Rated T for obscene profanity, suggestive topics, and violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any of its characters.

This is my first fanfic. Don't hurt me.

Tsunayoshi felt himself slowly slip away. He was surely going to die; he had just thrown himself in front of a moving 5,000-ton truck, and he was sure that his seven-year-old body was pretty smashed. He couldn't feel his body. He just looked up at the cloudless blue sky and screamed with the last of his slipping strength.

"I hate this God-forsaken world!"

As his eyes closed to his imminent death, Tsunayoshi heard an ethereal voice whisper in the back of head. It echoed.

[Then, would it be better if we bring you to a different world?]

...What?

~~~~~AUGUST~~~~~~

"Blimey, Reborn, would ya just chill for a moment?!" Skull screamed at the seething Italian, who was having a pretty good time shooting at the twelve-year-old with his favorite gun, a handgun he had affectionately named Leon, after his dead lizard. Skull dodged another shot. Thank God he was he had the reflex, or else he'd be dead by now.

"I'll 'chill' when you are stone cold dead, mate," Reborn said with an apparent scowl. He shoved a stack of papers in Skull's arms. "Go. Now."

Skull grumbled, but grudgingly took the stack of papers in his arms. "Damn dictator. Think he'd be commie, the way he's acting."

A shot was aimed near his head. Reborn's onyx eyes shone angrily. "The fuck did you say?"

"I say I'm going now, before Luce gets on yer ass for killing me," Skull replied impertinently before slamming the door shut.

Reborn just sighed, sitting down and twirling Leon on his finger. "Fucking lackey. Can't even do a simple job."

~~~~~AUGUST~~~~~

Skull stood at the side of the street, donned in his clown clothes and make-up, balancing on a painted, rubber ball. Yes, he was a clown, but it was more of a side-job. Besides cracking self-deprecating jokes and acrobatics, the twelve-year-old's main occupation was a stuntman. Specifically, a stuntman known for "being hated by the death reaper himself." Well, it was partially true. He'd actually met the man after a near-death experience, and he had to say, he was a bloody twat, and he was pretty sure the other felt the same. But they were drinking buddies, despite their distaste for the other; that reaper could really hold his liquor.

Skull performed some impressive-looking flips and turns in the air, turning heads on the streets and attracting attention. He grinned. That was the the fucking point of being on the streets in the first place. Landing on the rubber ball, he announced, "To one an' all, the amazing Arcobaleno Traveling Troupe'll be performing fer the next week, with even more amazing tricks an' schemes than the ones you see today!" Skull held up some flyers. "Anyone interested?" he said with a devious smirk.

Oh, people were interested, alright. Skull had to admit, his acrobatics were at least, up to par with those from that Cirque du... Cirque du whatchamacallit? Whatever. It didn't really matter to him, at least. All he knew was that he was fucking awesome. Besides, the Arcobaleno were pretty fucking popular. By word of mouth, most people already knew that they were a top tier group. They weren't just a bunch of poor scabbies from the bad end of town trying to scrape up some cash. They had skill.

After Skull finished handing out all the flyers, he deflated his rubber ball and started heading back to the camp with a light step. He hummed happily. Reborn should be fuckin' proud, the bloke, because Skull did not screw up this time.

And then he tripped.

"Aw, bitch!" he groaned, holding onto his elbow, which scraped the ground and was slightly bleeding. And then he looked at what he tripped on.

It was a passed-out kid. A pretty beat-up kid. Skull looked at the boy closer and paled. Blimey. It looked like the kid got hit by a fucking truck. And he looked close to dead with all the blood he was leaking. At least he's still alive or else Skull would've seen his old drinking buddy come for a visit. Poor bugger. Probably got beat to death by the neighborhood bullies. Skull tightened his fists. He hated bullies, especially the little twat called Reborn. He had always beaten him up for the littlest shit. Feeling some sort of empathy with the kid, Skull carefully carried the kid at an arm's length away from his clothes. Christ, he felt sorry for him, but he didn't want all that blood to end up on his clown outfit. It was grody, and he needed it for the performance later. Plus, he did not want to piss off Luce any more than he already did so far.

~~~~~~~AUGUST~~~~~~~

"Fuck, Skull, you're late! You were supposed to be here, like, hours ago!" Lal screamed from behind the tent covers. Skull didn't know how she did it, but Lal always knew whenever one of the Arcobaleno members were nearby. Probably because of her military training. It was always because of the military training for her.

"Aw, blimey, Lal, I was only ten fuckin' minutes late! Quit being such a bitch!" Skull went inside the tent, holding the kid.

"Don't make me kick you, ya co-" Lal stared at the kid in his hands. "What the fuck's that?" she asked.

"It's obviously a beat-up kid, you wanker. I was going to ask Reborn to heal the little bugger with his magical sun flame shit." Reborn had this weird-ass skill to heal people with these fucking weird, yellow flames that he dubbed "sun flames."

"Yeah, but what the fuck are you doing with the kid? Did you, you know, like, kidnap him to appease your faggoty wood?"

"Oh fuck, Lal, for the umpteenth time, I'm not a fucking faggot! And I don't have any wood, goddamnit! I haven't even hit puberty yet!" Skull sniffed. Sex and erections were just plain grody for a 12-year-old like him. "Where's Reborn?"

"Uh, back with Luce. They were talking about this month's budget, or something."

