Exile: *sob* I-I don't kill me. This is a fic based on the cliche, "The Guardians leave Tsuna to live "normal lives" without him." premise. Fiveshot.

I own Katekyo Hitman Reborn in some insane parallel universe in which I'm actually a mangaka. But that's not this one.

Pairings: All onesided Arcobaleno27, 10027, X27, 6927, 1827 evident.

The Mafia was at peace. There were no families to be punished, no idiots trying to take over the world or the Vongola rings, no annoying Checkerface and Arcobaleno curse. Peace. Complete and utter peace...

...and boredom. "Ah! There's nothing to do right now!" one Vongola Decimo complained to nobody in particular as he dangled off the side of his bed, body upside down. Downstairs in the living room, Fuuta, Lambo, and I-Pin were probably playing video games while Bianchi and Okaa-san had some "girl time" to themselves. It was a weekend, and Reborn was currently out of the house with the other Arcobaleno as they enjoyed being in their adult bodies again.

And right now Tsuna was dying of boredom and a small amount of heartbreak.

Ever since two weeks ago, when the Representative battles had ended with Checkerface vindictively merging the pacifiers into the Arcobaleno's adult bodies, making them..."eternal carriers" of the pacifiers, life had become normal and boring. Tsuna was back to just going to school everyday without worrying about a sudden battle call from his boss watch (which he kept as a memento) or being attacked by some upstart Mafia famiglia. No one dared mess with the Sun Arcobaleno's student now that said Sun was in his highly skilled adult body.

Gokudera had recently joined the Music and Occult clubs, and with his pianist background and knowledge of UMA, had fit in perfectly. He was often seen hanging around the clubrooms with either a Music book or a UMA guidebook in hand.

Yamamoto had gotten back into the baseball club, and his batting skill seemed to be even better than before his "little stint with hanging out with Dame-Tsuna", people gossiped. He was often crowded by his teammates and fangirls.

Ryohei's boxing club had recently gotten a few new members, and he was now devoting much of his time to training them into formidable opponents. His constant "EXTREME"s were heard frequently from the gym.

Hibari was Hibari, having used his position as Head of the Disciplinary with such force that half of the boring peace was due to him. Mafia families also knew very well not to try to fight or send assassins to Namimori, as they would be "bitten to death" before they could start screaming in fear.

Mukuro was enjoying having his body back, and having fun taking down a couple of corrupt families that Vongola had painted a target on. He ditched classes at Kokuyo often, mostly just to tease Tsuna.

Chrome, on the other hand, had a little following at Namimori. She had quite a number of fanboys, and she was often seen hanging around with Hana and Kyoko, with Haru afterschool as well. Her organs were functioning as they should, and even Mukuro admitted that she was extremely happy these days.

Lambo was going back to Italy in two days to see the Don of the Bovino Family again for a family reunion of the peaceful, champagne-popping sort.

After thinking about all his friends, his "Guardians", Tsuna bit back a sob as he stared at the Vongola Ring on his finger. When there is no weather in sight, what is the sky?

He was back to being "Dame-Tsuna", back to being bullied. He couldn't tell Yamamoto or Gokudera, after all, as they were only seen with him walking to and from school on the days that there were no baseball practice or morning club meetings. In the classroom, at school, after school, they were jealously guarded by their new friends from "Dame-Tsuna's contagious loser-ness." Of course, it wasn't said directly to their face, but Tsuna himself had heard the lines from the fangirls and fanboys when they kicked and beat him, spitting horrible phrases and insults from their mouths.

The Cloud often saved him before five minutes were up, and would send its Sky to the infirmary, but when Hibari was occupied with other things, the bullies came back with full cruelty, some accusing him of doing shameless things like bribing Hibari for protection.

Tsuna never wept, never let the bullies have satisfaction in making him cry out in pain. They broke bones more often than not, but Tsuna was able to use Sun Flames that Reborn had put in his body to heal himself before Hibari could rain down his rage on the bullies that dared touch his omnivore, his Sky.

Sometimes, girls from Kokuyo came to beat him up, to pinch and kick him, for stealing away their "Dear Mukuro-sama's precious time." Tsuna wanted to scoff, to call out for his Mist's help, and the male Mist would appear, and would whisk him off somewhere where there were bandages and someone to hug, to cry, and to vent.

