— I really didn't know...

      Tsukino looks forward, his older twin brother is standing in front of him. Behind him, the Keepers that should be on his side. Bitterness. This feeling was not only in the heart, but also in the language of Sawada Jr. The taste of bitterness tasted metallic, just like the blood that oozed from the wounds in his mouth.

And what now?

What should he do?

Was it supposed to end exactly the way it started?

      But he tried to fix everything. He wanted to change his fate: his own, family, Keepers, giving them a choice, those who are dear and the one he is in love with. But the world is cruel, cruel to him and merciful to his brother Yeshi. In the eyes of the former Tenth Decimo, the light of hope, which was so bright, went out. He couldn’t believe that everything had been in vain from the very beginning.       A bitter grin, followed by nervous giggles. The laughter of a psycho tears his throat, at the same moment when salty tears ran from his eyes. It’s all over for him, he doesn’t want anything anymore — just to die peacefully. He raises his hand and cleans up the bangs that have fallen over his eyes.       It started to rain. So torrential, strong and so cool. Sawada Jr. puts his face, so similar to Tsunayoshi, under his drops and tries to hide his tears.

It should be strong. Strong. Strong until the end.

      He was given a chance. A second chance to live a better life. — From the very beginning, the boss of Vongola should have been you, Tsunayoshi, — he tries not to let his voice falter. Not to show that he gave up.       His first and most important rule. His personal rule is to keep your face to the very end. He promised himself that he would do it. — What are you talking about, Tsukino?       He pretends that he doesn’t understand anything, at least that’s what Tsukino thinks. It’s bad, he’ll soon get hysterical if he keeps laughing.

Why would he do all this?!

“Let’s get this over with, okay?       Having calmed down, Tsukino looks defiantly at his twin brother and the Keepers. He pointed his index finger at Tsunayoshi and then at Mukuro. And then right on your heart, thumb poking into your chest. His face lights up with a caustic grin, which angers all the Keepers, as it seems to him. Apart from Tsuna, no one looks at him with regret, which for him seems no more than pity. — Oh, come on, Tsunayoshi! Your pity is in my throat! — again a grin on his face and a wild look is directed towards the elders. This look gets to goosebumps, Rokudo looks and finds something in it… alluring . — To be honest, this is my second… life, isn’t it?.. If all this I have lived can be called LIFE!!! After all, everyone is always striving for you! So sweet, defenseless. They are trying to protect you… from ME!!!!! Although… although it wasn’t me who planned it, it wasn’t me…       And bitter tears of despair ran from his eyes. He is exhausted, remembers his second rule — Leave with dignity.       He slowly approaches Mukuro, the violet-blue flame of “despair” lights up in his eye, — he called it after waking up in his second life, — looks without blinking into Mukuro’s heterochromic eyes. With a movement of his hand, forcing the brunette against his will to plunge a trident into his stomach.       Everyone opened their eyes in shock when Mukuro clearly saw a sense of relief and freedom in the eyes opposite. And a gentle look directed at him with a warm smile on the face of Sawada Jr. — Everything… will end… when it spills…… my blood… Kha-ak… — then he pushes off from Rokudo Mukuro. Everyone is still staring at him in disbelief as he staggers to the sides. And in the end he looks at Reborn. — Please… Give this when it’s over…       Reborn just nods in response. And after that, Tsukino falls dead to the ground, raising drops of water above her. All the last pieces of his life disappeared from his eyes when he breathed his last.       No one dared to approach him, except, surprisingly, one person — Rokudo Mukuro. On the one hand, he was grateful to him, because he helped to return Mukuro’s real body. He somehow miraculously managed to persuade Windiche release Mukuro, in exchange for something else. “Something more valuable than Mukuro himself,” as Sawada Tsukino put it at the time. And something else that he couldn’t make out then…       Baby Reborn approaches him and looks at him with hidden sadness and disappointment. Everyone was wondering what Tsukino meant by “second life”? Everyone was guessing except Reborn and… Mukuro. He has an unpleasant residue on his heart, which he wants to get rid of so much. — We need to bury him with everything due, — the strongest Arkaboleno said finally and covered the lifeless eyes of the teenager with his little hands.

***

      Forty days after Tsukino’s death, the whole point was revealed. Everything Tsukino Yeshi tried to protect him from. No one wanted to know everything about Tsukino, and after Reborn strongly recommended reading their letters from him… And what they read then…

It was hard to believe in all this.

      Especially Mukuro. Hadn’t he noticed that? How long? How much would he hide?       Everyone looked at his grave with a guilty look. So tiny, so innocent and in such a quiet and peaceful place. He deserved it. He rightfully deserved all this after the experience. CEDEF were able to get the wrong rats and cleared the ranks of the Vongola from them.       Before the grave, they all confessed. And the last ones who remained at his grave are Tsunayoshi Sawada and Rokudo Mukuro. — I really didn’t know…       Tsunayoshi said, looking at his younger brother’s grave. Not even imagining that his brother’s soul is nearby… and watching him just smiles hovering literally in front of his crying face. [Such a crybaby], — the ghost speaks to nowhere.       The price of his rebirth and failure is wandering in the form of a spirit for life… well, that is, forever? Ghosts don’t die, do they…       Tsunayoshi couldn’t stand it and left the grave. Leaving Mukuro next to him. He was clutching an already battered letter that had been reread many times. The text was worn and barely distinguishable, except for a single phrase.

{I’m really glad I was able to meet you one moretime. After all, my heart yearns only for you.

Sawada Tsukino.}

— What should we do now… I don’t like such a declaration of love… — hisses irritably Rokudo Mukuro looking at the grave.       And for a moment it seems to him that he sees his silhouette. With a sweet, warm and such a pleasant smile… the heart skips a beat. Another blow. And then tears flow from his eyes, from the feeling of warmth, as if he is being hugged. — [You’re such a crybaby too…]