~~~~~~~AUGUST~~~~~~~

"Reborn. For the last time, we do not have the money to buy you seven new guns and a Irodian elephant!" Luce rubbed her forehead, trying to appease her up-coming headache. Ah. Too late. The headache was definitely here now, and there was nothing she could do about it except down a few aspirins and hope for the best.

"Bitch! We are the fucking Arcobalenos! How the hell could we not have enough money!?" Reborn slammed his hands on the plastic table.

"Jesus Christ, Reborn! Language!"

"What about you, Luce? You just used the Lord's name in vain!"

"Reborn, you're atheist. How does this matter you?"

"It-" Reborn was promptly interrupted by a singing Skull barging into the tent. He was a decent singer, to say the least, but that didn't matter to Reborn. All that mattered was the fact that he cut him off. "Fucking Skull." Reborn turned around and was about to punch him in the face when Skull screamed. Reborn paused for a moment slightly surprised. Usually, Skull would at least take it like a man, screaming back his own cusses to piss Reborn off and make him hit him even more.

"Reborn, I'm holding a fucking kid! Don't hit me yet!"

Reborn's eyes traveled down to his arms, where a bloody boy laid, barely breathing. "The fuck, Skull? You did, like, a fucking number on him."

"I wasn't the one who made him all bloody, wanker! I found him like this!" How dare Reborn accuse him?! He wasn't a fucking bully like he was.

"Lay him down here," Luce said immediately, clearing the table. That's Luce for you. She always had a soft spot for unlucky kids. Skull layed him on the table tentatively. Reborn ripped off the kid's shirt to see where he was bleeding. "I'll go bring some wet towels to clean the blood."

Reborn could tell that the kid was bleeding internally. A lot. He growled, rolling up his sleeves and summoning his sun flames, delicately placing his hands on the kid's bruised body. "Come on." The sun flames worked it's magic, slowly healing the kid's beaten insides. The boy's breathing became calmer and less urgent as the sun flames settled into his skin.

"Reborn? Is he going to be alright?" Skull asked, slightly worried.

"He's going to be fine, you fucking lackey. Lucky you brought him to me or else he'd be dead. His injuries weren't something that you could heal at a normal hospital."

"It looked like he was hit by a fucking truck, Reborn."

"Exactly."

"I have the towels!" Luce yelled, holding a bucket with some cloths.

Reborn looked up and pulled his sleeves down. "Just in time, Luce. I just finished. Clean the kid up and give him new clothes."

Luce put the bucket down and pouted. "Don't tell me what to do, Reborn. I'm practically more than twice your age."

"But you sure as hell don't look like it. You look like a hormonal teenager...Yeah, I'm gonna go now." Reborn then looked pointedly at Skull. "Skull, you owe me three fucking espressos in the morning." He yawned, walking off. "I'm going to take a nap. All that healing's got me tired."

Skull screamed after Reborn. "Come on! What kind of thirteen-year-old drinks that much caffeine in one day!" Reborn pretended not to hear as he left, and Skull desperately hoped that the coffee he owes him makes his heart explode from the high concentration of caffeine. Luce laughed. Skull sighed, turning to Luce. "Hey, Luce, do you think maybe the kid can stay here?"

"You seem attached, Skull. You haven't even talked to the kid."

Skull scratched the back of his head. "I dunno, I think the kid just kinda reminds me of myself."

"You mean the pathetic self I picked up in the dirty alleyways, all bruised and crying like a wee little girl?" Luce teased, making Skull blush with embarrassment. "At least this boy's not crying."

"He's passed out, Luce."

