I'm on my own breaking point as well, lol. There's going to be a lot of events involving a lot of people in the future and I'm not ready for human interaction on a large scale. Wish I could go hide forever in the shadow or something. I'm also calling Tsuna's Rain Takeshi in this story so we won't get confused.
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"I'm back!" Takeshi announced cheerfully, a smile stuck to his face as per usual.

Tsuyoshi greeted his son back with equal fervor and left it at that, not able to say more due to the orders he has to prepare for the customers. The teen exchanged some greetings with the customers before disappearing into the kitchen at the back.

A few seconds later, Takeshi approached him with a confused look. "Hey, pops! Did you do something with the bento I prepared this morning?" the young Yamamoto asked. "I couldn't find it on the table where I left it earlier."

"Bento? Oh, you mean the one for the picnic? I already gave it to your friend, Tsunayoshi!" The older Yamamoto answered.

"Tsuna was here?"

"He was, a couple of minutes ago. He seemed sad he wasn't able to meet you. But I guess he won't be sad for long since he'll be meeting you for the picnic anyway!" Tsuyoshi laughed. "By the way, aren't you suppose to go now?"

"Eh?" Takeshi said before looking up at the clock. "Woah! It's almost time for us to meet! Gotta go! Bye, pops!" Takeshi exclaimed as he rushed out, bringing his shinai along out of habit.

Tsuyoshi chuckled at his son's antics. "Some things never change, huh?" he mused to himself. A soft smile appeared at the older man's lips as he stared at the door where Takeshi just went through. "Don't you ever change, Takeshi." he whispered sadly before putting on a cheerful smile and greeted the customers happily.

Back at the teen, Takeshi ran down the streets towards their promised meeting place, his shinai now strapped comfortably on his back. The familiar weight from the blunt weapon would usually set his mind at ease but somehow, somewhere deep inside him, he felt something was wrong. Like as if someone had taken out something and didn't put it back.

It felt so weird, so out of place and so... empty. He hated this feeling. Still is.

The last time he felt like this was during his mother's funeral, and it took him years to fill that gap again. He doesn't want to feel this anymore. He shouldn't even be feeling this empty anymore, not now that he has Tsuna. Unless...

His pace got quicker. So did his heart.

'Please please please be there, Tsuna.' Takeshi prayed, hoping he was wrong, desperately wishing he was absolutely wrong.

When he got there, instead of a smiling Tsuna standing with his faithful right-hand man, waiting for him, all he could see was a distressed Gokudera clutching tightly on a very familiar object that was associated to their one and only Sky. A very familiar and broken object associated to their one and only precious Sky.

Before they could form any thoughts, their body immediately reacted on instinct at the unwelcomed presence, their stance ready to shift in either offense or defense.

"What are you doing here, bastard." Gokudera seethed, his eyes glowing red.

"There is no need to be so guarded." Kawahira said as he appeared, dismissing his Flame. "I did not come here to fight you. Instead, I came here bearing news," he spoke gravely.

"About what?" Takeshi snapped, his grip around his shinai tightened, blue eyes glaring sharply at the man.

"About your Sky."

It was in that moment, both of their worlds stuttered to a stop and came crashing down to the ground at the words that came next.

"Your Sky is gone."