Odd characters going in and out of his house replaced the emptiness of Storm, Rain, and Sun in Tsuna. Byakuran liked to fly by, to shower the Decimo with sweets that had been specially hand-picked for the purpose of making the Sawada household happy. Tsuna couldn't help but admit that having flight races with Byakuran was rather enjoyable and freeing. Flying meant that he was in the Sky, he was part of the Sky. And Byakuran often couldn't help but kiss his Vongola's forehead whenever the boy fell asleep after tiring himself out while flying. Not that Tsuna would ever find out, of course.

Xanxus and the Varia were loud, violent, and highly entertaining. Tsunayoshi had no clue as to why Xanxus, of all people, liked coming by his house so much, often without any of the Varia members in tow. Maybe it was because Nana cooked a mean steak and their Italian wine that Iemitsu always left was top-notch, but Tsuna had a feeling that it had more to do with training him half to death with their frequent spars that had both panting and Xanxus giving some compliments disguised as insults to the younger. And whenever the scarred man went to far and knocked Tsuna unconscious, he would click his tongue loudly before scooping up his future boss in his arms and dumping him in his bed at home.

Dino-nii was his English and homeroom teacher still, but he was so bogged down in schoolwork and grading that Tsuna saw little of him. When he was free, Dino was often being mobbed by his fangirls or talking with his men.

Byakuran and Xanxus made him less bored with their company, but there was no one he could talk to. No one that would listen, would merely let him cry and vent, without giving some sort of useless advice without listening, and hearing the cries of a Sky that felt alone, Mukuro being an exception. The Mist, after all, was the one that protected the Sky and deceived its enemies, including that horrible feeling of loneliness.

That horrible feeling of abandonment.

On Monday, Tsuna sat by himself on the rooftop of Namimori Middle School now, picking at his bento box as he looked down at the ground sadly. He could see Yamamoto happy, laughing with his teammates as they recounted some stupid mistake the other team had made during last weeks baseball game. Gokudera was there too, a few meters away and arguing loudly with one of the occult club members about the existence of youkai. Chrome, Kyoko, and Hana were sitting underneath the shade of a tree, giggling at the funny design on the cake they had made during Home Economics. Hibari was at the edge of the campus, having caught Mukuro in one of his attempts to get to Tsuna during school hours.

The Sky was alone. Looking upwards, Tsuna raised as eyebrow. For some reason, the sky today was a strange hue of grey. There was no sun in sight, even though there were no clouds blocking it.

It was like the sky had been abandoned by all its weather.

"Look at who's sitting alone, with no one to protect him!" some unfamiliar voice sneered behind him. Tsuna whipped around, eyes wide as he saw that he was no longer alone on the rooftop. From the shadows, a strange man and woman appeared, both clothed in all grey and wearing sunglasses. On their shoulders, Tsuna saw a crest that he did not recognize. In a flash, he was standing, mittens on and Dying Will Pills in hand. "Don't worry, Decimo, we're not here to fight or attack you," the woman reassured, though her voice was condescending.

"Who are you?" Tsuna whispered, his voice hoarse from not being used recently. He barely talked these days, unless Xanxus, Byakuran, or Mukuro was around. they were the only ones that tried to listen without brushing him off, after all. The others were too busy and occupied with leading normal lives.

"We are from the Rottura Famiglia. We are simply here to talk," the man's voice cut through his thoughts like a dagger.

"Why should I believe you?" Tsuna asked warily. The duo held up their hands and slid off their rings, dropping them near Tsuna and backing up several paces. Tsuna lowered his hands and nodded politely. "My apologies for being rude; I have never heard of the Rottura."

The woman snorted, "Of course you haven't. We are a very discreet Famiglia; we try not to attract any attention. Anyway, onto why we are here..."

"Where are the infamous Vongola Guardians?" the man questioned lightly. Tsuna flinched a bit, "Aren't they supposed to be with their Sky at all times?"

"They are...having some fun," he voiced blankly, missing the triumphant smirk that both strangers were now displaying.

"Fun? But how can they be having fun without the sky? You are, after all, the one that let them use their abilities to the fullest, correct?" the lady questioned, noting the Decimo's noticeable cringe.

"They...they need some time to lead normal lives outside the Mafia, you know. They're only teenagers," Tsuna replied defensively.

He's already cracked, Arturo. The female thought to her partner.

Arturo Rottura nodded slightly, This mission will be easy. He is already breaking, and the right words will break him completely, Aryanna.

How pitiful. Aryanna sneered through their mental link. I thought that killing the Vongola would prove to be some sort of challenge, but no, he's already cracking. Let's finish this and leave so we can collect our reward from Boss.