"Exactly." Luce hummed, squeezing the towel dry, the bloody water dripping into the bucket. "The kid looks pretty small. We'll need to buy him some clothes from the town, but he'll just have to settle for your old clothes for now."

Skull pouted. "Why my old clothes?"

"Skull, you're the youngest and smallest out of all the Arcobalenos. We don't exactly have a choice. Or would you rather the kid wear some of Aria's old clothes?"

Skull frowned. "You'd seriously let him wear girl clothes? That'd be totally embarrassing, and unhygienic... Fine, he can have my clothes."

"Glad you see it my way."

"We always see it your way."

~~~~~AUGUST~~~~~

Tsuna woke up, bleary-eyed, his body feeling particularly refreshed. How... odd. He was just hit by a truck. But then again, he was probably dead.

But if this was heaven, then by God, heaven was much too overrated. The cot or whatever he was laying on felt horribly uncomfortable and the air was humid to the point that he almost couldn't breathe.

Tsuna immediately sat up, bumped heads with some purple-haired kid, and fell back down to his cot with an apparent thud.

"Oh shit," Skull groaned, holding onto his head. That was the second fucking injury he's gotten from the kid already! Come on!

Tsuna just whimpered as he cradled his own forehead.

Reborn then just happened to walk in at the moment, took one glance to understand the situation, and laughed. "You." Reborn breathed. "Are such a fucking klutz."

Skull glared at Reborn. "Why do you always thinks it's always my fault?! The kid was the one who fucking headbutted me!"

"Because 99% of the time it usually is. Duh."

Skull couldn't find a retort to that, but luckily, the kid spoke for him. "It was actually my fault. I accidentally sat up too quickly without looking at my surroundings beforehand. I apologize deeply." Reborn and Skull looked at Tsuna weirdly. "What?"

"Kid, what language are you speaking?" Reborn asked.

Tsuna cocked his head to the side. "Modern English?"

Skull laughed. Hard. He pointed at Tsuna. "Child, the words that come out of your mouth is definitely not fucking 'modern' English! You sound like a fucking crown prince from Irodia!"

"What's Irodia?"

Reborn gaped at him. Skull screamed in surprise. "You don't know about Irodia?!" Tsuna nodded tentatively. "Irodia's like the place where you get, like, practically fucking everything! It's like the biggest country in the world! Well 2nd biggest, compared to this country, Ardell. But practically everything's stamped with 'Made in Irodia!' Where've you been livin', kid? Under a fucking rock-"

"As amusing as your fucking little tirade is," Reborn interrupted pointedly. "I think the kid's about to cry."

Tsuna really was close to tears. He truly was in a different world! That strange voice he heard after he got hit by a truck really did send him to a different world. Oh God. This was crazy. Insane. But he was slightly relieved. It meant that they couldn't come after him anymore. He was safe. He was free.

For the first time in five years, Tsuna cried, his face in his hands as wet tears danced around his fingers and fell on his clothes. Well, Skull's clothes. Skull was slightly freaking out, though, thinking it was really his fault. He rubbed the child's back in a comforting way as if shook from the force of Tsuna's tears.

"Oh, shit, kid, I'm sorry! Don't cry!"

Tsuna wanted to reply that it wasn't his fault, but he was crying to hard to say anything and the only sounds that came out of his mouth was incoherent blubber and hiccups. Reborn whistled. "Dip. Shit."

"Okay, like, I don't need your fucking side comments, you prat."

Tsuna cracked a smile.

~~~~~~AUGUST~~~~~~

After calming down, explaining to the purple-haired boy that the tears he was crying were in fact tears of joy (Skull gave him a look that screamed "Da Fuc?! You masochistic or what?" that made Tsuna fall to the ground and laugh), and very short introductions ("Reborn." "Skull." "Tsuna."), the three headed for Luce's tent once more. The three had chatted (well, more like Skull and Tsuna attempted to have some sort of conversation while Reborn just trolled around) about the randomest shit while strolling under the August sun.

"I think apples are the most terrible shit fruit ever," Skull snapped.

"Are you kidding me?" Tsuna shot back disbelievingly. "Apples have got to be the most amazing fruit in existence!"

"I really don't care as long as I get my damn espressos," Reborn replied as he twirled Leon in his hand.

"I'll get them later, you bloody git! Stop reminding me, already!"

"Yo guys, who's the twerp, kora!?" A blond boy around the same age as reborn, dressed in camouflaged green and a green bandana, came up to the three, a white hawk perched on his his shoulder. "A new lackey?" Tsuna eyed that hawk warily, slightly afraid that it was going to attack him.

