A/N: Hello again people! I've had this idea in my head for a long time, and I finally decided to write it. So here it is. Read and enjoy!

Warning: Death, angst, mental problems and a touch of fantasy.

Prologue

"Gokudera!" yelled the men as they saw a pale arm reach out from the bushes. Many began to run towards it, but one was faster than the rest.

"Hayato! Are you okay?" Yamamoto Takeshi sped towards the weak, bloodied body of his lover. The arm tensed slightly, while continuing to try and pull more of its body out.

The tall swordsman picked up his pace at the silent reply. "Please let him be alright. Please!" he thought in desperation.

"Stop!" The loud order rang throughout the dark trees, surprising all the mafioso hidden in them.

Yamamoto hesitated for a moment at the demand obviously directed by him, but his worry for his lover won. He continued to run.

"Didn't you hear me?!" The Vongola assassins were surprised that Gokudera Hayato could still be so loud and forceful even half-dead. "Don't come any closer!"

Yamamoto ignored the silver-haired man and hurriedly bent over to pull his body out of the thick bushes. "Hayato!" he cried as the weak body came tumbling out.

"Takeshi! Get out of here! Tell all of the others to run!" His voice was more subdued now, but was just as forceful.

"No! There's no way that I'm leaving you here!" The Rain guardian tried to life the other man onto his back, but Gokudera resisted.

With tears coming out of his eyes, the Storm guardian dropped himself onto the hard ground. "Please... Takeshi, please leave. I'm begging you! You can't stay here!"

Yamamoto faltered for a split second, and that was all Gokudera needed. "Go! Leave me here! Warn the Tenth and the others!"

"But..." Yamamoto's words were cut off by a sharp cry of pain from the man under him.

"Hayato! What's wrong?" The man shook his lover worriedly.

"It's... happening..." was his reply. Suddenly, Gokudera gave another loud cry as his body was wrenched into the air by an invisible force.

"Hayato! What is it? What's happening?" The swordsman's cries became more desperate as he watched the Storm guardian float in the cold, piercing wind. But the bomber did not seem to hear them.

"Takeshi..." he began, and choosing what could be his last words for a long time, he continued. "Takeshi, I love you!" he cried. "And I'll find a way to come back to you, I promise!"

Gokudera's flying stopped, and he hovered, suspended in the dark night sky. From Yamamoto's point of view, he seemed to be floating directly in front of the moon, which was shining menacingly behind his lover's silhouette. "Hayato!" The cry of anguish was not heard by the silver-haired man.

"Wait for me," he whispered, and was swallowed by a blinding flash of light. His words were soft, but the swordsman heard them.

He slowly opened teary eyes. "I will!" he yelled out into the darkness.

"I will," he repeated, barely a whisper, before collapsing to the ground. "Remember your promise, Hayato." He let the other mafioso run out to him, emerging from trees in all directions. They said comforting words, tried to explain what had just happened, telling him that everything was alright. But Yamamoto did not hear them. He didn't want to hear anything.

His distressed wails shook the forest encircling them. No matter how hard he tried, he could not disperse the thought that Gokudera Hayato was never coming back.