Hey everyone! I'm so very sorry for not writing in so long. But the computer I always use broke down. So it had to be fixed. When it was, all my data were gone, deleted. But the computer is working and I have a new, working laptop of my own to write on. Plus, I can use the Microsoft Word. Anyways, this story was something I came up with while I was staring at something. It's kind of similar to this story called 'Chances' written by lilbutterfly315. The account was originally mine and the story till I gave it to a friend. So yeah, it's kind of based on that. Besides that, there was one question that bothered me when I finished watching KHR. Did the present Yamamoto know about Future Tsuna dying? And this was created. And I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I did, Yamamoto and Tsuna would be together. Please enjoy.

Chapter One: A World Without You

He stood there blankly. He wasn't even sure why he's there in the first place. All of his emotions were gone. Even his mind is completely blank. Yamamoto could only stare at the carved tombstone. Here rest Tsunayoshi Sawada. Beloved son and friend to many. He can read it countless times, but it was the truth. Tsuna is gone. At the age fourteen, he was murdered by an enemy. He lowers his light brown eyes to the shaded grass. Yamamoto lost track of how long it has been since Tsuna left his life. He doubts it would be a week. Could it be a month? Or maybe it's a year now? But he didn't care. The day Tsuna was killed was crystal clear within his memories. Tsuna's family wanted to bury Tsuna's body in a peaceful location near Namimori. So they decided on a meadow with a single tree standing with pride. Yamamoto got on his knees as he caresses the name on the tombstone. "Tsuna…" He mumbled under his breath. A gentle breeze ran across Yamamoto's cheek carelessly. It was soothing somewhat. His eyes began to sting as tears begin to form. He wanted to see Tsuna again. To see that bright smile, recognizable laughter, and his calming warmth. He missed it all. Tears finally leaks down to his chin. "I want to see you."

With that, he left with a heavy heart.

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Yamamoto finally finished with his practice and was heading home to rest. Before doing so, he said goodbye to his fellow teammates. He hasn't felt that excited in such short time. Since the adventure to the future, Yamamoto didn't get an actual chance of playing ball. And he enjoyed every minute of it too. The rush of hitting homerun, soft yet hard texture of the ball, and the sound of the bat hitting the ball is remarkable. It brings back so many memories. He arrives home after a long walk to greet his father. Tsuyoshi was behind the counter and serving the customers. "Welcome back Takeshi!" Tsuyoshi smiles at his grown son. Customers made gestures or sound to acknowledge Yamamoto. The star baseball player ran up to his room to settle his belongings and begins his homework.

After many hours of struggling, Yamamoto's father came in. "Yo, Takeshi. A friend of yours is here." He informs. Yamamoto raised a brow in confusion. His father only shrugs before going back to work. Yamamoto called out to the person in the hall to come in. He was expecting it would be either Tsuna or Gokudera. But he was wrong. It was Lambo who came rushing in. Usually he is with I-pin. Apparently, not today. The frustrated expression on his face exhibits that Lambo was troubled. "Lambo, what're you doing here?" Yamamoto questioned. The afro child frowns further. "Lambo-san hates Tsuna! He got angry with me when I asked him to play with me. Lambo-san asked everyone, but they were busy." So that's why he looked so upset. Yamamoto chuckles. He picks Lambo up with a grin, "Since Tsuna is busy, I'll play with you then." He informed. Lambo screamed in joy with hands held high. Yamamoto lowers Lambo to the floor. The child rampage in his afro as he searched for a specific toy. The Ten-Year Bazooka was lying in front of the two with candy and grenades surrounding them. Yamamoto picks one up to examine it. It looks for real like an actual grenade. "Neh, does this work?"

Lambo stopped for a moment before retrieving back his grenade. "Of course!" He shouted. Without second thoughts, he pulls the trigger. Both males turned pale. Before they knew it, they were blown across the room knocked out. Not only that, it damaged the bazooka. It was hopping crazily and lands upon Yamamoto. And he disappeared in a puff of smoke; he was replaced with a same age person but from a parallel world. And that Yamamoto rest tiredly on the bed.

