A/N: Thank you for all who supported me throughout this fic. It is to my great sadness that I bring it to a close...

OKAY SCREW THE FORMALITY.

XD Sorry this chapter was late- I had finals throughout the whole week... ahahaha.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR in any way. If i did, 1827 or 7227 or 0027 would be canon :

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Enjoy the last installment of Purely Yours!

You were mine to start with. We just needed to confirm it, the hard way.

Chapter 05: The End of This Tale

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I cradled Natsu in my arms, trying to not look at the beaten mist guardian that was now currently on a white bed, with Dr. Shamal trying to treat him.

"I told you, I don't treat men…" The doctor growled out, making Ietsuna sigh.

He only glared at the doctor for a few moments, before Dr. Shamal gave up and started treating the debauched mist guardian.

I and Ietsuna stayed there, until midnight, before red eyes opened again. Ietsuna told me that I didn't need to stay there with him, but I insisted that I wanted to know why Mukuro had been so weird the other day.

Natsu had now fallen asleep, and was beside Mukuro, purring gently. Soon, the pineapple-haired illusionist had woken up, placing his hand over his head and groaning slightly. I ran over to his side, and patted his back, making sure that he didn't fall over.

"Mukuro." Ietsuna's sharp words cut through the depressing atmosphere.

One red eye opened warily and blinked. "Kufu. What is it, Ietsuna?"

Not backing down from the harsh gaze, Ietsuna asked, "Mukuro, what happened? Honestly, I don't know why you even wanted to hurt someone like Tsuna in the first place."

Mukuro snickered, and then coughed. "K-kufu. That's because I didn't want poor Tsuna-chan being torn in two between you two beasts. Did you not see how much the poor dear has suffered already? Don't make it harder on him than it already is…" he trailed off, looking towards me for confirmation.

I blinked quickly, not believing my ears. Someone had noticed? I brought my hand up to my cheek, to the scratch that Mukuro had inflicted only a few hours ago. It was only a small one, and it didn't need to be treated. It wasn't major, but I could feel through it, that Mukuro was honest, and there were no false words from his mouth. Looking over my shoulder, I gauged Ietsuna's reaction. His eyes were downcast, and his mouth was trembling slightly.

"Sorry… Tsuna." He whispered, and I wouldn't have heard it if I wasn't listening so intently.

I shook my head, and replied in a hushed tone, "No, it's not your fault…"

Mukuro then laughed again, in that creepy tone of his. "Kufu, you should leave soon, Ietsuna. Your missions will be overdue~"

This seemed to snap Ietsuna out of his sad mien, and he quickly strolled to the door, and dismissed us with a quick wave. "See you soon love- be ready for tomorrow!" he called to me, and I smiled, returning his gesture.

A blue eye scanned over my form critically, and I found myself back in a saddened mode after Mukuro asked in a normal voice, "Tsuna-chan. Is this what you really want?"

Images flashed through my head, all of Hibari. Us together, holding hands, kissing softly, and my heart beating rapidly.

Hibari.

Kyouya?

The words found themselves on my lips and I found myself murmuring them, and the other person in the room chuckled, as if knowing my answer already.

"You should be more true to yourself, Tsuna-chan."

I buried my head into the bed covers, mentally agreeing with the illusionist.

"I really should…"

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Dr. Shamal glared at the ruined bed, mentally groaning at all the dried blood left behind due to the mist guardian. The figure had left with Tsuna-chan, seemingly heading towards their own respective rooms. The doctor then started cleaning up, clearing the bed, and placing the ruined bedsheets in the laundry basket, forgotten.

The doctor then continued on with his work, not noticing another dark figure looming behind him until a sharp object was pressed against his neck.

"You will put this beside the Vongola hier's medicine when he comes today, needing your assistance. Force him to eat it along with his medicine, saying that the medicine needs food to continue its way to the stomach." A dark bottle filled with a rough fruit was thrust into his open hand.

Sweat gathered upon one point on the doctor's head, and he quickly realized that the voice belonged to no one in the Vongola Kingdom. He knew everyone there.

The voice was filled with venom and distrust, but the sharp object against his neck made him think otherwise.

