Plot: The SKY was painted with a dull color of GRAY. The night after, Sawada Tsunayoshi's mission, he went missing, with his memories rewritten. Can his Guardians find him, before the dark flame that sought his power, consumes him wholly? Can they get his memories back…?

Warning: OCs, a few cursing courtesy of Gokudera, and dark themes (my first time actually adding curse words o_O, well I don't really use curse words in real life so I feel a bit uncomfortable adding them to my fics)

Rating: T – and it won't go up any higher. I promise!

The Fading Sky

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The SKY was painted with a dull shade of GRAY.

Blood was scattered on the floor and walls of the alleyway. A young man with spiky brown hair, wearing a black suit, looked at his bloody hands before looking up towards the dull sky. "How much more…?" he managed to croak out as tears fell from his eyes. He couldn't take it – killing.

It began to rain, washing the blood soaked alley where the young man stood, yet he stood still not caring even if his suit was getting soaked. He just stood there.

"I'm sorry…" he muttered under his breath, closing his dark brown eyes.

'How long will you let yourself be consumed by darkness…?'

A voice whispered, a gust of wind surrounded him thus alarming the young man. His gloves were now lit with an orange flame as his surroundings turned pitch black. His eyes became light orange, and his face grew a lot more serious.

His hands were now clenched. There was an odd pressure as if trying to crush him, and then his dying will flames grew weaker as the darkness grew stronger. He cursed inwardly, trying to maintain his posture, but to no avail, he fell on his knees, cursing inwardly at his cowardice.

He was annoyed inwardly, noticing that he was still weak, even after being trained by the Arcoballeno, on the outside he tried to be strong though. He kneeled down on the darkness, with his dying will flames, extinguished. He was gasping for air. 'Damn it…!' he thought, trying his best to stay conscious. After all, he still needed to go back to his family. He needed to live for their sake. His eyes widened as flashes of images appeared on his head.

He knew those images, all too well…

They were the sins of the Vongola Famiglia of the past and even the present.

"Please! Just spare my family…!"

"Che. Weak herbivores like you should just die"

"I'm sorry, but orders are orders"

"Please! Have mercy on us…!"

"We don't need any witnesses"

"Don't you dare insult the Tenth…!"

"Monsters…! Murderers…!"

"Traitors, all of you in the Vongola should just rot in HELL!"

Murder, disloyalty, prejudice… he knew he would inherit the sins of the Vongola Family. He knew that he could no longer keep his hands clean, and he had accepted it. He accepted the burden that was placed on his shoulders, ever since he stood beside the Ninth in controlling the Vongola *. He accepted the dark side of the Mafia world.

'Please… just give up…'

'No' he thought, remembering his family. 'I won't give up…' he thought, mustering enough energy to stand up once again. "I'm not giving up…!" he cried, with his dying will flame lighting up on its own accord. 'For my friends… my family…' he thought.

He loved his family. He was there for them, and in turn, they were there for him. They didn't care even if he was slowly getting tainted by darkness. "Tsuna will always be Tsuna" they would always say (well, at least most of them, since Gokudera refuses to call him by his first name, claiming that he isn't worthy of calling the Tenth by his first name)

'…Please don't dirty your hands anymore… Please Nii-san…'

His eyes widened, now recognising the voice. He turned around, as he felt another presence in the darkness. He said a few words that were indistinguishable to anyone but the one he was facing, shock was plastered all over his face. His hands were clenched and he couldn't hurt the person in front of him.

"Why?" he asked.

And after that scene, everything turned black.

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"Juudaime…?" Gokudera muttered, snapping his head towards the window. The sky was dark – it was painted a dull shade of gray. He wondered if there was an upcoming storm. But somehow, he felt something was wrong.

"Is something wrong, Gokudera-sama?" a woman with strawberry blonde hair and silver eyes, inquired. She wore her usual business attire and her hair was tied up into a neat bun. She was Maria Antoinette Gomez – an intern under Gokudera's division. He hated her (well, he hated everyone except his boss), but Tsuna asked him to give her a chance. And so he did.

