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Chapter [One]
In the time the Earth was new and its land soft and vulnerable from Mother Nature's treacherous hands. The people of the earth suffered severely and was said to have been forced to live underneath the Earth's crust as a form of protection over the treacherous weathers of the young earth's climate. But the ground was soft and new that even burrowed deep within did not save them from the cold that accumulated above ground. They suffered cold intense nights and starved for days, not knowing when the sky would change long enough for them to hunt above ground for food and fresh clean water.
They prayed to the gods for shelter and safety until one day, a boy, whose will and determination to save his people from starvation, chose to brave the earth's weathers and climb above ground in desperation. For five days he spent above, defying wild storms, menacing lightning, cold mists and freezing rain with ominous looking clouds and never once crawled back down underneath the dirt. Five days he strove, hunting for food against all odds with nothing but the clothes on his back and his resilience to warm himself up enough to move until came the sixth day where the sun shined for the first time in his presence with a heat that came, not from its rays but from inside himself that materialized on his forehead and hands.
He looked up and a sudden ray of colorful bows started to appear from above the clouds to the ground below. He looked down at his burning hands and reached up to the colorful rays as if to grab them but with the slightest touch of his hand, the seven colors of the ray separated and spread amongst the far edges of the earth, never noticing the yellow ray to lodge itself on the ground behind him. He looked down disappointed but then remembered his people, still burrowed deep within the earth's crust and headed down to show them of this new warmth.
He crawled down and showed them his source of heat, then proceeded to transfer this warmth to others but frowned when he realized he could not go around giving each tiny flames of warmth in their burrowed homes, so he resolved himself to find them a place under the sun. He went up again only to find that the sun has been covered by clouds that were a sign for the hated cold to come. He frowned deeply and went to find the highest hilltop closest to the sky and rubbed his burning hands together with a will and determination to change his people's lives with warmth. He spread his burning hands out and a sudden flame came bursting from him to the ground large enough for the heat to eliminate the cold and for the dangerous weather to subside and show the sun once again. He smiled and ran for the burrows to call out to his people with a grin that rivaled the shining sun. The people were overjoyed and built their life around his Flame with happiness as they spread the news of the boy's 'Sky Flames' appropriately named for his Flame revealed to them the Sky.
He was crowned king and built a castle above his Flame to never be doused by wind or rain and to forever give warmth to their land.
He then taught others of his ability to produce Flames and had discovered of other different colored Flames with each its own special ability but having his still as the strongest as he could harmonize each of the produced flames. He christened each with a name that most resembled the weather that he had battled with during his five days of struggle; red for storm, blue for rain, green for lightning, purple for cloud, indigo for mist and yellow for sun.
He then started to hear of other people having built their own Kingdoms and chose one of each different Flame to help protect and govern their Kingdom and its people. He called them the Guardians.
Even a hundred years afterwards, the Kingdom of Vongola still stands to this day, with the boy, Sawada Yoshinubo's direct descendants as the reigning royalty of the Kingdom with the continued tradition of hand picking their own Guardians to help protect and govern the Kingdom and its people.
And never once did in those hundred years did the cold-.
The child with gravity-defying hair shut the book with a dismal sigh before glancing to his left upon his huge open curtained window showing the night sky with its twinkling stars and glowing moon. He felt his mood dampen as the pretty sight only caused him to remember the previous day's events veering his honey colored eyes to the empty space from across him on where another bed was suppose to be. He felt his little hands clench tight and look down on them when he felt a surge of his inner power started to accumulate in his fist.
He bit his lip in vexation, not wanting to release his inner 'Flame' but was forced to release from the building pressure that his weak hands could not hold. A sudden burst of ice blue in a shape of a snowflake appeared from one hand and he couldn't help but look on in the beauty and wonder of it. He opened his other fist and the same result of an ice blue snowflake was shown; even bigger than the other. A smile of childlike wonder came to his lips and he again let loose another surge of his inner power only to have, not a snowflake but a burst of snowy stream that curled in of itself followed by another, then another, with each getting taller and bigger until it collided with the ceiling above him in an explosive glittering effect producing a myriad of tiny snowflakes drift from above him.
He studied the mark left behind by his Ice and noticed how the middle part from where it collided was a darker blue that ended with a shade lighter around the edges. He blinked when a snowflake landed on his nose that jerk him out of his observation only to have a barrage of bad memories enter through the front of his mind.
'YOU ICE DEMON!' A woman hugging her young son protectively from him yelled, 'YOU ALMOST FROZE MY SON!'
