TWO! Because I feel bad and also it's a really short chapter...

The Tuna and Skylark Chp.5

"What are we going to do! We can't leave him there!" Gokudera was shouting at an irritated pineapple, his black haired boyfriend and a contemplative baby.

"But Hayato. We can't get close to him! Even Mukuro couldn't get him up for a fight! He won't leave his side." Yamamoto ever-present smile was gone. That scar on his chin seemed to stand out more.

"We can't leave him there! It's been a week already! He won't let anyone else get close to him and whenever Jyuudaime's heartbeat get's low, he just feeds his own flames to him! He's a hazard to himself! He won't even eat!" Gokudera was clearly worried for the one he came to have an understanding with. He even went as far as having sake with the man. To see such a strong composed male sink down and lose his composure like this. It hurt him more than he let on.

Mukuro was not smirking or smiling. He had come to care for his boss and his sparring buddy was in reality probably his closest friend. They may not exchange words, but they exchanged much more heavier, meaningful blows. When either he or the skylark was angered or feeling a strong emotion, they sparred. They felt each other's emotion behind every exchange. Every hit, every block, every dodge, so much more than a conversation.

"We have to get him away." Everyone looked at him in shock. Gokudera reacted first.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered.

"We have to get him out." Mukuro repeated himself, deathly calm, "He can't go on like this, and neither can we." Everyone looked down at their feet. He was right; they couldn't go on like this… he couldn't go on like this.

"So. What's the plan?"

-Tsuna's room-

"Beep… beep… beep…" a steady pulse. A steady calm pulse, steady and not much more…

Hibari sat quietly. Hoping and wishing… like a fucking girl. He hated this feeling. Feeling like a bloody bitch whose boyfriend is in a coma. Wait a minute, that's him. He hated it. Feeling hopeless.

"Beep… beep… beep…" No change what so ever. It was futile. He knew yet he didn't. He clung hopelessly to the wish.

Hibari held lifelessly to the cold hand inside his own. It has been unchanged for… how long was it now?... he has lost track of time. What was the use if he has no one to count it with? …

- Outside Tsuna's room-

"You know the plan right."

"Yeah, I got it."

"Ready then?"

"Yeah, let's go."

"One, Two, THREE!"

The three men and baby jumped into the room. Hibari looked up startled.

"Takeshi! Grab him! Mukuro! Restraints!" Hayato yelled as he ran to grab Hibari's tonfas. On a drunken truth or truth game, he had finally revealed it to him.

Hibari fought after he realized what was happening. But it was too late. Yamamoto had him around the waist and arms pinned to his sides while Mukuro had restrained him from the hips down. Mix that with his lack of proper sleep, food and weapons. Hibari was still dangerous but not as he usually was. He didn't go down willingly. Even after realizing he couldn't get out, he still fought.

"Reborn-san! Now!"

"BANG!" Hibari was knocked out cold by a horse tranquilizer.

"Doctor!" Doctors came in wheeling in a hospital bed, oxygen mask and an IV with a pack of nutrients and blood on it. They quickly transferred him from Yamamoto's arms and placed him on the bed. Mukuro undid the restraints immediately. The doctors began checking his vitals. Many gasps and anxious murmurs were heard. Both bags of fluids were stuck into Hibari's wrist and oxygen mask strapped to his face.

"What's wrong! What's happened!" Hayato panicked.

"His levels… How is he even still alive!" A doctor shouted. Mukuro stiffened, having first hand experience of what the prefect could take.

"What has he done." Mukuro growled.

"His His… All of them… His vitals are almost non-existent!" A doctor screeched.

"He needs treatment now!" The doctors were gone and Hibari with them.

Too caught up with rushing him out of the room. They didn't see the faint tear flowing down his face.

"No…"

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