Re-edited chapters 1-3, make sure you reread them since some plot has been changed.

All Tsuna could do was blink. In fact, that was what he exactly did. His heart stopped beating the moment he saw them and his mind could not registered or refused to believe who was in front of him, the female and male who saved him. Before anyone could speak up, Tsuna turned towards the stairs and bolted to his room, his face had shock written all over it.

Chrome looked at Mukuro, indecisive if she should run after the distraught boy or stay here. But seeing Mukuro nod at her, she bowed to the guests and ran upstairs.

Mukuro was in the kitchen, leaning at the door frame when Tsuna had entered. Tsuna's reaction was priceless, but he decided not to ponder about it. He pulled up a chair to sit down, waiting until one of them took their seat, with both of them in front of him. His poker face was full of mischief but his eyes held no emotion but seriousness. "Where should I start asking the questions?" His eyes glanced back and forth between the two, analyzing them both.

One had soft blonde hair that cascaded down to her mid-back, tied in a low ponytail. Her eyes were a violet color, similar to that of Chrome's but tinted with indigo. Her companion had light cerulean blue eyes, hidden by black rimmed glasses. Chocolate brown hair, a bit ruffled but tamed, laid flat on top of his head, opposed to Tsuna's wild spikes. "Rokudo Mukuro, right?"

Mukuro raised an eyebrow, acknowledging that they accepted to talk. "Oya, I didn't know my name was that famous." The smirk that was etched on his face was replaced by a scowl. "What does my Tsunayoshi have to do with you?"

The girl looked at him as if he was off about something, but the smile did not move away from her face. "Don't tell me you forgot about your saviors, Mukuro-san? Also, Decimo does not belong to you. He does not belong to anyone. Only people belong to him."

Mukuro glared at the female. "You people were the ones who saved me? Kufufufu. That is really funny."

The female's expression did not budge when Mukuro commented. "Believe whatever you want, Estraneo suspect."

Mukuro looked at them. How did they know that he was a suspect in the killing of the Estraneo family? "And I will. However, since you supposedly placed Tsunayoshi is such a condition, I think I have the right to know who you are."

This time, the male spoke up before the female, who closed her mouth. "We're his Guardians. He would be in that state when he thought we were dead when we saved him from the Estraneo Family's grasp."

Mukuro carefully eyed the male, who expression remained cold. "Why do you know so much? To know that much, I would have to suspect that you are a part of the Vendice."

"Tsuru of the Vendice." The male looked at Mukuro and smirked for the first time. "Waiting to cover everything in frost, pushing everything back, making a path strong enough to walk on, that is my duty as the Snow Guardian."

Mukuro almost gaped at the male's response. What did he say? He looked at the girl, who smiled to herself. "And you?"

"Ibara of the Cerevello." Her voice was low, as if hiding. "Within the night covered in darkness, forever hidden but revealed when the Family needs to see the end, that is my duty as the Moon Guardian."

Before Mukuro could question their claim, both of them pulled out a chain necklace with their respective Vongola Ring except they were wrapped in a chain.

"These positions did not exist after Vongola Primo's time. Secondo portrayed our predecessors as worthless assets. The rings were passed down in Decimo's family, find their way into his hands. His father had fortunately placed them in his room, not thinking much of it. We happened to be visiting his father on business terms and befriended the Vongola heir. He gave us the rings without knowing what they were."

Mukuro looked at them, not believing a word the male had just spoken. "Oya? Do you expect me to accept those unreliable words coming out of your mouth, Vendice?"

Ibara looked at Tsuru and shook her head slowly. "No, we do not blame you if you do believe us. After all, we are just strangers, for now. Aren't I right, Decimo?" Her head faced toward the direction of the kitchen's doorway, at the stairs.

Mukuro whipped around and saw Tsuna and Chrome looking down into the kitchen between the legs of the banisters. They awkwardly walked down into the kitchen, eyes all focused on Tsuna. "Tsunayoshi, you should have stayed upstairs."

Tsuna gave Mukuro a weak but reassuring smile, shaking his head. "I have to face this and I want to confirm something."

"Decimo…" Tsuru and Ibara looked at their boss with awed expressions. He had grown into a somewhat confident man after five years.

"Onee-chan. Onii-chan." Tsuna's eyes glanced back and forth between the female and male who saved him, somewhat surprised how their aura had changed but remained the same nonetheless. His gaze stopped on Ibara, focused on her left arm. "Do you mind if I see your scar?"

Mukuro and Chrome looked at Tsuna. This was unexpected. They had expected questions to come out of his mouth, but instead he was asking about her scar. Just before he was weak to his knees, but now, he stood with his head held high with aplomb.

