him. But if Tsuna ran away… perhaps he wasn't as Dame as everyone though he was.
When the Ninth was informed and an investigation was put into place it was found out that there was no reason to suspect a kidnapping, no evidence of such a thing occurring so that left one answer.
Sawada Tsunayoshi had run away from.
For what reason none had known. Why would he run away now when he was finally picking his grades up in school? When he had friends? It was a truly puzzling mystery.
By the time the investigation was done it had been six months. Six months of Tsuna being gone and the guardian's felt every second of it. They had Bonded with him, they were his. The separation pained them physically and mentally. They had no idea if he was safe and that took a lot out of them.
They never truly gave up their search for their Boss. They had searched all over Japan. The only city they never thought to look in was Shizume City home of Kings, something the mafia wanted nothing to do with. They had been informed early on in their association with Tsuna to never go to that city so they assumed Tsuna knew better. If only they knew.
"Tatara?" Mikoto asked confused, having heard what his lover had just said.
Tatara's eyes teared up as his hands clenched on his thighs. He sniffed a little and Mikoto could see just how upset he was.
Sitting up he turned around and wrapped his arms around the brunet. "Tatara what did you mean?"
"Just promise me Mikoto. Live. Please, for me live."
Mikoto was confused but he nodded anyway. Taking his boyfriend's hands in his he smiled. "I promise Tatara."
In the end, not that any of them knew, it was an empty promise. After all a Sky is not truly a Sky without its sun to brighten it up.
Gokudera sighed returning a piece of paperwork he had just signed onto the desk he was sitting at. Leaning back on his chair he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion before reaching into his pocket to take out his pack of cigarettes. Quickly lighting one up he took a quick, deep inhale before allowing his thoughts to wander.
It had been almost 10 years since the Tenth had run away from home, away from him some traitorous part of himself whispered, the emotions of a bastard child rearing its ugly head. Gokudera just couldn't understand why he would run away from them. They were friends; they had saved the world from the Millefiore.
They had saved Tsuna from being shot, killed, from lying in a coffin too soon, way too soon. Gokudera thought, not for the first time really, that maybe Tsuna knowing that he could die, that this whole thing was not just a big joke and about friendship, got scared and fled.
He himself had never really thought deeply about it. He was born surrounded by the darkness that was the mafia and he would die surrounded by it as well. It was something that was as natural as playing the piano was for him.
But Tsuna was not born into the mafia. Despite his father being the head of the CEDEF Tsuna was born and raised a civilian. It was quite possible he had gotten spooked and ran.
Gokudera could not fault him for this.
Inhaling and exhaling the smoke of his cigarette Gokudera allowed himself a couple more minutes to finish it before putting it out and getting up from his seat.
The Guardian's once they had been deemed old and trained enough had been moved into the Vongola mansion in Japan. Now, almost 10 years after their boss had fled, they lived where he should have lived as well.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose Gokudera sighed. When they had moved in they had agreed they would have one meal together, all of them, at least once a week if possible. Oh they knew sometimes someone would be on an extended mission and unable to come but they did. Even Mukuro and Hibari showed up and dealt with the craziness that was their family.
It was also at this time that they agreed to share what they found out about Tsuna's whereabouts, or rather lack thereof.
Walking through the extravagantly furnished hallways of the mansion Gokudera wondered if they were any closer to finding the Tenth. In the beginning years he wanted to desperately find the other but now he just wanted to know. Why? He accepted it by now but still…
When walked into the dining room lunch was already on the table. Mukuro, whom through the ninth had gotten his sentence abolished, was fighting with Hibari who was close to breaking the table with his tonfas. Chrome was fretting over Lambo was trying to escape her hold as she wiped off excess food on his face. Yamamoto was chatting with Ryohei about a new training regimen they were both going through.
Gokudera smiled happy in the presence of his family.
"Hello everyone." Gokudera said in greeting taking his place to the right of the head of the table. It was empty, as it has always been.
"Hey Hayato!" Yamamoto smiled at the other.
"Oi, don't call me that baseball idiot!" He said but smiled at the normal everyday banter.
Grabbing some of the food on the table he spent the next couple of minutes eating before asking the others.
"Any news on the Tenth?"
It was quiet for a couple seconds before Yamamoto spoke up.
"About that Hayato. I received a message from Iemitsu. It seems some people showed up at Maman's house claiming they are friends with Tsuna."
"What, why didn't you tell us this soon?!" Lambo demanded. Hibari's hair shadowed his eyes and even Mukuro's lips were pursed. Ryohei was quiet thinking about the boy he called his younger brother.
Gokudera's heart stopped for a second before he stood up from his seat quickly. "Takeshi you're with me we are going to Maman's house to check on this lead."
"Aye aye Haya-chin~"
"Don't call me that." Gokudera snarled as he watched as the two of them exited the dining room. Takeshi quickly took the others hands in his own frowning in concern.
"Are you okay Hayato?"
"I don't know. But we need to find out if this lead is true or not. I just… I just want to see him one more time. If he is happy where he is I'll accept it and move on, I mean I will want to be in his life but… I need closure."
Takeshi shuffled closer holding the other against his chest.
"I know Hayato, I feel the same. We can only pray he is happy and healthy where ever he is."
Hayato nodded, leaning out of the others hold. They walked out of the mansion still holding the others hand.
When they arrived at their bosses mothers house they were overwhelmed with the aura of a Sky. A grieving Sky at that.
"A Sky? Rain, Storm, Lightening, Cloud, and Mist too. No Sun though."
As he said those words a chill ran up Gokudera's spine. Just why did the thought of a not complete set of elements frighten him?
"I love you Mikoto, my sky." Tatara told the other with all the seriousness that he could muster. Mikoto kissed the other softly, eyes fluttering closed, a smile on his lips.
"I love you too, my Sun." Because if Mikoto was the vast ever accepting sky then Tatara was the sun that brightened up his life.
Tatara kissed the others forehead, his intuition causing his head to hurt. "Please… don't forget your promise. Live."
What a horrible thing to have him promise.
The next day Tatara continued with his planning for Anna's birthday his head still hurting.
AN: Sorry for the long wait. Here we get some insight into what the Vongola's been doing. Next chapter will probably be the last! So look forward to when I finally update this fic again lol.
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