I'm sorry for disappearing. I've been lacking confidence in my writing lately. I write in English to exercise it and I was feeling down about my lack of vocabulary and poor writing. But there were people asking me to keep writing, I'm glad to you. :)

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Chapter 3: Paradoxal skyless storm

"WAKE UP, GOKUDERA!" the arcobaleno Reborn kicked the silver haired out of his bed. Hayato hit the floor startled.

"Reborn-san? What was that about?" The teenager questioned in confusion, getting up as he massaged his face.

"Tsuna didn't come home last night." Reborn informed in a cold tone. "Do you know something? Did he come here?"

"Tsuna?" Gokudera asked, not understanding the situation. "Is he a friend of yours?"

The hitman stared at the storm guardian in total disbelief. Gokudera never jokes. And he wouldn't joke when Tsuna might be in danger.

"What happened to you, Gokudera?" The baby asked in a deadly serious tone.

"Nothing happened, Reborn-san." Hayato replied quickly. "Oh, by the way, is it today that I'm going to test that new student of yours?"

Meanwhile, Sawada Tsunayoshi was sitting on a big armchair in front of a three meters window that showed a snowy sky. The boy was wearing a luxurious white tuxedo. He stared at the flakes in amazement, without making any movement. Catharina came from behind him and stroked his hair gently; her pink dress danced as she moved.

"This is a beautiful world, isn't it? I created it just for us, my love."

Tsuna took the woman's hand gallantly and kissed it. He looked up and smiled to her. "It's not as beautiful as you are, my dear."

Catharina kissed the boy's forehead and muttered:

"You are happy now, right?" She asked in an anxious tone of voice.

"Was there ever a moment I wasn't happy?" Tsuna questioned, beaming. "We've been together since the beginning of times and we shall be together until the end of the world. My only purpose in life is to love you, Catharina."

The wind was stronger by the time Tsuna lifted from the armchair to embrace the girl. The sound of a tree's branches hitting the glass of the window caught his attention.

"A storm is coming." He said to himself, approaching the window in fascination.

"I won't let that happen!" Catharina affirmed aggressively, for Tsuna's surprise. "I won't let a storm take my sky from me!"

"You don't need to worry about the sky, my dear." The young man tried to comfort her, not knowing that she saw a different meaning in the words storm and sky and unable to remember that those words had a special meaning in his forgotten previous life. "I like the sky better when it's stormy."

While the one once called Tenth was in that secret world, Gokudera was being examined by Shamal in his apartment. Reborn had also called the guardians – Hibari didn't come, though - and Biachi (who was wearing her goggles and sitting beside her brother, on the bed).

"Reborn-san, why are the pervert doctor and Aneki here? And who are the other people?" Hayato was getting annoyed at the strange situation he was in, especially because Shamal made the boy lie down to examine the young man's eyes with a little orange flashlight. "I already said that I'm fine, damn it! I have an important job to do for Reborn-san and the Vongola!"

"He really doesn't remember Boss." Chrome sighed with sadness. Riohey clenched his fists to the extreme, not noticing Lambo playing with his outifit's tail next to him. Yamamoto couldn't take his eyes away from Gokudera. The rain guardian was in deep sorrow.

"Gokudera," the rain guardian began to talk, "we're all your friends. Sometimes dangerous things happen and we have to fight, but we live happily most of the time. You… you must remember something, right? At least Tsuna… you adore him-"

"WHAT IS THAT IDIOT SAYING?!" Gokudera questioned in exasperation, standing up. "I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS! I DON'T ADORE ANYONE! DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK SUCH NONSENSE ABOUT ME! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!"

"GOKUDERA!" Yamamoto, who had been in a chair beside the bed, stood up and grabbed the silver haired by the collar. However, he loosened the grip and his angered expression was gradually substituted by a sad one. "Don't you ever say that again, understood?!"

"It's not his fault that he has amnesia!" Bianchi defended Hayato. Shamal coughed to call the attention from the people in the room.

"I don't see any physical problem with him, but his memory was erased by someone with great power over the human mind. If I had to guess, I'd say it's the work of a Bakhtin."

"As I suspected!" Reborn stated, coming down from the desk where he had been the whole time. "Good thing I used the family's resources to bring that man here."

In that instant, a private jet was landing in Namimori's airport. Inside it, a young man wearing a light green coat was reading a book, surrounded by five men in tuxedos.

"I would imagine that if Vongola wanted to send its best illusionists to escort me, I at least would see Rokudo Mukuro or Dokuro Chrome doing the job." Boris Bakhtin sighed heavily. "If I wanted, I could take you all out in less than a second."

"But you agreed in helping, Reborn-san." A middle aged tall man, sitting next to Boris, replied slightly annoyed.

"Sometimes even the worst big brothers have to clean their little sisters' mess." Catharina's sibling explained without enthusiasm. "I have the feeling that this time I won't be left in peace unless I do something."