Choice Chosen:

Save Tsuna.


Reborn, placing all of his hopes on Fon, dashed to the door and gripped the doorknob. He shook it but it wouldn't open. The image of Aria and Yuni shimmered and vanished with a ripple. Reborn clenched his teeth and rammed his shoulder against the door. It still didn't budge.

He froze when blood seeped from below, spreading slowly under his feet. He took a step back and right then the door creaked open. An eerie wind blew against him and he gazed blankly into the darkness. Kyoko's arm and her body were still in the same place.

Where did the blood come from?

He looked down and his stomach tightened. It was one of the twin maspiras. His tiara was soaked in blood and his head was decapitated. This meant that Tsuna was most likely okay. Then...

"Shit!" he said, turning for the door.

He reached out to it was but it dissipated the moment his finger brushed the handle. Aria, Yuni...

His blood ran cold when he heard a small giggle behind him. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray."

Reborn quickly dodged the boy and thrust his hand forward. A yellow seal erupted from his palm and the blonde shrieked from the intense light. His body, which was knitting itself back together, slowed down before it started to burn. The intense smell of burning flesh wafted in Reborn's nose, but that did not deter him.

The boy fell to the ground, twitching occasionally. He would come back in one piece sooner or later. As long as there was darkness in humans, they would live. It was their source of life; they grew from even the tiniest bit of negativity, sprouting forth into what the shadows wanted them to be.

Reborn turned around. He still had time. Maybe Aria and Yuni were still alive - No, they are. Fon wouldn't let him down, even though this world's Fon was nothing like the Fon he knew. There were still some similarities between the puppet and the original.

He ran down from where he came before, retracing the steps he and Tsuna took. The scent of blood was repugnant and overwhelming. He picked up his pace when he saw the way back into his office.

The other twin was dead. But why did Tsuna scream?

Suddenly, Tsuna jumped from the image of his office, landing a few feet away from him. He was holding something or rather someone in his arm, obscured from view. He glanced at Reborn and scowled.

"What are you doing here?" he said with a small hiss. "Are you deaf?"

"You screamed," Reborn said plainly, as if that explained everything. Well, it kind of did.

Tsuna merely raised a brow. "I didn't scream."

A giggle echoed in the air and Tsuna's eye merely twitched in vexation. The child's torn limbs moved jerkily towards each other; the sounds of bones snapping in place pierced the air. Reborn was about to summon Leon, his partner, but was shoved aside by Tsuna who blocked the child's vicious bite with his glove.

"You will heed to my orders," the brunette said, his eyes narrowed. "Destroy the paintings!"

He flung the boy in the air and his hand ignited with Sky Flames. However, he still held onto the thing he was holding. He sprinted forward and slashed the child. The blonde evaded it by twisting in the air and throwing several knives at Tsuna.

Reborn took a step forward but the brunette glared at him. "Leave!"

He was suddenly blown out of the painting by a strong gust of wind and crashed into his desk, pain shooting up his spine. He groaned a bit as he rubbed the sore spot. His eyes snapped up to the painting but there was nothing to be seen; just a hazy darkness.

Tsuna's words rang in his ears and he was a bit reluctant to follow the orders. It wasn't a pleasant thought but for the safety of this world, it was needed. He grabbed a paintbrush that lied next to him and its tip was immediately soiled with golden paint. He quickly drew seals on top of it, his hand moving quickly and almost robotically.

The painting glowed bright and the shadows were eaten away by the light. A shatter echoed in Reborn's head as the painting turned white, blank, devoid of anything. Not even a speck of paint was left behind.

He did the same to the other and dropped the brush from his hand. It clattered on the floor. Tsuna was still a mystery and his thoughts wandered to the thing he held. He didn't get a clear look at it but he was somehow certain that it was a person. Who, he didn't know.

The phone rang and he immediately ran over to pick it up. However, once his hand touched the ringing item, a faint scream echoed in the air.

He whipped around and walked over to the paintings, an unknown fear growing in his chest. That was Tsuna. Reborn looked at the two blank paintings he had destroyed. A cold feeling settled in his stomach. What if he accidentally killed the boy?

The phone continued to ring and he picked up the call. "Hello?"

"Reborn, kora! The - Hey, are you okay?" Colonello's voice rang in his head and Reborn mentally cursed at the sheer volume of the blonde's voice.

"I'm fine," Reborn said, composing himself. "What do you want?"

The man on the other line hesitated and Reborn heard him take a sharp intake of breath. He could hear people in the background in rushed voices and narrowed his eyes. "Spit it out."

"God, Reborn, it's - I - "

Colonello sounded much like the first time he was drafted into the war: a confused and sensitive soldier. He was in the military much longer than the blonde but he had to say that it was quite impressive on how the other grew into the ideal soldier. Of course, it was thanks to the work of Lal Mirch, the country's first female commander.

However, his patience was wearing thin.

"What is it?"

Colonello exhaled deeply before saying, "Fon is dead."

Reborn froze, his knuckles turning white. He could feel a migraine coming. He placed a hand on a painting to steady himself and said, "How?"

"I don't know, kora! He was burned and we don't know how the hell he could've turned out this way! Fuck, Reborn, his whole body was just - It's was all - Goddamnit, kora!"

Reborn didn't say anything. This world's Fon was, again, nothing but a puppet, a way for the real Fon to observe this dimension without leaving his own. But... Even if this Fon was a puppet, he was still powerful and held one-seventh of the real Fon's strength despite not having memories from the original.

Every dimension was different. Memories were altered with each puppet to not disrupt the flow of time in the seven worlds and it would ultimately modify the Tri-Ni-Set to an irreversible state.

But that was the drawback: not having the memories that the puppets needed to survive. Luce had thought it wouldn't be necessary to retain them as she faced criticism of being too much of a pacifist - behind her back, of course.

She was sweet, the ideal Sky, but this concerned lives and they weren't picked to be the Arcobaleno for no reason.

"How about Aria and Yuni?" Reborn said slowly. "Are they fine?"

"Wait, how do y - "

"Answer the damn question!" It was rare for Reborn to let his temper get the best of him, but right now it didn't matter.

When Colonello fell silent, he let out a silent cry of frustration. He knew he shouldn't have went to Tsuna! He should've went to them! What the hell was wrong with him?

"Reborn? Hey, Reborn!"

"Tell me."

"What, kora?"

"Tell me."

"Oh... It was the same for the both of them. Just like Fon...they were burned."

"I'll be there."

"W - "

Reborn hung up and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, ignoring the mess in his office. When his hand landed on the handle, another shriek pierced the air before it was reduced to wailing in the silent room. He glared at the door, nearly burning holes into the fine oak.


Go to the art exhibition.

Save Tsuna.


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