A/N: Part Three of Six planned. Writing experiment testing different PoVs telling the same story. Each part is a different PoV with more of the story is revealed as you go along.

Or in other words... I'm a cruel cruel person who is going to tell you the whole story, but only let you find out the end of the story at, you know, the end.

Questions: Why's she broken? She wasn't reborn properly so she still feels all the bonds of her past life with none of the peaceful in between to come to terms with things. Lack of close ties to any of her new home's natives does not help with this.

-/-

Reborn was the World's Greatest Hitman. It wasn't an arrogant boast. Sure, he was still human, still had the potential to slip up and fail, but he was the World's Greatest Hitman and everyone knew it. That came with both drawbacks and benefits. Drawbacks - anyone trying to make a name for themselves wouldn't hesitate to taking a shot at him. Benefits - there was always work for him - work he could pick and choose - and not just in assassinations.

Take his last assignment. He had turned around the Cavallone's fortunes with his training of their heir. It had been a change of pace, not something he had done on that scale before, and certainly not something he'd ever done full time with a Sky. That had been a big learning curve. Knowing that a Sky needs careful handling lest they do themselves damage is one thing. In practice, luring them to connect and harmonise with their guardians successfully is... Well it's like leading a horse to water. Skies are stubborn, and there are so so many ways they can break or twist or shatter.

It had been difficult, requiring subtly, diplomacy and a strong hand - but well within his capabilities. In fact, he'd enjoyed the challenge and wouldn't mind trying it again.

So it wasn't a surprise when shortly after the Death of Nono's last surviving son, a message reached him on the other side of the world.

The Cavallone were the Vongola's allies after all.

-/-

Reborn hadn't paid much attention to the girl - well not more than he paid to any of the people that surrounded young Tsunayoshi. In other words, he had read her file, read Iemitsu's rather sparse description of her and spent a couple of hours observing her in both her private time and her interaction with people. She wasn't his student, she wasn't overly close to her brother and she was unlikely to pay any more attention to his activities than Nana would.

Only she did.

It left Reborn with a dilemma. The girl was incredibly smart, if not as dedicated to her studies as he would personally like. She was very intuitive, when she chose to be, and was a lot more astute than her brother when it came to identifying people's flaws. Her ability to see through people's dissembling and parse through the rubbish they spouted to identify the truth of the matter... She would have made a perfect advisor - and perhaps eventually head of the CDEF - if she could only be convinced to care. Really if Iemitsu and Tsuna weren't both so set on keeping her out of the Vongola he would have manipulated Tsuna into accepting her into his Family already.

Even so...

Perhaps...

-/-

Reborn watched the girl, hat pulled down to shadow his eyes as she ghosted silently into the room. For all intents and purposes he appeared completely asleep. She moved silently with ease, a grace in her movements that made him frown internally. Honoka was a civilian through and through. She had never shown much inclination to sports or exercise and she had never taken dance. Other than those there was no reason for a civilian to be able to move like she did.

She stopped a few steps inside the doorway, letting him remain between his charge and herself. He wondered absently if that was intentional.

"You're awake."

Her voice was soft and quiet and... dull. There was something off about it. He didn't narrow his eyes. "Yes."

She glanced at her brother and settled on his desk chair, her focus shifting entirely to him. Reborn shifted into a less slumped position, his hand sliding down to pet Leon. She blinked and raised a hand, yellow sun flames flickering to life in her palm. Her control was impressive. The tension in the room wracked up a notch. Leon's tail curled around his wrist.

"You have these too. What are they?"

A smirk slipped onto Reborn's lips, "And why should I telł you?"

"You're teaching my brother."

"Hmm, is he your brother?"

Tsuna shifted in his bed, his brow furrowed as the tension in the mood took a heavy step towards something ugly. She frowned at him, her eyes flickering to his charge before she shrugged. "Yes."

Just yes. Nothing in her own defence, nothing about how of course he was her brother and she loved him and all the usual bluster. He eyed her thoughtfully, reassured enough to give her request serious consideration.

If young Miss Sawada really was just discovering her flames then he had a duty to at least teach her the basics or find someone who could. Tsuna was his primary focus of course, and the discovery was unanticipated enough he should investigate her (flames required will, she'd never shown a sign of the needed force of personality in her life) but... If everything was above board...

