I'm back and I still feel terribly sorry for such a long wait for the next chapter. All I can ask is that you please forgive me.

Notice- If you haven't read chapter seven, please do so. I deleted the notice and made an actual chapter even if it is short.

I would like to know if you guys are enjoying this story and if you would like me to add anything. If you think it needs more angst, by all means, I will gladly put more in. Thank you for taking the time to read this story and enjoy.

Tsuna POV

When we got deep enough in the woods where we were certain that no one would see or hear anything we said or did we set the body down and got to work. Tora, being the pyro that she is, was happy to take a flamethrower and torch the body to a crisp beyond recognition. Never lat her get anything that can set something on fire, she can get a bit psychotic. We always have to keep a couple of fire extinguishers on us because of this, but I would have it any other way. when the body was burned to the bones we completely set out the fires and put the bones into a sack along with many heavy rocks. To fully accomplish the job we threw the body into a nearby river and allowed it to sink. It would not be found for a long, long time. Now it was time to get talking.

"Based on his weapons, I'd say he was an assassin for another company that wished to get rid of us. Obviously he failed." I said.

"Do you know which one?" Tora asked.

"Let me check." Yang said while heading over to the man's discarded weapons. He took a quick look at the crest on the side of the sniper and brought it over to show us. The crest look to be two twin shot guns crossing over each other. "From the looks of it, it's the crest of the MDBWY corps. He was only a lackey. Obviously underestimating our strength."

"We might wanna play it safe for a while. We don't know how many numbers they have or why they were attacking me along with their strength. We will have to be on guard now more so than ever." I looked at the both of them. "Play it safe. Keep as many weapons on you as possible that we can hide. No guns. Daggers are good. Easy to hide." They both nodded at me to show their understanding. "Good. Let's go home and get cleaned up. missing one day won't hurt us." I let a small smile grace my lips.

As soon as we got home and cleaned up we all crashed in the living room. It had been a long day and it was only 11 in the morning. I noticed that Tora and Yang were closer than normal and were always touching in some small way, be it playing with the other's hair or grazing hands. While what they were doing was sweet and innocent, I couldn't bare to watch. I got up off the couch and locked myself into my room, throwing myself onto my bed.

I often wondered if I was ever able to have that. If I was able to be loved. It gets lonesome not having some you can count on as a partner and it gets tiring to not be able to relax completely in arms of the one you love, just laying there silently in warmth and comfort. I often yearn for love, but I know this, where there is love, there is also hatred to come and destroy everything in its path. I don't want to come to love some only to find out that they have left me in a few months time. I don't need to have any weaknesses and having a love will only get in the way. I don't need love. I don't need love. I don't need love. The mantra repeated itself in my head as I cried myself to sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I found I was laying in the bed in my childhood room. I was uncomfortably hot and sweating bullets. I pulled of the covers and got up to look around the room, trying to find some date as to figure out a certain time line. I got sick often as a kid. I found a calendar pinned onto the bulletin board. When I saw the date my eyes widened in horror. July 16th, 2008. The day my mother died. I took a step back as the shock seeped into to my bones, freezing my blood, and tripped on a toy truck. I landed painfully on my back and a cry of pain escaped my lips as I remembered my body didn't have the same resilience as it did now.

I lay on the floor in pain for a few seconds until footsteps were heard going up the stairs and my door swung open, my mother bursting into the room.

"Oh, honey, are you okay? You know you shouldn't be out of you bed while sick." She put her hand to my forehead. She frowned. "Your fever doesn't seem to be going away or even lowering. I think it might be getting worse. I'll go out to get you medicine, you stay in bed." I wanted to say 'no' but for some reason or another I couldn't. I watched as my mother left, all too willing to go straight to her death.

As quickly as I could, I got out of my bed and hobbled down the stairs, desperate to prevent my mother's death. When I got out of the front door the scene changed. There were many people out and walking about talking on phones and crossing the street. And that was when it hit me. The street. My mother was about to die right here right now and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Tears escaped my eyes as I watched my mother's car speed down the street, completely unaware of the drunk driver that had passed out behind the wheel. I watched as the drunk's truck swerved and hit my mother head on. I finally let out all that I was holding bottled up.

"NO!"

When I woke up, it felt eerily like that day. I stumbled out of my room and into the bathroom and cooled my face with a wet cloth. It wasn't naturally to get sick this quickly. I quickly made my way over to where my two house mates were the last time I saw them and thankfully they were still there watching TV.

"I... t-think the... bastard... poisoned m-me." was the last thing that came out of my mouth as my vision began to blur. The last thing I saw was Tora and Yang rushing to me and then it all faded to black.

Well, it's another short chapter and I apologize for that. I was thinking for the next chapter of introducing shamal and making Reborn worried and very motherly. I think it would be a bit funny. But I will do what ever the reviewers wish me to. See ya next time and thanks for reading.