Hello! My first fanfic, so reviews, and favorites are greatly appreictaed! ^^

Disclaimer: I in no way own KHR or any of its characters, I am only a great fan!

Fixing things

It rained that day.

A brown haired man, was kneeling down in a sea of corpses, watching with dull brown eyes, as the rain seeped into the ground, bringing the remnants of his friends blood with them. He could not cry, because the tears wouldn't come. No matter how much he wanted to, he could not "cry."

"…"

All was silent except for the quiet pitter-patter of rain. He swore he would not kill, but it was all a blurry mess after the enemy had mercilessly killed his mother right in front of him. Mama. She could no longer smile sweetly at Tsuna, no longer call him "Tsu-kun", no longer scold him for his clumsy actions, no longer… shower him with love only a mother could.

Iemetsu was killed earlier in a raid on the enemy base. He died fighting valiantly, although Tsuna still held a grudge for being away for so long, he still held a miniscule amount of respect for the man who was his supposed "Father."

Gokudera, being the right-hand man he was, fell by multiple gunshots that were aimed for Takeshi.

"B-baseball idiot…" Gokudera coughed with blood dripping down his chin.

"N-no… come on, stay with me, Gokudera-kun" Takeshi trembled as he held up the dying right hand man.

"..You…have to be… an idiot 'till the end, huh?... "

Water droplets were appearing on the Italian's cheek, until Takeshi realized that he was crying.

"D-don't worry, Ryohei's coming… he'll fix you right up, those sun flames are amazing!" Takeshi forced a smile.

"Ha-ha! Stop joking with me, Gokudera-kun! You'll be…fine" His voice cracked.

"…Protect the tenth… baka….."

Gokudera's eyes glazed over, and stilled.

Takeshi's eyes widened. A shadow crossed his face. He gently set the body of one Hayato Gokudera down, and looked up toward the enemy.

Gone were the cheerful eyes that seemed to always cheer everyone up. Gone was his playful personality, his bright smile, his signature laughter.

What was left was the born hitman Yamamoto Takeshi was hding all those years.

His eyes blazed with such ferocity, that the enemy mafia flinched in terror, some even took a few steps back. Yamamoto now knew this wasn't a game. Only one thing was going in his mind and that was "Avenge Gokudera-kun's death."

In the end, Takeshi was killed, but only after he had decapacitated Gokudera's killer. When Tsuna had walked over, his eyes were closed, and, at last, looked at peace.

So many meaningless deaths, enemy and allies alike.

…back…

...go back….

…I need to…

…I need to go back…

Suddenly his Vongola ring glowed illuminating the dark graveyard. Surprise flashed through the broken eyes, before disappearing completely.

The light engulfed him, and, once the flash wore down, one Sawada Tsunayoshi, Vongola 10th generation boss and heir, had disappeared, leaving no traces of the man ever being there.

The last thing Tsuna heard before losing consciousness was a silky voice whispering in his ear.

"You wish to go back…"

"Then so be it, but once you go, you may find some…alterations"

"After all… no two things can ever be the same…"