"Understood?" The sharp object pressed into his neck, just a little bit, so that blood dripped out.

"U-Understood." Shamal's voice came out stuttered and muffled, the doctor himself not believing what was happening.

Shamal did not even try to betray the voice's orders.

He knew.

He was somewhere in this castle, watching him intently, making sure of every one of the doctor's moves. Anything he did, or would do, was being monitored by the voice that had almost killed him a moment before.

Being a doctor, did he know when the person behind him left. But his gaze was still somewhere in the room, almost daring the doctor not to follow its orders.

But, how did the voice know that Ietsuna was going to be injured that day?

His hand clenched around the bottle, quickly realizing what the contents were.

It appeared to be a simple apple, one that was blood red, and pure. Nothing seemed wrong with it. But he remembered the voice's words.

"Don't eat it. Or you won't be able to complete your task."

He shuddered. There was probably a heightened amount of a certain chemical in that apple. Quickly scanning through his memory, he detected the right one.

Cyanide.

However, cyanide was found in apple seeds, and he knew that there was only one kingdom advanced enough to insert the deadly substance into growing apples. Visibly shuddering, he sat down on a cushioned chair and went over his choices.

One. Don't give it to the prince. That would end up in him being killed.

Two. Give it to the prince. He wouldn't be killed then, but the prince would.

Three. Dispose of the container. That would end up with him being killed.

It seemed that in every possible decision he could make, someone would end up dead.

He hurried his face into his hands, his back shuddering with tension.

What could he do?

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As predicted, Ietsuna came back in tatters that morning, with blood splattered all over his clothes and his eyes shadowed, his breathing ragged. As the worn out prince passed through the hallway, Hibari Kyouya noted with a smirk that he was heading towards the doctor's office, as planned. He took one more glance at the peaceful visage that Tsuna had upon his face and stalked the Vongola heir. He smiled happily, knowing that the battle was going to end soon.

He saw the doctor try to conceal his worry upon his face, and fed the prince an apple before pouring in some medicine. Then, the foolish person ran to the bathroom, not wanting to see the face of young prince.

The Namimori Prince kept himself in the shadows, knowing that it was only 2 in the morning, and that the sun had not risen yet. Moonlight streamed through the window, reflecting off of the Vongola Prince's nose and bounced off his red lips. After just a minute of watching the prince, Hibari already noticed a few things.

Ietsuna was breathing slightly faster, his breaths coming out in pants. He then noticed that his breathing became more labored, and that was holding his head in his hand. Ietsuna then held his chest tightly, his eyes wrinkled in concentration. Anyone who saw the prince in that state would say that he was probably suffering from some kind of cardiac arrest.

But Hibari knew better.

Clicking his tongue once, he walked into the room, aware that he would be seen to anyone, especially that idiotic doctor if he came in now. He stood directly in front of Ietsuna's bed, making sure that the prince registered him there before moving even closer.

Ietsuna gasped out, "Y-you-" before his face twisted in pain, and the hand on his chest fell.

Hibari only picked up the remains of the apple, and tossed it outside the window, light reflecting against the bite marks.

There were no words spoken since there was only one living person in that room.

The other had fallen, a frown upon his face.

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I woke up with a start, feeling a sense of dread overtake my system.

Trying to shake it off, I smiled brightly at Hibird and Natsu, who were on my bookshelf, the two engaged in a staring contest. Hibird was chirping sadly, and Natsu seemed to have understood the bird. However, I obviously did not know bird-language or I would've chirped in too.

Today was my wedding... with Ietsuna.

A spark of happiness found itself within my chest, and I giggled happily at the thought. Throwing off my covers, I slapped myself in the face when I realized it was only six in the morning.

It was raining outside.

That didn't matter though, because it seemed that there was someone already at the door, waiting for my wake.

"H-Hime…" Gokudera stuttered out, coming into the room with dried tears visible on his face.

I instantly took on a cautious stance. What in the world had happened that made Gokudera cry?

Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

"I-Ietsuna… he…" his emerald eyes flashed with hate, making me gasp in surprise.

"What is it…?" I asked gently, my own voice wavering.

