Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: Being Death's companion meant a lot of things. One of is being trapped in a the vicious cycle of rebirths. MoD Harry. Sky!Harry

Beta'd by Artemis-no-Subaku

Conquest of the Sky

- Chapter 1 -

Returning Home

1

Cool winds rose as ominous black clouds ran across the gray sky, threatening to rain on all those beneath it. Small rays of sunlight were able to pierced through the thick veil and give warmth to the few it found, but the strong winds soon saw to that and plunged everything into what seemed to be eternal darkness. The city below the sky appeared to be engulfed in an abyss, but the artificial light from the lamps shortly flickered on, filling the streets with a bright orange glow.

A storm is coming, Akira thought, while staring out of his bedroom window, and it was not the first time. I wonder if it's going to be as bad as the last one. If he remembered correctly, the last storm did not cause much damage to the surrounding area, but it seemed dangerous enough for the news to give cautionary warnings when driving, as there were two accidents on the road within five hours and a tree that had been struck down by lightning. He was safely at home when the storm was at its worst, but that did not mean he could not hear the storm rampaging through the city. The screeching sound of lightning that echoed through the streets and the battering rain against the roof above his head gave him more comfort than anything else that evening.

Maybe because I was born during a storm, he mused.

His mother once told him that on the night he was born the town had faced one of its fiercest storms in over 80 years. The devastation left behind was unimaginable; trees were ripped from their roots, houses were torn down - leaving nothing but scattered remains along the flooded pavements. Many lives had been snatched away that night.

During that night, she had told him, the whole town appeared to be drowning itself in fear. There had been no warning of a storm throughout the day. So the sudden rainstorm had took them by surprise leading people to quickly find shelter in whatever place they could. His mother took shelter in the town hall with the rest of the family, but no one knew if the shelter would be enough to protect everyone. During that time many wished for their loved ones to be safe. Hundreds hoped that no harm would fall upon them. Some had screamed in terror of the explosive sounds of thunder, but not his mother.

As the storm went berserk - like some wild beast that had been awoken from its deep slumber, his mother started out of the window cautious of its uncontrollable nature, but caution soon turned to awe, and awe to sorrow. Then finally, she cried and she cried and she cried. She wrapped her arms tightly around the life growing in her.

"No one truly understood why I was crying," his mother explained softly when he had asked what had had gotten her so upset. "Your father thought I was scared that we would not live through the storm. My friend thought that my hormones had gotten the better of me. My mother thought it was a sign that you were going to come next month. But they were all wrong. If they had heard what I heard they would understand."

"What would they understand? What would they have heard?" He had asked with all the curiosity of a nine year old.

"The despair. The anger. The pain."

Back then he could not understand a word his mother meant by it and by the saddened look on her face she knew that, too. How can you hear pain in a storm? Was the thought that ran through his head. A storm was simply a storm, but his mother talked about it as if it was a living, breathing being. It confused him, but at the same time it made him curious.

And in that time during the storm, he had finally been born. The fury of the thunder drowned out the cry of a newborn child.

"You were so small in my arms that I feared you would break like glass, but you were so very perfect." His mother whispered sweetly, as she playfully stroked his hair and smiled.

I was in the garden when mum told me the story, he recalled. I sat next to her, muddy from playing in the grass. She lightly scolded me, but ended up laughing at the state I was in. Then why? Why did she look so sad? She laughed, but the laughter did not reach her eyes. Instead they looked hollow.

As he was lost in this thought, the rain began to gently patter against his window, distorting his view of the surrounding, but he could still make out the dark silhouettes of the neighbouring houses on the opposite side of the street, as well as, the large tree at the end of the road. He paused for a second, and the vivid memories of the past suddenly came rushing back.

The hangout, huh? He distinctly remembered what the tree was called. It was such a silly name, but I was twelve when it was named.

The day the tree was named was a couple of days after his mother gave birth to the twins, Haruka and Hideki. He recalled the long, sleepless nights, both of them screaming their lungs out. It was a memory he really could not forget. The amount of noise that the twins packed was enough for the entire street to hear. Akira smiled as he recalled that the one who named the place was his little brother, Daiki. Well, it's been around five years since I have played under that tree. Wow... Has it really been that long? It feels more like a few days ago then years.