'It might be best if we move you to another place Tsuna,' His father, the current King Regent, tell him with a solemn look. 'I don't think it is safe for anyone to be around you at the moment. Not until you learn to control your Flame.'
A mansion not far from the palace looms from his seat on the open Barouche. 'I'm sure it won't be that bad living alone, Tsuna.' He turns to look at his mother, dressed in a soft pink and white ruffled layered dress with a matching colored bonnet and parasol. 'She looks pretty' He thought as he stares at her smiling face, realizing that this might be the last time he will see her for at least until he can be allowed back to the palace. He fakes a smile in return, not missing the distance she was seated upon. He turned back to the mansion and eyed the body of water it rested next upon.
'And this will be your room for the time being until you turn of age, Sir Tsuna.' The butler, an old but still capable man named Alfredo, gestured inside a room reminiscent to the one he used to share with his-. He smiled in thanks to the old butler and proceeded inside, ignoring the tightening of his heart as he strove to the huge open curtained window outlooking the lake. A time was announced set for lunch but he stayed silent until a click of a door was heard, not missing the silent declaration of his mother leaving before lunch was even served.
A tear fell from an eye and Tsuna shook his head in an attempt to remove himself from remembering before placing his Histoire book on his bed-side table and pulling his thick blanket in an intent to hide himself away from the world. It doesn't work.
[X][x][X]
'Knock' 'Knock', 'KnockKnock', 'Knock'.
The seven year-old, Sawada Tsunayoshi, cousin to the current heir of Vongola, Giotto and Son the the current King Regent of their Kingdom, stirs as he groggily wakes up to the sound of knocking at his door. He sits up only to realize that this was the start of his first day in the lonely mansion. A series of knocking pulls him out of his reveries.
'Knock' 'Knock', 'KnockKnock', 'Knock'.
Familiar knocking. His eyes widens at the recognizable knock, only to sit up in disbelief. Another series of tapping on his door resounds in his room.
'Knock' 'Knock', 'KnockKnock', 'Knock'.
His eyes widens once more before he dashes across his room to the door and reaches for the doorknob, only to halt his hand from touching the knob as a yell resonated in his mind.
'YOU ALMOST FROZE MY SON!'
'ALMOST FROZE…!'
'YOU FROZE MY SON!'
He let out a gasp and tripped and fell backwards, landing on his rear end, loud enough to cause worry from the other side of the closed door. The series of knocks started to accumulate to a panic-stricken state.
"Tsuna?!" A voice from the other side called, panic-stricken as his knocks. Although muffled by the wood, Tsuna could still correctly identify the voice, having been with that person ever since he was born and ultimately ending up rooming with that person in the palace. Tsuna frowned as he stood and walked up to his door, leaning against it rather than opening it like he would've wanted to.
He turned and sat down on the floor with his back against the door. Curling up, he continued to listen to the series of knocks that his most beloved twelve year old cousin made up with him as a code to ensure the identity of the other person. His hands started to tremble only for him to lock them against his stomach in an effort to fight his urge of wanting to turn the knob. He closes his eyes as his cousin from the other side of the door started speaking to him.
From the other side of the white decorated door, a gravity-defying blonde haired teen cut short his knocking as he finally realized that his adorable brunette of a cousin will not open his door. His eyes soften as he correctly guessed the reason and instead leans his head against the door, knowing by intuition that his cousin was just right behind it.
"Tsuna?" He softly whispers against the door, knowing that the brunette was listening. He opened his mouth to give his reason for coming to the mansion despite having forbidden to do so but stopped letting not a word pass through. He furrowed his brows anxiously as he started to really think about how his words will affect his beloved cousin's heart. 'He will surely still blame himself and lock himself up even more.' He thought with a frown as memories of that one day emerge in his mind.
'She's not breathing!' a man shouted. 'Quick! Call Shamal and the others!' another man shouted but Giotto knew that it was already too late but was not saddened by the thought since Grandmother Luce had already alerted him of the inevitable long before she was confined on her bed. It was sad yes, but he will not cry for Grandmother Luce had already accepted her fate with a smile in the end, so why not he? And as bad as it was to say, he had other important matters. He turned to the loud sound of wailing from the far corner of the room and saw Tsuna curled up, clutching with both hands a pacifier that was rumored to hold the Original Sky Flame of the Rainbow.
