A/N: Alright! This fic is also finished! Woohoo! But there's still a probable omake though hehe. Anyway, thanks for all your support and for taking your time reading this! *bow, bow!*
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR
Summary: When things seemed worst, when there seemed to be no hope and blank, having a playful and dark illusionist didn't seem so bad; at least that's what the brunette thought. 69xFem27! Final
Warning: genderbend (fem27)
Meeting at Last
"If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story."
- Orson Welles
Previously…
Mukuro snickered before he walked toward the door. The two figures eyed him in admiration and confusion as he walked away. "Let's go… to that new world."
White.
The brunette opened her heavy eyelids before closing it down again.
White.
It's been so long since Mukuro last visited. It's been so long since she heard his snicker again. But she never forgot the bond—perhaps that's why it felt so hurt. She missed warmth. It felt like forever since she tasted one, hopefully she hasn't forgotten.
With that she hid her head behind her knees again and let herself rest. Her mind was stressing and she remembered how Mukuro told her that what she thought affected this world. Rest. She ordered herself as she exhaled softly, retreating further back into the darkness.
Meanwhile in the real world…
Rokudo Mukuro was now on the top of his world. He has mastered all six paths of hell and has an unbelievable amount of power. If only he had this since long ago…
"Kufufu," he snickered to himself as the image of a certain brunette appeared on his mind.
"Mukuro-san?" Another voice asked. He turned his head and saw two boys; one with the glasses, Kakimoto Chikusa, and one with dark blonde hair, Joshima Ken. It appeared that the latter was the one who asked.
"Hm, I'm fine," Mukuro answered and saw his reflection on the water. They're now by the riverbed, waiting for a train to pass by. Mind you, it's not in Japan but rather it's in Italy—a place the three of them grew up in. And so they knew better than anyone that the fastest way to Japan was with that train. No, you don't use that to cross the sea, but that train lead to a secret way to cross the continent, albeit dangerous and illegal.
The train shook the ground and created some cripple in the water, blurring his reflection. He looked down; he's now already twelve years old. It didn't need to go through much math to calculate how many years he left her behind. In these past years of training, he never visited her again. Not once. He decided that the next time he'll meet her is in the real world.
But that's just his selfish wish.
Now he has enough power to finally fulfill his dream and promise. But he secretly afraid of what would she react; would she cried out in fear, or would she throw him out for abandoning her?
A smirk formed on his lips. Well, either way, it's time for him to finish his promise with the girl. The smirk turned into a frown as the train drew closer, creating small waves on the clear water. But first thing first. Mukuro looked up and his eyes follow the train, "Let's go."
One…
…Two…
…Three…
Tsuna closed her eyes, in effort to focus her mind. She tried to imagine herself throwing rocks unto the clear surface of the water, or just count the number of ships jumping over the fences. But it's no use.
Tsuna sighed heavily as she open her eyes. She was tired. She was tired of having nothing to do—nothing to see, nothing to expect, and worst, she could practically see no end of this hollowness.
It has come to the point that she hoped she's dead so she could be free from such torture. Where's everyone when she needed them? Where is her father—who has promised to be with her always? Where is her mother—who always took her hand? Where is Mukuro—when what she needed more than anything right now was company?
Tears started to pour out from her eyes. It was the only feeling she has right now, but it became a routine. Her eyes will become sore and tight after she cried her heart out. And after that, it all repeated again; slowly tearing her down.
Tsuna looked heavenward with open eyes. The brown eyes see nothing but white. When… when will this end?
The hospital…
"How is…" Iemitsu didn't get to finish his sentence when the doctor shook his head, a frown on his face. Iemitsu's fists clenched as he looked another way, searching for a wall to hold him up. It's been six years. Six years since the accident and his daughter hasn't bat an eyelid.
That's not the only bad news too—it's been decided that if she's not awake by the end of the year, they'll kill her. It's brutal but that's the law. They just can't support a girl in an endless comma. But what could he do?