He could still faintly hear the crunching sounds of gravel from under his feet when he played hide and seek with his brother, his sister, and some other boy. Unlike himself, his brother and sister shared black spiky hair. The other boy had fluffy, light brown hair that somehow seemed to defy gravity. He always used to trip up a lot of the time too. I wonder... Does he remember me? After all I was going to be accepted into the a new school, one district away, a year later.

He turned his gaze towards the house directly opposite him. He only saw light in the bottom two windows. So he's not wake, or is he hiding under the covers of his bed, afraid for his dear life? It's probably the latter. He thought, amused at the mental image of his friend shaking and quivering. My friend? He shook his head to get rid of this thought. Well, not anymore.

"Aniki." said a familiar, sleepy voice from behind him, breaking him from his thoughts. He turned towards the sound. Lying one of the two beds to the right of him was his brother staring at him with curious but tired eyes. He looked weirdly small wrapped in his cocoon made of blankets - which protected him from the cold air.

"What are you doing up, Aniki?"

"I'm just watching the storm. Go back to sleep, Daiki." The look of suspicion on his little brother's face told him that he did not convince him.

He sighed, retreating to his mind to fabricate a small lie. But before he could say something Daiki spoke first.

"Is there something wrong?" Daiki questioned him further whilst glancing at the alarm clock by his side. His gaze then returned, his face twisting into look of worry. "It's nearly 11 P.M. Has something bad happened?"

"No. Nothing bad has happened. I'm sorry if I'm making you worried. But I'm fine," he mumbled softly. He did not want to wake up the rest of the household.

Daiki snorted. "Liar. You're never awake at this time unless you're troubled about something." He began to unwrap his legs, slowly and carefully making his way off the bed.

"You don't need-" He tried to say, but was quickly interrupted by Daiki.

"Akira! Shut up."

He was left a little stunned at the use of his name. He never uses my name unless he's serious. Am I troubling him that much? Before he could respond, Daiki, still wrapped in his blankets sat down on the window seat beside him.

"Did you know that this is a habit of yours?" His little brother pointed out. "You sitting on the window seat when it's raining."

"A habit? Oh, I never noticed." Akira nervously confessed. He had always listened to the rain when he sought peace and quiet. Especially after... No. Forget about that. I'm safe now. I'm home.

"I just like sitting here because I'm able to clear my head."

"What is on your mind that you need to clear out of your head?" Daiki pushed.

Akira paused. Wondering whether or not to tell his brother the true reason. Yet at the same time he did not want to make him worry over nothing. He decided on the truth. There was no point in lying.

"I have a bad feeling about tomorrow."

Daiki looked at him, thoughtful for a few seconds. He then said tentatively, "Is it because it's the first birthday you've had at home in 4 years?"

Akira shook his head. "No. That's not it."

Although Akira was nervous about the party his mother had planned for him. He desired a small gathering with only the family, but his mother wanted to invite the neighbours along. Not only in celebration of his birthday - but also his return.

"So you feel like something really horrible is going to happen? Like the time I ended up with food poisoning after eating at my friend's house after mum warned me?"

Akira chuckled a little. "Yeah... something like that. But it's ok if you don't believe me-"

"No. I believe you." Daiki interjected again.

You have no idea how much that means to me. Little brother. He despaired.

"Thank you."

He earned a lopsided smile from his brother. "No problem."

"HEY!" Boomed a voice from the room opposite them. "QUIET DOWN IN THERE! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"

They lowered their heads giggling, indifferent to their sister's complaints.

"We should go to sleep." Daiki said whilst trying to control his laughter.

"Yeah. But let me stay up for a few more minutes."

"Yeah. Sure." He said, his smile fading. "You know. Everyone is happy we found you. It took us a long time. But it was worth it."

"I know Daiki."

Akira watched Daiki slide off the window seat and tiptoed back towards his bed. He turned his head back to the window. The chaotic rain ricocheting off the glass, failing to escape the harsh wind... it howled in pain.

Akira froze. Pain? Since when can I hear pain?

He strained his ears, revealing the screams of the wind. He heard it finally - after all this time.

