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I have re-uploaded chapter 4 on 30/04/2016. So please check that out and I apologize for such an inconvenience!

This chapter is was originally part of chapter 5, but since I haven't updated in a long time, I took this portion out and made it into a short story in between the major chapters.

I'm so sorry and really, thank you all for supporting me through all of this! (^ㅅ^)/


Summary:

What would happen if the gentle sky of the underworld and the arbitrator of the overworld meets? Now, five years later, how will Tsuna change as the true face of the mafia stares into his soul? Will he break into the abyss or will he emerge stronger with his beacon of light? Will the irony of his life pull him backwards or forwards? 5YL. Slight AU. Perspective changes from CC to OC


"Speech/Dialogue"

'Thought'

Warnings: Slight AU, slight OOC, Change in Perspectives, Un-betaed

All credits go to their respected owners.


It was a beautiful afternoon in Japan as the sky was painted in warm hues reflecting a more than perfect weather gracing the day. The skies were clear of clouds and the sun shone brightly onto the land bathing the Millefiore base with light.

Inside the mansion were various rooms full of what a mafia family of their stature would possess. Expensive yet elegant furniture and decorations donned the rooms and the manor as the area was spiff and spotless. The guardians of the Millefiore family worked- more specifically Kikyo (who handled all the necessary paperwork for Byakuran) as the others lazed around on the beautiful day.

In one of the rooms however a certain marshmallow-loving Sky comfortably rolled around in his bed munching on snacks and one of his favourites: Namimori's custard creampuffs. Byakuran playfully played with his dragon as he nonchalantly spouted flame condensed wings spinning around in the air.

He smiled at his two guests. "Hmhmm~ Tsuna-kun~ Enma-kun~ Wanna hear a story?"

"NO! Return us home now Byakuran!" Tsuna and Enma said simultaneously.

The two were panting, limbs sprawled across the rather large couch across from Byakuran's bed, their hands gripping their shirts over their heart as they glared at Byakuran. Both their hairs were like two mops of a wild sheep's wool and their clothes were disoriented- Tsuna had it the worst losing both his dress shoes, the lower parts of his pants, and most importantly his dignity.

Byakuran pouted. "Aw~ But I just wanted to talk to someone…"

Tsuna composed himself first (due to mafia etiquette training from Reborn no doubt), sitting properly on the couch. "Byakuran! You can't just get Shiroryuu to burst into the Vongola Mansion and kidnap me in the middle of my work!"

Tsuna lamented on the extra paperwork he had to sign for the property damages done by Byakuran's dragon when it suddenly crashed into his office breaking all the windows from the pressure along with half the wall then charging towards him at the speed of light. Tsuna didn't even have enough time to react as the dragon took him as he screamed hanging onto its fur for dear life as it literally flew him across the world from Italy to Japan.

As for Enma, he was on Shimon Island doing his respective work until his wall came blasting down with the appearance of a high-speed white dragon and a half-dead Tsuna (who looked like three years were shaved off his life). Knowing this routine already, Enma sighed and let the dragon take him knowing that the last time he ran from it, it destroyed nearly half the mansion on its quest to kidnap him. Though that didn't mean he liked it or was used to the air pressure constantly slapping him in the face.

Enma nodded agreeing with his best friend, Tsuna, albeit in a much less reactive manner. "Byakuran, do you know what Adel is going to do to me after she finds out my work isn't finished? I thought I told you to stop doing this…"

Byakuran laughed and ignored the cries of the young bosses. "So wanna hear a story?"

Tsuna sighed, knowing from experience that his exasperation only amused the white orchid more. "Byakuran please return me home. Reborn is going to kill me-" He stopped when he felt Enma tug his sleeve. "Enma?"

Enma shook his head and gave him eyes of sympathy. "Tsuna, Byakuran will not let us go until we do whatever he wants us to do. Last time I was here I stuck for three days because I refused to play Super Smash Bros Bawl with him. Adel thought I was kidnapped by one of our enemy famiglia."

Tsuna gave him an 'are you serious look' as Enma nodded dejectedly. "It's easier if we go along with whatever he has planned."