He watched with deep sorrow as the men loyal to Grandmother Luce forcefully take away the pacifier from Tsuna's clutching hands. He looked away in guilt and ran to him, forcibly locking him in his arms to trap him from going after the pacifier. He tightened his eyes closed as he felt Tsuna's strength weaken until he was nothing but a sobbing mess.
It was three weeks after that they had sent Tsuna to the mansion.
He shook his head as he pushed back the images and instead thought about how to get his brother to open the door. An idea came when a look to a glass window from behind him fluttered in view. He turned back to the door and knocked.
'Knock' 'Knock', 'KnockKnock', 'Knock'.
"Tsuna?" He started with a cheer in his voice. "Do you want to build a snowman?" He asked with a smile, knowing there wasn't enough snow yet accumulated to actually build a snowman but with Tsuna's special abilities it would be no problem. It did help that the brunette loved playing in the snow, despite hating his 'Flame'.
From inside, Tsuna opened his eyes and looked up to his glass window, widening when he saw white drops of snow drifting from outside his window. His lips twitched upwards. Giotto smirked as if sensing this and continued to coax him out of the room.
"Come on let's go and play!" Giotto grinned, knowing that the brunette loved to play. He then turned and leaned his body against the door sighing dramatically and loudly enough for Tsuna to hear. "I've had so much lessons for the past week that I feel like I never see you anymore, so please come out the door. It's been only a day since you left but it feels as if you've truly gone away!" Tsuna twitched in guilt but nevertheless stayed put. Giotto frowned as he said his next words.
"Do you still consider us as best buddies? 'Cuz with you not opening this door it feels as if you're pushing me away... Can you at least tell me why?" Tsuna bit his lip hard as he refused to answer and felt his eyes watering from the pain or the guilt, he did not know. Giotto frowned as if he felt Tsuna's pain too, knowing that his words are the cause of it but deem it necessary if to pull Tsuna from his self-appointed isolation. When no answer came, he asked his first question again but now in a somber tone.
"Do you want to build a snowman? … It doesn't have to be a snowman…" Footsteps from hall made him veer right only to sigh in relief as he saw his red headed best friend come into view with an apologetic expression.
"Time's up, Gio" He declared. Giotto furrowed his brows but gave an accepting nod and turned one last time to the door.
"I'll come back when I can. Hopefully, you'll be in a better mood by then." He smiled as he cheered himself up with a bit of good news for his favorite cousin, "I heard from Grandfather that a tutor for you will be sent as soon as he comes back from an assigned mission. I don't know who'll it be but I heard he's strongly recommended. I just hope it won't be Reborn." Both the boys shuddered and Tsuna tilted his head in confusion as if having felt through the door.
"G and the others miss you, as well as I," 'Not as much as I', "and the kids at the orphanage always ask when you'll come back and I told them, soon…" When no sound came through the door he frowned and whispered, "Hopefully."
"... Okay… Bye."
Tsuna lets out quiet sobs as he heard the quiet footsteps of the person he truly cared about fade away.
[X][x][X]
A year passed since Giotto's visit and Tsuna as an eight-year old was now getting ready for the next person to have come personally for him. His tutor. Whom, he heard from Giotto's letter -that came almost everyday with an apology of not visiting him on that day because of tighter security and added lessons (as punishment for disobeying and creating chaos from his disappearing to visit him)-, was staying with him in his mansion indefinitely. His palms couldn't stop sweating.
He was nervous, no, more than terrified and he thought that he had a right to be after having no other human contact aside from the few servants that stayed with him in this mansion. His hands were permanently on vibrate and he thought it a miracle that he managed to dress himself with the remainder of the tie which he will leave to Alfredo to put on as it was impossible at the moment with his non-stop shaking hands. A knock jolted him from his thoughts and he turned to his door as it opened to reveal the butler of his mansion. He smiled in relief and held up the tie on which Alfredo automatically tended to.
After they were done, Tsuna followed Alfredo to the main lounge area of the mansion where his new tutor was waiting. He was lucky that he didn't trip for he did not want to greet his new house-mate with rumpled clothes. It did not stop his hands from twisting the ends of his jacket though and almost bumped into Alfredo did he not look up from the floor to see Alfredo's legs stopping by the lounge's door. He backed up as the old butler stood sideways by the door, waiting for him to enter. He hesitated.
