Oh my god you people are just awesome.

Here's the third chapter it's slightly longer than the rest to make up for the wait.

I'm curious what would you have Gokudera call Tsuna besides Tenth or Juudaime?

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Bright amber eyes looked around frantically all the while staying completely unfocused. The little boy they belonged to was huddled under a cherry blossom tree. The beautiful pink petals kept being blown away by the gentle spring breeze into soft unruly brown hair.

The child was motionless; his small arms were wound tightly around his knees. His gaze snapping restlessly to every corner of the park and his skin was unnaturally flushed.

-"Tsu-kun where are you?"

The five year old only curled into himself at his mother's voice biting back a sob.

-She is ten steps away from the bush to the right…-

- There's a squirrel climbing up that tree-

He brought his hands up to his ears as the voice in his head kept talking on and on. He was in so much pain, his whole body felt like it was burning he didn't know how much time he was sitting there but –Five hours, six minutes and ten seconds- he wanted to go home. But he couldn't, not when that Old Man was there.

-Sky, rotten, rotten, ROTTEN-

Tsuna whimpered as the voice practically shrieked in his mind. The man had been staying in Tsuna's house at his father's demand but the boy had never liked him he felt wrong so he tried his best not to stay near him.

But one day, as Tsuna was climbing the tree in the back of his house trying to get the ball that had been stuck in its branches, his foot had slipped and he had started falling to the ground. But the ever-present Warmth inside him had spread through his whole body and he had landed softly on his feet.

Neither his father nor the Old Man had been thrilled though. He had been snatched from the yard and into the house where both adults had started whispering furiously to each other. Then the older of the two had reached for Tsuna, his pointer finger was glowing in a flickering shade of orange. Tsuna had made to step back only to be held tightly by Iemitsu (he wouldn't call that man his father not anymore) until that finger touched him on his forehead right between his eyes. The Warmth inside of him had begun to recede away and Tsuna had started shivering. The brunette's body had started feeling numb as he tried to reach for what was his not wanting it to disappear, the Old Man didn't have the right to try and take it away. So Tsuna had pushed with all his will to stop what was being done to him –chaining the sky- but it wasn't enough and he felt so very cold yet he continued to push even harder. Then something in him gave away and the pleasant Warmth he had always felt had ignited into a raging inferno filling his veins with liquid fire.

It had been two days since, and Tsuna had made sure to stay out of the sight of the two men. Yet, the fire coursing through him hadn't abated away. And there was a voice inside of his head talking incessantly, from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning until he closed them at night. And even then, the dreams he had made him feel so hollow when he woke up.

-Cloud-

Tsuna startled as the rambling of the voice quieted down to that almost reverent whisper. Even the flames he housed seemed to stretch making the boy feel suddenly too big too vast for his small body. He turned to where the flames seemed to be reaching for, only for enthralling ambers to meet the steely grey gaze of another child.

The boy seemed to be about two years older than Tsuna, he had shin length black hair and was wearing an equally black gakuran.

-"Little animal, your mother is looking for you".

Tsuna stayed rooted in place as the boy talked. The fire in his veins had finally stopped raging and was swirling inside of him contently some strands were reaching towards where the boy was standing before settling down again. Even the voice in his head had stopped talking.

The grey eyed boy turned around to leave, and before Tsuna even knew what he was doing he had jumped to his feet, ran to the boy and latched onto the back of his jacket. The brunette felt the boy go rigid under his hand before turning around to look at him.

He cocked his head to the side, almost birdlike as he regarded Tsuna curiously.

-"I-I..." Tsuna stammered he had no idea about why he had done that, he just didn't want him to go. The mere idea of the boy leaving filled him with panic.

-"Tsu-kun there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere" Tsuna jumped at his mother's voice the woman walked to him and took his hand in hers "You stayed here nearly all day we couldn't even go with your papa to the airport" Nana stated looking at her son with glazed brown eyes "How many petals do you have in your hair?" she asked giggling.

-Twelve-"Twelve" echoed Tsuna distractedly his eyes never leaving the other boy who was looking at his mother with furrowed brows having clearly understood that there was something wrong with the woman.

His mother only giggled again "Let's get going then Tsu-kun we'll buy some dango on the way home" she said.

-"Okay" Tsuna agreed before reaching for the raven haired child's sleeve "Would you go with us please….Um?" he requested.

-"Hibari Kyoya" stated the boy curtly.

-"Would you go with us please Kyoya-kun?" Tsuna asked once more.

Said boy looked at Tsuna then at his mother before letting out a soft "Hn" and nodding his head yes.

The amber eyed boy beamed and took Kyoya's hand in his only for said boy's eyes to widen slightly.

