Warning: Timelines will be intermingling everywhere. And there will be major changes to all arcs.
Out of all the Arcobaleno, only Aria, Lal and Colonello will meet the three heirs during ARC 1.
Tsuna didn't get his flames sealed, as some of you have the right idea on what happened to him BEFORE 5.
THE TRINISETTE HEIRS AGE:
Byakuran: oldest
Tsunayoshi: middle, younger than Byakuran by a year.
Yuni: youngest, younger than Byakuran by three years, Tsuna by two.
Chapter 4
Gesso Innocence
An albino with a blissful grin on his face picked up a marshmallow from one of the many bowls filled up with the white, delicious, sweet and soft delicacy.
A man stood behind the childish three-year-old with a worried frown.
"Young Master..." he started but to his dismay, he was ignored in favor of the sweets. He tried again.
"Young Ma-" this time, he was cut off as the child threw an unmistakable bag of marshmallows at him and hit him spot on the forehead. He sighed and peeled the bag off him before tossing it to the nearby couch.
The man froze as beads of swear began rolling down his forehead. The child was looking at him with wide eyes that eerily resembled one of a kicked puppy's.
"No... It's Byakuran~~~" the child sniffed.
The butler, Michaelo, inwardly sobbed. Why must you young skies have that look?!
The butler looked away as he conceded with a defeated sigh. He stuttered pathetically. "F-fine...Young Ma-Mast... ugh, Byakuran."
The albino, now known as Byakuran beamed and Michaelo could've sworn that a Mist Flame user was toying with his mind or something.
Why is there an illusion of a white background with sparkling marshmallows around the 3-year-old's head?!
The butler left young Byakuran be and left the living room into his own quarters. He shook his head with a wry yet pitying smile.
He's still 3. Michaelo reminded himself. The truth would be too hard on him.
Someone so innocent, so pure, young and full of joy, shouldn't have to suffer in the cruel world they live in. Where innocence would be beaten into the ground, fragile mentality broken harshly, pure eyes stained red with sights of blood and worse.
However, Fate seems to hate even the most innocent, youngest, purest and happiest child.
He whispered forlornly. "I swear, Young Master Byakuran, I will never leave your side as long as I live."
Byakuran, on the other hand, stopped chewing on his favorite food once Michaelo, his trusty butler and father-figure left the room. He looked down at the marshmallows with wishes occupying his mind.
He wanted to know who was his real parents. He heard from the gossiping maids that due to his father, he had recently gotten himself a half-sibling, younger than him by three years. Right after he was brought into the world, his mother had passed away and none of the workers there, even Michaelo would allow him to visit her ashes.
He wanted to know, what was it like to feel a mother's embrace, a mother's smile, a mother's tender soothing voice, a a mother's laughter.
But, alas, a wish would forever remain a wish, he thought, holding back the sad emotions and continued on eating his sweets with a blissful grin on his face, the emotions in his eyes remained but were unseen as they were shut tight.
He had no idea of the future ahead of him, inevitable as it is, and Michaelo was right when saying that Fate really enjoyed toying with innocent children such as Byakuran. He had added Michaelo to a list of people he would do anything to protect, not knowing that the man had done the same in regards of his Young Master Byakuran.
Byakuran didn't know whatever he would face in the future and didn't know what to expect. However, he had a good feeling, a very positive one, that he would not go through the future alone. He would make sure to find out who would be standing with him in the dark future ahead of him when it starts.
He wanted, wished for, needed something he didn't even know about. He didn't know why he felt that way, he only knows that he felt that way.
He also had no idea what sort of pain would turning five bring him, nor what sort of positive change would it bring as well. He would be the one to change one certain brunette's life, and save him before it was too late, before he was too long gone. He didn't know what exactly he would come across next year. He wasn't even made aware of these small, yet essential and influencing changes that the future would bring.
However, now, he would just be the child he was supposed to be. His hand dived into the bag of marshmallows before tossing a fistful of the sweet stuff into his small mouth. If Michaelo had been watching, the butler would already have his jaws touching the floor in disbelief that a child could fit so much in their mouth.
And maybe reprimand or lecture him too, Byakuran pouted at the thought but shook it off with a wry but mischievous smile.