He knew that it was a rude gesture to stand immobile by the door while the other party had already noticed his presence but he wanted, no, needed, to have a few more seconds to himself before welcoming the man to his home. He blinked up to the butler looking for some reassurance from the old man who had been genuinely kind to him since the beginning, despite being forced to serve someone as undeserving as him and smiled when the butler gave him smile and a minutely nod enough to lift some of his nerves away. He took a deep breath and walked in with as much grace as he could muster, stopping just in view of the man -or teen- on the couch. He gulped.
Looking at the man -or teen- that was his new tutor, Tsuna couldn't help but tilt his head and stare in awe. The man's -or teen- sitting on the couch with a steaming cup of coffee was unlike anyone he had ever seen before, even from the palace. He lounged on the couch reminiscent of a lazy cat but still having the presence of a tiger eyeing its prey, not unlike his Uncle Xanxus but different. And with the all black shaded suit save for the white shirt with a black fedora that had a piece of orange stripe ribbon to match, it made for an interesting appearance. The black eyes and hair with the striking curling sideburns only complete the handsome man's -or teen's- dangerous visage. It was scary, yet beautiful at the same time. He blushed, and the man -or teen- smirked.
"Ciao" The man -or teen- greeted, his voice velvety soft and clear. "My name is Reborn, and I'll be your new tutor from now on, dame-Tsuna."
The following day, Tsuna was shock to find a baby pounding him awake with a one ton green mallet that he later learned was a green magical chameleon that can apparently change into anything his partner tells him to. Examples are: sharp, pointy weapons, heavy furniture, flying machines convenient for -what he learned- his tutor's two different forms in mornings and evenings and fabric, surprisingly soft, water proofed and indestructible fabric. He particularly favored the last one, now wearing his new Leon fabric training clothes. At least when an explosion occurs near to his person, his dignity in front of his few servants remains in tact. He decided to thank his tutor graciously for that in form of a feast.
"You cook, dame-Tsuna?" Reborn asked for the sake of conversation and his curiosity on the third day of his stay while he sat on a stool next to the kitchen island. He sipped his deliciously brewed cup of coffee as his eyes followed the figure of his admittedly obedient -albeit whiney- student fluttering about around the kitchen with a clear indication of familiarity. He gave a glance at the old butler standing rooted to the floor with a smile as if enjoying the sight of his supposed eight-year old master of the house slaving away like a servant, he turned back to his student who seemed to pause from his question.
"I… Its warm," Tsuna muttered in reply with his eyes softening. "It keeps me warm." He smiled at Reborn, who narrowed his eyes suspiciously but chooses to remain silent as he continued to watch the small child act as if a seasonal chef.
Three days it had only been, but Reborn wouldn't be considered as the number one hitman of Vongola if he hasn't already understood the young figure in front of him. Cousin to the heir of Vongola and that idiot of a blonde's son, it was a surprise of him to learn that despite the strong bloodline of royalty, the kid's inner Flame was in a form of not heat, but cold. Specifically, Ice. He felt his mouth twitch at the thought. In a Kingdom whose history is built from Flames, aka heat; warmth, Tsuna's is an anomaly. He seemed a normal enough kid with an unhealthy amount of idiot blondes as his relatives. Helpful, kind, caring, loving and so far and so forth. He remembered that this was the kid who Luce had favored in the Vongola palace, but him being busy with training Giotto and going out for missions, he never had a chance to meet the boy despite visiting the palace for work. (He, together with his 'companions' had their own largely built cottage known only to themselves in the insistence of Luce wanting to keep them together as their own Family. -They couldn't say no.). As he studied his student, he now knew why.
Before arriving, he had asked the most commendable person to get the most accurate information regarding the child. Giotto -to the humiliation of Iemitsu-.
At first, it was full -in his opinion- of bullsh*t but after a few whacks in the head, he got an honest answer. The kid, according to the heir, had a full case of guilt complex. And he vowed to beat it out of the kid one way or another. it did help that the kid was undeniably cute and easy to tease, he felt his sadistic blood boil in excitement. He almost let out a shark's grin when he saw the kid shudder in fear as if having had read Reborn's thoughts. 'Good,' he thought, 'he has his hyper intuition active. It'll be useful in the coming years.'
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Four years down the line and Tsuna finally understood the meaning of the words 'Number One Hitman' as he achingly ran down toward his room, dodging every piece of trap that his tutor managed to fix in undetected. It never fails to amaze Tsuna how the staff can walk the hallways and never get to trigger a trap be it by accident or purposely, though he should probably consider it being one of Reborn's skills as a hitman, however help it may be to his career. He ducked, succeedingly dodging a poison dart only to be followed by another and another until a barrage of darts followed thus having him run for his life towards the heavenly sight of the nearing door.