Both parties sighed as they looked up towards the winged man hovering in the air popping creampuffs into his mouth. They looked at each other knowing their inevitable fates.

"Fine… tell us your story."

Byakuran cheered as he floated down towards the two and pulled them onto his bed as their bodies crashed against the mattress and the blankets fluttered on impact. Giggling like a fangirl finding one of her rare ships, Byakuran joined them on his bed as he sat in the middle with a large puffy pillow between his arms and chest. "Hmhmm~ I'll start now!"

Tsuna sat up, rolling his arm from that unexpected meeting with the bed. He cupped his hand around Enma's ear as he whispered, "are we sure he's twenty one?"

Enma getting up from his fumble whispered combing his crimson hair. "I'm not even sure how he made it past twenty."

Byakuran pouted again, feigning hurt. "Rude! Anyways, back to my story!"


Somewhere, sometime, an innocent child was lost in thoughts, all alone. He did nothing wrong- spending his days reading and writing, he bothered no one. The docile little boy smiled even through the harshest of circumstances and loved everyone and everything equally. Not to mention he was honest to a fault.

The little boy loved to help others how ever he could with his starveling gaunt body however; he was chastised for his actions since he couldn't do a single thing correctly no matter how hard he tried. He was overly clumsy, constantly tripped over air, and anything in his hands slipped out breaking in process.

"I'm sorry… for being so useless…" the boy always apologized.

He always sincere with his words but years of his accidents and well intended faults led to rumours of him being the embodiment of a monster as anyone close to him was supposedly plagued with bad luck and cursed with misfortune. Some even went as far to say he was the reason why the little boy's family members all died of an incurable illness.

And yet he still loved the outlier of a village. He still loved the people who threw rocks at him. He still loved the ones who hurt him. He still loved the ones who despised him. Because he knew hatred would amount to nothing. Hatred would only amount more hatred.

So he held on.

He lived in a small and secluded village in the outskirts of the kingdom that was near the border of the Great Chasm or the endless abyss- as they labelled it.

"Never go near it!" The village elder warned.

"No one has ever returned…" the villagers whispered.

"A great monster lives there and gobbles you up!" the children proclaimed.

'How scary… I hope no one goes there…' the boy thought.

Unfortunately every year the entrance of the abyss would crack making the hole bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer to the village. And like whispers of wild fire, rumours spread that the abyss's entrance crept up the village because it was calling forth the monster's offspring, the little boy.

From that day on, instead of rocks they threw knives and lit his home on fire.

I'm sorry… so please don't hurt me…

They despised him.

I don't know what I did wrong…

They wanted him gone, far away, to some even death was an option.

I beg of you please tell me…

And yet he still held on.

His treatment continued for months until the children of the village thought up of a brilliant plan to save their home.

One day as the little boy was nursing his infected wounds; a crowd of children circled him with smiles plastered on their faces. Needless to say, the boy was surprised. Never since the death of his family did he see someone smiling at him.

They invited him to come and play with them and of course the little boy agreed warmth and acceptance flooding into his heart. He didn't know why the children were so kind to him out of the blue but he didn't care. He just wanted the feeling to last.

On the first day, they played tag. Not knowing the mechanics of the game, the children explained the rules to him- some with pity in their eyes. So for the first day he sat out watching the game unfold. It was nothing new; all his life he observed people without being included.

'They must be concerned because I never had friends to play with! They're so kind!' the boy thought.

On the second day, the little boy asked if he could be 'it.' They refused his wishes because they said he was still new to the game but instead he could join them as one of the runners. The little boy agreed with excitement filling his heart just happy to be included.

Once the game commenced and the countdown ticked, all the children ran off including the little boy. He dashed off not too far off from the starting point but hid in a bush huddling his legs together to save space and went silent. His heart pounded every time he heard footsteps passing by and smiled in relief when he wasn't found. Eventually, dawn broke and night fell as he was still hiding in the bush.

'I wonder if their still looking for me? W-What if they went into the deep parts of the forest looking for me!?' The little boy frantically ran out calling out for the children. Luckily he had the stars to guide him.

After some time, he found them chatting happily outside the forest. Relief flooding his heart, he smiled knowing his new friends were safe and sound. However their laughter stopped when he came closer to the group.

