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{6927} "We no longer have any why suffer in search of something. "

Title: We no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn !
Rating: PG.
Pairing: TYL 69 x 27! (Mukuro x Tsuna Ten Years Later)
Betareader: yuja_cha
Notes & Warnings: Angst , Melancholy, Death! Character, What If? (Mukuro completely free.) OneShot {Other notes in the bottom of the fic.}

"Do not try something that does not exist, is not ..."

A dream.
Or maybe something more like a nightmare, to be honest. He did not know what to call it, noting that he could not really dream for a long time.
running a hand over his face, had looked around, recognizing his room even though it was pitch dark, a couple of entries outside had hinted the others were
not had the strength to stand up, let alone really wanted at that moment all he wanted was to go back to sleep ... maybe forever.
Finally, the voices were off, some footsteps signaled that the two had left and Mukuro found himself staring at the ceiling, still lying down.
Barely remembered what had happened until a few hours ago was the headquarters and had just received the news of the death of Tsunayoshi Sawada. Initially, he felt a sense of emptiness, of frustration and then again was followed by a very inappropriate gesture. He was laughed out loud.
Needless to say, as a reaction triggered his act in front of others: the Guardian of the Storm was approached in a threatening, in an attempt to beat him. Fortunately, Takeshi Yamamoto stopped him in time and even a cool guy and seconded as Hibari Kyouya glanced at him cold - not from him, but he had definitely noticed. To tell really do not matter to him, because he knew that nobody could understand him. He preferred to play then let her laugh like a crazy sadist who enjoyed the news of the death of a person.
probably a few years ago, could have considered that kind of person ... but not now, not really.
I do not see, but gave that look as repulsive and at times full of indifference actually felt a sense of emptiness, confusion, disappointment.

*** "I'll be back soon, I must simply sign a document. See you Later. "

Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled, while, with a clumsy gesture, trying to make the tie, but failed. With the ease Mukuro had approached. "Leave it to me. "In the room
sounded a familiar tune that Mukuro:" The Sonata for Violin in G minor ", better known as the" Devil's Trill . He loved the melody, the story fascinated him and he expressed the anguish, not to mention that he liked the sound of the violin. He was so taken by the melody that he had not realized the look of Tsuna in his, just as the reason intoned a cheerful *.
'end to tie the knot at the other, returned his look with curiosity. Tsuna had smiled in response "I'll be back really, do not worry..
Arrogant. It was the first thought that came to Mukuro's head. And of course he could not even hide, his thoughts: "What makes you think I'm worried about you? Do not kill even if you ask as a human shield, "- said with a smile on his lips hostile, stepping back to clear the closeness that had arisen.

The sound of the violin filled the grave silence that had been created between the two.
Tsuna had tried to utter a word but the look of the intimidating and Mukuro so she just smiled again, this time more sad.
The last thing he saw was his back: small and thin, the door close behind him while inside when a voice ordered him to stop because it certainly would not return alive. On the other hand the pride and at the same time she felt hatred for each other, the desire to destroy his fragile and his smile ... destroy the bond that was created between them, when Tsuna had decided to save his life and make it a free man.
would never have shown his gratitude even though he knew that, just next to standogli Guardian, unwittingly, he did.

Ridiculous, this time he thought of himself as he rose from the bed reaching to grope for the light switch, then the door and finally the corridor that led outside, where the rooms were located the other Guardians. The hall was practically empty, an eerie silence reigned, broken only by their footsteps. He walked without apparent half until he was in front of that door. Hesitantly raised his arm, holding the large door handles with a force that be whitened the knuckles. Finally, it was open.

sheets scattered on the desk, an empty coffee cup resting on the side, slightly lowered the blinds. The weather seemed to have frozen, locked forever in the morning where he read the report of the mission ended successfully Tsunayoshi where Chrome was blushing just smiling at both entry and wishing happy birthday to Mukuro ... yep, it was his birthday, or when Yamamoto Takeshi with the usual idiotic smile on his lips, he had proposed to go all together to celebrate the return of Tsuna the meeting.

seemed like a fairy tale, right? Although would categorically refused to celebrate his birthday, so as to stay a moment longer to Tsunayoshi together for a moment ... imagine how he almost might have been ...
While he was completely lost in thought , his eye fell upon a little book bound, apparently hidden under some papers without thinking twice and took him in her hands, observing the first Cover completely anonymous, then browse quickly with little interest.
Unlike its initial opinion, the interest grew when he saw that his name appeared several times. It was not hard to see that this little book was a diary ... the diary of Tsunayoshi , and there he was quoted several times.
blankly was sitting where he normally sat his boss, without a second thought, this is probably because he had often done when the other was still alive.
His eyes ran quickly latching inked pages from time to time to read an anecdote in particular interesting from the air.