Every time he entered the room, seeing her in that awful state, he just wanted to apologize—to let her hear that he's sorry for not being there. Her body was growing despite the state she's in but it's not really going well; she's far too thin and too pale, not to mention small, compared to the normal children.
Iemitsu shut his eyes as he turned his heels to the door. He didn't have what it takes to face her again.
Drip.
Tsuna opened her eyes as she heard the distinct echo. Finally, a new thing in this place. But was that her imagination?
Drip.
Drip.
Tsuna's eyes snapped open, tired forgotten when he realized the sound was real. Her head glance around, trying to find out what produce the noise.
Then the sound of beeping—a very constant and weak beeping echoed next. Was it… machine? Her ears must've deceived her when she heard the chatters. No, it's not illusion; it's real words— real voices and conversations that she never heard.
She almost leaped with joy but soon realized there's nothing she should jump for. It was only voices. The place still white. Only white. She breathed out in disappointment but in big relief too, as she listened more carefully to the voices.
She manage to catch some words, despite it's mixed with Italy. Suddenly she felt alive. Or she could be in the verge of death right now? That probably could be it, but either case… she was more than happy to be out of here.
"Who are you?" Iemitsu glared with his gun on his hand. He pointed the black gun right toward the young teen's head in front of him. He never like to hurt children but he wouldn't let anyone suspicious came near his beloved daughter.
"Kufufu, like I said, I'm here to help you, or should I clearly point out that I'm here to help your daughter?" Mukuro shrug his shoulder almost nonchalantly. He just defeated no less than two dozen of men in a flash…
"You… what do you know about my daughter?" he asked threateningly. "Based on your answer I will-"
"I'm her companion," Mukuro interrupted the blonde's words before he snickered at his own words. "Well, I should say that I'm someone she accidentally walked to."
"What the…" Iemitsu muttered under his breath. "Don't test my patience child, my daughter has been in comma for six years and you're talking like she has been walking around and meet you at a midnight theater."
"Fuu, that's not far from the truth," Mukuro said. "And I'm here, whether you believe it or not, to fulfill my single promise to that girl—the little brunette."
"…" Iemitsu seemed to be in thoughts but didn't lower his guns. "What kind?"
"To free her," Mukuro said in an impressively determined tone, surprising the adults in front of him. "You don't think that her mind has been dead all these time, no?"
"…"
"… How can I know that I could trust you?" Iemitsu finally said, surprising the other men further. "How can I believe that she was living all along—but alone? How can I believe… that she's slowly dying?"
"Kufufu, I have no proof to that," Mukuro said before his eyes narrowed. "But I can assure you, that I'll do whatever it takes to get into that room. I'm not sure if I have to kill you all though."
"Don't get cocky brat, you think we'll be defeated by mere children like you?" The other men pulled out a gun from their suits.
"Let's see then," Mukuro beckoned to Chikusa and Ken. There would've been a nasty battle if not stopped by the brunette once again. Mukuro felt her… whispering in his mind. Mukuro opened his inner eyes and saw her; leaning over tiredly. Her lips were moving but there's nothing came out. Then to his surprise, a smile pursed on her lips a tear trailed down from her face. The voice came a second late.
'Goodbye…'
Mukuro's eyes snapped open and his body tensed. Iemitsu raised his eyebrow when the child in front of him stiffened before he looked up and cursed.
"S-Sawada-sama!" Another voice, this time belong to an old man, exclaimed as he slammed the door open. Iemitsu turned his head to see the panting doctor. "T-Tsunahime… her condition dropped—her heart's beat has plummeted below the standard and her blood pressure keeps dropping."
"…!" Iemitsu flinched hearing the news. Now, of all times…! Iemitsu looked at the teen doubtfully. Said teen also looked at him equally but that eyes were different from a while ago; they were fully determined. And those eyes that he'll break through even by force to get to Tsuna in this moment. But even if he resist…
A grunt before Iemitsu finally lowered his gun. "Alright, young man," Iemitsu said helplessly. "Show me that you're telling the truth."