Reborn just stared at the Colonello. "Oh. It's the idiot." Reborn turned to Tsuna. "Tsuna, this person is an dipshit, so don't listen to him."

Colonello shoved Reborn to the side. "Fucking prat," he said before turning to Tsuna. "Tsuna, right?" Tsuna nodded, and Colonello extended a hand. "The name's Colonello. Nice to meet ya, mate." Tsuna took his hand and shook it tentatively, but Colonello seemed to notice Tsuna's wary eyes on his feathered friend. "And don't worry 'bout the hawk. Falco's my trusted partner, so he won't hurt ya. That is, unless you're planning to stab me in the back." Tsuna paled, shaking his head. "No? Good. Wanna help feed Falco? I was just feeding him now." Tsuna nodded.

"You seem to like Tsuna, Colonello," Skull pointed out as Colonello touch out a leather pouch filled with bird feed.

"Well, he's a much nicer kid than you screwed-up prats, especially you, Reborn." Colonello moved his head to the side as he dodged a shot from Reborn. "God, Reborn, you claim you're the best hitman here, but you can't even hit me, much less Lal."

Reborn scowled. "You were only able to dodge because of your fucking military training. And I wasn't being serious in shooting your ass, you know."

Colonello rolled his eyes. "Sure you weren't. And everybody always blame the military training." He handed Tsuna the bag. "Here, I'll just put Falco on your shoulder and you just put some feed in the palm of your hand and bring it to his beak. Yup, you got it."

"What'd you expect, douche? You fucking trained with COMSUBIN since you could fucking speak. It's the only reason why you have some sort of skill. But, man, COMSUBIN must've been the lowest of the low to even think of recruiting you."

Colonello looked at Reborn. "You dissin' COMSUBIN, prat?"

"You mad, bro?"

Colonello narrowed his eyes. "Watch my hawk," he ordered Tsuna. Colonello cracked his knuckles. "Come on, Reborn, let's settle that fight from five years ago." And with that the blonde charged at Reborn, who immediately whipped another gun from who-knows-where and started shooting at him. While the two fought, Tsuna turned to Skull.

"Are these people human?"

Skull laughed. "Well, for Reborn, I guess he's had a lot of practice defending himself in the slums when he was a kid. On the other hand, I heard Colonello's army-crazy family pressured him to master SAMBO and karate when he was just five, then forced him into COMSUBIN to master the use of weapons."

"To be exact, Skull, at COMSUBIN, we were taught how to manufacture explosives and firearms, use martial arts, survival skills, stealth techniques in invading enemy territories, how to deliver sarcasm politely, and assassination." A blue-haired lady with burn scars creeping up at the right side of her face walked up to them, dressed in a brown tank top and a pair of shorts.

"'Sup, Lal." Falco flew from Tsuna's shoulders to Lal's, nuzzling her cheek affectionately.

Lal frowned. "Don't act so buddy-buddy with me, Skull. We're not friends." Skull pouted while Lal looked at Tsuna. "You look better than I last saw you, err-"

"Tsuna. It's Tsuna."

"And I'm Lal." The fifteen-year-old then looked at the two fighting and sighed. "Those two. They always fight over the stupidest of things. Oh, well. Follow me, kid. "

Tsuna widened his eyes. "We're not going to stop them?"

"Why should I? It'll be a good workout for the both of them." Lal shrugged. "Now, hurry up your skinny ass before I go COMSUBIN on it! Luce wants to see you."

