Notes: First of all, in this story, places mentioned here is kinda...but please bear with it. You'll know soon...maybe. And there's a new character, just a minor. I know many of you hate OoCs especially those 'perfect' types, but I promise you, this one's not.

And also, I have lots of reason why I've just updated now. First, in our country, there were typhoons here, typhoons there, and so a brownout. I wasn't able to use the computer for a week or more and also there is a internet connection lost even after the typhoons had stopped. So...I hope you understand my late update.

I also have made the plot line of my story and it'll less than 20 chapters to finish the story. I hope you'll still look forward to it.

Tsuyoshi had noticed it. His only child had been restless these days. Not only that, but Takeshi was apparently going home alone this past two days, and always frowning, unlike his son's usual self. He never saw his son's two best friends, the one with gravity defying brown hair and the one with silver hair, with him anymore.

"Takeshi, what happened to your friends?" Tsuyoshi asked to his son that night while they were eating their dinner quietly in the kitchen. Yamamoto kept silent, yet he knew he must tell this to his father immediately.

"They...just suddenly disappeared, pops..." Yamamoto said, looking down. "And you know, not only them. Even Hibari and his gang disappeared too."

"Hey, they didn't get killed or caught in accident right or got kidnapped? Right?" His father worriedly asked.

"I really don't know, pops. The last time I saw Tsuna and Gokudera was two days ago," the baseball player said. "Well, that time I think they were talking about Hibari's weapon."

"What's with Hibari's weapon?"

"...It something called tonfa...well, I don't see any connection with it..."

"Maybe they went somewhere you when you weren't with them?"

"I've been always with them; I really don't know pops..." said the anxious baseball player. "...But I'm really worried..."

They then proceeded eating without any conversations. But both of them knew the uneasiness that resided among them.

And suddenly, Tsuyoshi thought of an idea.

"Hey, why don't we search for them this Saturday?" asked Yamamoto's father.

"You will really help me pops?" the baseball player's face brightened up.

"Yeah!"

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Saturday came, and the Yamamoto and his dad went on their search. Before they did so, they planned to split up and search the community. That morning, the black-haired player decided to check the school, as his father went to check the houses of his son's best friends. After that, they met up in their house that afternoon for lunch and discussed what they found and Yamamoto said that he found nothing strange. Hibari wasn't in school, and the Reception room was completely unlocked. He explored the room and he didn't found any single trace of Tsuna or Gokudera or of Hibari. Whilst Yamamoto's dad stated that the brunet's mother had been sick worried about what happened to her child. He also broke in Gokudera's house and just found an empty house with only piano in the living room.

After eating their lunch, they decided to go to random places. Yamamoto went to the hospital, church, and other buildings or institutions his friends might had been before. His dad decided to ask every villager's sightings of the Tsuna and Gokudera and also of the prefect, since everyone sure knew about the intimidating presence of Hibari.

Upon the end of the day, the two met again in their house and talked about what they found out. And only one of those had given them the slightest clue that one that Tsuyoshi learned from Tsuna's neighbor.

"Really? Why would Hibari go to such place?" Yamamoto asked in surprise. Of all places, he never expected the prefect to go to such place, though that place was always pretty deserted, unless some sort of exhibition was held.

"Who knows?"

"But pops, tomorrow let's go there! We might find something!"

"Sure."

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"Ok...so there was an exhibition of series of paintings here, and apparently the painting called "Grandeur" was the most famous..." Yamamoto stated as he started to read some sort of banner outside the museum.

"Let's take a look at those paintings, pops!" he exclaimed. For some reason, Yamamoto found himself curious from the said painting.

"Shut up! We're here to find clues for your friend's disappearance, Takeshi!" scolded Tsuyoshi as he looked at the other's eyes with anger.

"Maa, maa, calm down pops, I'm just joking," assured his child, though Yamamoto had really wanted to see the series of paintings. "First of all, let's go inside and see if they have some sort of log book here."

"You're right."

They opened the huge door of the enormous museum and were surprised that something as elegant as this place existed in a typical and conventional city like Namimori. The walls were painted gold and the statue stood as if they were just sculpted. Paintings were aligned in the walls and some antique objects were placed inside the glasses and there were some explanation posted near it. Well, as well-designed as it could be, the place was pretty deserted except for the two ladies who, maybe, took care of the entrance fees, and a security guard outside.

