Er... let's try this...<br /><br /><p><lj-cut="Broken Mirror">Broken Mirror by Night-Xiniall.</p><p>I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!. It belongs to Akira Amano.</p><p>(PLEASE NOTE, THAT IN A WAY THIS WAS MEANT TO BE SERIOUS, YET A LITTLE NOT AT THE SAME TIME. FEEL FREE TO LAUGH AT ANY MOMENT AT MY ATTEMPT TO BE AT LEAST A LITTLE DRAMAITIC.)</p><p>--</p><p><i>&ldquo;Tenth! I love you!&rdquo;</i></p><p><i>Tsuna's smile fell, &ldquo;Wh-... at?&rdquo; Gokudera repeated himself, this time looking at the ground nervously and with a quieter voice.</i></p><p>&ldquo;<i>I love you, Tenth...&rdquo;</i></p><p><i>--</i></p><p>When Gokudera got home, we fell onto the couch with and 'oof', and shut his eyes. 'iWay to screw everything up, Mr. Right-Hand Man,/i' a part of his mind cynically said. He didn't have the energy nor the drive to argue with himself.</p><p>He sat up, vaguely wondering if Tsuna would care if he never showed up again in his life, and went back to Italy. He also wondered if he'd even care if he died.</p><p>'<i>Probably not</i>,' the same voice in his head said. He decided to name it Muku.</p><p>For the next two hours he sat there, staring at the ceiling or wall, thinking about what kind of impact what he confessed would have on his, and the tenth's, life.</p><p>He glanced at the clock. 7.58 post meridiem. Might as well go to sleep now.</p><p>Gokudera walked into his bathroom, and before reaching for his toothbrush, and stared at himself in the mirror.</p><p>Hayato Gokudera, 15 years old, 5' 6&rdquo;, 118.8 lbs, Tsunayoshi Sawada's &ndash; the Tenth generation boss of the Vongola Family -- &ldquo;self-proclaimed&rdquo; right-hand man.</p><p>He glared at his reflection when he realized he no longer deserved that title.</p><p>No.</p><p>He didn't deserve it in the first place.</p><p>The mirror was cold, hard, and quite broken in half when Gokudera's fist hit it straight center.</p><p>--</p><p><i>The tenth's eyes were wide open, staring at Gokudera blankly. &ldquo;Gokudera-kun, you... l--,&rdquo; he had to clear his throat, &ldquo;you love m-me?&rdquo;</i></p><p><i>--</i></p><p>He gripped his right hand in pain, knowing that wouldn't help, and would, in fact, only make it <i>worse </i>by pushing the pieces of glass farther in. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to care.</p><p><i>--</i></p><p><i>Gokudera wanted to laugh.</i> (He was laughing already, in the bathroom, at the half of a mirror he'd broken, saying, &ldquo;Tenth, tenth, I was just kidding, don't leave me! ... don't leave...&rdquo;)<i> He wanted to laugh and just say, &ldquo;As a right-hand man loves his boss, of course, tenth! N-Not like</i> that<i>!&rdquo; But he just nodded shakily. Besides, the splotches of pinkish-red on his cheek and nose would give him away.</i></p><p>&ldquo;<i>I'm... sorry, Gokudera-kun... but I... you... I... I'm sorry!&rdquo; And with that, Tsuna ran away.</i></p><p><i>--</i></p><p>Gokudera leaned back on the wall across from the broken mirror. He thought, '<i>No matter how clich&eacute; it sounds, that mirror is in the exact same condition as my heart</i>.'</p><p>Muku only laughed in a way that reminded him of the man he'd named it after.</p><p>The teen sat down on the floor and let go of his hand. He stared at the blood on his left hand that had come from the cuts on his right. He glanced at some of the other shards on the floor. His hand unconsciously reached for a couple of them and stabbed his already bleeding one.</p><p>He sat there for a half and hour stabbing little shards of glass in his right hand and other places on his body, eventually passing out from blood loss and exhaustion.</p><p>--</p><p>Yamamoto, needlessly to say, was very, very, very, very shocked to see Gokudera out cold on his bathroom floor, blood pouring out of various body parts from glass shards. There were even some in the shape of the kanji for 'juudaime' on his chest. '<i>Gokudera is very, very, very, very lucky Tsuna was so worried about him, and asked me to check up on him</i>,' is what he thought calling 911, and trying in vain to pull out some of the pieces while the ambulance came.</p><p>--</p><p>&ldquo;Gokudera-kun!!&rdquo; yelled Tsuna, running into the hospital. The woman at the desk looked up at him, a worried smile on her face. &ldquo;Are you looking for Hayato Gokudera?&rdquo; she asked. Tsuna nodded frantically. She told him his room number, and that it was on the second floor. He gave her a weak, 'thank you' and rushed to the elevator.</p><p>He pushed the button for floor 2, and waited for the elevator to start. When it beeped, alarming the door was opening, Tsuna was forced to the back of the elevator as a family and a couple stragglers walked in.</p><p>An hour later after going to <i>every single goddamn floor</i>, Tsuna trudged off the elevator, almost wishing they had never been invented.</p><p>He slid the door opened and closed quietly, walking in, holding his breath. It was dark, and the only sound the brunette heard was the steady 'beep beep beep' from the heart monitor, the room's other occupant's breathing, and the blood rushing in his ears. He tiptoed to Gokudera's bed and watched -- in sheer relief, <i>he was alive! -- </i>his chest wrapped in bandages rise and fall.</p><p>&ldquo;Gokudera-kun, I am so so sorry...&rdquo; he whispered, &ldquo;I just... It's... I was thinking. When I said no to you, it was because I automatically thought, 'no, Gokudera-kun is a boy, we can't be together' without really thinking, so... yeah... anyways, I was thinking afterwards. I thought maybe it wouldn't be to bad to be with you... At least... at least I know you'd never leave me, hm..?&rdquo; Tsuna gave out a small chuckle.</p><p>&ldquo;I know you're sleeping... I'm going to leave now. But... I'll visit you tomorrow.</p><p>--</p><p>Exactly one hour, twenty minutes, and eighteen second later, Gokudera awoke. With the strangest feeling of euphoria. Yet it only lasted two minutes, and seven seconds. Three seconds after, he fell asleep.</p><p>--</p><p>end.</lj-cut></p><br />