Title: Let Me Leave Three Words Behind

Rating: M

Warnings: OC included, Character death

Note: Hm, I've always been thinking about the best way to portray this story, and yet I still can't seem to find the right method….or the correct sequence of events.

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

01: Blood Stained Memories

Head shoved against the warm chest, he could hear the short pants of his father. The hammering of running feet echoing in his ears, hushed whispers from the man carrying him as he ran, faster and faster, turning into alleyways and fleeing from the main roads; it was as if they were in a maze; turning around when the road was blocked. Not really knowing what was happening, the young boy's grip on his father's shirt tightened, his head burrowing deeper against his father's black suit, ruffling the perfect tie.

It was sudden when he suddenly felt the ground beneath him, the protective arms still tightly around him, desperate. Daring to look up, the young boy with the same jet black hair as the man holding him found himself staring at a group of people, all in the same black suits bearing a similar crest to his father; the crest of the Vongola.

He would have been reassured, if not for the fact that his father was on the ground out of breath and that the people surrounding them were all holding out shiny black guns, ready to press the trigger. Staring at the faces he didn't register, the young boy held on tighter on his father's chest, the body that was partly shielding him, not able to ask why they were in this situation in the first place.

"Vongola's tenth Cloud Guardian, this is a direct order from the higher ups. Please do not refrain. Do you have any last words?" came a dark serious voice from one of the men in the crowd.

Slowly standing up, the Cloud Guardian hid the boy behind him so that the child's back was facing the dead end of the alleyway. Hibari Kyoya narrowed his eyes, his tonfas still hanging loosely on his waist; untouched. "Is it just me?" His voice was still smooth and filled with danger even in such a situation.

A pregnant silence fell across the people in the alleyway. There was no movement, yet the tone of the man that held the Cloud Ring was serious, ominously dangerous too. For the group of Vongola members surrounding the strongest Guardian of the Tenth, pressure mounted, it was uneasy to even be in his overwhelming presence.

"Why, of course. After all, it is the higher ups of the Vongola Family who decided this, we only follow orders, you above all people should know this very well, Vongola's Cloud Guardian."

As if the man was hesitating to continue in the voice laced with loath, he slowly whispered "That boy of yours, unfortunately will not be joining you yet"

Narrowing his eyes further, the Cloud Guardian turned around, facing the boy that bore the same silky black hair. Embracing him fragilely as though he were to break, Hibari Kyoya spoke softly into his ear, his voice projecting the pain and sadness he was holding onto. "Look after Hibird for me" His arms tightened as he continued "If he asks, tell him I'm sorry, for everything."

Not knowing what was happening or going to happen, the young boy nodded, holding tightly onto his father's shirt for he felt like he'd never have another chance to do so.

The young boy remembered this particular point in his life rather well; after all, it traumatized him to no end. Shadows illuminated the faces of the gun wielding Mafioso of the Vongola Family as the sun slowly set, the boy with the same jet black hair as the Cloud Guardian could remember the warm liquid flowing down his arm as his hearing was blocked with the sounds of gun shots.

He could not remember his father's expression as he was separated from the warmth that was just holding onto him before; only remembering the red liquid seeping past the black suit, dripping as his father fell his hair array, hiding the pale face from view and the ceasing of gun shots as the sun died down

Blood

Unsurprisingly, he too collapsed, but from shock, hands dyed red from his father's blood as his mind shut down, ringing with the light satisfied laughter in the background, unable to register the scene in front of him.

Opening his eyes, a relatively young boy got up from his bed, looked blankly in the mirror at the hazy blue eyes that stared back at him, his raven black hair as unruly as ever. Clenching his fists, the teenage boy walked towards the bathroom, running his hands under the icy cold water, attempting to wash off the blood that wasn't there. This almost seemed like a daily routine for him, waking up from unpleasant memories only to find his own reflection staring back at a pair of hateful eyes, his hands still stained with the blood of his father.

Cursing, the boy hastily put on his Namimori school uniform, and attempted to tame his un-tame-able hair to no avail. Bidding Hibird a good morning, the young boy rushed out of the small single-person apartment.

It wasn't long before he found himself being tailed again. Like every other morning, the young boy didn't look back, gave no recognition to the people tailing him. He knew they were all Mafioso from the same Family his father was in, but there was no need for someone like him to come into contact with them, yet.

Making a quick dash for school with Hibird in tow, the young boy realized he did not want to think about such things, a Family that goes around killing their own members. He did not want to think about it. It was draining him. The warm liquid that flowed down his arm that evening, his hands dyed red, a father he never saw again, he refrained himself as much as he could to not bring up those memories. Either way, remembering or not remembering it was slowly eating him up, those memories from childhood.

These blood stained memories.

Just making it before the school gates closed, the young teenage boy was out of breath, his pants short and filled with pain. An after affect it was. Staggering slowly in the school grounds, the boy walked into his class late, the teacher so much as glanced at him before continuing to teach, completely ignoring him. Dipping his head down, the boy slept, softly and soundly throughout the morning classes, another of his daily normal routines.

In a room decorated with stolen artifacts and walls sculpted with the different Gods of different customs, there stood a group of people, watching their leader intently.

Pale hands drummed softly on his knee, as if thinking intently, his head was supported by his other hand, foot slowly tapping, filling up the silence in the chamber.

"Should it not be time that he is introduced properly to the Family he belongs to?" came a soft yet strong voice.

There was not a single word said, each and every one of them knew, deep inside their heart, the answer. Hence, not wanting to ruin the Tenth's mood anymore, none of the Guardians spoke; merely stood there, waiting for him to continue.

It was nevertheless easy to say that an eerie silence fell among the Guardians of Vongola, each having their own thoughts and opinions on the boy left behind by the forgotten Cloud Guardian.

The ticking of the clock slowly surfaced, it's repetitive 'tick tock tick tock' steadily gave the atmosphere rhythm, bringing the troubled Ring bearers distraction and a warning, that no matter how long they think, the same amount of time would of past by. Time is precious.

Unable to stand being in the heavy atmosphere anymore, Vongola's female Mist Guardian took a step forwards before speaking softly yet confidently "We should allow him to come to us. We all know he would seek us out eventually plus, he's--"

She stopped, afraid to say the rest as Mukuro entered the chamber flashily, his lotus blooming in every nook and corner of the majestic room.

Tsuna looked up and smiled at the imposing entrance, welcoming it warmly. Scoffing, Gokudera turned away, he was use to these over exaggerated entrances, and so was everyone else, after all, they've all been together for so many long years.

"I have a request, Sawada Tsunayoshi" requested the other half of the Mist Guardian.

Feeling a chill run down his spine, the son of the Vongola's Cloud Guardian stood up out of the blue, his face pale and shaking a little, the boy ran out of the classroom without another thought, stopping in the middle of the corridor to catch his breath whilst cursing his lack of athletic skills. He could hear the talk from his classroom as he steadily made his way across the corridor, heading to the rooftop, his father's last words ringing in his head.

It felt like, someone, someone was calling, calling for him.