"Michaelo isn't here~~~" he said, the cheshire grin that resembled that of a cat's much too closely never leaving his face.
After that day, Michaelo would swear that he would never leave his Young Master alone with bags and bags of marshmallows accessible anymore. Speaking of which, how does his Young Master not get cavities?!
Byakuran Gesso is the oldest of the three, the bottom left vertex of the triangle, one half of the supporting base of the triangle.
He's the most unstable, yet easily the most mischievous and childish. His only weakness would be his favorite food and the other two. However, whoever used those against him would wish they were dead instead of facing the wrath of the black and white albino angel that they called down upon themselves.
He's also manipulative, the most manipulative in fact out of the three. However, for the other two, he would do anything for them. Anything that they so much as just wish for it, and as long as it isn't impossible, Byakuran would cheerfully give it to them, others' lives included.
He would play games with those who dared to lay a hand on the other two, even if a strand of hair of them was hurt, hell brought down by the angel would descend upon them.
Chapter 5
The Lonely Forgotten Vongola
Today was a special day for most of the members of the Sawada household. Most.
"Happy birthday, Ie-kun!"
"Haha! My little Luck is growing up!"
Laughter and happiness radiated from the house, bright enough to blot out the small ball of loneliness and sadness in the leftmost room of the second floor.
"Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me... H-happy birthday to Ts-Tsuna... H-happy b-birthday t-to me..." A young boy with features similar to the other one who was laughing with joy curled up into a ball in the corner of his unlit room, hugging his knees, face buried in the, rocking back and forth.
Two years old, he reminisced. That was the last time his mother even showed an ounce of love and affection towards him, no matter how unequal it had been. Her husband and her would turn towards his other half if his other so much as thought about it.
leyoshi was a spoiled brat, who often, if not always, got his way and left huge amounts of leftovers on his food plate.
He was torn between feeling disappointed or glad for leyoshi's behavior. He reluctantly settled on glad, if it wasn't for his spoiled behavior, Tsuna would've probably died from hunger by now. After all, it had been a full year since being neglected in favor of the younger, bratty twin of his, and his other half, leyoshi Sawada.
Though, not likely, if his friends that always surrounded him, even now, would allow it.
His mother's husband hated ever since he was born, and Tsuna wasn't that worried. He wasn't as oblivious as his mother or brother, and he certainly didn't buy the lies spoken to his mother about his work. Ieyoshi was the younger twin by 10 minutes, born on the 14th of October 12:05 AM. He came across the important piece of information about Iemitsu, his mother's husband, from an unimaginable and unbelievable source. Well, from the normality anyway, there was no way that he could ever call himself normal ever again, after meeting them.
His sperm-donor is from a line of strong and influential yet dangerous people with special flame-related abilities and are tied to -of all things!- the mafia. There was also the China Triads, but that was highly unlikely, considering Iemitsu's line originated from Italy after all, and the undeniable fact that he didn't understand a single word of Chinese.
He looked out the window and stood up when he heard loud footsteps growing louder and louder. Resisting the urge to peek. the nervous 3-year-old waited until the footsteps subsided in front of the door of a room a door down from his and the creaking and shutting of a door.
Then he heard the loud and annoying sperm-donor bidding bidding his dear wife goodbye, no doubt disturbing some neighbors from their long-awaited sleep. It wasn't hard to tell when Nana, left for sleep, and when she did, Tsunayoshi sneaked down to the bottom level and approached the storeroom, where the spoiled brat would discard off presents that Ieyoshi thought was useless. Which in truth, was in fact, very useful if the spoiled brat even knew what they were.
Tsuna was the more mature and intelligent of the twins -he liked to consider himself the most mature and intelligent as well as perceptive, look at the other three! His mother was too oblivious and had her heads in the clouds, not that he loved her any less and his twin! His twin! Does anymore words need to be said?! It was bad enough that he took anything Iemitsu said about Tsuna to heart, though they never did meet face to face before. Nana had always kept them separated. The worst case in the damn household was the sperm-donor! One, who would believe the ridiculous cover story he always provided, save for his mother and twin, that he went all the way to the North Pole for construction work, and to help PENGUINS cross! That was beyond ridiculous, and calling it brainless or stupid would be an insult to the definition of the words! There was no way Tsuna would ever acknowledge that he was related to the blonde idiot!- and he was definitely surprised at what he discovered there.
