Disclaimer: I do not own KHR or any of its respective characters. If I do, my OCs will be real and I'll own Natsu.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Heartbroken.

He was heartbroken.

His tutor, his closest confidant, his.. Lover, died.

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

At least he didn't end up like the others who held the same curse as he did, them squirming around on the ground as the anti-triniette molecules spread around them. The Millerfore then swept in, ending their lives as easily as ripping apart a piece of thin paper.

They took the video of that very scene, and when it played, the Vongolas were sick

They laughed, them behind the camera, so manically as the Acrobaelno were brutally murdered in front of the camera.

Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum

He died, no, was reported dead when he recklessly decided to enter the enemy's territory.

He knew the risks, yet he still did it.

Bring out the coffin, and let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

He couldn't take it.

He broke down, when they sent him the news.

Now, as he thought, he brought his hand to his lips, already missing his scent on them.

Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.

They should mourn. They should grieve.

But they didn't;

Instead they sent looks of worry in his direction, emotions in a blur as they though how their boss handled it.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

He knew he had to be strong, for them; for everyone.

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

But that last news just broke him.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

He guided him through the mysteries of life, showed him what was right and what was wrong, and taught him how to do what he was doing now: leading.

My working week and my Sunday rest,

Always there.

He was always there.

Stalking in the shadows, observing him as he went though the day.

Appearing from thin air, probably to cause more trouble for him in his younger days.

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

Everything.

He was everything to him.

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

"Love is ever lasting," his previous lover always preached.

'No, that wasn't true.' He thought bitterly.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

The tides turned one day when his cloud guardian walked in with a folder in hand.

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

He reculantly read the contents.

Lifting his head up, he told Hibari,

"Bring me this Irie Shoichi."

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

He smiled, as the bullet pierced his chest.

Now he can meet him in the afterlife, have their time together, forever, until the future was solved by their past selves.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

A/N: Wow... I never wrote a proper yaoi story before, cuz I hate the fluffiehness (ITZTOOFLUFFIEHFERME) in stories like that.

Poem(The bolded and italiced words) is by W.H. Auden, and it's called Funeral Blues.

I know you guys can probably guess who was who in this story. I hope you can, cuz it's kinda confusing.

Remember! This is the TYL! world, the Acrobaelno's curses are gone and they're adults.

R&R... Please? Brownies to those that do so. :D

~RikiRenaH42