Hurricane Bomber, the Decimo Storm

It’s been a month… a month since his collar had fallen off… a month since he’d seen Gokudera… a month of so many regrets and wishes… of so many things he could have said… what he should have admitted long ago. But… now it was too late… he’d waited too long… and Gokudera was probably gone forever. Having not seen the silverette in so long had him fearing the worst… had him afraid that the bomber had died when he couldn’t protect him.

If only it had been him instead… he would have begged the other boy to kill him… just so he’d be able to live on. To Yamamoto… in such a situation… it wouldn’t have mattered to him to die… not if Gokudera could live even just a little longer. He sighed a bit, staring hard at the ground and holding himself back from the tears that wanted to come. He was angry with himself… half wishing he had died too… wishing his collar hadn’t been a dud… if it hadn’t he wouldn’t be feeling like this… so much remorse… sadness… and defeat.

He couldn’t protect Gokudera…

And that… was the biggest defeat he had ever faced… He tried to smile to himself… seeing if he could pull up his usual facade of obliviousness and ignorance… but he failed. He was just feeling too upset… too broken… He might be fine eventually… but as it was… he wasn’t going to be able to smile for a long time… not with Gokudera gone… not with his utter failure to protect the one person who stood out the most in his heart now that he was certain his father had not made it.

He almost didn’t notice the flash of silver hair… he didn’t believe it at first… thinking maybe his mind was playing a cruel trick on him and having him see a mirage of what he had lost. But as the silver got closer… a face… pale skin… light mint green eyes… all taking form and causing the brunette to take a stuttered step forward and his mouth opening as if to call out loudly… what came out, however, was a choked sound rather than the name he wanted to call for so badly.

Gokudera was alive?

He recalled nothing from the past month...the month since he had been killed. That passion he usually carried, that storm...it was no longer there. Just an empty void. He didn't feel a thing...he felt a heaviness on his heart. He'd become apathetic, like the frog illusionist his murderer raised.

He decided to wander around, see if there was anyone else. He spotted the Rain Guardian Yamamoto Takeshi. However...instead of the usual irritation or annoyance towards his classmate he felt...nothing. "...Yakyuu Baka?" there was no emotion in his voice whatsoever.

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Hayato was not expecting to wake up from that nightmare to find out it had been true. 

“Kill or be killed”

It wouldn’t leave his thoughts, the words of the goddess…he knew there had to be a catch…why else would she bother to save a select few from each world? To make them participate in this game of survival. Suddenly Reborn-san didn’t seem so bad- hell… not even the vindice could be this worse! There is a reason why Hayato doesn’t trust anyone except his friends, some things are too good to be true.

Hayato had tried EVERYTHING to get the damn collar off his neck, heck you could even see the scratch marks left my Uri’s slashing at it.

   He even tried to find a lock to pick at but found none. It was just as he had feared, it really was kill or be killed… 

Funny how the goddess bothered to supply him with weapons from the chest he found in his hut which he opened with the key that was nearby him when he woke up. Not that he needed any weapons other than Uri and his Vongola Gear….but he still took the small knife with him as a precaution…

Now if Hayato’s information obtained from his research and information gathering was correct, he has access to his flames as long as he doesn’t go into another village or polis…the restricted zones that is…so he’ll play it safe and stay in the village of Strength….

He still couldn’t help but wonder how his friends were doing even though he knew that the two were more than capable of handling things themselves.

”!!”A hostile presence broke him out of his musings however and so he quickly threw out his dynamites towards them.

“who’s there?” though he already had an idea who’d target him already when it came to this twisted game of death.

But know, Hayato had to go and make this while plan more difficult than it had to be. The quick dash away from the dynamites was all Mukuro could do as he gave a low growl from the oppsing attack from his Storm Alliance. “Kufufu. Gokudera, how dare you do a crime such as that?”

He wasn’t amused, far from it and to go and see the beloved Storm would not die, Mukuro had to make this a bit more easier on him. “Why not die and be with your precious Tsuna, I already killed him.” The man was so gullible that almost anything about his Tenth he would believe, this is what Mukuro loved, fucking with the fuckable. Knowing that anything he said would be taken seriously since Mukuro hardly lied about such things— which he did lie of such thing.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" he had been forming a strategy to go about this but all of that was forgotten when the other DARED to say that their boss was dead. "The tenth wouldn't let himself be killed, and I see no crime being dealt here"he growled as he threw out the dynamites only to realize the mist was no longer there.

Where did he disappear to?! He was just there in front of him! The Storm's questions were answered when he heard the all-familiar chuckle from behind him. Shit! How'd he get there so fast?! He pulled out the dagger from earlier while the other hand went to light up the box containing the Sistema CAI. He was going to make the other pay for hurting the tenth. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR EVEN DARING TO HURT THE TENTH"