The two Yamamotos welcomed themselves inside as they briefly asked few questions to the lady as they simultaneously paid the fee. They also grabbed a map of the entire museum, which apparently had three floors, and the two examined the whole area for some trace of the younger's best friends or of Hibari. After they found nothing, the two decided to split up again. Yamamoto chose the second floor and his father was left no choice but to go to the highest floor. The baseball man had cleverly picked to go to the second floor where the painting "Grandeur", the one which interested him, resided, and he had really ran to see it. And the old man had no idea about that.

Alone in the middle floor, Takeshi hummed to himself as he scanned every painting he passed by, and some seemingly old antiques there. Some pictures and curios came from World War II and it was said in the descriptions they those were authentic. As he took a look at his map to wherever the painting of his interest might be, he found himself lost. He then stopped in the middle of some hallway and thought. He then dashed to nowhere as nothing came to his mind and then ended up in some zone where a really big painting was posted. And said in the bottom part of the mysterious painting – Grandeur: Le Grande Désespoir

And the black haired analyzed the whole painting.

His face displayed fear and hairs of his body rose. He felt shivering after witnessing the gigantic painting.

"What...the hell...?"

The first thing he saw in the painting was a surreal world he never knew would exist in this world. It was a blood-colored sky with creepy clouds and reversed colors of the environment. This didn't affect him much, for almost all paintings he had seen earlier were extraordinary. But after he just blinked his eyes, the painting disappeared and was changed into something related. It was a town; a very little town which stood in the middle of what you may call plain in the landscape. The colors of the environment were still alike the first thing he saw in the painting, and in the higher portion of it, the villagers flocked together, some faces which Yamamoto could see had fury in their eyes. Those villagers were throwing stone to a little boy with brown, spiky, gravity defying hair and petite body, which the baseball player thought looked like Tsuna. And Takeshi felt sorry for the boy. After observing this one, he wondered what magic trick the museum did and laughed it off. However, after witnessing the third one, his eyes grew wide, and he realized that what the painting had just showed wasn't a trick anymore. It's just impossible. He saw himself in the painting looking the painting itself in it. It looked like sketched, and it was portrayed as if you were looking the scenery from the left of Yamamoto. And the boy felt shivers down his spines and ran away. The painting gave him creeps!

Going down the first floor, he went to ask the ladies in the reception area what the hell happened to the painting. And both ladies chuckled and said that no one had complained about it, that some celebrities even went there and even praised the painting.

"...huh...?" Yamamoto groaned in frustration. Why was he only the one to see it? Or maybe he was dreaming?

"Hibari-sama also went here to see the painting and he never said anything, sir,"

After hearing Hibari's name being said, he suddenly remembered the reason why they went in the museum in the first place.

"Now that you've said it, what happened to Hibari?" asked Yamamoto as he somewhat slammed the divider. The ladies were slightly surprised.

"Hibari-sama...Well, he went here a few days ago, and asked us where the Grandeur is," said the lady in the left.

"And even after our shift in being the receptionist here, he didn't go out." added the lady in the right.

Yamamoto listened attentively.

"Hey, did the lady in charge at night say anything?" the lady in the left asked his partner.

"Now that you have mentioned it, she didn't tell anything! She was my best friend and she was really talkative. But she never told me that she saw Hibari-sama!" answered the other woman.

"So you mean he never got out of here?" Takeshi asked as he interrupted the two ladies.

"Apparently, yes." said the one. "But before we do open this museum, we always check all places, but we never found Hibari-sama or anybody here."

"That's strange..." stated the other girl.

"Is there some damaged wall or windows here?" the baseball player asked again. Knowing Hibari, he might be too lazy to even go downstairs and just shatter some glasses or walls to get out. But even so, Yamamoto knew the prefect loved Namimori so much that he couldn't do that.

"No...Why?"

"No-nothing..." So not...Yamamoto sighed as he looked again at the museum and then saw his father dashing towards him.

Reaching them, Tsuyoshi panted and grasped between his breaths that he didn't find anything. The two then went out of the museum and went home.

Upon going home, Yamamoto went to his room to change his clothes as he just realized he had taken some papers about the painting – all of them inserted in the pockets of his pants.

Despite what he saw that never left his mind until home, he was still curious about the enigma of the painting.

