He stood alone, or as alone as he was on a pile of dead bodies. Some were still breathing, but he doubted they would last much longer.

"The sky… How weird, I can't see the sky clearly today."

Murmured the young man who tilted his head up, gazing at the sky through the very big, prominent gap on the ceiling. It was snowing that day, some crystal snowflakes perked lightly on his exposed nose. The young man giggled a little to himself, thinking of how funny the phrase 'Jack Frost nipping on his nose' sounded, then brought his hand up to wipe at his reddened nose. The only thing he managed to do is to smear more of some dark red substance on his face.

"Juudaime" Someone called. And a chorus of his name rang out in the middle of the silence.

Hearing the sound of his name being called, Tsuna looked through the empty space where glasses used to be, finally catching sight of his Guardians running toward him. They were still outside the ballroom though. Had yet to see the full extent of the massacre he had made.

His favorite suits were no longer white but dyed blood red. He lost his cape somewhere in the middle of the fights. The blood splashed on his face only served to make him look more terrifying. His eyes red-rimmed, wild with veins popped out, glowing orange in the dimmed light. His hair was a mess, spiky brunet locks that his Family enjoyed running through with their hands so much, darken with dripping blood. The Sky Flame on his forehead- once shone with pure determination, now dark, splotchy and sickly, flickered out just before the Guardians reached the main entrance to the ballroom.

They are here already? That's terrifyingly fast.

His Guardians stopped just outside the gapping, breaking-apart wall, petrified by the sight before their eyes. Never before in their mafioso life did they witness such destruction caused by one man alone, not even Byakuran's could compete: the ceiling was blown away, patches on the wall were still burning, or smoking or simply had burned out. Little glass blocks and cubes everywhere. Tables broken into pieces. Food thrown all over the place. The thick, nauseating stench of blood and burnt flesh was delivered directly into their nose and mouth, making their eyes water. Some gagged uncontrollably, namely Chrome and Lambo. Even HIbari- who was well-known for mass destruction looked a little bit put off by the sheer number of fatalities the brunet had made all by himself.

And standing in the middle of his own handiwork was their beloved Boss.

The brunet dropped onto his knees, panting heavily, clearly in pain and weakened by exertion. Yet none of his dear Guardians moved a muscle, all of them instead frozen in shock. The young boss did not blame them, however, it did not mean he was not hurt by their reactions. In fact, it cut him deep enough that he almost lost the will to cling onto consciousness right now.

His head throbbed. He felt so dizzy and tired, everything, including his Guardians, kept swimming and waving in front of his eyes. The heat in his blood hadn't faded, heating up his whole body in the most torturous way. He never felt this bad, not even when Daemon broke all the bones in his body. It was the feeling of being helpless, not even in control of his own body that did him in. Biles rose up in his throats as he gagged, using the last of his strength to hold everything in. Eventually he lost the fight and retched out, his sickness mixed with blood splattered all over the bodies on the ground.

Someone finally moved and approached his sinking form fast. However he had lost the ability to discern whose arms he eventually fell into, giving in to the merciful darkness at last. The last thought on his mind before sweet emptiness took over was how sorry he was, for them to see him at a stage like this.

Even though he regretted none of it.