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The Soul Seeing Vongola Boss

"On the day when it all began it was raining; dark and stormy was the sky . . ." whispered an old man to his grandchildren as his mind moved back to a different age.

The skies boomed as rain came down and lightning flashed, terrible fires roared overhead as a final barrier cracked yet again. Below on the "Roof of the World" a man strode his footfall sure, his bearing certain, his face grim even as his surroundings were. Immune to the cold the last of the wardens walked into the eye of the storm. As he drew circles in the ground he recalled the fall of the council, the death of his grandfather, the last stand of the last knight, the incineration of the Gatekeeper, his brother's lifeless body, and the end of a former cop. His face became, if possible, both grimmer and wearier with each face, reaching at the last one an expression that would have inspired fear in a corpse.

The Gatekeeper was the last to fall, the Warden knew, and before his fall he conveyed a final desperate gambit, a plan that required an inhuman amount of power. Power like that which could be found in that which was even now destroying humanity itself.

Regrettably that power, due to its terrible nature was unsuited for the task still, although he was a fan of irony even he knew that it was not required in every act. His search for the energy necessary had led him here, to the place that was the very heart of all that remained of winter. Much of the energy he needed would come from that around him, but some of it would come from him. His visage smiled viciously as he recalled what his kind could do at the moment in which all was lost.

Raising his hand, he spoke in an ancient language and glowing circles appeared in the sky. They spread out changing from glowing white and silver to electric blue as their design became ever more intricate and ever larger, the bands of light stretching for miles in all directions. His voice boomed louder still as dark whispering arose in the distance and fire and lightning flashed in wordless, battle for supremacy.

As the fight rose in intensity and the winds battered him, the scarred warden smiled as his circles which had dimmed slightly became more vibrant, their light becoming what some would call ethereal. As his words began to reach their destined zenith point the very earth shook and the man spoke his words with more urgency as his footing crumbled. The Warden fell as the ground far below him rushed to meet him, the final words to that which was meant to change time itself tore from his throat, several of the words meshing together in his furious rush before body met ground.

Closing his eyelid's as he fell through the last 1000 feet of air, his body stilled, and he hit the ground with an ominous thump.

The circles, instead of dimming and slowly spreading across all of earth, slowly coalesced around the body. As the Earth ended by the void crumbled, the light brightened one last time and then vanished without a trace, taking with it a single soul upon a single journey.

In a different parallel reality the boy was late and missed rush hour, but this was not that different parallel reality and the child was not late.

An ambulance screamed its way back to the hospital; the passenger within in terrible shape. As it turned the corner the driver briefly saw behind him the three call pileup, all the drivers miraculously, and unjustly, safe. The young bystanders on the other hand – were not.

The unconscious child shook, in the deepest depths of his mind he saw the expression on Kyoko's face as she saw the vehicle in front of them swerve, he remembered the surprise and for the briefest of instants the unbridled terror. It was characteristic of the oft bullied child that his mind did not consider his own fate, but only remembered the fate of his friend. His mind slowly shut down and his breathing slipped still further, from unconsciousness to coma.

The paramedic beside the lad shouted, "Drive faster," as he looked at the computer's reading of the boy's vitals.

Fourteen minutes and 19 seconds later the Emergency room doctors began to operate on the boy, treating his all but mortal injuries with the greatest care.

Outside in the lobby a young woman waited wringing her hands, and bearing an expression of worry upon her face.

Far away in Italy a man wearing a hardhat picked up a phone and listened to the agent's words, his face paling drastically, he dashed out the door tossing the phone over his shoulder as he grabbed the keys to his car. Starting the car he used his cellphone to bark out orders to his pilot.

Two hours later, while the father was somewhere over the Atlantic, the Doctors informed the mother that while the boy was out of mortal danger he had slipped into a deep coma. The woman listened as the man listed in clinical, cold terms what the possibilities were, giving her his routine apology the overworked man walked off to continue his duties. Behind him the woman broke into tears.

As a woman cried, and a man tapped his fingers impatiently on the armrest beside him, a boy slept on his bed, his breathing slow, yet steady; around him the faintest light shown, a strange combination of orange, gold, blue and silver. The light integrated into a single color that could not be described through simple words, and then it disappeared into the young boy. Waking with a gasp two minds, two personalities stared and then both exhausted and confused, unaware of the other fell back into slumber. A slumber that was destined to be shorter, and more helpful, than the one that preceded it.

AN: Last story that I intend to start (at least until I have finished my current ones). Feel free to hit the review button and tell me what you think. Also there will be more updates over the Holiday's. As such if you like this, I suggest that you check back Christmas morning for further updates.

Standard Disclaimer: All characters (like Tsuna) are the property of their respective owners and this story is not intended for sale, rent or any act that might result in my increased wealth.