Catching the sky

Chapter one: Tsuna's Return!

Just one step at a time, Takeshi's words would not be half as hard to fallow if the young boy he had decided to grace with the knowledge wasn't plagued with such bad luck. Nothing ever went his way, and after three months of being away, his father had finally returned and his mother had just forgotten to tell him. 'I'm soooo sorry Hyo-kun, it slipped my mind, but your fathers back! Tsu-kun is back~!' Hyosuke replayed his spastic mother's words over and over again in his head. He was so happy, but still upset that he'd been the last to know of his father's return, even his younger brother, Miharu had known before him!

"Ah! It's not fair, why'd I have to inherit practically everything from dad!" Hyosuke beat out as he ran in the direction of his home. Of course, he was right, just like his father had been, according to his sources (particularly Kyoya and Hana), he was klutzy, a scaredy cat, a big baby, and had the worst luck. He even looked like his dad. The only things he'd inherited from his mom had been, a few of her…stranger tendencies, that had helped him become particularly good at fallowing others (he was not a stalker), how innocently honest she was, most of her brains (he wasn't failing because he was stupid, he just never did the work), and her eyes, he had her eyes, almost to a perfect T. The reason it was an almost, was because his dads amber eyes had found a way to show through, and the flecks of amber running throughout his dark brown eyes, where hard to miss, they made such a huge contrast. Bursting through the door Hyosuke kicked off his shoes and pushed the shoji aside making his way into the living room. Pictures of his family lined the house, everywhere. There were pictures from his parents wedding, the names, 'Haru Miura' and, 'Tsunayoshi Sawada', where engraved in gold under the main picture, where his mom was feeding his reluctant father a piece of their wedding cake; but at least his father had managed to get his mother to agree to a slightly normal wedding. There were also pictures of his mother's pregnancy for both him and his brother, pictures of his mother and father as students, pictures of him in elementary school, and pictures of him and his brother last year, the list went on. But, Hyosuke, unlike most youth, didn't find any of these pictures particularly embarrassing, even the one with him sporting a good deal of chocolate cake across his face; in fact he found most of them comforting. He stopped a moment to marvel at the photos like he always did. It was a habit he'd slipped into when he was younger. Subconsciously he caught the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen, and forced himself to leave the pictures for later. He rushed into the kitchen letting out a surprised squeal; His mother was sitting at a table with Kyoko, her husband Hibari, Yamamoto and Hana.

"Hi, Kyoya-ojisan, Takeshi-occhan, Kyoko-obachan, Hana-obachan, mom where's dad?"

"Oh? Hyo-kun, he'll be home in half an hour. Be patient."

"Hey, Hyo-Chan, that's awfully rude don't you think? Aren't you going to give me a hug?" Hana asked standing her hand on her hip, smirking at the young teen. Surprised and a little embarrassed Hyo rushed into Hana's outstretched arms.

"Don't forget Kyoko, and don't fall on the baby." Hana whispered in his ear, a hint of humor in her tone. Hyo nodded, then after being released, hugged Kyoko, making sure not to squish her stomach.

"Where's Miharu?" He asked after being released from Kyoko's gentle hug.

"Hahi? He's out back playing with Suichi."

"Suichi's here!" Without waiting for a reply Hyosuke rushed out of the room and into their yard shouting a gleeful,

"Suichi!" he stopped suddenly, once again, surprised

"Noah? You're here too?" the girl was sitting peacefully on their porch watching Suichi and Miharu kick a soccer ball around.

"Of course silly, why wouldn't I be here to greet my uncle on his first day back?"

"But isn't it going to be a pain getting home?" Noah shook her head.

"No, I'll just call Gamma to come get me." The way Noah always called her father by his name struck Hyosuke as a little weird, even though he knew the man wasn't raising her as a father but as a bodyguard, but he never said, mainly because the girl already knew what he thought.

"Kiyoshi will be over later."

"Huh? Gokudera's coming too? Yo, Hyo."

"Of course Yamamoto, Hayato-occhan is Tsuna-occhan's best friend. Why wouldn't he bring his son?"

"Er, yeah, what she said." Hyo muttered with a shrug. It wasn't like he hadn't been expecting that. "Hey, I thought you had club activities?"

"Haha, I skipped them for the party."

"And to play with me!" Miharu chimed in happily.

"Shut up Mi-chan. Suichi didn't come for you, he came for dad." The seven year old opened his mouth to protest but a soft voice cut him off.

"Guys, Haru-chan says Dinner's ready, oh! Ahaha the baby's kicking." A sharp intake of breath from Noah had everyone glancing her way. Realizing that everyone was looking at her, the girl quickly turned scarlet.

"Noah-chan, would you like to feel it?" Kyoko asked with a soft, knowing smile.

