Sorry this took so long, but I was STUCK.

Anyways, here it is!

"Sawada Tsunayoshi," Mukuro called out, poking his head into Tsuna's room. "I've got news I think you would be pleased to he-"

Oh wait.

That's right.

Tsuna wasn't there anymore.

Life was rather unlively without Mukuro's favorite fish around.

Mukuro chuckled to himself. "I think it may be time to make a little visit..."

Taking one last look at the deserted room, he walked out. The bed had a cold, unfriendly look to it; as it was, it hadn't been slept in for several months. A thin sheet of dust layered the desk; during his depression, Gokudera had been neglecting the care he would have otherwise taken to wipe everything clean. Otherwise, everything was in the same order as it had been before Tsuna's death. The drawers sat neatly in their places, with no signs of the intense search they had undergone for the letters Tsuna had left for everyone.

Ah, yes... The letter.

To Mukuro, my pineapple friend,

You'll probably figure out what happened. You always do. Hehe, you'll always will, if I know you.

I know I can't control you. In a way, you're like the clouds. The mist comes and goes as it pleases - like you.

Anyways, do what you think is right. I know you're not a bad person. you just have strange ways of expressing things, you know? But, you'll find a way in any circumstance, so, I'll trust you, again and always.

See you on the other side of the cycle.

- Tsunayoshi

P.S. Too bad Mukuro. You lose. Maybe you can play again - one day.

P.P.S. Remember what we talked about before? My wish... I think it would be good for Chrome.

"Chrome, are you ready?" Mukuro called, straightening his leather jacket.

"Yes, Mukuro-sama," Chrome said, entering Mukuro's room. She held two indigo flowers in her hand.

"Let's go then."

As they passed through the long hallways, the eerie silence pounded in their ears. Usually, there was an angry Gokudera hanging around, yelling furiously at Lambo, and also a Tsunayoshi trying to calm Gokudera down and to cheer Lambo up. Or, Yamamoto would be laughing with Tsuna or pissing Gokudera off inadvertently. Ryohei would occasionally stop Tsuna in his tracks to roar boisterously and to show off his new moves. Even Mukuro, from time to time, would lurk around the shadows, pondering the world and planning out his dictatorship over the world.

But now there was nothing.

Mukuro felt a strange twang in his chest. He frowned and held his hand to his heart. What was this strange, alien feeling?

He shook his head and didn't worry about it.

As he and Chrome walked through the door, they saw Gokudera walking across the dead-ish lawn, coming towards them.

"Chrome Dokuro," Gokudera said in the toneless voice he had been using for the past few days. "A letter for you. From the..." Gokudera shoved the envelope into Chrome's hands and hurried away.

"Oya? What is it, my dear Chrome?"

Chrome shrugged and tore the envelope open. She hastily opened the letter:

Dear Chrome,

I'm sorry. That's all I can really say. But, if all goes well, we all might be happy?

Try your best! Be careful, and make sure Lambo doesn't get into trouble; I-Pin too.

Good luck!

- Tsuna

"Stupid boss..." Chrome whispered, crumpling the letter up and shoving it into her coat. "How can any of us be happy when you're dead?"

"Kufufufu... Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun, it looks like things have finally come to an end, na?" Mukuro chuckled sadly. "Although what did you mean... I lost? I'll have another chance?"

Mukuro sat down beside Chrome, both of their backs leaning against the cold, wet wood of the coffin. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift away to the time back when Tsuna had bribed Mukuro's way out of the Vendicare.

"Please?"

The Vendice shook its head, slowly, so slowly. Tsuna ran his hand through his hair and glanced at Mukuro who was chained in the tank.

"500,000 yen," Tsuna bargained.

The Vendice raised its chin, as if scorning the offer.

"Juudaime... I think that's a bit too little," Gokudera whispered into Tsuna's ear. "Although I would pay less than 1 yen for that bastard."

Tsuna chuckled.

Kufufufu... Sawada Tsunayoshi, you really came?