He heard it's pain. It's suffering. It's anger.

Mother. I hear it. I hear it!

He could only look up at the pitch black sky. In both wonder and sorrow.

And all he could think was: why?

2

The next morning started out fine for Akira, though he genuinely dreaded it. He made sure to get up early that day in order to avoid as many people as he possibly could, but the plan failed terribly. His mother was up in the living room organising the day and when he walked in she stopped what she was doing, looked up at him and smiled.

"Oh, hi Akira. What are you doing up so early?" She asked with one eyebrow raised in surprise. "It's your birthday. You should be sleeping in."

"Um, I thought that I would get up early today to, you know, get ready for the day." He replied, but by the expression of disbelief upon her face he knew that she did not believe him.

Instead of asking more questions his mother began patting the seat next to her with one hand and said, "Akira, come sit next to me for minute."

He listened and sat next to her on the sofa.

"You know that me and your father only want the best for you," she said with utter sincerity.

Akira nodded. "Yeah, I know." He said quietly, his eyes looking down.

He felt a pang of guilt for lying to his mother who really does care for him, but that didn't mean that he's looking forward to today.

"Then you should know how much this day means to us, but also you. Celebrating your birthday means that it's real." She dropped the pen in her hand from making notes and proceeded to stroke his left cheek causing him to lift his eyes and stare into hers.

Akira's mother is what he call a beautiful woman, but any child would call their mother beautiful, wouldn't they. Just like him and his siblings, his mother had jet-black hair, but hers was long and wavy that seemed to glow faintly under the light from the lamp. Her black eyes showed signs of many sleepless nights, but were luminous with intelligence. Her face was weary from stress caused by work and a little sun burnt from the years of exposure to the sun. She also appeared to have a calm air that surrounded her and it always made Akira feel safe, but one thing that stood out the most was the foreign features that were typically found outside Japan. Truthfully, Akira was only half Japanese, his mother was Italian.

"Celebrating your birthday means your home. And I've waited far too long for this moment." She said, her eyes filled with years of pain.

"I understand."

After all the trouble that Akira caused, it had only been fair that his parents deserve a break. It's has only been less than a year since he's been back home and he was trying his hardest to fit into his family once again, but he didn't know how. When he had to his father about this problem, he told him that the family had always accepted him, so he should try and be himself, but Akira couldn't be the person he used to be - after all he had learnt how harsh the world truly was. But those horrible years did one thing; they made him remember.

"Akira," his mother said, pulling him out of his thoughts, her hand still resting on his cheek, "are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Good." She pulled back her hand and returned to making notes. "You should go take a walk in the park. Just to prepare yourself for today because we're going to have so much fun." She giggled in excitement.

She seems so happy. Akira thought, taking notice of his mother's contentment. I can't ruin this day for her no matter how much I hate it.

"I'll go after I eat breakfast."

Akira got up off the sofa and proceeded to go into the kitchen to eat cereal. After he was done he turn to stare at the digital clock that lay resting on the counter and blinked 8:10 AM. The others should be waking up soon.

And he was right. A few minutes later he heard the footsteps of his siblings coming down the stairs, but by that time Akira was already at the front door putting on his shoes.

"MUM, I'M GOING OUT." He shouted aloud.

"OK." She replied. "BUT BE BACK BY TWELVE."

"SURE."

He then opened the door and took a step outside.

3

The old park, that was once the town's source of pride was now a site of weeds and junk. Ancient plastic bottles scattered the floors along with discarded items, such as broken toys, used needles and other things too atrocious to mention.

Akira strolled quickly through this dangerous park so he would be left unseen by others walking past, because behind this shabby part lay a beautiful forest untouched by human civilisation.

To Akira the forest that he once loved as a child - and still loves now - seemed so much alive to him that it beckoned him forward, as if it wanted him to explore the area past the aged trees and creaking branches. To reach this part of the park Akira zigzagged his way past the rubbish, broken glass and sharp metal objects.

Finally when he reached the forest he began to run. As he ran through the oak-brown forest the sky disappeared, only to leave small glimmers of light that penetrated the crackling leaves that swayed with the wind and the further he went the more mystical the forest became.

I'm nearly there.