-"Ara? A friend of Tsu-kun's? " Nana asked having seemingly finally realized that there was someone else standing beside her son.

A friend?

No, much more.

Hibari Kyoya was his, his guardian; his Cloud and Tsuna will give him a wide and vast sky to drift freely in. And as his flames curled themselves contently around the fledging bond between them Tsuna couldn't remember ever being happier.

-"That looks like one awful king"

Tsuna hummed at the statement, adding intricate patterns to the throne on which a raven haired man was sitting. Said man had beetle like eyes filled with greed. The golden crown placed upon his head looked crooked as it sat among black strands akin to slimy vines. The immaculate white robes he wore were perhaps supposed to look regal, yet the amount of fat its wearer possessed made them look like a silk cloth swaddling a big fat pig. His beefy hand held a bejeweled cup of wine tightly. And the throne even in all its refined beauty seemed ready to cave under the man's weight.

-"He was" stated Tsuna putting his pencils aside before raising his head to meet Reborn's obsidian eyes.

-"Oh? That implies that he once existed" said the Hitman his eyes going over the features of the king once more.

-"That depends on who you ask Reborn, some would say he did while others would call them fools for it" declared Tsuna his eyes roaming the full classroom.

He hadn't been able to draw as he usually did every morning as he was woken up by Reborn at the crack of dawn for 'training'. That is if you counted running all over the town while being followed by a trigger happy hitman who took great pleasure in shooting at him and throwing the occasional hand grenade if he thought that his student was 'slowing down' as training. So he had decided to simply pack his sketchbook with his schoolbooks hoping to have the time to actually draw something down.

-"And how did this king of yours act?' asked the hitman.

Tsuna paused at that he looked at the figure he had drawn before closing the sketchbook and putting it away. He gathered the pencils in his hand and looked at Reborn, face deceivingly calm.

-"He was exceedingly cruel,

The King laughed loudly, eyes shining with malice lips drawn into a smile full of teeth. The Royal looked more like a jackal than anything else.

-"Forgive? I am king of the Heaven in the desert, ruler of Babylon I do not need to forgive commoners barely fit to kiss my feet. Even less when they have not done the work asked of them as they should" the cruel smile stretched further as he threw the golden goblet he held, hitting the seamstress kneeling in front of him on the head.

The old woman sprawled to the floor at the strength of the throw "Mercy your Grace" she pleaded eyes to the ground.

-"Have you not heard a word I've said? Still disrespecting your King are you?" he sneered before bellowing "Guards! Off with the wench's head!"

The poor woman's head snapped up tears streaming down her cheeks, she looked at the King, eyes wide with terror.

-"Please, please" she begged as the guards seized her arms their gaze pitying, she looked around frantically before her eyes locked with Anshar's who was sitting on a smaller throne to the King's right "Please".

The brunette turned to the King "Your Grace.." he started.

-"Do not interfere with this matter boy, my decision has already been made" interjected the King his face turning red with rage when he saw that the guards had let the woman go when their Prince had started talking "I have given you orders have I not!" he roared rage coloring his voice.

and so very greedy"

-"Seize her stock of silk and such other fabrics they shall belong to the Palace from now on" ordered the King .

-"Your Grace, at least leave those to her children as inheritance if you are so keen on taking her life" pleaded Anshar.

-"Do not speak to me on a decision I have taken boy! Have you not seen how that wench outfitted her King trying to make a fool out of him!" bellowed the Royal.

Anshar gritted his teeth, hands fisting at his side his eyes glowing with barely restrained power making a flicker of fear appear in the King's eyes.

-"Power corrupts" stated Reborn pulling Tsuna back to the present.

The brunette looked at the hitman thoughtfully "One would wonder what would the kind of power coming from ruling the strongest Mafia family in the world make of its owner?" he stated voice soft as to not bring attention to them.

-"The Nono has always had the betterment of the Famiglia as his main concern most people think him kind if not completely soft."

The boy smiled inwardly at what Reborn said. The hitman hadn't tensed or tried to defend the old man at what he had basically implied about him which meant that while he did work for the Vongola Don he wasn't loyal to him nor was he one of his Elements. Of course it could be just good acting but going by the affirmative hum in the back of his head he was right.

Tsuna wasn't going to keep someone who was loyal to a person he perceived as an enemy to get close enough to his mother or his Cloud. Well…The latter could protect himself but his mother was defenseless and he wouldn't have anyone bringing harm her way.

The brunette stood up, put his pencils in his bag and slung it over his right shoulder only for Reborn to jump on the other one.

-"Not interested in attending class are you?" the hitman asked a dangerous edge to his voice.