Pfft, Tsuna answered in his head, Of course I did. Are we not going to continue our little game?

Game...?

Shut up. Tsuna frowned. "How about... a million?"

The Vendice shook its head, its bandages whirling loosely around its head.

"Juudaime... Maybe we can just leave him here to rot and die?" Gokudera whispered fiercely and energetically.

"Like hell we can. Mukuro's part of the gang too, Gokudera-kun," Tsuna hissed back. Tsuna took out his check and a pen. "I think 1,200,000 is a sufficient amount, no?" Tsuna said, slowly placing the checkbook on the table.

The Vendice made no sound, but brought a scythe from thin air and slammed it down, millimeters away from Tsuna's hand. It shook its head angrily.

Kufufu... Are you sure you want to do this? Mukuro mused.

Uh... do you WANT to stay here for the rest of your life, Mukuro? Tsuna grinned maliciously,\ and started to put away his checkbook. He looked as if he were thoroughly enjoying tormenting Mukuro.

KUHAHAHA, no, no, Tsunayoshi-kun, please, do continue, Mukuro hastily said. Damn brat, when did you get so bold?

Tsuna laughed. "Vendice... How about I add another zero to this and add 7 to the 2 and we call it a deal?"

Had the Vendice been able to, Tsuna was sure that it would be licking its lips. It held up five fingers.

"Five? Five billion, do you mean?"

The Vendice nodded eagerly.

"Juudaime, I don't trust it. Heck, you can't even SEE it," Gokudera hissed.

Tsuna grinned sheepishly, but said, "It's not your money, Gokudera-kun."

Oya...?

"Fine, deal. Done. Release Mukuro before I sign it," Tsuna ordered.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi... That game..." Mukuro murmured.

"Mukuro-sama..."

"Hah, I guess we still play then, Tsunayoshi-kun," Mukuro laughed weakly.

Tsuna smiled and sat down by Mukuro's bed. He patted his arm and said, "That game? The one to win my body? Don't think you'll win, Mukuro..."

"Kufufu... I won't lose... world domination..." Mukuro said sleepily, forcing his eyes to stay open

"Hehe... We'll see..." Tsuna got up. He smiled warmly and said, "Now then, sleep..."

"Kufufufu... I see now, Tsunayoshi-kun..." Mukuro laughed.

Chrome looked at Mukuro.

"Chrome, let's go now. I'm sleepy and hungry," Mukuro stretched and got up.

"Of course, Mukuro-sama..." Chrome got up as well, taking one last glance at the coffin, which now had a blue flower and two indigo flowers on its lid.

Sawada Tsunayoshi... another chance at this game? Another chance to win your body? Oya, oya... how intriging... Mukuro thought as he walked back to the Vongola mansion, arm in arm with Chrome, who was wallowing in her own thoughts.

Another chance, hm? Another game... Mukuro laughed aloud as everything clicked into place. Chrome looked up at Mukuro who smiled at her.

I see now, oh yes, I see. I have to get you back, don't I? In order to win. Don't worry, Tsunayoshi-kun... I won't lose.

Not this time.

Chrome sighed and opened the door to her balcony. She stepped onto it and the wind ruffled through her air.

The Boss was gone.

The person who had accepted her even when his friends distrusted her. The one who cared about her, more than anyone else did... except for Mukuro. But Mukuro didn't count. Mukuro... was always there...

"Boss..." Chrome whispered into the silent night air. She looked up at the starry sky and saw a shooting star.

A shooting star... One time, a long time ago, when she had a babysitter, her babysitter had told her a story about shooting stars and stars themselves.

"Maki! Maki!" Nagi giggled, tugging on her babysitter's sleeve. "Look! It's a shooting star!"

"Yes, Nagi, a shooting star," Maki said. Her hands stroked the grass on the hill they were on as her eyes studied the stars with a sad gleam in her eyes. "They say many things about shooting stars..."

Nagi looked up and Maki with large eyes. "Like what?"

Maki ignored this part and said, "I think... stars are made from the souls of people special to someone..."