"Huh, K-Kyoko-san is…is it alright?"

"Of course, now hurry; hurry, before it stops kicking." The woman giggled as she grabbed Noah's hand and placed it on her stomach.

"Uwah~! Amazing~!" Noah breathed out

"I was thinking of naming him, Akihiro, what do you guys think?"

"That's a wonderful name!" Noah gushed. Before anyone could answer there was a loud squeal from inside.

"Hahi, Tsuna! I missed you!" The sight of Hyo's mother squeezing the life out of his father was amusing to say the least.

"H-Haru, I can't breathe."

"Ah! Oh, sorry, sorry!" she said breaking away and blushing madly. Chuckling Tsuna bent over and placed a light kiss on her forehead, which had the woman blushing even more. A sigh escaped Noah's Lips, which got both her and Hyosuke noticed.

"Noah! Hyo! Come give me hugs!" Laughing both kids made their way to Tsuna to be embraced tightly.

"Yo~ Tenth~! Ya home~!" A loud voice called from the doorway.

"Gokudera!" Tsuna hurried off to greet the man and his son.

~8~

All of the kids were grouped on the Sawada's porch. Each cradling either Taiyaki, or Wagashi. A disgruntled red head glared down at the Wagashi he'd picked out from the confections.

"Your moms' Wagashi tastes funny." he muttered.

"Don't be such an ass Kiyoshi." Hyo shot angrily. He never got along well with Kiyoshi, despite having grown up with the boy.

"If Hayato-occhan heard you right now, he'd pulverized you for being so disrespectful to Hyosuke's Family." Noah Scolded. But the red head only shot her a defiant glare.

"Maybe we should tell him." There was a smirk playing on Suichi's Lips as the older boy visibly paled at his words. "Haha, just kidding."

"B-bastard! You soccer-idiot, don't fuck with me!" Kiyoshi had sounded so much like his father when he was scolding Takeshi that the rest of the kids found it hard to keep a straight face. And soon they were all laughing.

"Mi-chan, It's nine, time for bed." Hyosuke's mom called from the shoji. Miharu looked apprehensive for a moment before sighing. He was going to milk this for all he could get.

"Yes, mama, but, I'm so sleepy. Carry me!" The boy exclaimed. Placing her hands on her hips Haru shook her head.

"Hahi? Oh, alright." Scooping the boy up she turned to leave, before pausing and turning back.

"You guys should start saying your goodbyes; everyone's going to start leaving soon." She turned back and exited, making her way to the stairs.

"Finally." Was the muttered response from Kiyoshi. After everyone had left, Hyo found himself in his room eying his violin. He hadn't practiced at all that day, and he shuddered to think of the scolding he'd get from Junpei-senpai and Ritsuko-senpai if they ever knew. Thinking of Noah he began to play her favorite song on violin. The fluid, soft sounds of Appassionata rung from his violin. And for a moment he got lost in it, till he heard a rustling. Passing it off as just wind he paid it no mind, till he felt eyes watching him. He stopped immediately glancing out of his open window. The half moon could be seen shining in through a gap in the tree outside his windows branches. Mom must have left it open when she was cleaning, He decided. Shivering against the cold September wind, he crossed his room to shut it.

"That was very good." a soft, calm monotone voice complemented from somewhere outside his window. Glancing around, he caught sight of a boy about his age sitting in the tree. Although he was smiling softly his eyes suggested a morbid distaste for life, and had an extremely bored look to them. But the boy's features were so delicate that Hyo had almost mistaken him for a younger girl, but inspecting the boy closer proved that he was indeed male, and quite close in age. And he was dressed rather heavily for September weather, already sporting a checkered parka and scarf with the majority of his black hair hidden under a gray beanie. "Do you practice everyday?"

"Um, yes." Hyosuke gave a weak smile, wondering why the boy was sitting outside of his window.

"I would have loved to hear you play more...but...What's your name?"

"H-Hyosuke."

"I'm Jun, and...I'm so sorry. But I'm afraid you're going to die at my hands."

"W-wha-!" Hyo began but stopped as he felt the cool metal of the boys Scythe pressing against the back of his neck. The Scythe had come out of nowhere, and Jun himself actually looked regretful.

"Forgive me?" The boy asked. Hyosuke gulped, bracing for the pain. Sighing Jun prepared to swing, but something down below caught his eye. Smirking he began to laugh.

"Looks like you won't be dieing here tonight." Hyo looked at the boy in confusion.

"Consider yourself, very lucky. I won't be back for a while, and I'll be sad if something happens to you before my return. Bye Hyosuke-san." and just like that, the boy was gone.

"This is a dream..." Hyosuke muttered staring in disbelief at the spot Jun had been sitting seconds before.