-"Nezu-sensei is always punctual to a fault, yet, it's half an hour past the time class should start. He is not coming" stated the boy before stopping at the doorway and turning to face his classmates that simple move gaining everyone's attention " Nezu-sensei is most likely not coming today" he stated gaining cheers from almost everyone " as he didn't inform anyone of today's absence, there is no teacher able to replace him, you can consider this a free period" Tsuna smiled serenely as the cheering raised in volume " as long as you stay inside the classroom of course or go to the library. No one here wants to break any school rules right?"

The class immediately quieted down, the students shivered as a whole thinking of the ramification of breaking said rules. No one wanted the attention of Namimori-Middle's Demon Prefect.

The corridors were eerily silent as was usual when classes were in session. No one would dare to break school rules not when Hibari Kyoya could swiftly bring pain and despair raining upon them. Tsuna thought it was…cute his Cloud was so adorably murderous and the way students ran away the moment he bared his teeth and raised his tonfa was amusing.

-"Not concerned by the school rules?" asked Reborn after a while.

-"When you're a part of the Disciplinary Committee you tend to be exempted of most things" answered Tsuna.

-"You're a part of Disciplinary Committee?"

Tsuna turned his head slightly at the question raising his eyes to meet Reborn's "You didn't know? I thought, going by every movie I've ever watched on the subject, that hitmen got a report on their victim's lives" he stated.

-"You are not a victim now are you? And you shouldn't believe everything you see in movies" said Reborn.

Tsuna hummed thoughtfully "I think, Reborn, that you got your intel on me but it was awfully done most likely by Iemitsu's hand. You should really choose your contacts more wisely".

The brunette stopped in his tracks blinking once, then twice at the bullet that had just lodged itself in the wall mere inches from his head. If the ever present voice inside his head hadn't warned him (the warning in itself coming nearly too late) the bullet would have gone straight through his head. Had the hitman really just tried to kill him?

- The bullets aren't normal-

-"One would wonder Hitman-san, if I'm not truly your would-be victim with how much you love shooting at me. But then again, those aren't ordinary bullets are they?" Tsuna mused as he started walking again aiming a tranquil smile towards Leon who poofed back from gun to reptile.

-"No they aren't." affirmed Reborn trailing small fingers over Leon's head his sharp black eyes locked on Tsuna's profile "The Dying Will Bullets are one of the most interesting creations that Leon can make. A shot through the head, pushes the person into an altered state of mind in which they could accomplish most everything they put their minds to. If they have a strong enough Will to bring them back from the dead that is".

-"What king of 'altered state of mind' are we talking about here?" asked Tsuna even though he already had an inkling as to what the hitman was talking about.

And he didn't like it at all.

-"The bullets make the limitation of the human body nearly non-existent, the person shot can as a consequence harness a great amount of strength. The regret a person is holding onto as they are dying and their Will to survive makes it so that they are revived a flame atop their heads and immense power at their disposal" explained the hitman.

The Crown of the Sky, that's what the Babylonians called it. A power prized and its secrets guarded jealously by the Royal family. The people of Babylon had been brought to their knees time and time again by the sight of their Prince and Princess (their God and Goddess) wreathed in their amber flames.

The mere thought that, that kind of power could be held in the Mafia's hands made Tsuna want to retch.

-It isn't-

The boy relaxed inwardly at the voice's reassurance. He looked at the hitman from the corner of his eyes to find him still patting his chameleon. No, the Mafia wouldn't have access to the bullets not as long as Leon was the one making them. He may have known Reborn for less than a week but he was pretty sure that he would put a bullet, a real one, between the eyes of anyone that tried pressuring him to do so.

-"Tsunayoshi-san" a voice called out "are you heading towards the roof?".

Tsuna who had just started walking up the stairs leading there stopped, turned around to look at his Cloud's minion and nodded.

-"Shall I bring something up to you? I have just been informed about Nezu-sensei's absence. You can be assured that something like that will not happen again".

Tsuna smiled as serene as ever "Ah…Thank you Kusakabe-san, some dango would be appreciated".

The boy nodded before bowing low and turning around.

The sun was like a balm against his face and the roof blessedly silent. It made Tsuna want to lay down and bask under the sun rays. But there were still things he needed to know, so he merely walked to the edge to the roof and sat down back leaning against the worn grille.

Reborn immediately jumped down and stood facing Tsuna his fedora casting ominous shadows over his face.

-"You talked about a flame standing atop one's head", stated Tsuna smiling placidly "What did you mean by that?"

