Author's Note: ...vent...

Reborn sat at the table, quietly sipping his coffee. He stared up at Timoteo, his lifelong friend, enemy and everything in-between. "Are you sure he can handle our lifestyle?" He asked, ignoring his student's shrieks and flails as he tried to escape the pit-trap Reborn set up in the training room that they were observing on the monitor.

"Some people can handle living in our world—others cannot." Timoteo answered cryptically. From the corner of his eye, Reborn saw Iemitsu frown.

"Which is Tsunayoshi?"

"Well, we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Figures. This was the exact reason Reborn would never serve Timoteo directly—the old bastard played with too many lives. "…you're taking a gamble here, Timoteo—one that is far too random. Are you sure you want me to train him in the way you're advising?" It was far too cruel—to force Tsuna to kill when Reborn knew he wasn't ready. None of the tenth generation was ready to deal with the weight of blood on his hands.

Timoteo turned old, fragile looking eyes onto the Arcobaleno. Reborn was not fooled. "He is the Vongola's last hope, Reborn. He will either save the Vongola or he'll destroy it."

Reborn's lips thinned. "…have you ever taken into account what the Vongola will do to him?"

"That is a risk I'm willing to take."

The cup in Reborn's hand shattered. Tsuna wasn't ready.

But what Vongola wanted, Vongola got—regardless of the consequences.

"I can't do this anymore, Reborn. I'm sorry."

"Tsuna—wait!"

"Goodbye."

BANG!

Reborn closed his eyes, Leon in his hand.

He had been right. Tsuna hadn't been ready. The guilt of taking the life of another person weighed too heavily on his too-small shoulders and he ended his own life to make it stop.

The Vongola had destroyed Tsuna in the end.

And now, Reborn was going to destroy the Vongola.

All this time spent in vain, of wasted years, of wasted gain.

All is lost, not even hope remains, but this war is not over.

I will avenge you, my love.

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Owari.