Soon Akira found himself running on not just two legs but four, and hands soon turned to paws. His bones bent and twisted beneath his skin. And Akira found himself shrinking; the world appeared to be expanding and trees that surrounded him doubled in size.

He continued running in this strange form that he found freeing for what felt like hours till he skidded to a stop. I'm here. He walked forward towards the lake that lay out in front of him.

The lake was deep blue in colour, though you could peer though it like glass. It lay there as still as smooth rock and no amount of wind could cause ripples across, except from the fish that broke surface. The area that surrounded the lake was completely void of sound, which was what Akira expected.

No one comes here, and I'm grateful for that.The first time Akira came here was by accident. He had found this place a couple of months ago when he was hunting for food and came here very since. It was his secret place. A place where he could relax without anyone bothering him.

When Akira reached the edge of the river, he looked closely at his reflection and found, instead of his human self, a small fox with pitch black fur and green eyes, but one thing that distinctly stood out was the nine tails he had flicking in the background.

It feel so good to be free, he thought happily while he lowered his head to drink fresh water. It had been nearly a year since he was in this form because he couldn't find time away from his family, as they were watching him like a hawk since he'd returned home after his disappearance. But soon his parents were beginning to trust him enough to go out on his own, though he had to make sure to call them after he reached his destination. The last couple of months, he found, had been very hectic, so he was going to enjoy moment in his form.

After Akira had finished drinking, he curled up into a ball at the edge of the lake and began to doze, soaking in the warmth from the sun when he felt a sudden change in the atmosphere. Instead of cool, wet air left after the storm, a freezing gust of wind washed over him leaving the hairs on his neck standing. Then he noticed, the ground beneath his feet had frozen leaving a thick layer of ice and it was slowly moving towards the lake. Akira lay stock-still to protect himself against the unusual change of weather; but he knew why.

So you've come, he thought, too sleepy to get up and greet the cause of this strange happenings.

"I have, Master." Said a smooth disembodied voice being carried through the wind.

Akira cracked a small smile. How are you, my friend? He asked, suddenly overcome with the feeling of old age and tiredness. Talking to Death always had this effect on him, though it was not a bad thing. It just served as a reminder of those times.

"I am fine." Death replied, although but the tone of her voice Akira knew she was lying.

Death, please don't lie to me. Is there something wrong?

"Master... I need a favour from you."

Anything for you, my dear.

"I need you to save a child."

Akira blinked in shock. Though this was not the first time Death has asked him for help, it was the first time death had asked him to save someone, not to kill them.

Who is the child that I must save? He inquired, curious about the child.

"His name is Sawada Tsunayoshi. And today's the day he is meant to die."

Akira's eyes widen. Tsunayoshi... You mean the kid that I knew as a child.

"Yes."

Why do I need to save him if he is meant to die? Akira questioned confused.

"He is important." Death said as if that explained everything.

The answer only served to heightened Akira's curiosity about Tsuna. Thinking back, Akira always felt a strange aura radiating from Tsuna as a child, but, if he remembered correctly, that aura disappeared suddenly one day, leaving no trace. It was like it never existed in the first place. It intrigued him. He wanted to know more about Tsuna.

He decided. I will save him. When will he die?

"He will die at dusk."

So around 6 o'clock.

"One more thing, Master."

What is it?

"It's almost time."

Akira's eyes darken, unwanted thoughts filling his head.

"And this time you can't run. If you do I will find you... I will find you, Harry."

4

When Akira returned home the place was pitch black and silent. So he turned on the lights in the corridor to see his way around, then began to slowly creep forward towards the living room door which was on the right of him. They can't be serious was the thought that ran through his head. Judging by the lack of light coming from beneath the door Akira knew that they were planning to surprise him, but all he was thinking about was the way he should react. Should he be shocked? Glad? Even scared for a moment? Without thinking any further, Akira took a deep breath and swung open the door before him.

The room he entered was completely still, though Akira felt the presence of around twenty people. He stood still of a couple of seconds knowing that the anticipation would drive them crazy, then turned towards the light switch and with a flick bright white lights were brought to life.

"SURPISE!"

Pop. Pop. Pop.