"I'm glad you're all okay! I was so worried!" The little boy said with genuine concern.

"Oh… yeah… We thought you went home…" The children said.

'How kind they are,' the little boy thought gratefully.

The little boy was about to sit down when one of the children stopped him. "Wait!" she said, "if you want to sit with us you need to pass the test first!"

"A…test?" The little boy tilted his head. "If I pass, will we be friends?"

A pause.

"Sure!" They said as the little boy's heart pranced around in a joyous dance.

The group and the little boy walked on the rocky trail only to end up near the Great Chasm. The little boy pondered why they arrived in this dangerous area until one of the children suddenly pushed him towards the edge.

The boy was confused beyond belief. "W-What are you-?"

The tallest of the children stepped forward. "I dare you to look into the abyss!"

"W-Why?" he asked.

"The test dummy! If you don't we'll never be friends with you!" they said.

Swallowing the knot in his throat the little boy complied as he took baby steps with his trembling legs verging closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. He didn't know if it was the eerie night sky that accentuated his fear but the bottomless void consumed his heart filling it to the brink with anxiety and horror.

He sprung from the edge when he felt hands touch his back and saw the children… annoyed and angry?

The little boy became nervous. Something was defiantly wrong. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

A pause.

Several glares.

"Why won't you go away already!?" They yelled.

The little boy's eyes widened as his heart shook- but he refused to acknowledge the truth. "W-What are you guys talking about? We're friends right?"

They sneered as their bodies curled in disgust. "Ewww! Who'd want to be friends with a freak like you!? A monster!"

His fragile glass heart shattered as the truth hammered the shield of lies he created- the impact chipping away at the glass.

"T-Then why did you-"

The children pushed him closer and closer to the edge as the little boy struggled to stay on land. "So we could get rid of you once and for all, duh! With you gone, our village will be safe and we'll be heroes!"

That was the catalyst.

The moment the truth was exposed to his ears, the stained glass window of his soul shattered, the broken shards of glass mercilessly digging into his own flesh as the pain of betrayal hammered the cracked fragments of glass deeper into his bleeding gashes.

Greif, anguish, and torment violated his body as the little boy's movements halted with all strength and energy leaving his body- a moment in which the children fervidly took advantage of.

Pushed, laughed at, and abandoned he was kicked off the land and thrown into the abyss. However his little fingers shook as he luckily just barely held onto the edge of the cliff for dear life.

"P-Please help me!" the boy cried with his splitting voice.

But all he got was the cold glares piercing down at his round ones. He pleaded and begged as the children of the village laughed or sneered in repugnance. His heart was repeatedly lashed at by the thorn whips made of the cruel loathing words the children spouted.

"What a loser!" they said.

I know…

"I hope he dies!" they said.

I'm sorry for wanting to live…

"Never come back!" they said.

Will my absence benefit everyone?

"No one loves you!" they constantly said, "AND NO. ONE. EVER. WILL!"

Finally, they stomped on his bleeding fingers as his grip was lost and he fell watching the backs and faces of the sneering children. The sound of their triumphant cheers got further and further away until he lost sight of them. Fear engulfed his soul waiting until the inevitable splatter of his meek bony body on impact when he reached the bottom.

Why me? Is it my fault?

He waited.

And waited.

But it never came.

Is this my punishment?

The fear of death corroded him as his sentence date was unknown. Although, the fear he held was no different whether he was in it or staring dead at it. The isolation the darkness covered him was a broken shield, a cracked jar holding water- utterly useless and worse for wear.

He knew it was pointless. Pointless to scratch the walls, pointless to stomp on the ground, pointless to take any action.

Because they weren't there.

In his mind, the truth was that the abyss mirrored his own beaten and ragdoll-like heart- where nothing he did was noticeable or of importance. All he did was uselessly fail his arms in the air secretly hoping someone would come.

But was it wrong?

Someone anyone…

Wrong to hope?

Please… save me…

Sometimes he would mew. Sometimes he would cry and scream until his voice split in two. He could feel the blood. The blood of his screams crying in anguish.

I promise to be a good child…

But no one ever heard him.

I just want to live the life given to me…

Is that so wrong!?

