Disclaimer Notice! I do not own the francise – Katekyo Hitman Reborn. What I do own though, was this crazy plot twist of the canon story that my twisted mind formulated plus the additional character I inserted to give color to this story.

Author's Note! Finally! It's Reborn's time to shine! Will they finally unravel the mystery of those attacks? I just hoped so~

THE SKY WITHOUT ITS ELEMENTS

A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fan Fiction

Chapter Ten

The Greatest Hitman

(Part One)

October 23rd …

Yamamoto felt a force in his shoulder, shaking his body. He growled in response, too sleepy to think of a proper response. Why does my body feel so heavy? Why do my eyes remained close?

He then heard whispers, probably talking about him. On a daily occasion, he wouldn't have responded since it would probably just be his father murmuring to himself, but when he heard the word 'attack', his eyes instantly snapped open. Hazy thoughts were pushed against the back of his head as his body readies itself for a defense. 'It's probably just a burglar thing...' a part of his head reasoned. Go back to sleep. 'Even if it's a simple thief, I wouldn't risk it...' he conditioned himself. His hand searched for his bamboo stick, his primary weapon given by his loving father who he had no prior knowledge that he had been a master of a secret technique.

When he hasn't felt it, panic rushed through him. Where is it?! His mind screamed in panic. His heart beating to fast as adrenaline rushed through his veins.

All of a sudden, he felt someone grabbed his shoulder. He yanked back out of instinct and threw a punch. However, his fist was caught. Who-?

"Stay down, Yamamoto.." the figure spoke. It sounded nothing like his father. Who are you? He remained silent.

He focused his gaze and finally the blurry image started to become clear. He could see the figure more clearly. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes (A/N: tell me if I'm wrong), and a tattoo on his shoulder. Now, who is a match for that description?

Ah! Of course! The self proclaimed older brother of their sky...

"Dino!" His voice sounded like a girl, squeaking. The person - Dino - laughed whole heatedly. "Ahaha! Glad you remember me, Takeshi" He spoke softly. "Ahaha...sorry for attacking you earlier. It was…well, out of habit.." he tried reasoning out his panicking. Dino simply shook his head. "No worries. After all, you've been...played with" his voice grew darker.

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by...played with?" He asked, hoping for a better response. Something inside him told him that he shouldn't pry any longer for such would lead to a drastic circumstance. But he paid no heave to that thought. He needed to knew. For the sake of his curiosity, and for the sake of everyone else.

How could it be…for everyone else?

What good will it bring?

More questions lead to more pain...

Forget it, and everything would be back to normal...

As normal as it could get…

"Takeshi! Takeshi!" He was being summoned. He snapped back to reality. He saw Dino shaking him rather harshly. "I'm fine..." he replied, still lost in his thoughts.

After a few moment, Hayato felt his hand pulled by a force. His eyes widened. "Ah..." he softly moan as he felt the pain of being yanked upward. "Uh...bulking horse? What are you-?" Before Gokudera Hayato could finished his sentence, Dino placed a finger on his lips, shutting him completely. "Look, stay calm for this Gokudera. Reborn is waiting at the kitchen, we should probably head there right now, who knew what the hitman would do once he get too bored?"Dino smiled, comforting the storm guardian. "And Reborn would explain things to clear things up too, Takeshi" he said as he turned his eyes to him.

Yamamoto found himself nodding. His eyes trailed on Gokudera - his long companion – who is in a very similar situation like him.

Don't ask…

Don't answer...

Things would be better that way…

He heard the same voice whispered in his ears. Unbeknownst to him, it was the same exact words running through his long companion, and probably the same to all of the other four guardians.

Reborn sighed as he checked his watch again. Ten minutes. His old student, the Chavellorone's heir - Bulking horse Dino, has wasted ten minutes for simply waking up the two slacking guardians. Another five minute, and he would break their agreement and wake those two himself, harshly. What else would you expect? The greatest hitman wasn't known for having long patience. He was known for having a very, very, very short temper.

Speaking of temper, curious as to why and who dared enough to anger a professional assassin? Well, to make the story short, those two slackers upstairs- the storm guardian, Gokudera Hayato and the rain guardian, Yamamoto Takeshi - the two imbecile he (and the head of CEDEF ) had carefully picked amongst thousands to be assigned as guardians of the next heir of the Vongola ( the most powerful mafia in the world) were slacking. In Reborn's eyes, everything was wasted. He gritted his teeth. God knows what punishment he'll give to those two.

Let's have a little flashback on Reborn's life so we could see firsthand what made him so displeased of the persons he once had been so proud with.

October 22nd

Earlier Morning

"Please...please...have mercy..." a fat man wearing a white suit choked as he begged for his life. He was down on his knees, with blood pouring out from his lips, and bruises adoring his cheeks. A gun was pressed against his head. The metal felt so cold. He shivered in fright.

"Ple-please..." his voice was trembling. He heaved a heavy sighed, trying to control his rapid breathing. But no matter how much he tried to assess the situation, one cannot stop himself from rattling in front of the death himself.

He then chose to close his eyes, silently praying for a miracle. One miracle. Whatever cost in needs, even if it means dealing with the devil himself. He would risk it. He would risk contacting evil if it could save his life and make him see the daylight once more. Oh, once he saw the sun again, he would kiss it and he would forever be thankful of having yet another chance to be shined by the hot ray of the sun.

The sound of a gun being loaded broke him out of his thoughts. "My...God..." he gulped. 'This is the end, I'm going to die' he thought to himself.

All of a sudden, he heard the man chuckled. He looked up and saw the holding the gun lowered his arm.

Had the miracle he longed for happened? A smile formed in his face. 'Yes! Yes! Finally some mercy!' His mind screamed in glee. All of a sudden, his thoughts turned dark.

'Yes…yes took pity on me. That's the one mistake you'll make. Once I've been given the chance to attack you, don't think for a second that I will cower and hide in the corner. I would not cower in fear once I held the gun myself. And you will be sorry to cross swords with me. As they say, payback's a bitch. And I shall prove it to you...'

But first, he had to act innocently. Yes, he had to be a little patient and he had to put an effort for his acting skills. He had to look pitiful of course, so he could further own this man's sympathy.

As if he had any...

He noticed the man smirked, a smirked that made his blood ran cold. "Look at you..." the man spoke, his voice full of venom. The fat-man eyes widened, his head started to perspire. "You're acting like a lost puppy. Hoping you could grab my sympathy?" He saw the man pointed the gun at his head again, in between his eyes."Well, you're a bit optimistic"

He knew that his luck had long expired. He shouldn't have hoped any better. Why should he? The man in front of him was known to be sadist. The one who claimed to be the greatest hitman in the world. The one who had tutored two mafia bosses of the greatest mafias in the world.

Guess there's no point in hiding then? He let his smirk of malicious be visible. The first time he saw that green gun, urgh! Curse his clumsiness.

"I shall reserve a special place for you there Reborn..." He said, as if he had expected where he shall be when death had claimed him. The man smirk, his eyes burning in the dark.

"Looking forward to it..."

A loud bang broke the long silence. The fat-man's body lay limp on the floor with his chest now bearing a bullet. Death slowly reclaims his prize. The fedora wearing man blew the smoke out from the gun, feeling victorious now that he had finished his last assignment. Finally, he had a chance to visit his favorite toy – er – student again. His smirk widened.

As he turned to leave, he tossed a coin at the corpse.

"There...some tip"

Author's Note! There! The part one of THE GREATEST HITMAN. Part two will come soon, more clues as to what really happen on that day.