People had jumped out of their hiding places with party poppers in hand and smiles on their faces, especially his family. Akira chose to grinned at them while taking notice of his surroundings. On the grey wall in front of him hung a banner which said Happy Birthday Akira in big, bold white writing on a blue background with balloons tied to it, and instead of the sofa and coffee table in the center of the room there were joyful people filling its place. The TV was turned off and at the corners of the room lay tables with all kinds of food upon it.

"Akira," shouted his father in order to get his attention, "happy birthday." His father moved towards him and pulled him into a firm hug.

"Happy birthday, son, and... and welcome home." He whispered into his ear and after pulled himself back out of the hug with a smile that lit up his tired face, making it look ten years younger.

"Thanks, Dad." Akira said embarrassed causing his everyone to laugh.

"Hey Akira," his sister Izumi called out while patting him on the back. "Happy Birthday, big bro. And what do you think of the place? It took couple hours to get everything ready for your return, but it was worth it."

"It's great," He replied, happy to know how much his family cared.

"I know, right. I worked on the banner, but even though it's not the best thing I've done, it's the best thing of the party-"

"No!" Interrupted Daiki from behind Akira. "I helped out with the food and that has to be the best thing of the party."

"Excuse me-" Izumi opened her mouth to say, but was then interrupted again.

"Yes, I shall excuse you."

Izumi's eyebrow twitched in anger and glared at Daiki.

"Stop talking over-"

"Stop with what, huh? Sorry I can't hear you, Izumi. Say it a little louder." Daiki stated with a hand over one ear and smug look across his face. It was as if he was pleased with riling up her anger.

"I said." She hissed. "Stop. Talking. Over. Me. You mor-"

"Oh, you want me to stop talking over you." He said as if he finally realised the cause of her hatred. "No. No, I shall not."

Izumi growled in frustration. "You moron."

"Yes, I am a moron, but you're a-"

Watching them both bicker made Akira bust out laughing resulting them to stop arguing with each other and shout a loud Shut up! at him, which just made him laugh even harder than before.

"What is going on here?" Their mother demanded after approaching them. "Behave yourselves, neighbours are here."

"Sorry." Izumi and Daiki apologised, but were still sending glares at each other.

And after calming down from laughing and saying thank you to his other siblings, Haruka, Hideki and Naoki, who wished him a happy birthday, Akira's mother dragged him off to meet the neighbours and their children.

"Akira, these are some of our neighbours. This is Mori-san and his wife, Kimura-san and her daughter, and Sawada-san and her son." His mother introduced.

Akira ears perked up at the name Sawada and turned his head around to face a short boy with spiky brown hair and large brown eyes hiding behind a woman a little taller than her son with the same features. He looked be around 9 years old and from the look of him Akira thought that he might break at any second because of his weak figure, but he was miraculously standing.

Tsuna... Does he remember me? Akira thought, remembering the times that Tsuna would always run to him if he needed help. One time, Akira recalled, Tsuna was afraid of a cat that he thought would harm him and it was up to Akira to shoo the cat away. I bet he doesn't remember that.

"Hello, boy." Said Mori-san with an air of distaste, snapping Akira out of his thoughts. His wife also staring at him with a sour look. "So it's your birthday?"

"Yes." He responded.

Mori-san gazed at him sharply with his cruel eyes.

"Yes, Sir." Akira corrected himself.

He gave Akira a curt nod. "How old are you, boy?"

"I'm turning 18 today."

"18, huh? I remember when I turned 18. I was a young handsome lad with a great job and a great future ahead of me. Ah, those were the times." He glanced at his wife. "And it's when I met the love of my life."

"Oh, stop it." Mori-san's wife said playfully, not caring about the way the others reacted around her. "You make me want to fall in love with you again." She chuckled, her high-pitched voice piercing Akira's sensitive ears.

"Maybe it's not the time stories." said Kimura-san, cutting in on their walking down memory lane.

"It's Akira-kun's Birthday. We should be wishing him a happy one, right Yuki-chan?"

"Yeah." Agreed Kimura-san's daughter, though it seemed as if she did not want to say anything that would get her involved in talking.

Unlike Mori-san and his wife who looked so old that Akira could not guess their age, he estimated that Kimura-san was in her late 40s and her daughter was around 16 years old.

