HEARTBEAT

Heartbeat Bullet: Developer: Dear My 1bit: Publishers: Dear My 1bit: Related anime DB-ANN Katekyou Hitman Reborn! (TV Series, 2006) Description. Heartbeat Bullet is an unofficial doujin dating sim based on the Katekyo Hitman Reborn shounen anime/manga series. The original game was created by ZUN for Digital Game Expo 2014's 'Doujin Shooting Game Caravan' contest. It was available to be played but never released or to be sold outside the event. Danmaku Amanojaku Gold Rush is a survival score attack game which charges the player with gathering the highest score possible. Reincarnation is the concept that a person's essence continues after their body dies, and may be reborn into a new one after their lifetime. These manga focus on the theme of reincarnation, featuring characters who either have been reborn into a new life-cycle, or may be carrying the spirits of past lives as well as having their own personality. Title: Heartbeat Bullet: Developer: Dear My 1bit: Publishers: Dear My 1bit: Related anime DB-ANN Katekyou Hitman Reborn!(TV Series, 2006) Description. Heartbeat Bullet is an unofficial doujin dating sim based on the Katekyo Hitman Reborn shounen anime/manga series.

The clouds had a red tint to them that night. No stars could be seen clearly, and a mocking radiance of the moon's light was the only brightness in the sky, like the ray of a flashlight shining through a thick red fabric.

If the curtains hadn't been drawn, both occupants of the room would have been able to see the garden below, enveloped by gray mist, and the silence and quietness of the air and flowers. But neither of them had had the time to pay attention to the outside that day, not had they cared. Each one was wrapped by their own thoughts, which floated around their minds in the strained air that surrounded them. They hadn't talked to each other for a while.

Tsuna was the first to get under the covers of the king-sized canopied bed, in only a pair of pajama pants, his torso bare. He looked at his lover, whose back was facing him; one last look before he closed his eyes.

The raven hadn't made any efforts to talk to his lover ever since he had returned, and even though many would have considered that being part of Hibari's personality, Tsuna knew better. In the scarce time Hibari had dedicated to him, they hadn't talked and barely made eye contact, the efforts from the brunet's part to get him to talk resulting in awkward silences and heated discussions.

Tsuna couldn't understand what was wrong. Gokudera and Yamamoto had been beyond pissed at him for not telling them about the plan, but that was their way of telling him how much they loved him and how he should trust in them more. All of his other friends had had similar reactions, but Hibari didn't have any motive to act like that. He was the one who knew about it, after all.

He had surpassed the phase of insecurities long ago, after they had started their relationship. Tsuna knew he hadn't done anything wrong, and if he had, he knew Hibari wouldn't have hesitated to tell him so. That meant the problem concerned his lover, and that was where his fear resided. Had something happened in the time he had been away? Had Hibari realized he was happier without him? With those troubling thoughts, he fell into a troubled slumber.

Right after Tsuna's breathing had evened, Hibari slid into the bed next to him.

'What's your problem?!'

'Nothing'

'I just don't understand why you're so mad! Talk to me, Kyoya!'

Knowing the plan hadn't made a difference. He had tried to persuade Tsuna not to do it; he had tried to convince him that he alone could take them down, to no avail. And Tsuna had tried to calm him, to assure him that everything would be alright. And Hibari had believed him.

The day the news broke inside the Vongola base, he was away. He didn't want to be there to stand the other guardians' wailing, and only appeared for the funeral.

The whole family, even Mukuro, had been present. It had taken place at clearing in the forest, one of Tsuna's favorite places to meditate and escape the chaos of the headquarters. His lover was dressed in his usual black suit with an orange shirt, his hair as untamed as always, and his honey-colored eyes closed. He looked so at peace, as if his chest hadn't been pierced by a bullet.

Everyone had made way for him to take a closer look as he approached, some glaring at him for arriving so late. The other guardians, along with Nana, Iemitsu and Reborn, stood at the front in a row, all of their eyes stained with unshed tears.

Hibari knew all this mourning would come to an end soon. He knew Tsuna was only resting in that coffin surrounded by lilies; he was only waiting for the future to be fixed so he could wake up and smile like he always did.

But it somehow unsettled Hibari to see him still and cold like that.

He had kneeled down next to his lover. His fingertips had run across his cold, soft cheek, and remembered the time when Tsuna would stop his hand to bring it to his lips. He had never said it, but he always craved for those pure, loving kisses. His hand had caressed those soft locks, reviving the times when he would inhale their sent as he cradled the other against his chest. He loved that perfume, even more so mixed with Tsuna's favorite cologne. He traced the outline of the other's lips, wanting them to curve upwards and whisper the sickeningly sweet words of love that brought peace to his soul.

But then, his hand had continued down Tsuna's chest, and stilled suddenly. He pressed down softly, slightly, as if he could still hurt the other, and felt a sense of dread wrap around his chest, suffocating him. Because there, underneath the fabric of the suit, underneath the cold skin, there was nothing. No heartbeat.

The sudden realization made him freeze, even though it should have been evident from the start. Dead people's hearts don't beat. And that was what made Hibari, for the first time in his entire life, feel scared.

