Author's Comments:
__ First Reborn! story. The idea just hit me in the face and it was too good to pass up. Have to apologize for an OOCness as I'm not used to writing the chracters. Hopefully it'll get better. D: Um... Please enjoy. :3 Hope I did a good job.
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Prologue: Fallen
The barren expanse of Hell stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. The only light seemed to come from the ground itself and cast a faint red glow on anything that moved. A few demonic creatures flew hither and thither. One humanoid figure moved quickly toward a building that appeared from nowhere. This creature entered quietly and moved through the home with practiced ease. Long silver hair flowed gracefully through the air even though there was no breeze. The demon opened a door but closed it as he didn't find what he was looking for. The demon opened door after door, searching for a certain something – or someone. Eventually, he found what – or who – he was looking for. He slipped into the room and glared at its occupant. A black-haired demon was sitting in a very comfy chair, one leg crossed over the other, holding a glass of wine.
"Xanxus."
Xanxus glanced up, giving him an expectant look.
"There's a new Fallen."
Xanxus gave a very sadistic smile at those words.
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In another part of Hell, two figures sauntered across the bleak landscape. Once again, a house appeared out of thin air and the two demons went in. They walked up a flight of stairs and opened a door to their right. A lone demon sat staring out the window, watching lesser demons meander across the ground.
"Mukuro-sama," the shorter demon addressed the man. He turned to the two. "We have news of a Fallen arriving two hours ago."
Mukuro grinned. "Ku fu fu. Really now? And just where is this Fallen?"
The black-haired demon spoke up. "He's escaped every scout we've sent, along with Xanxus' underlings. Byakuran has made no move, so we suspect he doesn't yet know. No one has been able to track him. We're unable to tell you his whereabouts."
Mukuro frowned. "Oya, oya. That's a problem." He stood up and stretched, his long ponytail swaying to and fro. "I'll just have to find this little angel myself."
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Cars honked and roared past a pale building. People strode by without a second glance, intent on their destinations. No one noticed a bony, black-winged, cat-like creature landing on the sidewalk in front of the building and going in.
The demon's wings folded to fit its back, disappearing with a puff of smoke as soon as they settled. A tattoo appeared on its cheek: two black wings, small, and they seemed to ripple for a moment before fading a bit.
This demon was a messenger demon. It pulled a small roll of parchment out of its sleeve and knocked on the door closest to the entrance.
"Come in," said an amused voice from inside.
The messenger demon entered and held out the message to a white-haired man sitting behind a desk.
It said in a raspy voice," A letter, Byakuran-sama, from one of the other 'devils-in-training'."
Byakuran took the paper, unrolled it, and skimmed the writing. His eyebrows rose and his smile faded.
"A Fallen? That's rare."
The messenger just nodded.
"Well, I'll just have to head back down then," he muttered to himself. He rolled the parchment back up and set it to flames.
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Pure white wings were turning gray; feathers were becoming less feathery and more scaly. This was happening at an extremely slow pace, though.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sat with his wings folded around himself, the red light casting on eerie glow on his terrified face in the dark cocoon. His wings were the only thing hiding his presence from the demons. That, and he was still mostly angelic.
He shivered as he felt an approaching conscience. It was coming slowly, and he thought it would keep going, but it stopped before him. Tsuna opened his wings slightly to peek out; he instantly regretted it.
A shadow loomed over him. A smiling face was all he saw in the darkness. The stranger leaned down to be eye-level with him and leisurely pried his changing wings apart to see Tsuna better.
"So this is where you went, little angel."
It wasn't a question.
Tsuna shivered in fear. His wings being of no use anymore, he retracted them. The disappeared and a tattoo fizzled into life on the back of his right hand. The wings were gray and continued to darken and become more bat-like as time wore on.
He noticed for the first time since Mukuro had arrived, that there were two demons standing behind him. They had matching tattoos: light red bat wings on their left cheeks. Tsuna knew two things by this: 1) they were mates, as mates always have wing tattoos on the same parts of their bodies (they weren't always the same color), and 2) they were lesser demons. Any demon (or angel) who had a tattoo on their face or shoulders was an under-demon. Higher demons usually had them on their hands or arms, where they were easily covered.