"Why don't you introduce yourself, Yuki-chan." Kimura-san began. "It's good for children your age to get to know each other."

"That's right, Kimura-san." commented Sawada-san. "Tsu-kun, come and meet Akira-kun."

Tsuna peaked out from behind his mother and stepped out to stand beside her.

"Hi," Akira said while stepping forward cautiously as if he was an injured rabbit. "My name's Akira. What's your name?"

Tsuna stared at him with untrusting eyes that did not recognize Akira at all. He doesn't remember. Akira felt hurt.

"Tsu-kun, introduce yourself," Sawada said while beckoning him forward.

Tsuna took a glimpse at his mother and Akira detected nervousness coming off him in waves.

"There is no need to be nervous-"

"I'm not nervous," Tsuna said defiantly.

"Tsu-kun!" Sawada scolded. "Don't speak that way. I'm so sorry, Akira-kun. It's that my son is just so useless. He can't do anything right." She laughed.

Akira froze. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. What kind of mother calls her son useless? He looked back at Tsuna and saw him look down casted, his hair bangs hiding his eyes. Akira felt his anger boil up from within him.

Without taking his eyes off Tsuna, Akira said, "Sawada-san, I'll take Tsuna to the food table, so he could get something to eat. Is that OK?"

"Of course that's OK, but please call me Nana. Go on Tsu-kun."

Tsuna nodded, but did not look up.

Akira and Tsuna slowly walked over to table at one corner of the room leaving everyone else behind to their own conversations.

"Tsuna," Akira said when the had reached the table, "Are you alright?"

Tsuna stayed silent, a look of gloom was cast over his face.

No wonder he looks upset his mother called him an idiot in front of all her friends. Tsuna... You've changed. You used to be so happy when you were younger. What happened? What made you this way? Was it your mum?

"Tsuna, do you remember me?" Akira questioned carefully.

Tsuna shook his head while eyeing the food in order to avoid eye contact and bit his lip to prevent himself from speaking.

"So you don't remember playing under the tree? The Hangout? We used to play lots of games."

He has to remember. Come on Tsuna, remember.

Tsuna finally lifted his eyes, a look of realisation dawning his face.

"The tree? No... You can't be." Tsuna denied. "You can't be."

"Tsuna, it's me, your Nii-san. Don't you recall the times you called me that?"

"But you left... You left me." Akira could see tears started well up in tsuna's eyes. "You left me."

Akira began to wrap his arms around Tsuna, hoping that he could be able to shield him from the pain, keeping him warm and safe. Tsuna melted into the hug and Akira held him tightly, ignoring the wetness of his shirt.

"I'm sorry, Tsuna. I'm so sorry."

"I waited everyday for you to come. Everyday." He sobbed, clutching Akira's shirt with every ounce of his strength. "B-Hic-But you-Hic-weren't there-Hic-."

How long has he kept this pain in? He seems to cry too easily. Is it because of something else? Is it because of what his mother said? Just how long has this feeling been building up?

"I know," Akira whispered, "but I'm here now. And I'm here to stay."

Tsuna looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Really?"

Akira smiled. "Yes, really."

Pulling himself out of the hug, Tsuna proceeded to dry his eyes and give Akira his brightest smile. Aww, he's so cute when he smiles. Akira thought, resisted the urge to give him another hug.

"Akira!" His mother called out from across the room. "It's time for the cake."

"Coming!" Akira shouted back. "Let's go, Tsuna." He offered Tsuna his hand and he grabbed hold of it, then both started walking towards the centre of the room.

5

After the party was over and done with and everyone had left, Akira peered at the clock which blinked 4:38 PM in a bright red light. So it's not time yet, he thought, recalling Death's favour, but to save Tsuna I need to get out of the house. Akira knew that his father would not allow him to stay out after dark because of his overprotectiveness, but his mother might be a little more lenient, though he could not take the risk in asking because there was still a possibility that she might say no. So there was only one option for Akira. He had to use his magic.

Now that he was an adult his magical core has fully developed, so there was no restraints on the amount of magic he uses, but it would be the first time using his magic in this body, which means he has to make sure not to overexert himself. So Akira chose to create a small illusion of himself sleeping peacefully in bed after telling his mother he was going to retire to his room.