His lover was not pretending. Tsuna was not resting. Tsuna was dead, dead and gone, and if this whole plot failed, he would be gone forever. And Hibari knew there was a huge chance everything fell apart.

When the younger Tsunayoshi had come from the past, confused and frightened, it had only helped Hibari to remember that was not the brunet he loved, but a painful reminder of him. He had trained him the way he had sparred with his older self; his clumsiness, kindness and bravery made him remember why Hibari's younger self had fallen in love with him all those years ago. His warmness, determination and strength made his remember why he was still in love.

In the end, the plan was a success, as Tsuna had predicted. There were mixed reactions –anger, happiness, relief, indifference –but everything had turned out alright. Tsuna was there with them, smiling and lighting the place with his presence as he had always done. But that hadn't been enough to bring Hibari peace.

He reached for Tsuna under the covers. Slowly, gently, very unlike him, he caressed the soft skin of the other's hip, the hips that at nights like this would move in sync with his own. His fingertips traced the outline of Tsuna's muscles and continued on towards his arms, the slender arms that wrapped around his neck to pull him into the most passionate kisses. Finally, he reached Tsuna's chest, which moved up and down with the heart's every pulse and Tsuna's breahting.

He put his ear above the beat so he could hear it more clearly. It was strong and continuous, it echoed within him and made his own hear beat in the same rhythm.

He had wanted to own Tsunayoshi's very existence, for the brunet to be for him only. He had thought those smiles in his directions, those whispers into his ears, the gentle touches to his body were of his property. Yet it had all been taken away from him so easily, and he had felt so helpless and confused, because it had made him understand.

Tsunayoshi was never truly his. He was Vongola's, and the fact that he had given his love to Hibari was only a lucky twist of destiny, because he could have easily fallen for anyone else. Tsuna belonged to everyone, and that's the reason he had left him so easily: for the sake of everyone else. That was what he was confused about the most. Because he didn't mind.

He kissed Tsuna's pulse, waking his up. He kissed his way up the other's neck, and then he licked Tsuna's arm up to his wrist, where he began kissing again.

'Kyoya…?'

He didn't mind, because all he wanted was for Tsuna to live. Even if he left, even if one day Tsuna stopped loving him, if he started to hate him, he didn't mind. So long as he was alive, as long as he could see him smile and be happy from afar, as long as…

'…you keep your heart beating.'

Tsuna's eyes widened. He looked at his lover, whose face was hidden in the crook of his neck and was kissing his pulse. And he understood.

'I won't leave you, Kyoya. Never again. I couldn't…' he was interrupted by a pair of soft lips against his own. No words were necessary. Instead, Tsuna dedicated Hibari his brightest, most sincere smile, and guided him to his chest again.

Hibari wrapped his arms around Tsuna, and allowed his heartbeat beat to lull him to sleep.

This little fluffy thing occurred to me while I was working on the outline for the next chapter of 'Baby Steps'. It brought me cavities.

I realized with this I kind of suck at fancy descriptions (meaning no disrespect to the ones who write them, it's just a way to call that style of writing), read the beginning to see what I mean. But I think the best stories are also the simplest, or rather, fancy descriptions aren't necessary when the beauty of the story is in the facts themselves, which doesn't mean they shouldn't be well-written! (Besides my vocabulary is kind of limited 3).But I don't know. Do you prefer stories with a lot of imagery and metaphors and fancy descriptions and such, or more simple ones? (Improvised poll!)

As always, feedback and critique are welcome. Thank you very much for reading!

Love and hugs,

҉ Nina ҉

Doujin Game Reborn Heartbeat Bullet Machine

A/N So this is something I have been milling over for a while. It isn't connected with anything... yet. Again it is not beta'd if you would be willing to beta for me please drop me a line. Feel free to check out my other works and I hope you enjoys this. Please review.

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The last day with his Guardians was spent in a bitter-sweet blur. He watched them more closely, as if trying to cement their images in his head, and he was sure that more than one of them suspected something was wrong and he hoped that his smile still had the power to set them at ease. Night fell as they sat around the long semi-formal dining table in the heart of his Italian fortress. Down at the end Lambo was laughing quietly as Ryohei tried valiantly to drag Kyoya into an arm wrestling match, a new passion. Seated to the left and right of him sat Takeshi and Hayato, both men trying to pretend they weren't making eyes at each other. It was a perfect end to the day as far as Tsuna, Vongola Decimo, was concerned.

Surrounded by his beloved family, not Famiglia but family, he felt himself waver in his plan as he had a number of times in the days previous, but as always his bullet-proof conviction in this matter persevered. After the meal they retired to a sitting room and instead of going to his office to work on war reports as he had for many weeks he stayed with his friends and just basked in their presence. He could feel a lifting in the air of the melancholy that had been every present in the house since the first sign of that man. Tsuna brushed the thought away not wanting to spoil his mood.

They all decided to go to bed fairly early seeing as most of them had planes to catch in the morning. As he passed each Guardian he brushed pale fingers through their hair. It was sign of their love and loyalty towards him that they all, even Kyoya, leaned slightly into his touch. He bid them good-night and departed to his bedchambers.

