Trigger/Warnings: This is not meant to be a happy fic (whether this has a happy ending is still up for debate). While there are nothing graphic some topics being touched up include kidnapping, lost of a child, murder and human experimenting.

I should be writing my other plunnies but this one got thrown at me and didn't want to leave me alone.

8 Years Ago

Nana hummed to herself, a cheery song to keep her well motivated while she cleaned. With one last wipe, she wrung the dish towel dry and placed the last clean dish in the cupboard. She glanced at the clock; it read 2:10pm. "Ara," she said. "Time to wake Tsu-kun from his nap!"

With a skip in her step, Nana headed upstairs. She paused for a moment to grab her camera. At six years old, Tsuna was still adorable when he first woke up from his nap! Those wide chocolate brown eyes that looked just dazed; soft, fluffy brown hair perfectly sleep rumpled. She could barely contain her squeals at the thoughts.

"Tsu-kun! Time to get up," Nana said, stepping into her son's room. To her alarm, purple smoke seemed to be pouring out from the crack under Tsuna's door. She flung the door open. A cloud, a purple cloud, filled Tsuna's room.

"Tsuna!" Nana cried out, frantic. The camera dropped from her hands; capturing a single picture as it hit the ground. She dove into the room, blindly searching for her son. "Tsuna! Tsuna!"

The cloud retreated, fading away like morning mist, leaving Nana behind in an empty room. She twirled around, checking the corners of the room, looking for her son. "Tsuna?!" she shouted.

Where was her son?!

7 Years Ago

Yun Hibari knew pain and grief. Her son, her son had been taken from her. Taken. Stolen. Someone in the world would burn for daring to do so.

An empty bedroom in the morning light, an open window and the lingering wisps of purple clouds. Someone, something, spirited her child away.

"Dear," Koumei, her husband, said. In a rare fashion for a Hibari, he sought comfort from her. Koumei did not show it, but the kidnapping of his son had hit him hard.

Yun melted into his embrace, the tension in her frame collapsing under the grief.

"I will call my family for help," she said.

Koumei just nodded in agreement. He squeezed her hand, showing his support.

"We will find him."

6 Years Ago

Tsuyoshi felt a chill go down his spine. Dropping his knife, he ran out of the kitchen. 'Not Takeshi,' he thought, chanting, praying. Not his son. Not his eight year old son.

He should have listened to his instincts. Should have taken Takeshi and left Namimori the minute it became apparent that the children were disappearing. But Takeshi didn't want to leave the only home he had ever known, the last physical connection to his mother and Tsuyoshi didn't have the heart to deny his son anything.

'Not Takeshi!'

Tsuyoshi flung his son's bedroom door open. He gasped as if an icy hand gripped his heart and squeezed it tight. The room was empty.

Takeshi was gone.

? Years Ago

No one even noticed when the Sasagawa Siblings disappeared.

No one will, not until their mother returned home, a rare vacation, from overseas to find an empty house that hasn't been lived in for months.

6 Months Ago

Bianchi was pissed. Useless police, useless town! She was eighteen and alone. She wasn't supposed to be alone! Hayato had come with her, to Namimori, because they were angry, raging, at their father, his lies, his flaws.

Hayato had burned like a raging fire. The truth about his mother, the truth that she was dead, that she had been so close and yet he had never known; the piano teacher that Hayato barely remembered.

Bianchi had supported her (half, but who cared if they only shared half the genetics) brother and they had moved away from Italy. Distance, time, space, to forgive, if there was forgiveness.

So wrapped up in their wounds, their hurts, neither had paid attention to the whispers of Namimori. That no one under the age of eighteen should come to this town. That children disappeared in a purple cloud.

A story, a myth, even though Bianchi had heard the rumors, they were dismissed outright. She had bigger issues to deal with. Until Hayato vanished.

Hell no. Bianchi didn't come this far to lose her brother.

"Namimori," they whispered. "Don't ever come to this town if you have a child. The children disappear, a purple cloud spiriting them away. No one knows where they go, why they are taken, but none ever return."

"Namimori," they whispered. "The eater of children. Where teenagers seeking a painless suicide seek their end."

"Namimori, the town of adults only."

But a single voice said, "No." And it grew, louder and louder. "We do not accept this."

"We will get the children back."

Ahaha I have no idea where this fic is going. -Just letting the plunny run wild-

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