A laptop, a brand new, unreleased laptop, was dumped there. A laptop! Of all things!
Little Tsuna was ecstatic, forgetting all about the leftovers which were his dinner, and quickly scanning the pile for anything else that looked remotely useful and wasn't even disappointed when he found nothing. The other items dumped there were nowhere near as valuable as his discovery, thus, he ran up the stairs into his room, laptop being cradled close to his chest, all the while keeping his footsteps light and muffled, soundless to normal people. But could never fool an experienced hitman.
"Nufufu~? What is that, Tsunayoshi?" A spirit with melon-shaped hair materialized, along with 6 others once Tsuna was safely within the confides of his room.
Tsuna beamed as he gently placed the laptop on his empty and clean desk. "It's a laptop, Daemon-nii!"
"Tch! So that brat actually does have some use!' A spirit with red hair and face marks scowled.
A samurai with a tell hat and flute chided him. "Maa~ Maa~ G, he's still he child and..."
He was interrupted by a dark-haired man with a bandage over his nose. "How ULTIMATELY insulting! Tsuna is a child too, Asari!"
'G' scowled again. "Shut up, Knuckle! You're being too loud and -OW! What the hell, Alaude?!"
Said platinum blonde didn't open an eye as he kept the handcuffs he used to hit G, even though that wasn't the intended use of handcuffs. "Tch. Spoiled herbivore should be arrested to death."
A teen with green hair yawned. "If you ignore their appearances, I don't see how that brat is Tsuna's twin. Never mind the looks more like Giotto!"
Daemon Spade frowned. "Lampo is right, however, I can only see Giotto in Tsunayoshi. If the damn blonde idiot doesn't change, I can only fear that Vongola would be led to their own destruction."
Alaude grunted. "Julie Katou?"
Daemon twitched. "Oya? I wonder how'd you know about that...cuff-freak." he finished with a smirk and earned elf a well-deserved glare in return.
"Hn. Melon-herbivore." After that comment, both were glaring daggers at each other with their respective weapons raised and poised for attack.
Tsuna held back an exasperated sigh and instead opt to lean back on his desk chair and watch the two demons as they were about to clash. As they were ghosts, the most they could do would be having soft contact with him and unfortunately, destroying his room was still possible for them. At least he wouldn't get hurt, after all, aside from the stories of their clashes, no one had ever witnessed it first hand and was still living now to tell the tale.
Well, maybe except for Talbot, but Tsuna didn't know that.
Right before their infamous yet repetitive clash got underway, a stern yet kind voice interrupted them from beside Tsuna.
"Come now, Alaude, Daemon, there's no need to wreck Tsu-kun's room yet again, am I right?" Said a man that could've been passed off as a doppelganger of Tsuna had it not been for the blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes. However, his eyes flashed to sunset-orange as he fixed the two demons a hard stare.
The two demons huffed, not wanting to deal with their boss' and friend's wrath, before quickly putting some distance between them. Daemon was the one who voiced their unspoken question which has been lingering in the air ever since the man appeared. "I suppose that you, too, feel and believe that Tsunayoshi would be the rightful leader who could and would lead Vongola to success and away from the mafia while the other twin to ruin right?"
The blonde copy of Tsuna nodded silently but fixed an affectionate gaze on Tsuna. Knuckle turned to the stunned child once the meaning of both Daemon's and the man's words sunk into his brain.
"You see, Tsuna? We all believe in you to the ultimate!"
Tsuna cracked a grateful smile as some of the ghosts either held back shouts of his cuteness -Asari, Knuckle, Lampo and Giotto- and others just turned away to hide the blush slowly spreading across their faces -G, Alaude and Daemon-, Tsunayoshi is truly a beacon of light.
"Thank you all so much, G-nii, Asari-nii, Lampo-nii, Alaude-nii, Knuckle-nii, Daemon-nii and Grandpa Giotto!"