Skull paled. "You better do as she says, mate."

~~~~~~AUGUST~~~~~~

"Well, you look much more adorable now that you aren't covered in your blood!" Luce fawned over the seven-year-old, the lady being a little too close for his liking. "And Skull's old clothes seem to work well on you!"

"These were your clothes?" Tsuna asked with a frown, pulling the collar of the sweater vest he was wearing. Imagining Skull wearing such preppy clothes despite the goth-punk look he was trying for made Tsuna snort.

"I had terrible taste back then, Tsuna! Don't judge me, you twat." Skull sniffed, crossing his arms.

"Your name's Tsuna?" Luce asked. "Now that is just frickin' adorable! It rhymes with tuna! Come on, kids, don't you just think that Tsuna is really cute?!" Tsuna blushed. He wasn't used to being described as cute, and he wasn't sure whether should he take it as a compliment or an insult.

"Well, you are pretty cute, even more cuter than the average girl," Lal pointed out. "Are you sure you even have a dick down there?"

Okay, now that just stung Tsuna's manhood. Tsuna glared at Lal, who laughed.

Luce giggled. "He's a boy, Lal, I checked when I was changing his clothes. Although I have to say, it is pretty small."

Everyone laughed except for Tsuna, who pouted. After their laughter died out, Luce asked delicately, "So, Tsuna, do you have a home to return to?"

Tsuna immediately paled at the thought of his old home. They'd beat him bloody if he ever bothered to return. He shook his head, whispering a shaky, "No," as tears threatened to escape from his eyes. The three Arcobaleno members looked at each other, two words resounding in his heads.

Child abuse.

Luce took Tsuna by the arm and pulled him into a deep hug. "There, there, Tsuna. It's okay to cry." Tsuna let his tears fall, despite feeling pretty pathetic for crying the second time today. As Tsuna cried and Skull rubbed his back comfortingly, Luce began to sing a soft lullaby. A lullaby that she used to sing to her darling Aria before she left. It was beautiful, both the song and her soft voice.

Soon, the small seven-year-old fell asleep in Luce's arms. She looked up to her fellow Arcobaleno members. "So? Should we let Tsuna stay with us?" she asked with a gentle smile.

Skull grinned. "Definitely!" He liked Tsuna. He was a polite kid, and they seemed to get along well.

Lal smirked, crossing her arms. "I don't particularly care, but I think the kid'll be a good influence on the others. Colonello and Reborn seemed to like him well enough. Fon would probably just go with the flow, and Verde probably wouldn't give a shit. But Mammon'll throw a bitch fit, though, when she finds out that we have another mouth to feed."

Luce smiled at the thought of Mammon. The girl and her odd obsession for money. "That settles the matter, then. Tsuna shall now be one of the Arcobaleno. Let's hope he isn't entirely useless, ne?"

~~~~AUGUST~~~~~

Mammon counted the coins her palm as she aimed a deadly-looking gun at the shop clerk, who was shaking like hell. "50, 51, 52...Hmph, you weren't as much of a dipshit as I thought you were." Mammon pocketed her gun and picked up the plastic bag, holding onto the change tightly in her pale hand. "Thank your miniscule I.Q. points that you weren't shot today." Mammon hummed as she left the shop, walking up to Fon, who was staring at the shop displays outside as held the rest of their groceries.

"You're so obsessed with money so bad that it looks unhealthy. I swear, you need to have a better hobby in your life," the Chinese boy said with a stern tone in his voice.

Mammon covered her ears. "Put a sock in it, Fon. I'm not in the mood to hear your fucking lecturing today, you chink."

"Language, Mammon."

"'Language, Mammon'" Mammon mimicked sarcastically with a wave of her hand. "You and Luce always remind us all the fucking time, but Mr. goody-two-shoes, you have to get that no one gives. A. Fuck."

Fon sighed.

~~~~AUGUST~~~~

Returning to the Arcobaleno tents, the two of them found Reborn and Colonello laying on the ground, all scratched up and bruised from, what the two returning Arcobaleno presumed, their usual fights. Mammon kicked Reborn abruptly, who groaned. "Hey, you wannabe mafioso, you better heal yourself and colonel dipshit over here now. We have a performance tonight, and I don't want you to two to screw up, because if you do, we'll get less money and I don't think I'll be able to hold back the urge to shoot your heads off."

Reborn growled. "Bitch."

Mammon shot at Reborn. But luckily, or unluckily (depends on your side of the story), Fon caught the bullet between his fingers. Mammon scowled. "I'd hate your martial arts so bad if hadn't raked a lot of dough for the troupe."

Fon smiled. "Then, you admit that my martial arts are more popular than your illusions?"

"My illusions are the top shit here!"

"Hey, I'd hate to break you newlyweds, but I've got some news." Colonello sat on the ground, cross-legged as he petted his pet hawk affectionately, who had carried a small note from Lal. As expected of her. "It seems that Tsuna's joined the Arcobalenos."

Reborn then jumped back on his feet, dusting off his pants. "I expected as much." He summoned his sun flames and grazed it over his wounds, which quickly healed and disappeared without a trace.

Mammon and Fon looked at each other, then looked at Colonello and Reborn. "Who?"

Colonello sighed, extending his exposed arm to let Reborn heal the wound on it. "Tsuna's this kid that Skull had picked up Apparently-" Colonello squinted his eyes as he read the rest of Lal's note. Curse her curly handwriting. "Tsuna didn't have a place to go back to, and Luce liked him too much, so he's staying with us from now on."

"Can he do anything?"

"We just met the kid, like, fucking yesterday."

Mammon took out her gun from her cloak. "Cheh, I'll check myself to see if he's worthy or not."

Colonello widened his eyes.

"Mammon, what the fuck do you think you're going to do with that gun?"

"Checkin'."

