Disclaimer:
t(-_-t) FCKYEAH! Wished I own this.
Author's Note: Formerly entitled Se7en.
AU/OOC
This chapter is between Tsuna and Iemitsu's POVs.
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Shoot to Kill
He was my I'm just like him.A psychopath.A murderer.A raging serial killer looking for revenge.
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Chapter 2
My father, a man living in his early thirties, knew what to expect next. He knew very well he had committed the most greatest mistake of his secret life. He knew it could cost him his wealthy life, his well -known reputation but worst yet: his family.
Iemitsu's POV
Family… Then he thought sadly, Tsuna…
He cupped his hands onto his worried face, sighing deeply. Tsuna…his only last family…his only last remembrance of Nana…Oh, Nana…Beautiful, loving Nana. My father sighed yet again; the pain in his heart was weighing him down now. Saying this pained him as if several metal stakes had pierced through his heart. Nana, his loving wife, oh, how could I have let you die?
How could I've left you – my joy, my hope, my last strand of happiness I still had – alone?
How could I, your careless husband, let you slip past my fingers so easily? How could I'd let you pass on, without me and Tsuna?
Your love was I had left, why? Why did you die so soon? Tsuna needed you as his mother, but ever since you left so unexpectedly that night, Tsuna has never been his usual cheery self, always evading when he could, failing at what he could not, always shy to experience new things.
He exhaled a breathy sigh, muttering,
"Why? Why? Why?"
The clock beside his bed signaled the three red digits 1:57 a.m.
Tsuna…My father continued his train of thought, forgive me, will you? Everything that had happened in your lifetime…the fault is evidently mine. It may not seem obvious to you, my son, but it might appeal to you as the suspecting truth sooner or later…forgive me, Tsuna…I have done the most wrong, not you…not anyone else…all me…
1: 58 a.m.
Tsuna's POV
My father got up from his sitting position, agitated he felt as he wiped his tears of depression, and ambled towards his bedroom window. It was curtain less, plain, with its elegant white frames and glass material. He saw a glimpse of his reflection: his blonde straggly hair, well-built features, but yet it showed his sadness and his eyes that shone with growing grief. What more did he have to lose? His wealth? His house? His job?
Tsuna?
1: 59 a.m.
Iemitsu's POV
No. He thought determinedly. I'll never lose him. I had made a promise to Nana. I'll keep it as long as I live. Tsuna, my last living hope of happiness after Nana, I love him so much…but without his mother after all these lone years, he's never been the same. What can I do? Tsuna seems so torn after what had happened…but, frankly, this family has long since been together as one. But once my secret's out, our family would have no chance of reuniting like old times – those happy, happy times we laughed, cried and shared as a father, mother and son. In the end, they would seem like memories that were forgotten, lost in the wind.
Oh, Tsuna…
2: 00 a.m.
Forgive me, will you?
Colonello stood ready at the garden wall, adjusting the scope so that it was in view of the suspect. Through the radio, he issued the signal: "Eyes on suspect. Clear to enter. Over."
My father gazed through the glass for what felt like the last time, then, he reached for the wooden bedside drawer, muttering solemnly,
"I'm so sorry, Tsuna, I truly am, but this is the only way. Forgive me."
Tsuna'sPOV
Me? I simply laid wide awake in my bed, safe in my room, unaware of the inevitable – what was going to occur a few seconds later, why they – by them it meant the police - did so and how it shaped my life from there.
Everything begins now.
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I changed the plot of this story so here it goes.