You all noticed the change in summary. I wanted to get more reviews but I wasn't exactly sure how to. I wanted it attention-grabbing...didn't work...

Yeah...the summary spoils a bit even though you have no idea what's going on. Knowledge of KHR, Detective Conan, Soul Eater won't be necessarily needed except the concept of the Flames in KHR, the Black Organization, and the Heart/Soul/Mind and the idea of a Weapon & Meister in SE.


Soul Resonance


Chapter 4: Peace


A scrawny boy with short tussled auburn hair and sharp green eyes, hugged his plush dragon to his chest as yet another doctor passed by him.

He hated the stench of the hospital. It reminded him of nothing of home. His mother's perfumes and his father's beer was what he was accustomed to. Wrinkling his nose, he hugged his plushie closer.

At the corner of the waiting room, he saw his father stumbling down the hallway. "Papa!" He raced towards his father, a red-bearded man with a huge frame that looked like he could carry an airplane effortlessly. The boy stopped in his tracks at the sight of some redness on his father's eyes. Is his father crying? "Papa, what's wrong? Did Mama yell at you again?"

Suddenly, he was swept up in his father' arms. "Papa's here, Al. Papa won't leave you."

"Papa!" Al laughed, throwing his arms around his father's head. "Where's Mama?"

Gregorio Waters, stoic and strong wrestling champion, tightened his grip on his son. Any passersby might look oddly at the tearful man standing in hallway, but all that didn't matter to Gregory. "Did you hear that, Vanessa? He needs you…I need you…"

"Papa?" Al tilted his head, his innocence radiating unbeknownst of darkness.

"Al, I love you so much. I promise you that I'll stay here with you forever. I love you, my son, I love you." Gregory choked with sobs.

Neither father nor son broke the silence that followed after.


Messy white locks bounced as a boy of ten years old peaked over the receptionist's desk. The receptionist smiled at the young boy trying to see what's on her desk. His older brother by four years shook his head at his brother's curiosity.

"Is everything fine? Do I look good?" Charles LeMaire babbled, fumbling with his tie.

Genevieve Evans placed a hand on his shoulders gently. "Dear, I never saw this nervous before. Carry out this meeting peacefully."

"I'm sorry." Charles sighed and nodded. His fingers twitched. Genevieve glared at him as his hands readied to straighten his tie. His hands dropped.

Genevieve raised an eyebrow as she eyed the clock above the receptionist's desk. "Oh dear, I have to take the boys to self-defense lessons." She lowered her gaze on her sons. "Come now, Wesley, Soul. Say goodbye to your father."

The two boys walked over to their father and kissed their father on the cheek. Their mother threw her arms around Charles and pressed her lips against Charles'.

"You take care, alright? Don't wait tonight because I know I'll be home late. Make sure Wes and Soul practice their best."

Genevieve giggled against Charles' chest. "I know. I'll make the best of it."

A rather beautiful woman with long black hair tied in large twin braids, her dark eyes flashing at the sight of Charles.

Charles felt eyes drilling into his very soul. Cautiously, he turned around, Genevieve still around his waist. "Kamiko!"

Genevieve frowned. "Kamiko?"

"Ah, I forgot. This is Kamiko Kurosawa. Kamiko, this is my mistress, Genevieve Evans and my sons Wesley and Soul Evans. If everything is well, then she'll be our chief engineer in the genetics department of SEAT."

"Seat?"

"SEAT, not seat. It's actually an acronym for Soul Epidemic Analysis of Technology." Kamiko replied stoically. "It's a pleasure to meet a musician of the Evans family."

Genevieve flushed. Kamiko shook her head and narrowed her eyes coldly at Charles. "We are nearly late. Come now, Charles." With a swish of her red gown, she strolled towards the limousine."

Charles answered his cell calmly as he drove him. "Yes, Kamiko took care of everything in the meeting. The old blind man can't tell who's apart anymore so why would his altruistic ways help? I might snag his wife for a night or two… Anyways, we will get the research done." The phone line fell dead on the other side. Snorting, he pocketed his cell and watched the city's lights.


"Remember, Shin, you must be back by eight pm." Yukiko Kudo stood above her son Shinichi.

"I know, Mom, I know." Shinichi nodded as he eyed Ran outside the gate waving ecstatically. "I'll see you tonight!"

Yukiko sighed as she closed the door behind her. "Yu, are you sure we have to leave this country?"