~~~~August~~~~

Luce and the other Arcobaleno members heard screams outside the tent, and they were pretty sure that they were not screams of joy and laughter from their fellow Arcobalenos. Lal popped her head outside to see Fon and Colonello attempt to hold back a gun-toting Mammon. Reborn, on the other hand, just stood there idly, not giving a single shit for the situation at hand.

"The fuck?"

Mammon, then, suddenly tore her arms from the two boys, opened the tent covers, and immediately shot at the boy cradled in Luce's arms. Everyone was surprised, but even more surprised when Tsuna immediately shot awake and immediately swerved to the side, bringing Luce down with him, the bullet rushing past them.

Mammon blew the barrel of her smoky gun. "That'd be A-grade military training, huh, Lal?"

Lal rolled her eyes.

Luce sat up and glared at Mammon. "Mammon, why did you shoot at Tsuna?"

Mammon grinned, holding up her gun and letting it turn back to smoke. Like she'd ever use a real gun to deal with her dirty business. Her brains were more than enough to deal with most bastards here. Plus, guns were expensive. "I was checking to see if Tsuna would be worth anything. I'm not gonna feed a freeloader, and it's not like you two were in any real trouble or anything."

"But the idea of it must've be mortifying for Tsuna-" Luce noticed that Tsuna hadn't moved in a while. She looked down at his face. "Tsuna?!"

Tsuna was bearing a cold sweat, a translucent orange color clouding over his usual brown irises. An orange flame was lit in front of his forehead.

Skull stared at Tsuna's flames. "I am literally mindfucked. Doesn't this just defy physics?"

"Well, not if it's magical flames." Finally, Verde walked in, past the other Arcobaleno members, a hand in one of the pockets of his white coat, the other he used to push his round glasses up the bridge of his nose. Almost everyone looked surprised. It's been months since anyone's ever seen Verde up before eight p.m. (he is presumably a nocturnal creature), and that was just because Skull accidentally caught a tent on fire. "Well, to be specific, they're dying will flames." Verde squatted next to Tsuna and snapped his fingers in front of his face three times.

Tsuna's eyes immediately reverted back to normal. "W-what?" Tsuna's eyes darted around him, uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on him.

"How did you know?" Reborn asked, curious, as he walked up next to him.

Verde shrugged. "Giotto of the Primo troupe used to have a similar condition. The glowing eyes, the orange flame, all that jazz. We had to use the snapping trick until he got better control of his flames." Tsuna looked up at Verde for a moment. Giotto. The name sounded familiar. But Tsuna shook his head, shrugging it off. It couldn't be that Giotto.

"Oh yeah, you used to work for Primo troupe before joining the Arcobalenos, huh?" Reborn remarked.

"A distasteful experience overall," Verde said with a deep distaste, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They act so sickeningly righteous." But Verde kept his dark green eyes on Tsuna, who had then stood up and introduced himself to the rest of the Arcobalenos.

If Tsuna could use the orange sky flames, he must be from the same place as Giotto. That place.

Verde smirked. Life for the Arcobalenos were going to become much, more interesting.

This is to explain parts of the story that I might need to clarify.

1) This is an alternate world. It is not my world, or your world, or Tsunayoshi's world for the matter. Therefore, rules in this world will, of course, be somewhat different. There is no such thing as child welfare in this world, or at least in their country, so Skull can drink whatever the fuck he wants, etc.

2) Skull has an accent. It's not a British accent. It's the accent of his imaginary country of origins that I've yet to plot out, aha.

3) Reborn IS Italian, and therefore, there is an Italy in this world. Even though I've stated that their world is different from our world, there are distinct similarities, too.

4) There is obscene cussing because 1), I enjoy writing obscene cussing, and 2) these kids have had a pretty darn fucked-up life before joining the Arcobalenos, and even after they did, they still have to deal with a bunch of wonderful characters. They need to cuss to relieve stress.

And that's it.

So, guys, should I continue or not? Suggestions are welcome, because I've yet to plot out the entire story, hahaha...Yeah, I'm such a procrastinator.