"Mukuro does not consider itself part of our group, probably serve time. I will make every effort to ensure that you feel comfortable, not as a boss ... but as a friend. Mukuro I want to become my friend, I will give my best. "


" He always misunderstands everything. He does this because he wants me to hate him.
Obviously I underestimated, I'm not stupid enough to fall into his traps.
Mukuro I'll change my mind! "
The dark
had frowned, massaggiandosela several times as he read those words that could have been impudent look, but written by Tsunayoshi was impossible to see them so much.
She bit her lower lip several times and had almost the feeling of experiencing a familiar metallic taste mixed with saliva as he closed the diary of shooting, he is prevented by a slight film over his eyes that prevented him from continuing. It might be tears?
With the fear of being noticed by someone, knowing full well to be alone, he looked down, covering the upper part of the face with his hand, waiting for the feeling of frustration pass.

"Mukuro you have always the expression of a child who is about to cry, but he never does ... as if to prove something to someone.."


some reason, just then, came back to mind a few words and one scene in particular that took place that morning. It was not enough time "no", now also had to put the memories in between!
"Do not make fun Tsunayoshi-kun, the brat frignone between us you have always been you." Was his direct response to that statement, while the gaze of the other replied with a mischievous smile on purpose to tease Tsunayoshi shown that, as expected, was sulking.
He loved to tease. He did it because he knew the feelings of others, had repeatedly spied on while sleeping, heard her name in his sleep ... in those moments he could only think how to find him pathetic.

E 'bad he wants to "good" to even consider you a person who, right Tsunayoshi-kun?

I hated it after being released he had felt a sense of gratitude toward the other. He could possess the body, forcing him to destroy his dear friends, let him die in the worst way, and finally put an end to his life.
would be so easy to destroy what little body so frail, that boy is too naive to believe that he could really be changed.
I hated it then unwittingly made him his slave. Not literally because it would never have asked anything like that, but from that day, spent in a bed in the infirmary of the headquarters with his hand tight in his, he understood that it could not go ... had even think that after protect it seriously would be the perfect excuse to make that her body became its own.

His eyes had settled on the old turntable that Tsuna held in camera. It was not surprising that object even if it took a strange sense of melancholy and had lowered the needle to natural cutting letting the sound of a melody now known fill the night air.
The trill of the devil ... I wonder if making a pact with the devil would have revived Tsunayoshi? The thought was so stupid that he could not help laughing again, especially because For years he was considered the demon of the situation. a demon that can not even do something as simple as protecting a miserable human being ...?

"For a moment I almost feared that Sawada had turned into a zombie or a ghost."
A voice from the tone pot had spoken with sarcasm well hidden that phrase, when his eyes had crossed that of the Guardian Cloud would have wished for a moment and then disappear ... because he had not done? Indeed it could!
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but Hibari's just me>. He tried to
rise dall'impiccio hoping that the other levasse feet as soon as possible and certainly not approached due to seeing more of what state he was.
"I heard the music ... you and Sawada had a taste for the macabre."
could not stand the irony, especially talking about a dead person. , how to politically correct Mukuro! Almost was moved to his own thought.
"Oh yeah, speaking of macabre tastes ... we all know the myth of Hibari Kyouya" The tamarro Saturday night. "He had ventured that line almost hoping for a horrible knee-jerk reaction by the other, but strangely Hibari was limited to a soft yawn.
"Even your jokes are horrible, I go to bed and please yourself eclipsed. I'm dead tired and would like a bit 'of silence ... "she pronounced the word" silence "at a glance cold" He's in the infirmary if you want to see him one last time. "
That this last sentence was discharged with a final yawn, strangely without raging at him as you normally would do, but better not ... So Far he wanted to fight.

O probably had not the strength.

Tsunayoshi Sawada loved being around people: it was not the kind of guy who talked a lot, but seemed to suffer when he was alone.

Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled often, he did even in difficult times and his smile was the strength of all ... even to Mukuro.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was a person too fragile. Because of its fragility was dead and would never smile like that it was not about whether people who loved him.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was a liar arrogant because he had promised he would return, which would have celebrated his birthday and that would give him a goodnight kiss, thanking God, if it really existed, of having been given a life so wonderful ... now when he was lying lifeless in a white coffin.

floor shook the hand of the helpless boy, suppressing a groan of disappointment to himself - he had promised not to give in - as he looked at his face drawn into a slight smile for all eternity.

"Tsunayoshi ... do not try something like my feelings or my affection, because are all illusions, there are no ....»

"You're wrong Mukuro, now we no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something. "* Note

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We no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something. : The quotation is from the beautiful manga "God Child" by Kaori Yuki.
If it was not clear Tsuna refers to the fact that by now should Mukuro smettela torment because of his torture are unfounded.