45. Lost (1/2)

second part to 'burn' :)

-lost-

tsuna finishes with the men as easily as anything. after all, it was his flames up against bullets and men who didn't know nearly as much about how to fight close quarters as he did. almost immediately after finishing them off, he half runs, half flies down in the direction he saw kahiro sprint off in.

she's fast and so he trusts she has done exactly as he said and gotten as far away as she can- until he sees her discarded tennis racket bag, opened up and lying in a mess on the sidewalk. picking it up, a feeling of uneasiness spreads through his body, even more so when he sees a bullet embedded in the fence right next to where the bag has been dropped.

slinging it over one shoulder after closing it, he continues on his way only to pause a little way later, his eyes widening at the sight of blood of the pavement, fresh and wet. the uneasiness is taking ahold of him and he moves faster than before, his flames flickering randomly in his growing distress. then, there's a familiar loud gasp of shock and horror coming from a street coming off the one he is moving down and almost immediately he recognizes it as kahiro's because he can't ever imagine her screaming in this sort of situation. scream in surprise at a simply prank or people jumping out at her, yes, but never when she's really in danger, not really.

tsuna flies down to the turning, heart hammering against his chest and oh god, please be safe, please be saf-

the loud, resounding sound of a gunshot makes his mind go completely blank, not even hearing the thud of a body falling after it. it's all white noise to him now and he's in shock, he knows he's in shock but unable to

eak himself out of it.

kahiro.

he turns the corner slowly now, all sense of urgency dead and replaced with an ugly, screaming feeling of foreboding that gets louder and louder as his eyes scan the street before him. his

eathing is hard and the beating of his heart positively painful, it feeling like it wanted to

eak out of his chest and

eathe the open air.

she's the first thing his eyes properly focus on, everything else seeming fuzzy in his vision. there's one of the men from earlier beside her, his hand gripping a gun that he barely notices, and she's bleeding, clothing seeped in red around the wound and-