The Sky Without Its Elements

Missing

Tsuna could feel his heart constricting. He doesn't want to lie to himself, he's having fun with people he just met yet his heart was limping with joy.

It's like I've never had this much fun before.

He was haunted by that thought. Had he never been this joyful? Had he lived his whole life alone he had never felt the company of people aside from himself?

"Tsuna?" a soft, caring voice whispered on his left. "Are you okay?"

He grimaced. Why shouldn't he be?

He faked a smile and turned around. He was met with—

Yasu

Yes, Yasu's smile.

Tsuna nodded, and faked one of his own. "I am." He said, while glancing around the room. The conversation that owns echoes at the back of his head silenced. He could feel three pair of eyes cowering his soul into submission.

"Are you sure?" It was—

Junko

Yes, Junko's voice that asked him next. He was met with a frown – a bit somewhat similar. "Are you sick?" Junko's voice spiked higher, and he pulled Tsuna into a frantic check-up. "Do you feel like vomiting? Tell me what's wrong," he said while continuously checking over Tsuna.

"I don't think you should worry—" Yasu's soft voice was drown with Junko's sharp one.

"I very much should. What if he's sick and we didn't notice until it's too late?!"

Tsuna could feel himself nauseating. His head was spinning. He could feel something, far at the back of his head, tugging, like a string wanting to be pulled, wanting to be seen. A secret he needed to see. But as he chased around his mind looking for a way to capture that with his bare hand – it disappeared.

No.

He was jotted out of his reverie by Yasu's hand tugging at his arm. He could see the worry dancing behind those cerulean eyes, which are hauntingly familiar.

No.

"I'm okay," Tsuna could barely recognize his voice. It feels like he's floating somewhere above his head, unable to fully grasped the reality he's supposedly live in. He feels like an audience, detach to his surroundings. Every sound that echoes in his ears, feels like muffled noises.

No.

"I think he's merely tired."

Tsuna looked up and saw the eyes – vibrant, enigmatic, purple.

"Who—"

"Maybe he's recovering from a shock?" Katashi added, while he casually stir his cup of tea.

It was as if Tsuna's attention was forcefully zeroed in on him.

Katashi.

His mind supplied.

Yasu's older brother.

He tried to dig deeper.

Purple.

"Yes, maybe I am," Tsuna never even remembered thinking of saying those words. It was as if he just said it. He shuddered when he realized he's standing up. Where is he going?

"Sit."

And just like that, Tsuna sat down.

He nodded, as if automatically agreeing to what everything was said.

"You know, I've never thought that it'll be this easy," Katashi said, sipping some of his tea.

Tsuna remained stoic. He can't move. He can't think. It was like he wasn't even in his body anymore.

"De-ci-mo," Katashi pronounced the title meticulously, testing if the word would fit in his tongue. He placed his cup down.

"Tell me Tsuna, are you still the Vongola Decimo?"

Tsuna didn't know the answer to that.

Tsuna.

He felt a sudden spark – like a flame being lit – within him. A sudden surge of clarity soon followed. It was like he could suddenly see everything so clearly. He could see Yasu and Junko's forms each beside him, he could see the familiar dining area they all reside in. His vision doesn't zeros in on Katashi anymore.

The flame burned brighter.

"How'd you know about that?" his tone dropped, nearing to sound more threatening.

"So you're not denying it?" asked Katashi in a clipped tone.

Tsuna could see the amused smile he tried to hide behind those tea cups he lifted to shield his face again. "Will there be a point? You obviously knew something. But how." He saw Katashi shifted in his seat. He then straightened himself, appearing more formal.

"Tsuna?" a cautious voice asked beside him.

Tsuna turned his head and was greeted by Yasu's worried, yet guarded eyes.

"Are you okay?" Yasu asked, his voice appearing monotonous in Tsuna's ears.

"Are you real?" Tsuna asked, in the same manner.

Yasu looked as if Tsuna just asked if he was an alien, or something. What a preposterous question! "What do you mean—of course I'm—"

Katashi snapped his fingers and Yasu faded in front of Tsuna's eyes. "I liked to dangle you further," he said circling the holder of his tea cup, "-but that wouldn't be much fun when you're edging near consciousness."

"Where am I?" Tsuna doesn't need to turn his head around to know that Junko had disappeared in the same manner. "Who are you?"

Katashi.

Katashi laughed, his purple eyes sparkling. "You're seriously asking me that?"

"You're an illusionist—"

"Oh stop with all these blabbering! I'm starting to think you're not the Decimo I've heard so much about," Katashi said laughing at his own twisted joke.

Author's Note!

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Author's Note!

Hello guys! <3 sorry for the long wait. this is the last chapter that I have written and saved on my computer. I have no other further ideas what to do or write next. I haven't watched KHR for like 3 to 4 years so I'm so lost on how to characterize the characters. I will probably pick this up again, and rewrite the whole thing once summer comes or whenever I felt like watching or reading the anime/manga again. I've learning how to properly write (yeah it's what i'm taking) so expect some pretty good writing next time. lol thank you for taking the time to read this and i sincerely apologize for all those that i have disappointed when i wasn't able to finish this early on. it's been like...what? 3 years? omg hahaha

till then! <3 best of luck in life! <3