Prologue

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        He sat on a plane. Tears fall from his eyes as he remember the words he heard from his guardian. He couldn't help but ask where he had gone wrong. He love, care and show them kindness and most of all the patience he offered. Still for his guardian he lack something. Despite being the most powerful man alive.

        "Sir are you alright?" he look up and saw the plane steward. Discreetly wiping his eyes, a fake smile plastered on his face.

        "Yes. Can I ask for a glass of wine?" He stated trying to change the topic. The steward look doubtful.

        "Certainly Sr." the steward answer looking doubtful.

        As the steward left his thought went back. He could still hear the hurtful words his guardian uttered.

        "He shouldn't have been decimo." His storm said firmly

        "Ayami is a true gentle sky." His rain is awed

        "Baka tsuna is not good." Jealous lightning whined

        "AYAMI IS EXTREME!" yelled the simple minded sun

        "kufufufufu I am disappointed with the Vongola." The male mist said.

        "Your right Mukuro sama." The Female mist agreed.

        "Hn. Herbivore sky." The cloud said coldly

        The damaged was done now the broken sky runs.

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