Tsuna leant tiredly. It's time; she could feel it. Her power was diminishing and she felt it drained away from her. She wanted to say a final goodbye to Mukuro and her father but she found no voice.
She mustered up the power to open her eyes and stare at the blank space. Flashbacks rushed to her. If only… Mukuro was still here… she wanted to see that sunset once again.
Without warning, the world crumbled beneath her; shocking her to the core. A powerful energy pulled her out of the place. What…? Is it how it feels to die? Finally, your soul slipped away from reality? Tsuna clenched her teeth at the powerful force; what a strange sensation. But it feels…
Familiar?
Tsuna's eyes widen seeing the extremely bright light at the end of the path before it shut closely. Then the force grew worse; she felt like she's being tossed and crumpled by its magnificent strength. No, why should she suffer until the end?
Hang on.
She must've imagined it but she swore she saw the mist flames in distance. No way…
Close your eyes.
Tsuna was about to reply but what came out was a gasp as the air left her lungs. She reached out a hand toward the familiar flames.
Trust me.
No… she felt the last part of her left. And with that she closed her eyes and completely surrenders…
"…!" Tsuna snapped her eyes open and felt the familiar throb of heartbeat. She felt overly weak but she saw things she hasn't seen in a long while. Color—Brown. Black. Yellow…
"T-Tsuna!" A familiar voice came from beside her. She flinched when she find it very hard just to move her head. Her eyes widened and tears gathered and pour out from the corner of her eyes when she saw the blonde.
"D-dad…" Tsuna barely whispered. Said blonde clutched her hand, still in disbelief, as he too cried.
"Tsu-chan… my little angel…" Tsuna's cold hand finally felt warmth. And this one felt warmer than any she ever felt. A breath of relief escaped her lips.
"D-dad… don't… cry," Tsuna hoarsely whispered despite her own tears not stopping from falling.
"Looks like you're here, little rabbit," Tsuna's head perked up not because of the nickname… but rather the voice. Her eyes widened when she saw the familiar teen standing gallantly a few feet in front of her. He hasn't been so different, except his now-tall body.
"M-Mukuro!" Tsuna cried out hoarsely and tiredly. But a renewed power surged in her veins and she used all her will to sit up straight—well, helped by a few men of course. Much to their surprise, she stubbornly pushed her feet off the bed and to the floor.
Meanwhile, Mukuro stared at the brown orbs in amusement. Now, what would her reaction be? He surely saw the pure anger on her eyes, yes. So she's going to throw him out and-
Slap.
Mukuro's mismatched eyes widened in shock at the unexpected contact. The least he expected was her slapping him—right on the face. Much to the occupants' dismay, she quickly dropped on her knees, panting hard. Not yet recovered from the shock, Mukuro eyed the girl silently and saw tears dropped on the floor.
"Why…" she whispered, barely audible. "Why did you leave me… Mukuro…? All those years…"
"…" Now he saw the familiar scene once again. He soon remembered the first time they met and she cried but this time it was different… they're both here; in this world. And there has always been a longing inside of him…
He fell on his knee and slowly wrapped his arms around the small brunette's body, much to everyone's—especially Iemitsu—dismay. There were only soft hiccups for a while before Mukuro tightened his hold; this—this was what he's looking for. "…I'm sorry, Tsunahime."
"… You… idiot…" Tsuna gasped out as she tried to control her tears. She couldn't even lift her hands but Mukuro didn't let go. Not for the second time. This was right; they both knew it was. And they won't let anything separate them again—they won't let any of them suffer that oh-so familiar loneliness again. Mukuro closed his tired eyes and bury his face on the brunette's shoulder.
Finally, the long wait came to an end.
A/N: Blah, what an abrupt ending! And too anti-climax! If that's how you feel then I would re-make it perhaps. Haha anyway thanks for reading! It's finally coming to an end huh? Yup. But do look forward to an omake though haha. Perhaps. Mind leave a word or two?
P.s. which one do you think better fit to be Tsuna and Mukuro's child and tell me through PM or review:
a. Daemon Spade
b. Chrome
c. Fran
d. Mammon