Making sure that the illusion was perfectly in place Akira then opened the window and slid outside onto the balcony. He didn't have his invisibility cloak, so to make sure he did not have a chance of being seen Akira used a wandless disillusionment charm, which make him take on the same colour and texture as the wall behind him. Wandless magic; something Akira was used to using after his times in many other worlds because of the chance that he might not have his wand by his side. It took him a long time to master it, but by the 55th world he had complete control of his magic.

Standing out on the balcony Akira felt the cold evening wind brush against his skin, making him more waking than anything. The evening sky was mostly cloudy with sombre grey mixed with oranges and yellows hues reflected off the sun, which was fading into the ground. It looks beautiful, he thought, but quickly pulled himself out of his thoughts and focused his mind on the task ahead of him.

To get to the street below him Akira jumped off the balcony and with a flick of his wrist he was slowly floating down towards the ground. When he touched the floor he began to walk towards Tsuna's house which was the house opposite his. That's when he noticed something strange. The door was open.

Akira stepped through the door expecting there to be signs of a struggle, but there was nothing. Instead he heard the voice of Sawada-san chatting away on the phone in the kitchen like there was no problem.

If there is nothing wrong, then why was the door open?

Akira return back to the door and examined it. There was no scratches and the lock was not broken meaning that there was no break in and the door was open willingly. But why? Sawada-san looked as if she didn't notice that there was anything wrong at all. Then the realisation dawned on Akira.

Where's Tsuna?!

All he could hear was Sawada-san, not Tsuna.

Akira quickly ran to the stairs and went up, not caring about the noise he made. He barged through every door till he found a room with small toys scattered across the floor. There was a small bed next to the wall in front of him and had cartoon bed covers and pillows laid out on it and a child's drawing desk to the left, that was all. Even though it was a child's room, the warmth it gave off was artificial. He also saw no one there.

He's gone. Dammit!

Thankfully Akira placed a tracking charm on Tsuna when he had hugged him. Now activating the charm, Akira walked slowly back down stairs and heard Sawada-san still on the phone even after all the noise he made. How oblivious is Sawada-san? Her son has disappeared. Does she not watch him? Does she not care? The thought of Sawada-san not caring for her own son made Akira's blood boil in hatred.

Don't focus on her, focus on finding Tsuna. He told himself, trying to get rid of the blazing anger.

Akira walked out of the front door and began to close his eyes. Coaxing out his magic, Akira tried to pinpoint where Tsuna was. After two minutes he felt it, his tracking charm. Tsuna was currently North-West of where Akira was.

Now knowing where Tsuna was, Akira apparated with a small crack a few miles away from Tsuna's location. He did not want to apparate to the exact spot where Tsuna was because that was a sure way of getting himself killed by the people who took him. He had to be careful.

Akira looked around at the area he was in and found that he was in front of an old abandoned building that was falling apart. The sign to the left of the building was broken, but he could make out the words. Namimori Hospital For The Criminally Insane, the sign said.

Akira had heard about this place. This place was built because the hospitals in the city were filling up, so the government created hospital in small towns in order to rehabilitate the criminals. The town had been against this and it was only up until ten years ago that the town voted for it to be shut down. Now it was abandoned, but he had heard of plans to reopen it as a general hospital.

With his disillusionment charm still on him, Akira walked toward the destroyed gate and passed through it with ease. He carried on walking slowly when he saw a large black van in the car park and as he moved closer to it, he heard voices.

"-think that the boss will give us a pay rise?" Said a feminine voice.

"No, so shut up and keep being on the lookout," replied a deep, rough voice.

"But we captured the Young Lion's son and it's not like any one will notice he is missing, especially with his dim-witted mother."

The one with the deep voice laughed. "It was funny how the boy opened the door and not his mother. He practically give himself to us."

Ignoring the rest of their conversation, Akira moved to the back of the van and that's when he saw the van's doors open with the two people guarding it. One a man and the other a woman. There were both clad in a black suit, looking as if they worked for some secret organisation. The best thing for Akira to do was not to interact with them, but get Tsuna and apparate out of there.

