Just a Young Gun with a Quick Fuse
I watched the first episode and saw the 'every day person' encountering something unbelievable and it changes their entire life trope initiated by a bullet to Tsuna's head. Reborn shot it asking what if you die? I was shocked, I thought, based on the OP (promptly falling in love with Tsuna and Kyouya), that this was going to be a happy, cheerful, shounen anime that will not make much sense most of the time based on the apparent baby hitman and magic chameleon, but noooo; ignoring the subsequent comedy that ensues (though loss of inhibitions makes sense as a reason, I'm still at a loss as to why the undergarment stays. 'Cause super drunk people wouldn't care if they strip, and one is forced to live through to make up their regret they wouldn't care if they're stark naked in the middle of a crossfire), I keep thinking just how dark this anime can be.
Flames manifested if you feel as if you are dying. In other words, I thought, if I like this anime and decide to write a fanfic about it, my story is not going to be a 100% happy story no matter how I spin it because canon Dying Will Flames sounds pretty cool. Wyrvel, who wrote "Dead-Eyed Tsuna", portrayed it much, much more horrifically than what I have in mind for this.
I first knew about the terms Classic and Polarized from a crossover of KHR and Harry Potter, and I was a little irked at the implication that people with flames will have "two personality options" when they're born, like if one is a Cloud they'll either resemble Hibari Kyouya (Classic) or Skull de Mort (Polarized). To quote Hail Izzy the Great and Terrible: I don't like the whole Inverted/Polarized terminology. There are reasons for this but mostly because not only is it over elaborate and needlessly confusing for the readers but it seems like an excuse to copy-paste certain personality traits over to OCs or to put characters into boxes. Like saying 's/he's an inverted Rain so of course s/he's like this!' Like the characters can't help but be that way. People are more diverse than that and KHR gives us a small sample of people to work with. So using terms like Hard or Soft. That's fine. Just apply it to Flames, not People. According to her page, Hard Flames have more power than Soft Flames, but I'm going to disagree on that, because to me, the power of Flames depends on the strength of one's resolve.
So, for my story; Classic "Hard" Flames have a darker color, packed more explosiveness/intenseness, has a wider range but also harder to wield, while Polarized "Soft" Flames have a paler color, more flexible, faster recovery, easier to wield but quite limited in area or quantity wise. I like saying Classic and Polarized better than Inverted, Hard or Soft.
Warnings/Tags: Loosely inspired by the TV series Ghost Whisperer. Sporadic updates. My main source of information is Hail Izzy's lecture series ( post/120820456897/khr-flames-hard-or-soft) and my own ideas about Dying Will Flames. Mind "reading". "Telepathy".
Summary: Mare Sky sees their parallel lives. Vongola Sky traverses it not unlike a waterfall. Arcobaleno Sky serves as their anchors. Byakuran can see his alternate-selves' lives. Yuni have visions of the future. Imagine Tsuna being able to catch glimpses of the past. Delivered in snapshots.
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Yuni was tiny and her enemy was large, bulky, and preparing to ram his shield to her body. His three friends were hiding behind places.
If she moves to the right, the cutlass user will slash her.
If she moves to the left, the revolver-toting psychopath will shoot her.
If she jumps upward to avoid the attack… the boxing-man's jumping knee strike will kill her.
That's okay. She was an Active Sky Flame User. Just remember what Tsuna taught her! Stay calm, palm forward, focus on why you fight, bend the knee a little to sprint—
"Yuni-chan!" Hands grabbed her small body from falling off the baby crib. Baby Yuni recognized her as the woman who will wipe her tears with her sleeves before dying.
Yuni patiently waits for her mouth to be able to say the words 'Mama I love you'.
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When little Tsuna was two weeks old, he learned that it was the twenty seventh time the nurse bathed him in the bathtub he was touching.
The same bathtub where another baby with different genitalia died four years sixty nine days eight hours forty three minutes and twelve seconds ago.
Tsuna remembered the female baby's image and time vaguely over the years, and according to Nana he began to throw giant rackets during every bathtime since then.
He stopped trying to wrangle his way out of his mom's hold when he touched her and caught a glimpse of her swimming in a waterpark with her friends. They were smiling and laughing. Playing in the water can actually be fun!
He liked bathing with rubber honey bear, white duckling, and purple aeroplane toys Nana gave him. They've been hers when she was a toddler and had been dumped inside a carton box for sixteen years forty one days one hour thirteen minutes and thirty nine seconds.
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"Is that a baby? Where—why—how," he coughed. "You were never pregnant…?"
"I heard crying," she shook the baby gently. She cooed when the little baby sneezed cutely. "He was placed in a basket inside a dumpster. How cruel." The woman sighed morosely before picking up his hand and placing it over the baby's head.
"Okay. Wow. A Potential Sky. Great. Awesome! Have I ever mentioned how ridiculous your luck is?"
That's what he recalled about how he ended up as Byakuran Gesso.
One of the many recollections at least. They're kind of mixed up, like paper sheets he had never bothered to file neatly and suddenly needed to read them all over again.
In another parallel dimension he had been born to a completely different set of parents from this dimension.
In another there wasn't one but two of him – twins. Except one died one minute after he was born.
There was another glimpse where his birth had terrible timing and his mother was forced to push him out of her womb inside the taxi that was speeding towards the general hospital.
There was one where woke up covered in blood, crying in the doctor's arms like a normal baby.
He's still trying to figure out which one was actually his.
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I wish someone out there will continue Seito-san's KHR slash Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU R27 story "Let Them Come". It's too bad it's a short one-shot. I really love it. I keep re-reading it since finding it in July...