Battle Cry
1
Song by: Imagine Dragons
I don't own Bleach or KHR.
--(xXx)--
He didn't immediately remember everything.
It wasn't until he was a year old and already starting to walk that he remembered.
Tsunayoshi Sawada remembered his past life in the afterlife as Genryusai Yamamoto.
That day was the last day he wept unconsolably and the first day as Tsunayoshi Sawada that he cried without making a sound.
He missed them. He hoped they where alright.
The three he considered children.
Jushiro.
Retsu.
Shunsui.
His children. He wept because he knew he most likely would never see them again.
After he pushed those thoughts away to the back of his mind like he learned to do to well in the past, he started to focus on getting back up to his strength that he had before, well at least as much as he could do so as a human.
So his first task.
Movement.
Oh he sunk so low.
Turning away from that dispair covered thought, he observed his new parents.
He wasn't to sure he liked what he saw. His monther, Nana Sawada, was a nice woman. Cheerful, kind, sweet. But she was as dense as brick.
Honestly.
His father though. If you got past the useless idiotsy the man admit off in waves, was a man that acted like someone you should be cautious around.
He wasn't sure he could trust either of them. So he didn't.
Sure he loved Nana, she was more of a mother than he had ever had before, but he didn't trust her with his secret and acted as an obedient son in her presence.
He knew in this world, because it had to be another world-he was spiritually aware here and he hadn't even spotted any shinigami or hollows anywhere from his observance, that it wasn't exactly considered normal for a young child,which he was at the moment, to suddenly want to be stronger and succeeds in slowly gaining that strength. So he started to make a different persona. He would act like the weak link, and fool everyone he was around.
He didn't doubt that he could fool them. He hadn't been the head captain just because he was the oldest soul there.
So he got to work.
After he turned 2 and gained full movement of his own limbs—it was so embarrassing—he started focusing on his balance and stances. He had all the knowledge of them in his head he just didn't have the muscle memory anymore. It got annoying more than once having to make a quick excuse as to what he was doing if his lunatic father walked into the room.
When he turned three he had retaught himself 15 of his own thousands of stances. He knew he still had a long way to go but it was a start.
But that wasn't what he had been so happy about. What had the now named Tsunayoshi practically jumping in place rejoicing—that was something else that annoyed him, at times he would switch between his own mature personality and that of a normal toddler—was that on his third birthday he had felt a very familiar heat rush through his veins, through his very heart.
Ryūjin Jakka had somehow crossed over with him and had buried himself deep in his soul. He had smiled so wide at finally having his partner back and being able to feel Ryūjin's flames rush through his body.
So he started working on utilizing the flames, without his sword, outside his body. It was hard at first and taxing on his younger self but he was slowly gaining more and more strength.
That was until his idiot father committed, to Tsuna, the highest form of betrayal.
Iemitsu had come home one evening with a very old man, but not as old looking as the head captain had been before being reborn, and the man's presence set off warning alarms with Tsuna's instincts.
He should have listened to them when he had the chance, because before the man left he had touched Tsuna's head, and everything went black.
When he woke he immediately felt different, sick, and not in a good way. He felt bleary and sluggish, his mind was having a slower time processing the things around him as he sat on his bed. And then he noticed.
Before Ryūjin Jakka had been a constant blazing inferno that always emitted a soft low level hum in the back of his head, and the flames from Ryūjin Jakka constantly flowed through his body, his muscles, his veins, his very blood, warming and comforting him they were apart of him and he was apart of them, but now..now they were just...gone.
He no longer could hear Ryūjin Jakka's warm, slow, comforting baritone voice in his head or feel the inferno that was his sword. The flames that were apart of him and ran through his body were gone and he was left feeling empty and cold. It was ...
Excruciating.
He screamed.
It took forever for him to get comfortable enough without the familiar internal heat he once had, that was gone now gonegonegonegon-, to be able to actually leave his bed.
It felt so wrong.
His hands and feet constantly felt practically numb from the cold but he never lost feeling in them. He no longer put off any body heat whatsoever. He was always cold.
He hated it.
The day after he lost Ryūjin Jakka was also the day that Tsuna's dad became Iemitsu his sperm donor. He hated the man because he just knew that the blonde had something to do with the violent ripping away of Ryūjin Jakka and his flames.
The loss also had a weird affect on his balance, he often found himself somehow tripping on nothing but air-he would have to fix that somehow- and his first response to things had started to be shyness instead of confidence that he had before-also something else that would need to be corrected.
But he wouldn't give up. He would fix these problems and continue on until he was old enough and strong enough to beat the answers out of Iemitsu until the man gave him back Ryūjin Jakka and his flames.
He would get Ryūjin Jakka back even if it killed him.