"Wah... really?" Nagi said. But, relentlessly, she pursued her question. "But what do they say about shooting stars?"

Hesitating, Maki said, "some of them say that when there's a shooting star, someone has died... Some say it's the birth of a child and that a soul is being brought down from the heavens to give life to that baby... And others say it's a bad omen as well..."

"What does Maki think?" Nagi asked suddenly.

"Me?" Maki asked, startled. Nagi nodded. Maki looked out into the distance and shrugged. "I believe two things... a wish being granted... and..."

"And...?" Nagi asked.

"A wish being granted..." Maki murmured, "And a happiness of the stars..."

Chrome sighed, shaking herself out of her memories. A granted wish? Only children would believe in things such as that. Yet, she couldn't help it. The magic of those tiny lights were too alluring, too... too magical. It was almost like an illusion; confusing, intoxicating, enigmatic...

Stars, are you listening? She shook her head with a wry smile. I'm being silly.

But the stars twinkled at her, almost as if they were letting her know that they were indeed listening to her thoughts; that they were waiting for her wish.

...Will you listen? she found herself asking again. Because I have a wish...

She swore she could hear the stars muttering among themselves, but she shook her head and frowned, knowing that it could only be the wind rustling past the bare branches.

I'll tell you what it is... but only if you don't laugh...

The stars whispered to each other in that beautiful language of theirs; that music too beautiful to be music; those rustles almost too faint to be heard. Chrome strained her ears, belief blossoming deep in her chest - she didn't care if it was childish anymore; as long as there was a chance her wish could be granted, she didn't care.

I wish...

The stars seemed to freeze in the very sky itself, like they were waiting with bated breath for Chrome to hesitantly spill her hopes and wishes. Slowly, heart pounding in her throat, Chrome whispered out her one wish with a small voice.

"I wish... to talk to boss one more time."

She could swear that she heard the stars as they muttered to each other.

Is she done?

Is that all?

Is that all she wants?

How unusual.

I'm here... one star whispered faintly.

Look, he's here.

Can she hear him?

Maybe. Or not.

Chrome...

Boss... will you talk to me one last time? Chrome pleaded to the stars. It's so... lonely... Are you up there? Chrome smiled sadly. What was she doing, acting like a kid, wishing upon a shooting star?

... I... I just wanted to thank you... for everything... for taking care of me... and trusting me...

Chrome shook her head angrily, blinking back tears and swallowing down the lump in her throat.

Can... can I talk to her?

Her ears perked up; she must be imagining it.

What...?

Just... just a few words... just a few...

The stars buzzed, creating a noise like one would make if they ran their hand over a keyboard.

.. Very well... only a few... decided the oldest star.

Deciding that this was all a childish prank her mind was playing on her, Chrome turned around a swept open the doors to the balcony. The wind blew past her in a strong gust, whipping her hair around her face, slapping her skirt against her legs, and carrying down from the sky a small, faint voice that made her stop in her tracks.

Don't worry, Chrome...

"Eh?" Chrome whipped around. "Boss...?"

Thank you, too.

Disbelievingly, Chrome glanced around, searching for the source of the voice. Unable to find it, she shook her head. "I... I'm going to sleep..."

Yes, sleep, the stars crooned. Music sounded faintly in the distance; a soft serenade that bid her goodbye. Sleep...

Sleep well, Chrome...

As Chrome closed the doors to the balcony, Mukuro stepped out from the shadows, eyes gleaming strangely in the darkness. He turned his bemused gaze to the sky, considering it for a brief moment before turning away again.

"Are you happy now, Sawada Tsunayoshi?"

A star shot across the sky.

Edited August 8, 2011.

I thought it was kinda childish, badly written, and poo. Oh well... Reviews please? Suggestions for the next person to write about? Constructive criticism?

Thanks for reading! Thanks to all reviewers, alerters, and favoriters! Maybe next time will be faster? :D

Thanks to 7sodeno shirayuki7 and grenouille-85 for ideas, even if I didn't use them!