Disclaimer: I don't own KHR.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

Why was there so much blood?

His eyes darted around, here, there, everywhere, trying his very best not to look at what lay before him.

He felt his hand shaking.

He almost recoiled as he felt the blood soaking into his clothes.

He was starting to hyperventilate.

He was going into shock.

Suddenly, everything was black.

A gloved hand obscured his view of the battle scene.

"Calm down, Tsunayoshi," said the uncharacteristically gentle voice of his mist guardian.

The young Decimo fell back against the chest of the man standing behind him, huddling close against him.

He wanted to disappear from the outside world.

The gun was pried from his tight grasp.

A small hand wound its way into his, a worried voice inquiring, "Tsuna-nii?"

Tsuna didn't reply, but gripped the hand tighter.

There was the sound of rustling, and something being picked up off the ground.

Tsuna was turned around and led away, that hand still covering his eyes.

His lightning guardian led him carefully, making sure he didn't trip.

Suddenly, he felt the warmth of sun flames, and saw the warmth of his sun guardian's reassuring smile.

Kyoya and Takeshi stood by the door of the room they were in, guarding from outsiders.

The gentle hands of his female mist guardian ran a wet cloth over his skin, washing away the red.

Then, there was a flash of silver, and there was his storm.

His storm, who had grown up in the mafia.

His storm, who understood more than anyone what he was going through.

There was understanding in his eyes.

Then, the dam broke.

Tears spilled forth from his eyes.

He fell into Hayato's waiting arms.

Hayato held him while he cried, and cried, and cried.

And when there were no more tears to shed, Hayato whispered into his ear five words.

"He's in a better place."

SkyGem: This was inspired by a picture my dear Tetsia-nee showed me. I don't think I got the right feeling, but I tried my best…please review, ne? Ciao!