"… You should see for yourself, Hime." Not even bothering to change my clothes, Gokudera tugged on my hand, leading me down the stairs. I found myself mesmerized by the familiar building, only now recognizing some patterns on the walls, and the smell of tears draped across the castle.

What had happened?

Maids and servants all around had mournful looks upon their faces, and even the guardians were all gathered around, all wearing black uniforms.

No…

I caught onto something. Someone must've died, right? My head instantly thought it was Nono, and I cried inwardly for his death.

It was Nono, right? Nono… nono…

The usual happy white castle was streamed with black roses, and even the leaves seemed to be a darker green, not revealing their usual sheen. I glanced around again, seeing that, for a fact, everybody was wearing the color black. I almost felt happy when I saw a servant come out of his quarter wearing a hint of white on his collar, but was then slapped by a nearby maid, telling him something quickly. His usual expressionless face turned to one of horror, and of sadness almost instantly.

I felt myself snap back to reality when Gokudera tightened his hold on my wrist. "E-Eto… Gokudera-kun. Where is Hibari-san?"

Seeing how Gokudera shook his head and replied with a "I don't know where that bastard is" look, I decided to leave the matter alone. He was probably leading me towards Nono's chamber, but I found myself wondering where the heck where we were going after we had passed it.

Then, my eyes clicked forward, noticing that we were heading in the direction the royal garden was.

The sight was horrifying.

The usual lilies were dark brown, and all of the roses seemed to have black spray paint thrown upon them. Even the normal flowers, not just the roses, had been clouded with black, and I felt myself blanch at how dark and depressing the scene looked. I bet many people were beat up over Nono's death. The raindrops were falling off of the plants with a drip drip, not even taking the time to make a delicate ping.

I felt myself feeling lighter when I saw a pathway of red and orange roses leading up towards an elevated platform. Smiling happily that this must be an indication of where to go, my smile was almost immediately crushed when I saw what lay at the end of the colorful trail.

My knees dropped, and I couldn't support my weight anymore. I could feel distinctly that Gokudera was expecting this, and wrapped his hands around my waist, supporting me, and leading me towards that sad figure on the platform.

I didn't care that my clothes were soaked. I didn't care that my boots were all muddied, and that there was probably some mud on the edges of my nightgown too.

I let my tears drop, drop onto his porcelain face, the face that was covered with blood, his blood. I clutched my hair, feeling the pain register in my brain, telling me that this was real.

Burying my face into his still sweet smelling hair, the hair that had not lost its smell yet, I let out an anguished scream.

I didn't care what the people around me thought, their heads turning towards me. I only cared for one thing that was in front of me.

Who? Who could have done this?

Trembling, my hand cupped the side of his cold, cold as ice skin, and I wiped away the tears from me off his face. My tears? Or the rain? I couldn't tell.

Gokudera's hand was on my shoulder, lifting me up, to look at his face. I asked harshly, the best I could, "How did he die?"

"Apnea… from what we concluded. Something or someone either strangled him to death, or something. Nono wouldn't let us conduct research on his body." Gokudera's cracked, showing how shocked he was, and that he was right beside me, feeling the horror seep in on us.

I traced the cold skin, down to his neck. There were no hand marks.

What happened?

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I looked at the clock again. It was ten, and the rain outside had increased, making a thunderstorm. I was informed that Hibari and Nono were in a meeting, and apparently, Hibari didn't want me to negotiate this time.

He said, he'd do it himself.

People found this weird, since the Namimori Prince never gave anyone the pleasure of negotiating with him in an official situation.

Hibird was chirping a melancholy tune, and Natsu was curled up, into a little ball.

Whenever I tried petting him, he would only growl unhappily. I frowned.

Then, for the first time ever, I put on a black dress.

Making sure that it was tied well, I walked downstairs cautiously, not wanting to trip in my high heels. Surprisingly, being in dresses now didn't bother me. They didn't cross my mind anymore.

I tripped.

Feeling tears on my face, I wiped them off with the sleeve of my dress, and continued onto the conference room across the hallway. When I finally reached there, I just sat down against the side of the door, and waited for any sounds inside to be heard.

There were no disruptive sounds, and my eyes widened as I realized Hibari was actually talking.