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Yamamoto woke up to a pounding headache. He rose from his bed uncomfortably. He looks around his room to see it was dark. But that didn't matter anymore. All he was focused on the throbbing pain. The baseball player heads down to see his father if he had any medicine. The sound was dead silent. Maybe all the customers left? That's one of the possibilities. Sliding the door, he saw his father sharpening his knives. The room is also dark like his. Speaking of rooms, where's Lambo? He might've gone him or something. "Hey Pops, do you have any pain killers?" He asked. Tsuyoshi halt for a minute. He didn't even look at Yamamoto. "Is there something wrong?" There was still no response. The throbbing pain ease as uncertainty kicked in. There was something wrong. He knew it, but what exactly?

"This is the first time in a long one since you last spoke to me Takeshi."

"What do you mean? I just talked to you earlier."

He heard a stressed sigh passing his father's lips, "Lately, we… After 'that' incident, you broke down. You've changed so fast. All you did was go to school and lock yourself in your room. You even stop playing baseball…" Yamamoto was trying to comprehend all the information given to him. He stopped playing baseball? Locked himself in his room? It didn't make any sense. Not long ago, he was playing it with his teammates. And what does he meant by 'that' incident? The sick feeling in the bottom of his abdomen spread throughout his body. A half of him wants to know, but the other doesn't. "What incident?" Tsuyoshi dropped his knife down on the counter. Eyes fully widen. It felt like he was caught red handed. "Your friend Tsuna…"

Yamamoto held his breath. What about Tsuna?

"He's dead."

Yamamoto's body became heavy. All the weight pressed against his shoulders. Light brown eyes widen as cruel reality caught up. Tsuna was… dead? It's impossible! He saw Tsuna well and kicking in school. How can he possibly be dead? "But I saw him in school! How can he be dead?" Yamamoto shouted in anger. Tsuyoshi shook his head in disappointment. 'He still denies it.' Was what he thought. "Dad, I love you and all, but what you are saying about Tsuna is going too far!"

"It's the truth!"

Yamamoto's breath fastens itself in his throat. There were times that his father yells at him. It didn't bother him before. But it does now. "Yamamoto, go to your room. I don't feel good talking about this much as you do." Yamamoto wanted to protest. He wants to shout, scream, and yell till his lungs broke. But he did what he was ordered. He walked to his room and lay on his bed. It has to be a lie. Yeah, a small lie that took a bad turn, that's all. Tomorrow, he'll see Tsuna smiling at him when he comes to pick him up with Gokudera. Nothing to worry about. Yamamoto closed his eyes for a short moment. Images of Tsuna dying turned his blood cold. "Don't worry. Tsuna is fine." He reassures himself.

But he never knew he was so wrong.

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The next morning, Yamamoto felt sluggish. But brush it off anyways. He lifts himself off the bed and head to the restroom to freshen up. He hurried his way down when he finished. He was expecting to see his father up and early like usual. Alas, he was not there. Normally, Tsuyoshi wakes up to open the store. Yamamoto continues on nevertheless. Tsuyoshi stepped out of his hiding place before sighing tiredly. He wasn't ready to face his son right now. Not after their previous discussion.

Yamamoto ran as fast as he could. He didn't see Gokudera around, but it didn't matter to him. The baseball player reached to the Sawada residence and knocks on the door happily. He waited for a few minute till the door open. An older man on the other side frowns disappointingly. "What do you want kid?" He asked roughly.

"Um, is Tsuna here?"

"There isn't any 'Tsuna' around this area. I heard that kid died long ago."

With that, he slams the door on Yamamoto, whom didn't get a chance to say anything. Yamamoto stood there in shock. There was that same lie his father told him. Why is everyone saying that? It's all going too far! The older male rushed to school to at least prove false in his father and that man's statement. He hurried himself to his familiar school to see his classmates. All except the petit Tsuna. Gokudera was sitting in his seat with a frustrated expression. "Hey Gokudera! Did you see Tsuna around? People are saying that he's dead. Isn't that strange?" Gokudera remains as how he is and ignores the baseball player. Yamamoto frowns. "Where's Tsuna?" He asked again with a stern voice. Again, he was ignored. That made his blood boils. Usually, he would let it slide, but not this time. "Tell me!" He screams. The entire student's attention was on them now. Yamamoto made no gesture of acknowledging it. All he was focusing on was the silver bomber in front of him. That's when he met with furious emerald colored eyes.

"Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood for this." He growled.

"Neither am I."