Ibara looked shocked as she blinked a couple of times before obliging to the boy's request. "Come here." She motioned to come closer while taking off her cloak, revealing a simple white blouse with jeans. She slipping her arm out of the sleeve, revealing bandages wrapped over her upper arm.

Mukuro raised an eyebrow at her actions while Chrome flushed a crimson color, shocked at Ibara's. A small blush tinted Tsuna's cheek.

Ibara slowly unwrap the bandages, as the scar slowly played into view. It was like a gash. Its complexion was not of a female's, but rough with ripped but healed tissues.

A gasp escaped Chrome's mouth, while Mukuro was shocked that such a scar existed on the female's body. Did Tsuna really create that when he was younger? What drove him that far to do so?

Tsuna looked at the scar he created. It was there, proof that his flame touched her. It was something he did not do again, hurting someone important to him. His hand reached out, meeting contact with scar gently with his fingers, grazing it with his warmth. It sent shockwaves throughout Ibara's body, shocked at his touch.

All eyes were still on him, amazed by his direct actions. It was as if he was examining something unbelievable, but somehow hints of regret were evident in his eyes yet remained undisturbed.

"I'm sorry."

Ibara looked at the boy with wide eyes. Why was he apologizing to her? It was suppose to be the other way around. She was supposed to apologize to him, not from him to her. She failed her duty as his Guardian when he was whisked away under her eyes. "Decimo." She took his hand that was touching her arm, and placed a kiss on the back of it. Looking up to her sky, her eyes were filled compassion. "You do not need to apologize, Decimo. Since it should be me apologizing to you for not being able to watch you properly back then. However, if you do still seek forgiveness from me, then your warmth is all I need. In return, I pledge my life to you, Tsunayoshi."

Tsuna's legs gave out in the moment, suddenly taking his hand away from Ibara's hand as he fell to the ground. R grinned at his fall, a weak smile at that. "Hahaha…" Tears began to form in his eyes as his mind finally registered that they were alive. He was forgiven. He felt her warmth as she kissed his hand. She was alive before him. That was all he wanted, to see them alive and with him. "Thank you…"

Ibara dropped to her knees, not caring about her appearance, placing Tsuna's head on her chest, holding her dear sky close to her heart. Tears too formed in her eyes even though she tried to hold them back. At the very moment, she swore to the moon that she will let go the male. Not ever again, did she want to live out the feeling of being tossed out of the sky. He had saved her from the darkness, so this time; she will save him from that darkness as they both sunk in it.

Mukuro noticed Tsuna needed him time alone to catch up with his other Guardians. "Kufufufu. I guess we won't be having dinner here. Let us go back, Chrome." He turned around, not catching the sad smile on Tsuru's face. If he had seen it, then he would have guessed that the Snow Guardian had done something regretful to the Vongola heir.

"Hai." Chrome followed Mukuro as they left the house; a small smile played on her lips, but slowly faded away as questions entered her mind.

First of all, they were a part of the judgment familias in the Mafia, so why were they able to freely move around like that? Second, why did they come now of all times? They clearly knew where Decimo was located and could have appeared at any time in front of him, but what stopped them from doing so?

Tsuru watched as the Mist Guardians exited the kitchen. Cerulean eyes returned to his companion and boss. His feelings toward the Decimo were like Ibara's but complex due to his line of work. He was part of Vendice, an organization where families claimed that they were no longer human. They were right. They were no longer human, but creatures filled with revenge. That created his distant personality toward others, but they sky melted it away as he came to understand the boy.

Yet he knew that his and Ibara's very existence would break the boy like it did to Giotto. What he told Mukuro was the truth, but only partially. Tsuru bit his bottom lip, as he was watched the sky and the moon hug each other. His head tore away from the scene, torn with guilt.

Did he regret coming out of hiding and coming back into the Decimo's life? Would this affect the boy's growth as the heir to Vongola? Questions formed in mind an alarming fashion, relentlessly beating him with pessimistic feelings.

He turned back to the scene, only to see vibrant orange eyes looking at him then back to Ibara. Tsuru nearly fell out of his chair but kept his balance. He already knew the answer deep inside despite all the warnings. He resolved to stay near the boy as long as he needed him. The frost finally melted as life began to grow once again.

After many years, the moon finally came out of hiding and shined brightly in the sky. As for the snow, it melted away but it did not dare fall from the sky, scared that it would could the bright sky.

Notes:

We're still working on story. It was just that our virus subscription ended and we didn't a virus, so we unplugged the computer. But while we were working on the stories, we kinda lost our inspiration along the way. However, now we decided to plug the Internet back in, we managed to write up to chapter 6, that's currently in the works.

Sadly, we don't have much of the plot worked out... It's kinda conflicting introducing the characters, but for some odd reason, we somehow worked out how the ending is going to be. Isn't that weird? Anyway, please review. We want to hear back from you.