As he checked what was written in those papers, it included some sort of biography of the painter.

He read it.

Grandeur: Le Grande Désespoir

Artist : Suzanna Majestia Suzuluria

"What a complex name."

Suzanna Majestia Suzuluria was born in xxx AD, around the Middle Ages, where religion reigned in the artworks of every artists. She was blessed with exceptional talent of painting and she was considered Princess of Surrealism, because most of her artworks were exquisitely strange and unexplainable. During the time of chaos, however, Suzuluria continued to paint different sceneries close to elucidating events of the wars. Grandeur was her last painting, until she just disappeared. In the time of war, when Suzuluria's family was being attacked by soldiers of the Roman Empire, it was said that people just appeared and materialized from the painting and assaulted those soldiers. After the havoc, however, Suzuluria was then restrained by those people who came from her painting Grandeur and they dematerialized in front of the painting together. Many villagers had apparently received the news about the mystery and came to see her house. And most of them, after observing the painting posted on the wide wall, also disappeared. This was what was written in her mother's, Felary Augustus Suzuluria, diary, according to the historians.

"The heck? People came from the painting? Is her mother joking?" Even Yamamoto couldn't understand it. And he realized that the biography was too short, and only described the painting.

Above the biography had the picture of Suzanna – Yamamoto had to admit that the woman was really beautiful and with an elegant smile, and somehow it made him remember someone, though he couldn't really recall. The lady had brown hair and caramel eyes that showed serene and calm expression. The black haired man had thought that maybe of this woman's time, she was an idol in her hometown.

Just after that, Tsuyoshi called him for dinner and they ate as they talked about what they found out in the museum, but Yamamoto never told anything about Grandeur. Afterwards, he then went to his room again and went to bed. It was, after all, a very tiring day.

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And the next morning, Tsuyoshi was running in the town shouting "Takeshi, where are you?"...

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"Hey...will you help me?"

"Who are you?" Gokudera groaned as someone almost interrupted his rest.

"I'm...I...I'm..." and the girl began to cry. Gokudera's expression then softened and also he began to worry since a girl cried in front of him. He then sighed as he thought that he felt obliged about this.

"Ha...sorede, what do you need?" the silver haired asked unwillingly. "I'm kinda unfamiliar in this place, so don't expect much help from me,"

"T...thank you..." the girl stopped his sobbing as she wiped away her tears with his right hand. She then smiled.

"Huh..."

"Mu-mukuro-sama...I need to...find him..."

"Who's that?"

"My...brother..." the girl said. "P-please! I-I...he...onii-chan...might..."

Didn't she just address that Mukuro so formally with –sama?

"Fine...then tell me which way we'll go first..." Gokudera sighed. He didn't really want to do this. He needed to find his Juudaime.

No! I might encounter Juudaime in the way!

The girl started to walk to lead the way to the silver haired man. She was in front of Gokudera while the latter was looking at all sides as he might set eyes on Tsuna in that place.

The girl wiped his remaining tears in her eyes gently.

Gokudera noticed it.

But unknown to the man, there was a smirk.

A smirk that he couldn't possibly see from the girl's lips.

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It was a dark place...as only shadows could be seen from the two people who talked about something evil.

"It seems Chrome's job is going well...kufufu..."

"Why do you want that boy, anyway? He's just a trash!" a hoarse voice said. "Besides, don't forget our deal."

I don't give a damn about that deal...

"Kufufu...don't you think your beloved brother would suffer more if Sawada Tsunayoshi would saw him in his state?"

"Whatever. I just don't understand why you need that silver haired trash," and there was a clang of wine glasses. "You just need that trash you want to get in here right?"

"It's better if..." and the man with younger and smoother voice chuckled. "...Kyouya would see him half-dead, wouldn't it?"

"Gyahaha! You really never cease to amaze me, trash! That will really be good!"

Your laughs give me creeps...

After all of this, I'll give you hell as well...Toshi's damn successor, Xanxus...

Well, whatever, as long as I attain 'his' body...everything will sure end...

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The smirk from the girl grew wider.

"Hey, tell me," the indigo haired woman said in a gentle voice as she cupped her hands to the silver-haired's cheeks. "Who's your enemy?"

"My enemy..." Gokudera started in a deadpan voice.

"...is Sawada Tsunayoshi."

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