-"The Seven Flames of the Sky or Dying Will Flames as they are more commonly known in the Mafia are a high-density form of energy that is formed directly from a person's life-force or waves which resonate with a person's emotions. The Dying Will Flame is in many ways like to a real flame, possessing its own destructive properties. Dying Will Flames are graded according to their purity, which has a direct relationship with the strength of a person's Will, their resolve to survive. Among other things, this rate of purity serves to indicate how much of the special characteristics of the Flames are being drawn out. Each Flame's attribute has its own special characteristic. The rarest and most important kind of Flames is the Sky Flame its attribute is Harmony, the second rarest Flame is the Cloud Flame with Propagation as an attribute, then, there are Storm Flames with Disintegration, Rain flames with Tranquility, Sun Flames with Activation, Mist Flames with Construction and Lightning Flames with Solidification." explained the hitman.

-"And what kind of flame do you believe I have?" asked Tsuna, curious.

The hitman looked at his student searchingly. His hand went back to Leon who immediately took the shape of a gun. He leveled the barrel at Tsuna's head and smirked "I could shoot you right now and we would both know", he stated "aren't you the least bit curious about what kind of flame you may possess?"

Tsuna leaned back against the grille which squeaked under his weight –It should be changed- . His eyes caught a hint of movement besides the roof's door and a smile stretched itself onto his face almost condescending in its serenity. His flames shifted inside of him excitedly even as they wrapped around his only guardian bond.

-"For threatening a student of Namimori-middle I will bite you to death."

The hitman turned slightly towards the voice, never leaving his back to Tsuna. He shot even as said boy's Cloud lunged at him. However, the bullet never reached its target who had quickly dodged to the side. Reborn jumped away at the last minute letting the tonfa aiming straight at his face crash to the ground the impact leaving a hole in it.

Hibari Kyoya crouched in front of Tsuna teeth bared and eyes never leaving the hitman.

-"Okaeri Kyoya" welcomed the Sky.

-"Hn" was the only answer he received as Kyoya lunged once more at the hitman tonfas at the ready.

Tsuna watched them both fight with keen eyes. He could tell that the hitman wasn't giving his all to the fight. No, he was merely gauging the Cloud's strength. His shots weren't nearly as fast as they could be and his flames were tightly leashed. Not that Kyoya wasn't pressing hi, the Cloud kept upping his speed while his flames started coating the edge of the tonfas.

-"Tsunayoshi-san, your dango".

Tsuna snapped his head towards the voice "Thank you Kusakabe-san" he said taking the box in his hands and opening it.

He took one of the sticks and bit into the first sticky ball, humming at the sweet taste. He heard a loud crash and turned back to the fight. There was a huge chunk of roof missing and his Cloud was wearing a wild grin on his face as he went after Reborn again.

-"Shouldn't we try stopping the fight?" asked Kusakabe.

-"Let's wait for a bit Kyoya seems to be having fun" answered Tsuna "it's not like it's the first time that he destroys the roof."

-"But..." Tsuna turned to Kusakabe at the hesitance the dango stick caught between his teeth "Aren't you always the one taking care of the paperwork Kyoya-san's destruction engenders?"

Tsuna blinked a shiver running down his spine, he turned slowly back to the fight and almost whimpered as he took in the amount of damage that would soon be translated into paper, all his to be taken care of. It was always like that, Kyoya would start fighting and Tsuna would be too busy watching the havoc he created to take into account what that would mean for him.

–Hell-

He could try to end the fight by simply walking between them both, but that would only result in both fighters turning their weapons on him by sheer principle and Tsuna had no intention to fight that day.

He removed the stick from between his teeth and looked at it thoughtfully before loosening the hold on his flames and burning it to cinders.

The fight immediately came to a halt both the hitman and the Cloud looked at him with two different expressions.

Reborn raised his fedora his obsidian eyes piercing Tsuna "You are…"

"….A Sky." said Anu as she cupped her twin's tear streaked cheeks in her hands her amber eyes sad "Vast, endless and all encompassing."

-"Yet I couldn't even save one seamstress" Anshar interjected with a rough voice.

She passed one of her hands through his hair soothingly "And how my dear could you have gone against the King? He fears you, yet you cannot do anything to him not when it means the loss of your birthright. And then, who will be there for our people?"

Anshar hanged his head, not wanting to meet his sister's eyes and her unwavering trust in him.

-"Chin up my Prince for he made a grave mistake" she commanded.

Anshar did as he was told meeting the gaze of his sister once more "The King forgot that never has any ruler before ever held as strong a Will as yours."

-"My Will?" he asked confused.

And she smiled, soft, kind and proud "Your Will to protect those who deserve my dear, no Will before has shined brighter and none ever will."

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