Eventually he lost hope. The little boy with no one to love him, the little boy with no one to save him.


Byakuran watched was the two younger bosses looked at him with pearls of tears in the corner of their eyes and a deepened frown out of melancholy, not boredom (much to Byakuran's relief).

Tsuna frowned when Byakuran stopped talking. He was much too invested in the short tale to just disregard the little boy and his fall. "What happened next?"

Byakuran shrugged as he commented playfully. "Who knows~?"

"WHAT!?" Tsuna and Enma said simultaneously again.

Tsuna continued as he spoke with passion and curiosity in his eyes. "You can't just leave us on a cliff hanger like that Byakuran! It's your story right? Tell us what happened! There are so many plot holes you didn't cover!"

"Hmhmm~ I can't do that Tsuna-kun. If I do, I'll just be creating my own desired ending instead of letting the tale unfold. I have so many paths the story could take yet I don't know which route the little boy would take."

"But Byakuran, you dragged us all the way out here. Can't you tell us the ending? Or is it that there is no ending?" Enma asked hugging his knees.

Byakuran shook his finger as he ate a fistful of marshmallows from the bag that appeared out of nowhere. "I never said that Enma-kun. So for now, let's leave it at 'to be continued' okay?"

Tsuna and Enma pouted but nodded in understanding. And as promised Shiroryuu took them back to their respective manors- both having a furious older figure waiting for them when they arrived for skipping work.


As his dragon left with his two friends, Byakuran's playful and childish side faded revealing one of amusement, curiosity, worry, and fear. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Knowing fully who it was he invited her in, sitting on the couch with her.

Byakuran relaxed on the comfortable cushions and sighed. "I told him Yuni-chan and like we thought, we really had no idea about who I was talking about."

Yuni frowned and got comfortable next to Byakuran. "He's like that. But that's also what makes him so powerful and kind." Yuni gave a small smile trying to lighten the mood. "By the way, you're storytelling is a bit on the rough side."

Byakuran let out a small chuckle through his nose. "I'm a mafia boss, not a storyteller Yuni-chan. But that's true. He was always much too pure-minded for the mafia world." His lips curved into a concerned and bitter smile. "What route do you think the little boy will take this time Yuni-chan?"

Yuni closed her hands almost as if she was praying as she slowly closed her eyes. "Hopefully, the little boy will find someone to fix the broken pieces of his heart together and hold him close. Countless times I saw him abandoned and the pieces of his heart lost in the void as his soulless body aimlessly drifted in limbo or equally as bad, he lost sight of his heart and instead created a fake one full of vengeance and hatred to mask his pain and become one with- no, to control the abyss as his own."

Byakuran rested his chin on his propped up arm against the armrest of the couch. He looked at Yuni's opening eyes swirling in concern and uncertainty of the future. He closed his own as he thought back to the memories he had and shared with her.

Opening his eyes an unreadable emotion glossed over them. "And there was only one route I ever saw that he made it out of the abyss without losing too much of his heart. But even then he was constantly thrown back into the abyss by the villagers."

"Why is it that someone like him must be the sacrificial lamb? All I want is the little boy to achieve the happiness and warmth he deserves… He is so kind, so forgiving, so gentle, and yet also so fragile…" Tears wrapped her cheeks in silent streams as Yuni kept her hands locked.

Silence weaved around them as Byakuran glanced at the darkening sky through the windows signalling the ominous foreshadowing of the abyss drawing closer.

Closing his eyes he turned his focus back to Yuni. "Me too Yuni-chan, me too…"


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First, let me thank you all for supporting my story and I apologize for such an inconsistent update schedule!

My computer basically broke down and it shuts down every few hours or so. It's not a battery problem but more like internal coding problem or a virus I'm not so sure. I'm very technologically impaired.

So for the UPDATE SCHEDULE.

I wrote the amount I wanted 10k+ but during the writing I realized that I wasn't even done half the things I wanted to put in and I can't separate the segments of the story. I may take another week if my computer is a total ass to me. But if by some stroke of luck my computer is cooperating with me and I don't have writer's block (which I currently don't have) I'll get the chapter out by Monday or Tuesday.

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