They all either smiled or nodded (the two demons, one wearing a smug smile) at the cute and young brunette as for Giotto, however...
"Why am I grandpa when they're all brothers?!" he cried out as Tsuna tilted his head slightly as an indication of confusion.
"You are my direct ancestor, and my three times great grandfather so..."
"Call me dad!"
"...Giotto."
"Dad!"
"...Papa Giotto."
"Dad! No Giotto!"
"...Papa..." Tsuna conceded, the pleading look in his eyes, ugh, he couldn't resist it, even though he also used those puppy-dog eyes.
"Great! Now Giotto-nii!" Giotto beamed as Tsuna's jaw slacked.
"What?!"
"Giotto-nii!" he prompted.
"Ugh... fine...childish Giotto-nii.."
Tsuna kept his laptop in a secure place and requested the ghosts to bring it to him if he ever got removed from the household or if something happened and he was rescued and would be recuperating at a foreign place.
Oh, he didn't realize how spot on those unlikely scenarios were.
He wasn't aware of the horror that would approach him when his sperm-donor came back the a month later -to everyone's surprise- or the new bonds he would form.
But he knew, that whatever happens, he wouldn't ever be alone. "Ne, Giotto-nii, can you tell me another story?"
Tsunayoshi Sawada, more commonly known as Tsuna, is the middle heir of the three, the bottom right vertex of the triangle. The other half of the base.
He's the most mature, and is all but the most overprotective, coming in a close second to Byakuran. He's the most reckless yet the second most patient. However, his ire is anything but pretty to face. Like Byakuran, you'd wish you were dead, but even worse.
The only thing that could piss him off or even snap is if anyone harms the other two, his family -yes, including Ieyoshi and Nana, he would turn a blind eye to Iemitsu though- his friends, and his future famiglia.
The two of them make up the base of the triangle, and though are overprotective of each other, they both value the third heir the most. After all, it's the base of the triangle's duty to make sure that the point of the triangle did not crumble or falter.
Chapter 6
Cursed Giglio Nero
A young girl who was approaching the tender age of three sat on the couch of the mansion's living room, staring into a blank television screen, pondering many different things as thoughts flitted across her mind. Her mother and the man she has come to known as her father-figure, a man who serves under her mother, a best childhood friend of her mother and also the man who is like an uncle to her were occupying another room.
A man with blonde gelled back hair and a worried expression was watching over a dark blue-haired woman with an orange flower face-mark below her left eye.
"Gamma...what are you doing?" Said the woman in an annoyed tone as the man named Gamma pressed a cool cloth onto her forehead and pulled up her blankets. :And it's hot!" Immediately after, she sneezed.
Gamma raised an amused eyebrow. "Oh okay then. Maybe I should turn down the temperature and...HIE!"
A sudden shriek exploded from his mouth.
He stepped back quickly as to avoid a bullet. "Woah, woah...c-calm down, Ari-AAAAAH!" he hurriedly jumped out of the open and landed on the grassy floor in the garden before running away, all the while dodging bullets.
Aria clicked her tongue and pocketed her handgun, lips curling into a satisfying smirk as a fond gaze flitted across the room. What Gamma just did reminded her of the days before she had Yuni, and to think he still does so even now, it makes her shake her head involuntarily while holding back the eruption of laughter threatening to burst out from her mouth.
Soon, she could no longer hold back as she burst out laughing. Wiping of some tears, she thought to herself. This life of hers, though short, couldn't be any better.
Down below, Yuni, the two-year old doppelganger of her grandmother, Aria's mother, was laughing out loud as she had moved from her spot on the couch and was watching out of the glass doors that lead to the grassy backyard where Gamma had jumped out from. Her eyes sparkled with childlike amusement.
Gamma, the blonde man, caught her eyes and smiled protectively at her. He was once quite hostile to her before confirming that Yuni was, in fact, Aria's daughter.
Aria had threatened anyone that even so much as glance at her daughter with slow, painful torture. Gamma had threatened with extreme bodily harm and even went as far to promise them hellish nightmares that would make Vendicare seem like a resort every second of their life. Yuni, who was just a year old when these declarations were made, just let it be, not aware of some fearful glances sent her way whenever she was out with Gamma at the shopping district.
