Ciaossu minna-san! This is Shadow-chan speaking!

GOMENASAI FOR THE LATE UPDATE! But here I am now presenting you with a(n) (probably small) update! A HUGE THANKS TO Yaaas! Thank you for reviewing (and getting my puns)! The best case scenario with a hoard of Reborns, is if you break every bone in your body, tear every muscle in your body, but no limbs missing... jeez... I hope you had a Happy Halloween too! Lol, it's too late now... Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: *sniffs* I don't-I don't-I DON'T OWN KHR *full blown tantrum thrown by me*. (It's Akira amano-sensei's)

Lavina's Piano

Can you hear it?

The soft yet sweet melody of the piano. It's melody could bring tears to your eyes. In either laughter, or remembering a dear one that passed on. Each note told it's own story. It's own tale. Each of them combined into a life story. A melody so melancholy, yet, so sweet. Nobody can describe the notes from the piano, or rather, it's player. A melody that could've stopped Byakuran from taking over all worlds with only the purity of the melodic sound. Describing the sound, would be like describing what water tastes like. Anyone can describe the texture of water, yet cannot describe the taste. It's just like that with the piano. You can describe the piano's look, or it's owner's look, but you could never describe the sound.

A tuft of fluffy brown hair peeked its way into the room just barely. Then the narrowed eyes scanned the room. Then, faster than you could say "clam", the person made his way into the room, making the element of sound stand still like stone. The wonderful piano player was too deep into his own music to realize that he had just found himself a one person audience. The finish of the song, was like the death of the song. Like the end of the person's life story. But, it seemed like the sun came out as the last note bounced off the wall, and into the air, for all to hear, whether intentional, or unintentional.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

The music player jumped in his seat. His eyes widened like saucers. His jaw dropped open. "J-J-J-" He stuttered. He was so surprised, he couldn't say the first word that came to his head.

"Calm down Hayato... That was a beautiful piece! Why didn't you tell us that you can play the piano? You play so beautifully, I think 'Why didn't you share it with us, or the world? Please tell me, Hayato." Vongola Decimo calmly spoke.

The Decimo's voice made the piano player, now known as Hayato, feel like he could tell anyone anything, his voice was so welcoming, and warm. "Jyudaime, I-I-I well... Today's the day my mother died 16 years ago... I presume Bianchi told everyone...?" Hayato started.

"That's just about all she told us." Tsuna confirmed.

"My mother was only aloud to see me once a month, and when she did see me, she wasn't even aloud to tell me that she was my real mother because of my father's pride. When she did see me, she taught me how to play the piano. This song I was playing, was the last song she taught me..." At this, a tear slipped out from Hayato's eye.

"You should be happy. You should be happy that she taught you that song. She probably taught you it to remember her. You should be happy to have such a beautiful way of remembering your mother." The Decimo, also known as Tsuna, smiled. "Did you ever think of that? Instead of grieving, be happy! Of course you could grieve, but try and remember this, the people who have passed don't want anyone to spend their whole life crying when someone's already dead. That's something Primo told me in one of my dreams."

Hayato nodded, a sad smile plastered on his face. "I think you're right, Jyudaime." Hayato stated.

Suprisingly, everyone, including the misty people and the Namimori-otaku, all ate dinner in a comfortable silence, each of them occasionally stealing glances at Hayato.

During the dinner, a certain toddler Hitman with a black fedora with a golden line cutting through the middle, whispered to nobody in particular, "Tsuna, you've come far as a boss."

Unknown to even the Hitman, Tsuna heard and smirked, thanks to his Hyper Intuition. "Thanks." he whispered to anyone who was able to hear him.

~Owari~

A/N: That took shorter time than expected. Maybe it's because I got better at typing...? Probably not. But it was definately shorter than my previous work. But still, I want to think I'm getting better. I'm thinking about changing the title, because it's not ALL humor. So please give suggestions! So drop a review, ne?