"Safe!" the twelve year old brunette yelled happily as he touched the doorknob of his door, disabling the magical traps of his hallway. He sighed in relief only to hit the ground painfully.
"You've laxed your guard dame-Tsuna!" A squeaky voice called out. A familiar weight landed on his head and he tried to look up at the cursed infant on his head.
"You're getting heavier Reborn." He commented which earned a painful smack on his head. He smiled though, despite the pain.
"You're a hundred years too early to get cheeky with me brat." Came the expected reply. Tsuna sat up, not minding the familiar weight on his head as he rubbed the pain with a hand and grinned.
"Does that mean that you'll stay with me for a hundred years until I can get to be cheeky to you?" Reborn frowned at the predicted reply. He clenched down his fedora in silent frustration. 'It's been four years and still…' he thought but pushed it away in favor of addressing his student.
"If you don't hurry, that idiot of an heir will catch sight of you in the hallway." He reminded his dame student. Tsuna frowned disapprovingly at him.
"Don't call him an-!" he flinched when he heard hurried footsteps nearing the hallway. He let out a squeak and immediately grabbed and turned the doorknob open only to slam and lock his door once he got inside. He sighed tiredly as he slid down and leaned his head against the door. Reborn jumped down to the door and turned to face his young student only to gaze upon blue glittering ice that now decorated the door. His mouth dipped. 'His 'Flame' is getting stronger.
'Knock' 'Knock', 'KnockKnock', 'Knock'.
Tsuna flinched from the familiar knock, his eyes still closed, thus not noticing his accidental burst of power.
"Tsuna?" Giotto, a tall seventeen-year old handsome teenager with lean muscles from hard earned training, knocked on his cousin's door with a disappointed smile.
"Hey, it's me again," Giotto started. "I'm sorry if it took five years to visit you again but that idiot father of yours is really not letting up on the tight security patrol." Tsuna twitched a smile from the other side of the door but remained silent with his eyes closed as he continued to lean his head against the -unnoticed- cold door. Giotto frowned when no sound came from the other door but nonetheless continued.
"It's been five years… five years, huh?" He repeated in an nostalgic voice. "It's been so long…" His voice drifts as he leaned his head on the door as if trying to feel his cousin's warmth through it. He took a glance behind him at the glass window and stared when drops of white snow fluttered down reminiscent from his first visit. He then called out to Tsuna in a cheerful voice.
"Hey, did you notice the weather outside? It's snowing again. Just like from the first time I visited." Tsuna pried opened his eyes in surprise, not having noticed the cold weather despite just having been outside from his usual morning training with Reborn. He turned behind him to Reborn before glancing up and widening at the sight of falling snow. Giotto continued from the other side.
"Hey, do you still like snow? I remember you loving the snow so much that you would wake me up at night to sneak out and play in it." He chuckled while Tsuna blushed in remembrance.
"Hey, what do you say we play in it again?" He asked with a smile as he tried to coax his brother out of the room. "Do you want to build a snowman, Tsu-chan?" He teased his, what he understands is a now healthy twelve-year old boy. He chuckled lightly again as he knowingly imagined a scowl his cousin would be wearing, only for it to be looked upon as an adorable pout. He wondered about Tsuna's new appearance now that he was five years older but if he thought about it, it wouldn't be much different of how he appeared at that age. He and Tsuna had always looked alike to be mistaken as twins or siblings with the same type of gravity defying hairstyle only with different colors and different eyes. While his tend to lean on sunset yellow and orange, Tsuna's had wide sweet honey-colored gems that always sparkled in curiousity. He smiled in remembrance.
"Or maybe ride a bike around the halls?" He once again coaxed. "Come on! It'll be exciting! I've always wanted to do that in the palace and since this mansion's just as big it'll be the same! No one's around to really scold us here so it's perfect!" he said excitingly. Tsuna turned to Reborn with a look of confusion, wondering why Giotto would think that no one will reprimand them of doing something as ridiculous as that. Reborn only stared at him, not giving a word.
Giotto, as if sensing the unspoken question answered him. "Alfredo told me that Reborn was given a mission and won't come back until tomorrow." Tsuna glared accusingly at Reborn only to receive a silent scoff from said person.
When nothing came through, Giotto frowned in disappointment and let out a tired sigh as if the excitement of the thought tired him out. He then turned and lean his back against the door. "You know…" he paused as he thought about the words he wanted to say. "I've been a little lonely ever since…" He confessed, knowing that Tsuna was listening despite the silence. The familiar gut-wrenching guilt clenched Tsuna's heart.
