AN- Me: Soooo, another idea eh? *Glares at muse kitty*

Muse kitty: Meow

Me: What do you mean this one wasn't you? The only other way it could have happened then...

*High pitched laughter*

Me: Oh no. (And the first chapter is so short too!)

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Chapter 1

For as long as he could remember, of his all of four years of life, Tsuna's mom kept a small shrine to Apollo in a back room. Tsuan had always thought that it was weird because her shrine to Hestia was settled right next to the hearth like it should be. They weren't the only ones in Namimori who didn't follow the Shinto that was the majority in Japan; it wasn't strange since there were multiple sightings of gods from across all religions.

It was how Godlings came about after all.

Nana told Tsuna that it was because there was a certain idea of those who worshiped the God of Light, the Truth Speaker, and she didn't want him associated with that idea. Tsuna blinked up at her and asked why she was lying to him.

He watched as her eyes flickered from his skin, which shone slightly even in the brightly lit room, to his already fluffy hair that swayed from a standstill, to the shadow that seemed to stretch the longer someone stared at it. His young mind was already sharp, matching the grace with which he walked.

He just wanted to know what frightened his mom.

So he reached out to the warmth inside his center, so focused on it that he missed the way the room lit up and Nana paled. He tugged at it, pulling that warmth closer, and his normally brown eyes faded into a stormy blue.

He frowned at the rush of information that he could pick up.

"You wish to keep me safe," he said, his voice a paradox of loud and quiet, powerful but quiet. "But safe from what? And why? I- I can not See why."

The warmth slipped from his grasp, and Tsuna staggered, his eyes dropping. Nana hurried forward to catch her young child as he fell, and Tsuna snuggled into her warmth. She held him tightly, as if her small child would vanish as quickly as the light had.

"Mama?" Tsuna muttered sleepily, "I don't feel so good."

His head lolled to the side, as Nana carried him up to his room. Everything was too bright and loud, and Tsuna tried to pull the blanket over his head, but something kept him from doing so. A cool hand pressed to his forehead, and he leaned into it before it was gone all too quickly.

The world spun too fast, and Tsuna wasn't sure how long he lay there, blinking lethargically, and wondering why his body hurt so bad. It got worse, steadily making the small four year old cry.

Then there was a presence next to him, something so warm and familiar, but unknown to him at the same time. As if he had walked into a heated room after rolling around in the snow, like a hug from his mother, like a brand new blanket from the store that he could wrap himself up in. A hand rested on Tsuna's forehead, warm and soft, but at the same time cool and callused.

"Rest easy My Child," a voice said, and it was the softest song on the breeze, the most powerful ballad sung through the air. "I know what you have done, and Seen that it is not time for you to join me in the great halls yet. You have much to do. You are one that shall change the world."

A spoon was pressed to Tsuna's lips, and Tsuna weakly opened his mouth, closing it around whatever was on the spoon, and instantly his aches and pains began to fade. As it mixture slid down his throat, the constant heat left, and as his body began to digest it, his thoughts cleared.

He blinked up at the tall, muscled man with sandy blonde hair and stormy blue eyes who smiled down at him.

"Greetings My Child," Apollo said, the light bending around his form to make it shine even brighter to show his glory. "I See that there is much we must talk about."