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[AN]: This is a flashback chapter, so...yeah. ^^ It takes place a year ago.

"What?" He clenched a fist against his side and stared at the man in front of him. Did he hear him correctly? "What did you just say?" He asked with a grating voice.

"Your sick." Shamal took another deep breath and ran a hand through his messy locks, trying to explain this as calmly as he could. He slowly continued, voice laced with concern, "I know this is very hard for you, and Bianchi informed me that you didn't believe that your mother was killed by some illness. But it's true. All of it."

Shamal took a step forward towards the boy, with a hand reached out. Gokudera instantly backed away from him, his eyes large and his emerald orbs almost glazed over in shock. He kept walking away from the doctor, his head shaking back and fourth, silently say no to himself and the other Italian. This couldn't be true. This cant be happening. Gokudera kept backing up until he hit the wall.

What seemed like only a moment ago, Gokudera had been getting his blood taken so he could get into the 10th grade. Now he was told that he was deathly sick? That he was going to die?

"So…." He began, only now noticing that he had slide to the floor, "My father…. didn't kill her? She was…truly sick?" The bomber's voice was shaky, and his body began to tremble. Was everything in his life just one big heap of lies?

The Italian doctor kneeled by him and nodded sadly. He didn't speak for a moment, allowing the boy to collect his thoughts. Shamal felt truly heartbroken for him.

"Your mother…. had come to me one day," He gained the attention of the smaller male as he spoke more about her, "Your fathered had told me, and me only, about his affaire with her. So when she asked me if I could keep a secret, I figured that she was just going to tell me the same thing. I wasn't expecting to hear that she was going to die."

Shamal spoke softly, almost in a whisper, and told Gokudera how she was smiling when she told him that. He remembered it so well, the way her silver hair was tied back in a loose pony, and how gentle her face looked. She had told him that she didn't want to be saved, but just wanted to know how long she had left.

"And so I told her: She had a few weeks, maybe a month at most. She shut her eyes and sat there for a moment, not saying a word. Quietly she stood up, thanked me and left without another word." He glanced down at the other, and smiled softly, stroking his silver hair. Gokudera had his head buried deep inside his arms, hidden away from the world. His shoulders were shaking slightly, and Shamal thought he faintly heard sniffles.

"This doesn't change anything." He spoke harshly, not bothering to pick his head up form his knees. "My father still lied to me. My whole damn life has been brought up on lies. If your expecting me to be suddenly changed by this, your wrong."

The silver-haired teen stood up quickly, his face cold and his eyes distant. "I wont let this shit stop me. I'm still going to be Juudaime's right-hand man. I'm still going to be the Vongola's Storm guardian." His voice was getting louder at each phrase he said to the doctor.

"I'm still gonna be apart of a real family, my true family. I'm still going to be the same Hayato Gokudera as I was before. And I wont let my life get ruined again!"

After that, he had taken off out of that office at full speed.

It was dark and clouded outside, a storm brewing up in the distance. Rain was softly falling down onto anyone who dared go near those black clouds, but Gokudera didn't care. He just kept moving as fast as he could, his feet dashing across the wet pavement, not bothering to slow down any time soon. He continued doing what he did best when life got the better of him:

He ran away.

[AN]: He ran away when he was little and he ran away now...its so sad. T_T

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