"But what about you? You can't lead a "normal life outside the Mafia"? I don't see you having any fun," Arturo commented.

"I'm the Decimo. I'm the only one that is fully connected to the Mafia, other that Gokudera. If it wasn't for me, they would probably be living like this already. I dragged them into the Mafia," Tsuna explained, his voice barely a murmur.

"Then they don't need you, do they?" the Roturra's chorused. "If they are happy leading normal lives without you, then they don't need you."

The brunet's eyes widened imperceptibly. "W-What?"

"You brought them into the Mafia," the female sang.

"And now without you, they are living happily normal lives!" Arturo added cheerily.

"You are not needed!" they both exclaimed. "They don't need you anymore! Maybe being a Vongola Guardian was a fun thing for them, but we doubt that any of them would follow you into the Mafia..."

"So, you are not wanted or needed, at all~!" With that, the two strangers disappeared, leaving behind a trembling, brokenhearted teenage boy.

"They...don't want me...?" he whispered, tears running down his face as he collapsed to his knees.

Yamamoto staggered mid-stride, tumbling in the dirt. There was a collective horrified gasp from his friends and the baseball star found himself instantly surrounded. "Yamamoto, are you alright?" someone asked worriedly.

"I-I'm fine. I just felt funny in my chest," he said weakly, clutching where his heart was. Looking up, the Rain felt alarm as a helicopter flew away from the school, leaving behind an odd gray sky.

"Gokudera-kun!" a female voice shrieked hysterically a several meters away. Yamamoto looked to the side to see the bomber on his knees, clutching his chest with pain.

There was something horrible happening, he could feel it. His Rain Necklace was vibrating, and urgency was screaming in his animal's auras. It was saying, Hurry, hurry! The Sky is falling, the Sky is falling! "Oi, Hayato!" Yamamoto yelled suddenly, sprinting over to his fellow Guardian, who was on his knees. "Are you okay?"

"Something's bad. What- Where is Jyuudaime?!" Gokudera gasped. Jyuudaime...he hadn't talked to him for how many weeks? He had been so busy with the occult club and his piano practice...

"Tsuna?"

"Herbivores, move yourselves NOW before I am forced to bite you to the afterlife!" Hibari barked from somewhere behind them. He dashed by like a whirlwind, headed for the school.

Mukuro ran by next, a horrifying expression on his face. His red eye was bleeding profusely as he glared at them. "You are not worthy to be by the Vongola's side."

"Chrome-chan!" Kyoko and Hana's voice called somewhere off to the side. The eyepatched girl had fallen, her midsection suddenly deflating as she summoned her spear, stabbing the butt into the ground to continue standing.

"Bossu..." Chrome whispered, her heart beating abnormally fast and a pained feeling in her chest as she staggered to the school building.

"LAMBO-SAMA NEEDS TSUNA-NII!" one five-year old screamed suddenly as he jerked awake from his nap at the Sawada household. Five minutes later, people rubbed their eyes, trying to forget the odd sight of a cow-child riding a giant bull towards Namimori Middle.

Ryohei paused mid-punch as his boxing partner raised his arms to block. When there was no impact, the student peered over his boxing gloves to see his captain dashing out of the gym, an oddly serious and grim expression on as he sprinted somewhere.

"Dino-sensei! What happened?" a student shrieked as the blond Italian collapsed, coughing out blood. The teacher couldn't help but stumble upright, clutching his mouth as he hurried weakly to the rooftop.

"Those imbeciles!" two other Skies spat out at the same time. A flash of white, and Byakuran was airborne, flying from his hotel to his dear Tsunayoshi-kun, while Xanxus got on his Dying Will Flame-powered motorbike and sped off to the cause of the pain in his chest, the Varia right behind.

When the Sky has no weathers...it appears to be useless...and no one will support it.

The Sky is falling~Falling, falling,

The Rain is Dry,

The Storm is Quiet

The Cloud is Bloodthirsty

The Deceiving Mist Murderous

The Protective Mist Mourning

The Sun is Dim,

the Lightning is Silenced

The Rainbow is Angered.

And the Sky is gone~

The Arcobaleno all froze at the same time, their heartbeat accelerating dangerously. Reborn was the first to speak.

"What did those fools do this time?" and with that, the Seven Strongest dashed where there was a crack.

A crack in a grey, breaking Sky.

Exile: Don't kill me. Tsuna will not die.

*goes to get tissues*

The Rottura Famiglia will be dealt with...eventually...*sob*...anyone want to point out the significance of the name?

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