"None of your business, stupid woman" he growled, taking a piece of cigarette from his pockets. He lit one of his cancer sticks, and placed it on his mouth.

Maria wrinkled her nose in disgust she didn't like it when someone smoked a cigar near her. "Yamamoto-sama just arrived from his mission in Spain" she announced flipping through her notebook. "Sasagawa-sama nearly destroyed an underground tavern while he was in a search mission in Puerto Rico, but on the bright side the culprit to the Morte Family Massacre was caught and taken in custody in the Vindicare prison" she sighed, flipping another page.

"Let me see the reports" he said, glaring at his 'assistant'.

Maria handed him a folder, full of reports that were to be submitted to the boss. He flipped through the pages, scanning through the documents along with adding a few remarks. The strawberry blonde blinked twice, when her pocket began to vibrate and ring. She apologized to her boss before running off to answer the call.

Hayato sighed, leaning back on his chair. He was worried sick, at his boss. He knew that Tsuna was out on a mission – assigned by the Ninth himself. But it had been ten hours. Ten fucking hours, he knew his boss would only take an hour or two to finish the job.

"!" a loud voice cried, almost making him fall off his seat. Damn that turf top, he scowled.

"Sasagawa-sama!" he heard Maria's voice "Gokudera-sama is—"

"Maa, maa. Gokudera won't mind it at all, Maria-chan" now it was the baseball idiot's voice.

"B-but he s-specifically t-told me that—" Great, he thought sarcastically rolling his eyes in annoyance, hearing her stutter. He knew that girl was one of Yamamoto's fan girls. Hell, there was even a group inside the Vongola HQ.

"Yo! Octopus-head!" his door was opened in a not-so gently manner.

"Tch. Stop destroying things, Turf-top!" Gokudera said, placing his hands on the table and standing up. "You're giving the tenth a lot of problems!!"

Sasagawa Ryohei blinked twice, before stating "Sawada's not complaining"

"Of course the tenth won't complain, turf-top!" Gokudera cried, his emerald eyes burning with anger. He never does, he thought clenching his fists.

"So, where's Tsuna?" Yamamoto asked, looking around.

"He's still on a mission" Gokudera muttered, smashing his cigarette into the ashtray.

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly became serious. "Where?" he demanded, looking at Gokudera. Before Gokudera could reply, his assistant barged into the room, apparently in a hurry.

"G-gokudera-s-sama… B-boss… T-tsuna-s-san…" she fell on her knees, sobbing.

"What the hell happened, woman?!" he demanded, on the verge of hitting the woman only to be stopped by Ryohei.

"A-at t-the… a-alley…" she said in between sobs "T-tsuna-san…" she couldn't continue explaining any further.

"Let's go" Yamamoto said, placing a hand on the young woman's shoulders after nodding to the others. "Just stay here, we'll get Tsuna back"

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He was inside a dark room – or so he thought it was a room. It was too dark, to actually see. A small orange flame appeared in front of him, but he seemed unnerved by it. He couldn't understand what was happening.

'ma...er…Tsu...i…'

Something was calling him, but he couldn't understand a word.

'….ase…!'

"Who are you? What are you saying?" he asked, looking around.

'…ans…er...!'

"Don't listen to it, nii-san! It's full of lies! Nii-san!" he closed his eyes, seeming to trust that voice. "Nii-san! Please don't leave me!"

"I won't leave…" he said turning around, his back facing the flame. "I promise…" and with those words, the orange flame's light was gone and everything became dark once again.

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End Notes:

*In this fic, Tsuna hasn't fully taken over the Vongola . The ninth is still training him in the ways, on how a good boss should be. So I guess this fic takes place 5YL or something like that. And Tsuna's guardians, are taking the place of the former guardians of the Vongola since the Ninth told his very own guardians to retire (whether they want to or not =.=)

Author's Note:

Inspired by Bleach Movie 3: Fade to Black – I Call Your Name (of course there are some other twists :D) .

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