Once there he laid down on his luxuriously appointed bed still fully clothed. The night passed slowly for Tsuna as he lay there staring into the dark, cold empty room. He didn't think of anything in particular, in fact there were times where he didn't think at all. He sat up slowly as the first rays of the dawning sun peeked into his spacious room. He went about his daily absolutions as if it wasn't possibly the last time he would see his loved ones.

Finally dressed in his signature classic white suit, Tsunayoshi Sawada looked into the mirror that had been attached to the wall of his wardrobe. Dark circles were painted beneath his brown eyes and his pale skin had a sickly tinge to it. He allowed a bit of Sun Flames to leak into his body, a trick he had learned from Dino who had a Sun Secondary, and felt the aches and pains of a sleepless night fade. A quick glance in the mirror showed a youthful and healthy man who didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

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Breakfast with his Guardians was harder then dinner had been, and it took every ounce of training to keep from bursting into tears right there at the informal dinning table in the west lounge. Of course Lambo, perhaps sensing Tsuna's melancholy, almost started a food fight with Takeshi causing the brunet to dissolve into giggles unbefitting a man of his station.

All too soon it was time for the Guardians to leave and Tsuna escorted them to the main door just as he normally did. He gave each of them their customary kiss of farewell on the cheek and watched as they headed out to their respective limos. As he watched the last of them fade out of sight a single tear rolled down his smooth face. He wiped it away before any of the milling servants could see.

The brunet turned on the heel of his white shoes and started up the grand staircase that took up much of the entrance hall. He took three rights, a left and another right before coming to the last door on the left. He was alone in this wing so he allowed his head to rest forlornly on the steel backed wooden door as he waited, his hand on the bronze door knob.

After almost an hour of standing there he pushed open the door. Not a ray of light filtered into the room but Tsuna didn't need it find the wall of windows that was the left hand wall. He pulled open the curtains and basked in the sunlight for a moment before turning back to the room. Dust had only recently started to settle into the crevices, it hadn't been too long since the occupant had disappeared after all, less than two weeks really.

Tsuna strode across the now lit room and paused in front of the dresser that stood on the wall to his left. The only things resting on the once polished surface was a black fedora and a shiny black CZ75 1st. He picked up the fedora and placed it stylishly on his head of chestnut hair as he'd been shown, it clashed with his suit but the sight of it brought back memories of an easier time when all that mattered was wearing the right clothes and having a positive attitude. He chuckled as tears began to slip down his face, those memories were just as bitter-sweet as the night before had been.

Doujin Game Reborn Heartbeat Bullet Train

Finally he set the hat back down and his hand hovered over the gun for a moment in hesitant before wrapping around the grip.

He lifted the pistol and with a sure and steady hand sighted along the barrel at an imaginary target. He closed his tearing eyes as he crumpled to the ground, gun pressed hard to his chest. Tsuna sobbed quietly, his whole body shook in despair as he finally truly mourned the death of his beloved tutor, Reborn.

Reborn had been his guiding voice in the rough waters of the mafia and then he'd gotten sick. The non Tri-Ni-Set Radiation had caused Reborn to grow ill shortly after the new year but he'd still been a heavy presence in the back of his mind and suddenly even that had been stripped from him.

What was he going to do?

How was he going to go on?

How was he going to know when to fight and when to stop?

Would Reborn approve?

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Those had been the most logical questions to role through his mind in the days following Reborn's 'death'. When he wasn't working diligently on war reports or following phantom whispers of his tutor's voice, he'd rolled those questions and his plan around in his head.

His Plane, the tears stopped as his grip on the CZ75 tightened, he stared out the window as once again the thought of what he would do that day crossed his mind. Tsuna knew that his death at Byakuran's hand would have a similar if not stronger effect on his family and friends. The mafia would reel and eventually his name would only be remembered as a foot night in history as the person who had led Vongola to their doom. And if his younger self and his friends failed in their mission there might not even be any eventualities as Byakuran would have control of the full Tri-Ni-Set.

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He took a deep shuddering breath and allowed the hand holding the gun to fall to his side. Tsuna stood from the ground gracefully despite his stiff and sore joints, and gently placed the gun back in it across the slightest imprint of dust on the dresser surface. The slight imperfection was the only sign besides the open window that had even been in the room.

He exited with the feeling of a tiny weight upon his shoulder as if the Arcobaleno still sat there, hand wrapped loosely in him fluffy hair. It gave him strength to remember Reborn, even if he would have been pissed beyond belief at Tsuna for the stupid thing he had planned. After all Reborn had trained him to survive against all odds, and he was going to his death.

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He retraced his steps down the many halls and descended the stairs again. His Hyper Intuition alerted him that no servants were around though he knew soon they would realize he had left because of the security cameras. Tsuna could only hope they thought he was going for a walk in the front garden as he had several times in the past months.

He had just started the car he had had stashed in the woods when the alarms started behind him. Tsuna pulled away and began the long drive to his death, and perhaps to the death of his friends. His breath was steady and his hands firm on the wheel, he would go out as calm and fearless as was expected of him as Vongola Decimo.