Looking around, Akira spotted a beer bottle laying on the floor a few yards away from him. He decided to lifted it up using his magic and as it floated in the air, he made it collided with the side of the van, snapping the two individuals out of their conversation.

"What the hell was that?" The woman with blond hair hissed, while reaching into her blazer and pulling out a gun.

"You go check, I'll stay here," said the woman's partner, taking hold of the same model gun in his hand.

She nodded and slowly walked to the front of the van. Akira then slipped past the man with ease, as he was not blocking the open doors anymore and went into the back of the van. There he saw Tsuna at the end of the van, laying on the floor motionless and he moved quickly to him, but before he did anything he made sure that Tsuna was alright.

Tsuna was out cold, but had no bruises or cuts, which made Akira breath a sigh of relief because he was unharmed. Though Akira did not know the mental strain he would have if Tsuna remembered this as it would have scared him.

Wrapping his arms around Tsuna, Akira picked him up and quickly, without a second thought, apparated out of there and into Tsuna's bedroom. At the same time, alerting the man outside to their escape.

Now safely in Tsuna's room, Akira placed him down onto his bed and that's when Tsuna decided to stir and wake up. Akira quickly cancelled the disillusionment charm.

"Tsuna," he called out, "are you OK?"

Tsuna sat up on his bed dazed. Then quickly looked around as if afraid.

"Calm down, Tsuna," Akira said softly, putting his hands on Tsuna's shoulders. "I'm here."

This calmed him down a little, but it did not stop him from starting to cry. He does remember what happened. He thought despairingly.

"Tsuna, can you tell me what happen today?" He asked carefully, as not to provoke him.

But Tsuna would not say or do nothing, but cry. This made Akira sit on the bed and hold him tightly, giving him as much comfort as he could.

After a few minutes of Akira whispering words of comfort, Tsuna finally spoke up. "I-it was after mu-mummy and I came home."

"Yes?"

"There was a knock on the door. M-Mama was on the phone s-so I opened it and there was a large man and a woman there. They told me that they were a friend of papa's and that papa was waiting for me in the van. I-I-I was so happy that papa had come back home that I went outside and into the van, but the door closed behind me and I was stuck." He started to cry again. "I-I was so scared."

Akira held him tighter and began to stroke his hair. "You don't have to say anymore, Tsuna."

Akira was pissed. Very pissed to the point his voice sound calm, but was secretly ready to spew out fire. He had to find out why they were after Tsuna, but he guessed it had something to do with his father, as he was never home.

"S-stay with me, please," Tsuna said in a shaky tone, looking up at Akira with watery and fear-stricken eyes.

"I'll stay."

Placing Tsuna under the covers of his bed, Akira sat down next to the bed and held onto his small hands.

"Sleep," he told Tsuna, and using his magic, lulled Tsuna into a peaceful slumber.

When he was in a deep sleep, Akira got up and whispered, "I'm sorry, Tsuna, but I have to leave you."

Akira apparated back to the hospital and noticed that the van was still there. Good, they have not left. Not bothering to hide himself, Akira walked up to the van and saw the two people still there.

"You idiot," screeched the female. "How the hell can a kid disappear in thin air?"

"I don't know," replied the man, sounding annoyed at the way the woman was speaking to him.

"We'll just have to go to his house again and find him."

"No you won't," Akira growled out.

His sudden voice made the two turn to face him, surprised. The woman stepped forwards, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Who are you?"

"You don't need to know just tell me why you are after Tsuna." Akira demanded.

The man laughed in his deep, wolfish tone, "Why should we listen to you, brat?"

Akira's anger flared, he cracked his knuckles in preparation and snarled, "I guess I have to show you."

AN: Thank you to the people that have read all the way down to the bottom. This is the third fanfiction that I have ever made, so reviewing would help me to know if you enjoyed this first chapter or not. Once again, thank you.

Update 31/08/16 -These are the ages of the characters so you will not get confused.

Akira - 18

Tsuna - 9

Izumi - 16

Daiki - 15

Haruka - 5

Hideki - 5

Naoki - 2

Akira's mother (Adriana) - 43

Akira's father (Kioshi) - 45