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Beyond All Reason
Preface
There is always more than one point of view
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You can read these as one-shots, or you can go read Carry On by Akua on AO3. I highly recommend it! The story is fantastic and from Harry/Skull's pov. My stories are from the Arcobaleno side of the FUBAR situation they've found themselves in. You'll find a little of everything here: heart felt moments, awkward silliness, family drama, supernatural happenings, magical mysteries, and all around confusion mixed with the world of KHR. Enjoy!
**This is cross posted on AO3 and written with Akua's permission. If you're part of the AO3 crowd, there's some catching up here to do before the new stuff gets posted. Sorry for make you guys wait, I dislike FF formatting. :|
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Sunfire
Newt-Eyes
Eyes can see everything and nothing at once
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It was surreal. The world swayed. Everything depicted upside down in oddly colored hues.
What was he given and where could he find the good stuff?
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++ Master. Hide. ++
Oh. There's Leon. Why was he so big?
They were scampering in a tree and he was dangling from Leon's mouth by a tail.
Why did he have a tail? He felt loopy.
He really needed to stop dreaming like this.
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They were in a park. Maybe a zoo? There were animals everywhere!
Two people curled together and not moving nearby. Purple cloths. Yellow Hair.
++ Skull. Colonello. Wake. Up. ++
++ Master. Dumb. Newt. Hide. ++
What?
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Crack! Crack! Cr-Crack!
"Gather them up! You know the drill! Find every stray animal and un-hex our team! Auror Longbottom! Get these two out of here!"
"Sir! Here's another one! A newt, Sir! It's got a friend!"
Cazzo!
"Aren't you a cute little thing! Yes, you are!"
++ Hands. Off. Woman. ++
"Obliviate!"
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Reborn jerked awake.
It was his safe house in Italy. Wasn't he supposed to be in France?
Where was Leon?
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SkyFall
Rain
A cleanser, a replenisher, a corrosive element : Water shapes the world to it's whims
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The shower was a slice of heaven. On full blast and blistering hot, Colonello could feel the grime from the last few weeks being shorn off him and swirl down the drain. Showers were always therapeutic. Like mini rainfalls, it helped orientate him head. He wasn't sure what to do anymore. The kidnapping was distressing and the torture gruesome. He didn't know why he was taken even though he was the target. The events were still jumbled in his head.
Whatever Family they were from, they were going to be annihilated. He'd already called the rest of the cavalry. Protocol said to get out of dodge and regroup. He just needed to get Skull and himself to the Paris safe house. He needed to figure out how long they'd been captured and how long they'd been gone to the rest of the world. It should have taken months without a flame healer to recover from what he remembered of the torture. Somehow, Skull had nursed him back to health.
Skull worried him though. He'd been out cold since Colonello woke up. The brief moment of conscious on the ferry from England had been a mindless panic. Skull had been disorientated and completely senseless. A wild animal. Colonello had been shocked when his Rain Flames effortlessly weaken Skull, then rendered him comatose again.
Did anyone know Skull originally had emerald green eyes?
It was heart breaking to not see the purple eyes of his cloud. He didn't think it was like what happened to his own eyes. Colonello imagined his were much like hawk vision now. If he didn't concentrate, he'd become disorientated from all the little details he could see or spy objects in the distance, miles away. Despite the change, his eyes weren't a different shape or color. Skull's eyes were a sign of sealed flames.
The Vindcare had banned the art when it's destructive effects became known. The knowledge of flame seals was practically wiped from the mafia world. A seal on a person's flame damaged the mind and soul. They were almost impossible to remove to boot without permanent damage to the inflicted. That a Famiglia had such capabilities spelled trouble.
Tsuna, the only case in the last several decades, was lucky Reborn got to him in his early teens. A couple more years and even Reborn's flame bullets wouldn't have been able to save Tsuna from the killing effects of Nono's seal. The Vongola hadn't realized or didn't care that a seal sluggishly strangled the soul in a slow and painful death as the un-expelled energy continued to grow and tried to expand with no where to go.
What it meant for Skull, he didn't know.
Eyes still closed, Colonello could faintly hear Skull's soft tread on the carpet and occasional murmur over the shower. It was time to look in on his cloud. Skull might know something he didn't and no one got away with hurting his family.
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Dawn of Digital
Witch Doctor
To tempt is to keep that which you should not allow
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"Here. This was on him as well. There's this urge to ignore it similar to the bag."
Finding nothing of interest in said bag, Verde focused on the wristband presented by Colonello. It was pretty in the same way irradiated and lethal substances were enchanting. There were hundreds of radiant phantom blue flower clusters on the band that - under a microscope - were revealed to be vials. A cluster of seven vials exactly like the ones found at the coastal hotel in northern France. They too had the mind trick of 'these are not the vials you are looking for.'
Did… Did Skull relapse into substance abuse again? It was the same color consistency of that toxic cleaning agent Skull was hooked on after everyone turned into toddlers. It's chemical make-up was wrong though. This was a type of ectoplasm that was more meta physical then liquid from what he could tell without un-shrinking and opening a vial. Shamal would be able to tell them more.
The trunk on the floor broke the laws of physics. Bigger on the inside than out, Verde salivated at being able to figure it out. The side of the Victorian Era apothecary was the most daunting. Albus Potter was either a medieval witch doctor who made medical miracles or a certifiable quack.
Verde had been betting on quack until a very specific set of vials caught his attention: an empty eye restorer, an empty general heath restorer, and an empty severe burn salve. Then a set of vials that had the same eerie shade and consistency of Skull's make-up labeled scar remover, another drug addiction look-a-like called a nutrition potion, and two favorite nasty flavored drinks of Skulls' labeled as a dream blocker and mood elevator.
"Shit. Colonello! Reborn!"
They had a new, more immediate goal. Separate and confiscate anything that looked or smelled like something Skull would associate with before the Cloud Arcobaleno woke up. Skull was not getting near them until Albus Potter or the substances were thoroughly investigated and vetted as safe by Shamal or himself.
Verde doubt Skull would notice they were missing if he re-acquired the trunk, or miss the single flower clutter of glowing blue vials that Verde kept in his pocket for further study versus the hundreds of others left on the band.
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