It was Gokudera turn to have his blood boiled. "What right do you have to walk up to me and ask about the Tenth? What right do you have to ask me to tell you when you know about it too?" His voice was shaking. Yamamoto knows that he is on the inside also. But he continues nevertheless. The silver haired male stood from his seat as he glares at Yamamoto with deep hatred. And the baseball fanatic can feel it. It was burning holes on his skin, his soul.

"I'm trying so hard to move on. So many times. You act as if it never happened. Everyone here knows about it! They all know that he's gone. Is that what you want to hear me say? Fuck you bastard!" The room became tense. From all the looks, it was correct that they all knew. Gokudera slams his newly formed fist against his wooden desk. His shoulders were shaking roughly. Sounds of sniffling came for the bomber as he cried softly. Yamamoto steps back in discomfort. He looks around the room to see how everyone was distressed as well. So it was true. What his father, that man said was true! Yamamoto shook his head slowly before breaking into a dash.

It can't be! It can't be true! He thought over and over repeatedly.

Yamamoto didn't have a single clue as to where he was running. All he wanted was to get away. Away from reality for a short while. By the time he stopped, he found himself on the rooftop that he always hang with Tsuna and Gokudera, the same rooftop he tried to commit suicide. He stumbles his way to the open space. Yamamoto lost all feeling to his legs; he soon fell on his hands and knees. There is a heavy feeling lacing tightly around his chest. There was the same throbbing pain on his head. And tears stinging his eyes. Yamamoto lowers his body closer to the ground and sobs. Fist connecting with solid ground to release angry, frustration, and sadness. He wasn't the type to behave like this. But only Tsuna is the one that can have this effect on him.

"Tsuna…" He whispers in between sobs.

"Tsuna!"

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Yamamoto woke up to find Lambo across from him. The baseball player raised a brow. He removes himself from the bed and approached the 'sleeping' Lambo. He picks him up and lays the child on the bed before leaving. He walks down the halls and to the store. It was quiet as expected. His father was near the counter, cleaning his precious knives happily. Yamamoto tilted his head. Normally, his father doesn't do that anymore. Not after 'that' incident. Tsuyoshi notice his strangely quiet son standing not too far from him. "Hey Takeshi. What are you doing over there? " He gestured for his son to come stand next to him. He was a bit reluctant, but he did what he was told.

"Is something wrong? You look tense." Tsuyoshi questioned.

"No, it's nothing." He lied.

Tsuyoshi stared at his son with doubt but didn't pry further on. A knock was heard. "Who can that be in such late time?" Yamamoto's father hurried to the door to find out it was one of Yamamoto's friends. Tsuna to be exact. "Who's at the door?" Tsuyoshi set aside in order for him to see who it was. Immediately, Yamamoto froze on the spot. All logical senses escaped the baseball player's mind. He wasn't really sure if what he sees in front of him was real or an illusion. He can feel his heart beating against his chest. But he was sure Tsuna is gone. He witnessed it too. He was supposed to be dead. "I'm here to get Lambo. Sorry for bothering you so late." The brunet apologized. Tsuna stepped into the store as Tsuyoshi showed the way; exiting the room. When they're out of sight, Yamamoto was reeled into the world. He rushed to his room. On his way, he passed his father, whom called out to Yamamoto in confusion. He held his breath as he stood in front of his door.

With whatever confidence he had left, he opens the door silently. There he was; Tsunayoshi Sawada. The same person he knew as dead was in his room, in front of him. Tsuna sighed heavily to see Lambo sleeping on Yamamoto's bed. Without knowing, pair of arms found their way around his petit shoulders. "Y-Yamamoto? What a-are you doing?"

Yamamoto inhales the very familiar scent. It was him. The same Tsuna he knew and cared for.

"Please, for a little while. Let's stay like this."

The grip gotten tighter as Yamamoto leans closer. Warm, soothing breath caresses Tsuna's ears as he blushed. "Yamamoto…" He mumbles under his breath.

He got his Tsuna back.

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Oh how I missed typing stories. I hope you guys enjoyed the story. If there is any confusion about the story, I will personally answer it or do it on the next chapter if I get the chance. Oh I almost forgot. To the four unique voters for my poll, I checked the results and it seems the story 'School's Love Fever' is the winner! I've started but if there are any more voters for my poll, I can start on that too. Please check out the poll on my profile and vote. I take request also. And for readers all around, please review. Show that you care.