Nono's tone was sad, anyone could tell that.

I felt myself looking at the door in disbelief when Nono chuckled, and Hibari only "hmphed" in response. How could they laugh at this crucial point in time?

Standing up suddenly, I realized that the meeting was done, and that there were footprints, clicking across the room, and rebounding against the darkened walls-

And the door opened, revealing him.

He grabbed my arm, and for once, didn't smirk. Instead his eyes were also cast down, and I couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"We, us, we're getting married today, in favor of the Vongola." He looked at my face expectantly, as if waiting to see my reaction.

"Basically, I'm filling in for Ietsuna," a muffled voice continued.

I slapped his hand, screaming, whispering, "Don't say that name."

His eyes showed no surprise, and he nodded. "Tsunayoshi. Marry me."

Nodding, I accepted my fate.

The wedding was quick and fast, and took place at the same time as the original wedding was planned. To me, it wasn't much of a wedding, since there were so many people it made me feel like I was attending a party. But then again, weren't parties supposed to be happy and cheerful?

The mood now was opposite of that.

I tore my gaze away from the crowd, and started marching down the elegantly decorated hallway, almost tripping on my long white dress.

My heart was pounding, despite the sadness that the crowd had taken in. The rain was still pouring, hitting objects outside with a sad plink.

"Do you… Hibari Kyouya, take Sawada Tsunayoshi…" The priest had read.

Perhaps I was out of it, but I know for a fact, there was a faint smirk on Hibari's face.

"I do." I heard the words whisper out of his lips, making me tremble.

"And do you, Sawada Tsunayoshi…"

I tried to make my words as firm as possible. I know though, my lips were shaking, and I couldn't concentrate. I must've said something though, because then the priest said, "You may kiss the bride."

The roar of the crowd surprised me, going from a melancholy state to a happy, yet outraged one.

Confetti was flying everywhere, and suddenly, some people ripped some of the black decorations off and replaced them with happier colors.

They may have been trying to make the atmosphere a bit happier to bear, and for some reason-

It worked.

Before I knew it, Hibari's lips were off of mine, and I smiled remorsefully, sad that I hadn't made the kiss last longer.

Our wedding kiss.

And then, I was slightly aware that a ring, a beautiful ring, had been slipped on my finger. One that as so bright it burned my eyes.

It was a golden hue, one that reminded me of his eyes.

Hibari's was a blackened diamond, suited to his cold character.

He kissed the top of my hair, and smiled.

Crying, I buried my face into his shoulder, and he carried me bridal style down the black, black carpet.

We were in the garden now, and my dress was drenched. I didn't care that is was transparent, I didn't care that other people could probably see the lacy undergarments that I wore, and I certainly did not care that I was sobbing so much that I stained Hibari's shirt.

I tried my best not to notice the irritated look on my now husband's face, and he kissed the tears off of my eyes, brushing a lock of my drenched hair out of my eyes. Tears were blurring my vision, and I couldn't see, oh-

His voice brought me out of cloudy thoughts.

"You, do you understand? You're only mine."

I looked at him wearily, tears blocking my vision and falling off like dewdrops. Blinking slightly, I found myself unable to look away from his heated gaze.

"Remember what I told you?"

Words were coming out from my lips, slipping out, and I didn't realize it myself. "Yes, I'm yours…" was squeezed out of my quivering mouth, which was soon captured by his pair of lips.

"Purely Yours."

Do you see it now?

You were mine all along.

-†THE END†-

A/N: GAHA, this is the last chapter, and the shortest too… I wrote this all in one day… LOL

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I appreciate all of your support on my first fanficcu upload for KHR! *hugs everyone- I wonder who made it to the end? Haha! (This was kinda a short fic, HAHA)

Sorry for the late update… my parents were being uber b8tches.

Thank you so much, fictionreader18 x3!

Without your support, I probably wouldn't have finished…

Thankyouthankyouthankyou!

XD I'm wondering if I should post up an epilogue! It'll probably be very short, only 1k words o

Anyways, time to brainstorm for that 7227 fanficcu...

I hope you guys enjoyed the final installment of Purely Yours!