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Hello! This is a co-written fic by Daylite (DL) and ShamelessDilettante (SD).

Daylite: *Cough* And we present to you Reminiscent of a Butterfly, all characters are purely fictional and any similarities to someone in RL is confidential.

SD: Say's DL, if there is random crack...blame the perverts! Otherwise, this should be an angst fic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: We do not own KHR, if we did...uh, ((We'd have Reborn in adult form spanking a nude Tsuna everytime he complained.)) don't ask. XD

Prologue

The sky was bright, clear of all inhibitions, free and cheerful like it didn't know of the loss in the world that day.

A fresh grave.

It suits the deceased.

As the artificially dyed blue roses pile on to his coffin, a man notices they are not as miraculous as his sweet ever-loving brother.

The scent of roses wafted through the air, like the gentle touch of their lips on his deathbed.

The last kiss from him was chaste but sickeningly sweet, what would be described as a hint of vanilla.

Ah, the roses he had planted withered at home, as their petals scatter into their doom.

The rose garden in his backyard was left untended, as they wear gloomy faces.

The butterflies miss the sweet honey that was no more.

A breeze caressed his face that somewhat felt like his touch, comforting his aching soul.

"Goodbye, Brother."

Crying. Sobbing. Mourning.

Black clothes blemish the bright landscape.

Yet one stands different. A single man dressed in white, almost glowing in the bright day.

"White suits you, Tsuna. It shows how pure you are inside and hides all that darkness that gathers around you."

Then he shall paint the whole world white, if it is his wish.

"I loved you, so, so much." and "Don't leave me"-Nothing could stop him from leaving.

His heart throbbed in woe.

He already had no more tears left.

"Be happy."

Bright orange butterflies scattered into the clear blue sky, flaming as one last wish.

1 year later, Somewhere in Italy.

His niece, Yuni was sick. He had doted on her, bought her gifts. She was indeed the apple of his eye. Aria had entrusted Yuni with him on her deathbed, but she was about to die of cancer that he had just found out a month ago. Yuni had already requested her body to be buried her next to her mother, hoping she'd find peace. Reborn couldn't forgive himself for this, how could he let that happen? He should have took notice of her a few months ago when she was constantly coughing and having fits.

Bang!

He shot another man. Man down. He had took mission after mission, not having any rest. Even as the world felt blurry, his vision spinning, he wouldn't want to rest. Another moment of rest meant that he had time to think rationally. Thinking rationally meant that he found that he had no reason to live, except being a killing machine. Thinking meant that he had to face the fact that Yuni was gone soon.

Grabbing his phone he dialled a familiar number and bought the phone to his ear. Before the person at the other end could say anything he stated, "Done. Where's the next one?"

"Are you sure, Reborn-kun? You've been taking missions non-stop." The old man had sounded worried.

"Just tell me, old man."

A sigh. He relented nonetheless. "Very well, there's been a man selling information and violating the Omerta, reports say he's laying low in Namimori, Japan. I'll send you his file later."

Reborn didn't reply as he shut his phone, heading off for his new target.

E/N:

DL:Uhm well, reviews/comments/favourites/alerts would be much appreciated. Flames would be use to roast our chicken, and really, both of us should get back to writing our stories XD.