When the Sky Disappears (R27)
It was ironic how Rebornâs flame attribute was Sun. âThe sun that brightly shines upon the Family, destroying misfortune whilst sacrificing their body for the sake of their Family.â That was definitely not Reborn. But still, if being the Sun meant that he was always the closest with his Sky, then Reborn wouldnât mind being his Skyâs Sun. He wouldnât mind being his Skyâs everything.
Perhaps it was the opposite; Rebornâs Sky was his everything. His Sky was his home. No matter what Reborn did, his Sky would be waiting for him to come back, waiting to welcome his with the Skyâs warm embrace.Â
His Sky was also his Sun, brightly illuminating Rebornâs dark world. Shining and revealing the most wonderful things that was drowned by the mafiaâs darkness.
His Sky was his Storm, always standing beside Reborn throughout an attack. Continuously watching out for him, never resting.
His Sky was his Rain, that blessed Rain that washes away his worries, anger, sadness, and loneliness. Reigning in tranquility whenever conflict arises.
His Sky was his Cloud, forever free from the underworldâs restraints. The independent Cloud that would always protect Reborn even in the smallest ways.
His Sky was his Lightning, always being the sacrifice just to protect him. Withstanding the pain with a sad smile.
His Sky was his Mist, creating the most precious memories from something as simple as nothing. Always trying to deceive him by trying to put up the Skyâs brightest smile.
His beloved Sky was his everything.
Reborn glared at the body in front of him. Disgusting. He didnât even know why he associated with this weakling. It was stupid of him to let his emotions take control of him. How weak his emotions must be, to choose this trash to cling on to.Â
âTch.â Reborn sneered and kicked the corpse further away from him. He took out a silver revolver, it felt uncomfortable in his hands since he was used to have Leon and Leon only to be his weapon. But unfortunately, the green shape-shifting chameleon refused to turn into a weapon to harm the owner of the now dead body.Â
The lone hitman was in the Vongola Decimoâs office in the Sicilian Headquarters in Italy. The whole mansion was in ruins, including the office, with an angry fire engulfing anything within its reach. Massive explosions were heard one after another. Reborn smirked, at least the Decimoâs guardians shared the same opinion as he did: Sawada Tsunayoshi did not deserve to live.Â
Reborn strode over to the dead body that he kicked away. He wanted to make sure to give the corpse Hell, similar to the Hell he went through tutoring and molding the trash to be fit to become the Vongola Decimo.
He laughed at the pathetic corpse, he laughed at how pathetic the Decimo used to be when he was a teenager and how pathetic the Decimo is now. Or should he say was?
Sawadaâs body was flipped over by the hitmanâs left foot. Revealing the face of the Decimo. There was an empty whole right in between the Decimoâs soulless and still open eyes. Reborn smirked to himself, of course, the Greatest Hitman in the world would be able to execute such a weak figure without any effort.Â
He scanned the 20 year oldâs face. The same face that held the smiles that lit up his world. The same face that would scrunch up in worry whenever he came home as a bloody mess. The same face that laughed whenever Reborn hugged him from behind. The same face the Reborn fell in love with.
Reborn scolded himself, did he seriously still care for this waste of space?!Â
With a disappointed sigh, Reborn aimed at the corpseâs heart. He wasnât satisfied until he did so. In a quick second, a bullet went right through the Decimoâs heart.
Reborn turned around and left in a hurry. If he didnât he was sure that he wouldâve cried, something he never did before and doesnât wish to do now. He didnât glance back either, because he was scared. Scared that the newly shed tears on the Decimoâs face would mean that he was still alive.
It was the perfect scene. The perfect scene to be spending with his loved one. This exact scene that the two of them used to love. It was the intricate last dance of pure orange fire in the sky. The orange fire that surrounds the setting sun.
Reborn closed his eyes, he could almost hear his loved onesâ harmonious laugh as if he were right there beside him.
âBeautiful, isnât it?â Tsuna would laugh out, âItâs like the two of us, right, Reborn? The Sky and the Sun, always together!â
But what happens when the Sun no longer has a Sky to shine with? Would it break down for all eternity?
Reborn wishes that his Sky was still his wonderful, beautiful Sky, he wished that after everything he put his Sky through, that his precious Sky would still accept him, forgive him. But how can Sawada Tsunayoshi forgive him when he was dead? When the one who was asking for forgiveness was the one who ended his life.
The hitman took off his fedora, something which he only did in front of Tsuna and Tsuna only, and laid it down on the bouquet of yellow Camelias in front of him. The flowers of Longing.Â
The tombstone behind the bouquet was just as elegant and beautiful as the flowers themselves. Reborn mournfully traced the engraving on the stone slab. And for the first time in his life as a hitman, he shed a tear.
                        Sawada Tsunayoshi
                         Vongola Decimo
                          The infinite sky,
              Whose innocent laughter can never be tainted.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO REBORN AND TSUNA!!!
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