Yusaku looked at her cuttingly. Yukiko winced under his glare. "Yes, we absolutely have to. Once Shinichi turn fourteen, we would leave for America."

Yukiko quickly shook her head. "But dear, he doesn't know about Them. What if he runs into one of them when we're not here?"

"Dear, he's not stupid enough to go run off to see some shady men trade illegally." Yusaku sighed as he opened a book. "He's more mature than that."

Yukiko frowned as she opened the window, allowing the autumn breeze flow through. "I wonder how Toichi and Chikage are doing…"


The Vongola Ninth Timoteo sat by the living room's table, staring at his cup of alcohol. He heard shuffling and laughter in the kitchen before a blond man sat down on the opposite seat.

His eyes caught on a small brunet with wide gold eyes Tsunayoshi Sawada take a ball on the floor and ran outside.

"What do you think? Isn't my son cute?" Iemitsu Sawada grinned; his eyes watching his son bounce the ball.

"Yes, he's just like Nana." Timoteo returned the smile. And Vongola Primo…

"But he's like me in some ways." Iemitsu gazed contentedly with a soft smile.

The old boss smiled gently. "I have a son now and I understand it well." His feautures turned serious. "However…"

Realizing something very important, Iemitsu crossed his arms. "Ninth, for you to come all the way to Japan… What happened?"

Timoteo lowered his gaze at the sake on his cup, his reflection glaring back. "Nothing yet, but I know something will happen soon. That's what I feel."

"Nono…"

"That boy won't show me a smile."

Outside, Tsuna grinned as the ball bounced in his arms. Cheerfully, he could only think of the lessons his mother is going to teach soon. He hoped to be like his mother, taking down those bad guys on the way home. During his daydreams, the ball fell out of his reach. "Ball!"

The little brunet bent down to pick up the rubber ball when his gold eyes caught sight of a puppy at the gate. The puppy trotted his way to the boy. Startled, the boy fell on his bum.

Tsuna felt tears at the corner of his eyes before he really did began crying. The puppy barked and leapt on Tsuna, making the poor boy wail louder.

The men inside blinked. When they walked outside, they found Tsuna crying like there's no tomorrow with a puppy on his chest. Sighing exasperatedly, Iemitsu strolled towards his son.

Unbeknownst of the Sawada's, Timoteo's eyes widened when he felt the strength of a Sky Flame. He eyed the puppy running out of the gate as quickly as it could.

Iemitsu carried the still crying toddler on his arms, trying to comfort his son. "It's alright now. Don't cry."

Timoteo quickly scanned the house and nodded when he saw Nana still cooking. Before Iemitsu could question anything wrong, the boss sighed. "That boy has power." Gentle, Timoteo raised a single finger alit with an orange flame.

Tsuna stared in confusion as Timoteo placed his finger on the forehead. Feeling suddenly sleepy, Tsuna yawned and rested his head against his father's chest, snoring lightly.

"Good. Now his power will be unleashed when it's necessary."

"Ninth…"

"If possible, I'd like to have you and this child lives peacefully."

Iemitsu stared at his boss apprehensively. He flinched when his wife call, "Dear, is something the matter?"

The man was quick to answer, noted Timoteo. "Tsuna played too much and tired himself out." Giving Timoteo a passing glance, he strolled inside and into the kitchen.

"Here you go!"

The Vongola boss watched at the family wistfully. If only his intuition wasn't right, then the family would be unharmed and out of danger from death. His silver eyes dropped on the sleeping boy. Vongola Primo…

Unbeknownst to the residents and guests, a sharp swish of a black jacket disappeared from behind the stone walls.


Guess who was that person on the end~! Please review this story because I sincerely want to hear your opinion, whether good or bad.

I feel I didn't do the Kudo justice but I wanted to give them peace for the while until the fighters would participate.

Author Notes

Alternate Universe - Pretty obvious. Gregorio and Al Waters (the full name would be revealed later) are the alternate versions of Stoic and Hiccup from the How to Train Your Dragon Franchise. The path the other fighters are sometimes in Canon or in personal canon or alternate universe in this story. They'll be age differences amongst the so-called teenagers. This story is a huge crossover.

Age - I'm precise as I want to be but I don't think I can keep up with the age in this story. Conan (or anybody) barely ages in the anime/manga and Tsuna (and friends) is still in freaking middle school when the events felt longer. It's anime and now I'm applying that to this story.