The district was still mafia, but since it was merged with the civilian one, most mafioso who weren't as careful would stay away from the district. Another reason was that the mansion was located near the district, and the district -which was quickly growing in area and popularity- and small civilian merged locations, such as playgrounds, a library, music store and others, were under the protection of the Giglio Nero Famiglia.
Though most crimes happen in the shadows, as long as civilians weren't involved or harm in any way, the Giglio Nero wouldn't strike back. After all, once you were knee-deep in the mafia -green heads like recently awakened civilians didn't count-, you were expected to be able to protect yourself from enemy mafioso or enemy famiglia. After all, you were given the 'civilian pass' when you first entered the Cosa Nostra, and if you didn't spend your time cultivating your skills, be it physical or Flames, that will be your funeral. And if you didn't manage to build up a good amount of social alliances or connections or even some fame before your 'pass' was up, you'd be digging yourself a grave.
There was even a line of Cafes in the Giglio Nero territory, and Reborn -if he's not doing anything, like tutoring, lecturing or performing hits- is a frequent customer at each of those Cafes. So if any mafioso or Famiglia tried to stir things up, Reborn would usually be the one to end it, and lifting Aria's or Gamma's worry about the possibility of civilians blind to the Flame-oriented mafia would get caught up.
The Vindice, though well acquainted with two of the Arcobaleno, (this is from the prequel story I'm currently writing, which will be published when this story is completed) were still widely feared. Even Reborn felt uncomfortable near them, and to say less about Aria.
Yuni would usually be accompanied by Gamma or Aria or sometimes Michaelo, Byakuran's butler to Giglio Nero territory outside the mansion. The mafioso who took up residence there or even paid a single visit to the district all heard of the threats from the Giglio Nero Famiglia. None dared to touch or come in contact with Yuni after the threats were made and publicly announced every single day of the first half of the year in Giglio Nero territory.
Those who heard it from their peers would usually call their bluff, though if they had realized it earlier, they would sooner meet the devil than face the Giglio Nero's ire, but for them? It was too late. Far too late.
Yuni didn't mind it when no child even dared converse with her, she didn't mind it because she always knew that her mother and father would always be there for her. And her mother, who had the mysterious power of foresight, did hint that she would meet certain individuals in the near future who would fill up the empty slot of friends.
She would smile brightly when Gamma piggybacked her around, and until she was old enough, she had decided that she would go out herself.
When voicing these thoughts to her parents, both immediately declined, overprotective-ness seeping through and before she knew it, more threats were announced to the district the next day. Yuni only tilted her head in confusion when people, mafioso especially, started to give her and Gamma, Aria or Michaelo - Aria would only trust Gamma or Michaelo other than herself- a wider space.
When she asked Gamma about it, he only replied after ruffling her hair, "Nobody touches you, princess."
Yuni Giglio Nero is the youngest child of the triangle, the one that upholds world balance, the Trinisette. She's the point of the triangle, and the safest. What with all the safety precautions from her parents as well as the other two heirs.
Yuni may be the youngest, and has the most innocent face, but people often forgets her bloodline, and her important role in the Cosa Nostra's Trinisette. She isn't weak, and she is also the bravest, accepting her mother's burden with pride. If the situation calls for it, and there is no other option left, she would fight, kill, get stained with blood, just to protect.
She's patient, the most patient of the three, and usually does think things through. She seldom gets angry, and when she does, it's not at her famiglia or the other two heirs, it's to the people who dared threaten or harm the one she cares about.
She's an angel, a goddess who has the most powerful flame-users of the era at her feet. She emits of family, and the heirs, her famiglia and theirs, as well as her own 'Guardians' are always willing to help her in anyway. She won't be the one who would unleash her rage upon enemies, oh no, it would be her 'Protectors', so she jokingly and exasperatedly dubs them.
She, as the point of the triangle, would balance the base, and ensure no conflicts or grudges.
Well, I recently found out the facts about the triangle, so I hope that I got things right. And yes, the three Skies will meet each other. As you'll see in the continuation of this arc, which is the next chapter.