Vongola Catacombs

Let the Rain, finally fall silent.


Tsuna sat down with a gentle sigh, listening to the shouts and calls of his guardians. They were all looking for the same thing and seemed to be having a good time doing it. It had been a good few hours since they'd arrived, and Tsuna decided that he should just let his guardians have his fun.

"Though I'm sorry, Asari. It is probably not the most respectful thing to do in a cemetery."

While in Japan, Tsuna had done some digging. He had taken archives, and birth and death certificates, gone to old city halls and even spoken to neighbors whose families had never left their little villages. Takayama was their destination.

Tsuna had held true to his promise, he promised Primo to bring everyone home, and the easiest to find so far was Asari. The man had been buried in his home village, brought home by his children when his will wasn't clear. Those who either didn't know about his mafia ties or didn't think it was safe to approach the Vongola to lay the Rain to rest had sent him home.

The people of the town were pleasant, peaceful even.

It had taken almost two years to find Asari, Tsuna was officially Decimo, had his crest, had his sentinel. But he hadn't given up on bringing Primo home. While he had leads as to the whereabouts of most of the guardians except Lampo, Asari was the first to find.

Silence suddenly floated through the cemetery and Tsuna sighed with exasperation. Of course, it was too much to ask for half a minute of peace with Asari before his guardians got a little antsy.

Without a word, Tsuna let his flames flow through the cemetery, and like always his guardians slowly filtered closer. Drawn to him as they always were.

"Of course you found him first." Lambo huffed, always a little sour to lose a game.

Tsuna just laughed, looking to Kyouya with a soft smile. "Well, let's bring him home then. No use sitting around now you've found him, omnivore."


It had taken a lot of convincing, but it had been the eldest woman in the town who had finally seen it done. Tsuna and his guardians had spent their time in Takayama in her home, helping her with chores in place of food and board. And so, like all things, they had spoken.

"I'm here to bring someone home," Tsuna had explained to her one evening. "Though he was born here, I know his Will lies elsewhere, and he is missed very dearly."

She hadn't spoken much during their conversation, her 100 years of life giving her a beautiful listening ear but she had nodded along. So when Tsuna approached the town, explaining that they would be bringing an excavator into their little, ancient cemetery there was rebuff. There was more than rebuff, of course, outrage brewed in the little town as people felt threatened by these expensive outsiders. Tsuna grew desperate though, he had finally, finally found a guardian and he wanted to bring him home.

Until Aimi-baasan stood.

When she did the village turned silent, she was well respected, her family being one of the few to start the village so long ago. Her family remembered the histories well.

"They will come with their excavators." She declared, clearly. "They will respect the dead, but the Ugetsu family always moved around, and were never meant to remain here. We knew this when Asari returned."

And that was that.

A week and a half later found Tsuna on a plane, Asari's urn sitting in a gilded case on their private plane.


Tsuna invited the Guardians to Primo's catacomb when they arrived in Italy once again. The Ninth generation had long since stopped visiting the graves of their future, though Tsuna hoped perhaps they would return to see all of Primo's guardians come home.

All of his guardians were somber but unsurprised; though they didn't come with Tsuna often, they had each visited the Catacombs themselves, to remind themselves of the inevitability of death and the fight for Will. SO when they walked into the freezing sanctum, they stood at the door and let Tsuna approach the Rain guardian's statue.

Asari was stood with his sword over his shoulder, a laughing grin carved into the stone of his face, his eyes were on Giotto, even if his watch was dangling from the hilt of his sword. Impractical, Tsuna thought, but the aesthetic fit the man with the laughter lines.

Tsuna took the urn containing Asari's remains and placed it in the small alcove behind his statue. He stepped back and sat before the statue, his guardians without a word followed, sitting closer than they ever would outside this sacred space.

"Welcome home, Asari." Tsuna whispered, so gently it wouldn't have been heard with even the slightest breeze.

As it were, a giant gust brought fresh, warm air from outside and ruffled the guardians' hair until it swirled around the room. Feeling the pressure in the air, every guardian's will burned and changed their eyes to ethereal. Each guardian's irises were ignited with their will, and when they all looked to Asari they saw that he too finally had his flames back.

Pouring from his watch like a downfall of rain in the spring typhoons his flames seemed to sigh with relief, and even Daemon's seems to finally feel relief in the stagnant, lonely sanctum.

"We'll bring everyone home."

And Tsuna knew then, that every effort made would be worth the feeling of bringing Primo's Guardians home, even if Tsuna didn't complete the task until he was as ancient as Aimi-baasan.