Giotto slid and sat down on the floor with a 'thump' that echoed in the empty hallway. Tsuna followed suit with a turn and a lean of his back against the door. Reborn frowned in concern when he noticed that his student had yet acknowledged the frozen state of the door.
"...Have you been reading all those letters I've sent you?" Giotto started, wanting to make up for the ruined atmosphere he had made for his slip. "About the six guardians that I've chosen?" 'Of course I have' Tsuna thought from the other side with a frown. "Of course G will be my Storm Guardian and self acclaimed right hand man." He paused to chuckle at the thought then continued. "Alaude, the scary but youngest person to be ever chosen as captain of the guards, as my Cloud Guardian; Lampo, the spoiled prince from the neighboring allied kingdom of Bovino as my Lightning Guardian, which" he added as an afterthought, "I've never thought to willingly accept wholeheartedly. He's the youngest and the most spoiled yet I think has the most heart in this, even compared to me." He frowned as unbidden whispered words slipped past his lips. "I wish you would come out and meet them." Then caught himself and continued, not wanting to damper the mood further. He cleared his throat together with his mind.
"Who's next?" He uttered as he glanced up the ceiling in thought. "Ah. Knuckle, a boxer who converted himself as a priest as my Sun Guardian. You'd think it would be easy for him to accept but priests aren't fighters so it took a while to convince him. Still, I wouldn't change it for the world." In the other side of the door, Tsuna smiled knowingly. He had greatly enjoyed reading about how Giotto had come to choose a priest for a guardian, even Reborn was impressed at the young heir's good judgement. He wrapped his arms around his folded legs to his chest and leaned his chin on his knees as he continued to listen to the deep yet familiar voice of his cousin.
"After him came Daemon, the foreign noble as my Mist Guardian. He's… well, I don't really know how to describe him, even now that I spent time with the man. I guess that's why he's the perfect mist, right?" Giotto smiled sheepishly. "He just showed up from nowhere and decided that I were to be his sky, even if we barely knew each other. It's a bad way to choose, I know that but my gut instinct tells me that its right." Even he could imagine Tsuna sighing from the other side of the door and grinned at the thought. "You always told me that I had a great intuition, ne? I'm just following what you told me." He smiled teasingly. A thump at the door, the first ever reaction that he had gotten from Tsuna had his moods lifted from the ground as he laughed loudly, joyously. Tsuna rubbed the back of his aching head but smiled as he listened to Giotto's laugh. It had been a while since he had heard it.
"Last but not least, Asari. A talented flutist and swordsman as my Rain Guardian. If I think about it, he's the most sane person of my six Guardians but also has some issues that I still need to take care off." 'Like his guilt.' He thought but didn't say. "I'm trying to persuade him in playing on my Coronation Day with a duet with G. He's really good and I want to show him off to the people." He could almost hear Tsuna laugh from the other side.
"...You're going to my Coronation right?" Came Giotto's hesitant voice and a drop of intense silence seemed to reverberate through the hall. Giotto's smile drop in worry and turned his head to the door.
On the other side, Tsuna's panic eyes faced the flat eyed stare of his tutor. In all honesty, he had admitted to Reborn of of his hesitancy about the upcoming Coronation. It had been his goal, since the first day of his isolation, to control his 'Flame' enough to be agreed to attend the Coronation but when he was assigned a Tutor that permission turned solely in accordance to Reborn's report. He had thought it unfair at first but after four years with Reborn's teaching, he had come to understand the importance of this seemingly innocent approval. Even after four years, he has doubts of his control over his 'Flame' and had come to accept that maybe he wouldn't be approved as of yet to be surrounded by civilians, much less attend the Coronation, but now faced with Giotto's pleads, he couldn't help but hope.
…
With the stretch of silence came Giotto's diminishing hope.
'Knock' 'Knock' 'KnockKnock' 'Knock'
When G came to collect Giotto from Tsuna's door, it was the first time in a very long time that he had seen his blonde friend smile so wide that he could imagine sparkling twinkles in the background. It was a ridiculous sight but as he followed his friend toward the foyer then paused to look back at the hallway leading to the brunette's room he let out a small smile and dipped his head in thanks. It seemed it was the right thing to help his friend escape the palace even at the cost of his own training.
'I think some company is overdue,
I've started talking to the pictures on the walls.
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