HELLO EVERYONE! So here I am, typing another one of my angst fics. Oh, and there is 1827 hints here.

Disclaimer:Although I own lots of KHR manga, I do not own the seriea...KHR is not mine, it's Akira Amano-sensei's. What I do with them is for yours and my reading pleasure.

So, enjoy!!

"Byakuran, about the deal…"

"No need to talk about it."

"W-wha-? You mean you…"

"Nope."

"Then-"

Byakuran snapped his fingers. As if commanded, guns emerged from the ceiling, the walls and even the floor. All were aimed at a certain brown-haired man.

"Byakuran… What's the meaning of this?!"

"Simple. I don't want a truce." He opened his eyes and his sickening smile grew. "Good-bye, Tsunayoshi-kun."

It ended with a series of gunshots.

Hibari clenched his teeth as the memory of it resurfaced in his mind. Byakuran to talk. It was only when they heard gunshots did they barge into the room. Everyone flinched when they saw their Boss on the ground, eyes closed, bullet wounds all around his body.

Gokudera took out his dynamites.

Yamamoto readied his sword.

Ryohei raised his fists.

Chrome changed to Mukuro, trident in his hand.

Lambo put on his horns.

As for he, he stared at the body for a while before his tonfas were in his hands.

"Oh, planning to fight me? I don't think you can; you will disturb Tsunayoshi-kun's peaceful sleep." Byakuran had said that with a simle.

"You bastard…" Gokudera muttered.

"Only this once will I let you off. Farewell!" And with a blinding light, the sadistic man vanished.

Everyone fell on their knees, willing themselves not to cry.

It was the day after the funeral. There, Gokudera, Lambo, I-Pin, Haru, Kyoko, Fuuta and Chrome and surprisingly, Bianchi broke down in mournful tears. Hibari stood emotionless while Yamamoto, Ryohei and some others comforted the teary ones. The procession was so big, even the Varia turned up. No one paid attention to them, though.

So Hibari was now in his room, in the Vongola's Italy Base.

So, why, herbivore? You knew what was to happen. But why did you still go to meet that bastard? Why?

Hibari knew it was absolutely pointless to think this way. There would be no answer, even if he was to shout it out, he would not get an answer.

But still, why? That bugged Hibari.

Did he hope for his Guardians to finish his unfinished business? Or did he simply want to give up?

Not possible. Tsunayoshi would not leave his Guardians there to die. He would not leave his Family there to die.

No way will he do that. So why?

A sudden stab of confusion pierced Hibari. Why did he even care so much? Tsunayoshi was nothing to him. He was only Hibari's fighting opponent. Nothing more.

A knife of sadness embedded itself in Hibari's heart. No, he was not just a punching bag for Hibari, the latter realized. He was more…

He was a leader. A true leader. Never once had he forced his Cloud Guardian to do anything for him. Never once had he done anything for selfish reasons. His family came first. It came before him.

A coward he was at first, and his past attitude still pisses Hibari off. But over the course of ten years, he has changed. He has changed into a capable person. After all, it was he who ordered the underground base to be built.

Hibari went through his mind all the encounters with Tsunayoshi he could possibly recall.

The first time they really talked to each other at school. Their first battle together (with a Leon slipper – it was in the reception room). Their fight against their past antagonist, now ally, Rokudo Mukuro. The fight against Varia… So many times had they been on the same side, fighting together.

A pang of grief struck Hibari. He had to admit – he missed the man already. He was a great acquaintance, definitely, but their time with each other did not last.

A ray of light filtered through his room, and the B-Class ring on his finger glimmered. Oh yes, it was the ring Tsunayoshi gave him.

Hibari walked to the window and drew the curtains open. The sky was blue today; unlike the storm which blew sorrow the day before. Clouds slowly drifted by and the serenity of it all made Hibari forget everything for a split second.

Is this your doing, Tsunayoshi? Are you trying to cheer us up?

Hibari held out his hand with the ring in front of him, arm straightened.

He recited, from what he remembered of what Bucking Bronco told him when it was the ten days training period before fighting Varia, "I am the Cloud who independently drifts. I hold up the Sky and supports it; I cover it when it is sad. I protect the Sky with what I have; should I fail, I will fall as Rain. But I will always come back as a Cloud once again."

His eyes felt wet, and before he knew it, he was on his knees, tears uncontrollably streaming out of his eyes.

And so there he was, crying. Crying as a Cloud, crying for the Sky.

Crying for Tsunayoshi.

Man, this is sad. Ok, let me thank thebloodstained-sky for her very kind help.

Hm, I'm wondering, should I continue to everyone's thoughts? I'll try. Please read and review! You support is appreciated!