"They're called sun flames Honoka-chan. Would you like to learn how to use them?"

-/-

Honoka was sitting quietly in a chair, eyes fixed on the faint glow of pale flames flickering around Shamal's hands. Reborn could see them too of course, but then he was a highly experienced flame user that had been part of the Mafia world for over 50 years. Seeing flames, or developing the awareness to be able to fake seeing them, was a more advanced skill than just feeling them. It was the difference between being able to hear a sound and knowing that the sound originated twenty feet behind you, 18 degrees to the left of your vision.

Leon silently shifted into gun form in his hand.

Reborn was now 90% sure that Honoka was not who she claimed she was, or that at a minimum the information he had on her was seriously flawed. There was too much that didn't add up, too many skills there was no explanation for. But to kill the apparent sister of the future Tenth on mere conjecture? Tsunayoshi would never forgive him. Nono and the idiot Iemitsu would not either. Hence Shamal. If there was something up, the medically trained mist would find it. And then Reborn would take appropriate action.

Ah, Tsunayoshi had finished his work and had stomped through and was blabbering about something. Reborn sent him off to school with a couple of seemingly casual phrases, absently dispatched a beetle to monitor him, and focused back on Shamal. The Doctor looked grim and vaguely sick... his hands almost gentle as he took a phial of blood for testing later. Hmm... that was unusual...

"Reborn... She's a Sky, a Vongola one."

Reborn blinked. Well, not likely to be an actual imposter then. Also, he'd seen her sun flames. "Explain."

Shamal shot a torn look at the girl still watching them quietly, her face blank. "She's shattered Reborn. If her flames weren't so strong originally, there wouldn't... It would be..."

He trailed off looking grim and Reborn brought Leon up to his chest and stroked the small creature's head. This... This changed things. And increased his work load, but that wasn't a surprise as such. Certainly, he'd have to get to the bottom of this, of what had shattered a Sky so young that she had never fully manifested her sky flames and then find some way to help Honoka stabilise herself... The latter would have to be a priority actually, it wouldn't do for Tsuna to try to stabilise her by instinct and shatter himself in the process...

He would almost have preferred that she was an imposter.

-/-

Now that he was looking for it, Honoka used mist flames a lot. Shamal's full report indicated that she used it for some form of physical conditioning, permanently twisting her physique, and he'd noticed himself how she used them at school. Not that it didn't cause more questions but he recognised her preferred method. It was a particularly subtle variant he had first come across in Saudi Arabia and involved microscopic invisible little puffs of mist flame settling in her victims' eyes or ears.

It provided... options. Tsuna didn't have a mist guardian yet and he wasn't impressed by any of the local prospects.

He'd see how well they responded to each other when she was nudged into a subordinate role later. He wasn't convinced it would work. Iemitsu the Idiot thought it might and Reborn could agree that it would be a tidy solution. The stubbornness of Skies though...

He'd test it after she got back from meeting the Varia. Oregano would be escorting her back in... Hm... Another day. Maybe he would have Tsuna climb a waterfall while they were waiting?

-/-

Honoka would not make a good mist guardian, Reborn concluded in his report to Iemitsu. The entire thing was barely 200 words long.

-/-

Honoka was missing. Shattered or not, she was the twin sister of the future Decimo of the Vongola and a powerful if broken sky in her own right. Until Tsuna grew up enough to have kids, she was also the next in line to leadership of the Vongola Famiglia, and her children after her. When there were three boys between her and her twin and the position of Decimo it wasn't an issue. That was no longer the case.

Reborn clenched his jaw as yet another contact failed to find anything.

The phone rang again.

"Ciaosso."

Aria's panicked voice, a spill of words about Storm flames and tears in the fabric of the world and that they needed to be stopped right now flooded into his ears. Reborn cursed internally, it was one thing after another. "Who? Where?"

"Honoka. It's... It's Honoka, Reborn. At the Sky Temple in Nara."

Reborn ended the call. He'd meet the others there.

"You know where Honoka is." Reborn turned slightly so that he could see Tsunayoshi out of the corner of his eye. The young man's eyes were burning orange, his guardians bunched up behind him. "We're coming with you."

It was not a question.

Reborn's lips twitched downwards but he nodded sharply. "We leave now."