But this wasn't helping him escape. He watched this blue-haired demon fearfully.
"Untraceable as you seem to be, it's very easy for any strong demon to sense you. Especially with your angelic little powers fading." Mukuro chuckled at this and continued, "I am Rokudo Mukuro, a devil-in-training."
Tsuna cursed his bad luck. Of course he'd run into one of the strongest demons in Hell right when he'd fallen, and with no help to call on. He stared at the hand Mukuro had thrust toward him, obviously waiting for him to accept the lift up. Either he took the help and risked capture right when he'd arrived, or he ran for dear life in the opposite direction as fast as he could (which would doubtlessly not be fast enough and land him in even more trouble). He was leaning strongly in the direction of the latter when a new voice erupted behind him.
"Voooiii!! Get away from him!"
Tsuna turned his head around so quickly his neck gave a very painfully loud crack. He rubbed it and watched a new silver-haired demon approach them. He carried a sword and was looking pissed. Following him a ways behind was a scary-looking raven-haired demon.
Mukuro gave a look of distaste, retracting his hand. "Ah... Squalo, Xanxus. I see you've heard about him."
Xanxus answered, glancing at Tsuna. "This trash is the Fallen?"
Tsuna looked indignant at being referred to as 'trash'. He was an angel, for Heaven's sake. Well, maybe not so much anymore. The wings were almost completely black and no longer angel's.
Mukuro opened his mouth to retort, but another voice interrupted him.
"I see I'm late to the party."
Every eye turned to the newcomer, who was smiling happily at them.
"Byakuran," Mukuro and Squalo stated. Byakuran laughed.
Tsuna was getting frustrated at his escape routes narrowing down. One DiT and two other who-knew-what-they-were demons. He'd be lucky to stay alive at all. Who knew demons gathered around a Fallen like wolves surrounding prey. What in the world did they what him for anyway? He wasn't an angel anymore. He wasn't of any use. They'd find this out and leave him alone. Or so he tried to convince himself.
Unbeknownst to Tsuna, the two new demons were both devils-in-training and he was screwed. Figuratively, of course.
"W-what do you want with me?" His voice finally found its way out of his dry throat. It came out as a squeak.
All eyes turned to him now, and he shrank under the gazes of these powerful demons. It wasn't every day an angel fell, and they would take whatever information they could get about the goings-on in Heaven.
Mukuro was the first to answer his question. "Ku fu fu. What we want, dear little angel, is to... get to know you." He gave a very evil grin.
Tsuna gulped.
"Voi! That's what you want. We want information about your race," Squalo said.
"Rather, your former race," Byakuran amended.
"And we want them now," Mukuro injected into the conversation, not very happy at being ignored by the other two. "So, little angel – or should I say little Fallen angel. Which of us will you choose to go with."
Tsuna looked around at them, weighing his chances with all of them. Byakuran seemed very happy, a little too happy... Mukuro creeped him out. And Xanxus... Well, Xanxus was just scary; Squalo didn't help much, either.
Before he even got to answer, or decide for that matter, a gunshot rang through the still air of Hell. Mukuro, Xanxus, and Byakuran immediately turned their heads right, and Tsuna followed. His eyes landed on a tall man with a black hat, curly sideburns, and a gun held at just the right angle for the bullet to have skimmed by Tsuna's face without hurting him a bit.
"Ciaossu."
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Author's Comments:
A few things to mention:
1) Only, like, some characters are ten-years-later. __ It just seemed to fit better. Try not get mad at my randomness for picking which characters are TYL! (It's my fic may I remind you)
2) There's this whoooole thing behind the demon and angel thing with the tattoos and everything. I'll probably explain most of it later in the fic.
3) Reborn is TYL! just so you know. Baby him wouldn't have worked out....
4) Why is Tsuna the Fallen? 'Cause he's the main character, that's why! 8D And other reasons, which I will -coughmakeupcough- explain later.
Hope you enjoyed,
MusicofFire