I don't even know.
Sky
Lal doesn't realize it until she hears a question from one of the lower-ranked CEDEF directed at Turmeric—who probably isn't the best person to be asking that particular question, considering he barely knows the Vongola Decimo.
"What kind of Sky is he?"
Lal is busy, heading to train up some of the intermediate recruits (her memories 'gifted' from that future-that-wasn't are fragmented, but it gives her a great appreciation for just how much Tsunayoshi is capable of handling when it's thrown at him), but the question sticks in her mind.
Her 'class' is not given anything like a reprieve for the distraction, but she thinks about it even as she barks out instructions and corrects stances.
Lal Mirch may have been military before she became Mafia, but she knows Skies. She had wanted one so badly when she realized what they meant, but Luce had already had her Set and could not take another. Iemitsu… she respected the man as a boss, but as much as she wanted a Sky, she just didn't mesh well enough for it to be him.
That made her look into it. There were, broadly speaking, two accepted groups of Sky with an occasional outstanding third type of Wrath, that were more corrupted by rage than anything else. In theory, they weren't born with Wrath, but something happened that caused a change. If that was the case with the only Wrath currently living, it had happened very young.
Xanxus' mother had brought him before the Ninth already able to manifest those destructive Flames, after all.
'Classic' Skies were like the day, bright and welcoming to any who stepped willingly into their sight, provided those who did were honest in their words and ways. 'Inverted' Skies were more like night, hiding their true motivations and accepting only those able to see in their darkness, cutting down any who threatened that enveloping shadow.
Wrath—Xanxus, at any rate—was more like the twilight. Taking in only those who could not bear the light of day, but hated also the darkest hours of night. His Varia were violent and largely insane, but they all had a strange honor to them.
Tsunayoshi… she had thought, at first, that he was Classic. He was no Invert, not at all like Iemitsu, and his Flames were so pure that even briefly entertaining the thought of Wrath was ridiculous. But…
He wasn't. Classic, that was. Tsunayoshi wasn't day or night or twilight; he was something else entirely.
It bothered her for days. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how different he was—he had two Mists amongst his claimed Guardians, already one more Element than she'd ever heard of another Sky holding. Most never bonded a Cloud and few held more than one of the same Element, but those who did usually had secondary affinities for the type, and only held two or three total. It was not uncommon (relatively speaking, as Skies were uncommon themselves) to find Skies with partial sets, and some with only one Element.
But Tsuna had seven, a full Set and a second Mist.
… Then she took a good look at everyone else around him, and started to think that the 'seven' might be understating. The Sun Irie Shoichi was a child in this time, even more timid than Tsunayoshi himself often seemed, but was clearly pulled in by the Sky. As much as he wasn't violent, Irie was a strong Sun, having been chosen in the not-future as one of the (fake) Funeral Wreaths, much like a Vongola Guardian.
Spanner, the Lightning robot-guy, had packed up and moved from England to Japan as soon as he got flashes of that future, immediately settling into Namimori and starting to make ridiculous (but useful) things for the Decimo and his people. Not only that, he'd literally betrayed the Millifiore mid-battle to pack an unconscious Decimo into a safe place, supplied him with tools to increase his fighting ability, and then backed him up when he went to fight again. If that wasn't the result of a sudden and unexpected bond, she didn't know what was.
That meant he had two Suns and two Lightnings as well as two Mists.
Then she realized how much Skull had started hanging around, and that Reborn complained and swiped at him but had not actually chased him off and added an Inverted Cloud to the list. Then she thought about Reborn.
No. No way. That was preposterous. Reborn had Flames too strong for even the one Sky aside from Luce he'd ever looked at fondly to bond with. There was no way a fifteen-year-old had pulled it off.
Days later, she actually went to Japan and asked, the question burning at her more the longer she thought about it.
Turned out that Reborn did claim the boy as his Sky, though he informed her it was a recent development and to be kept from Iemitsu. He also blithely added that Dino and Enma—Skies could Harmonize with Earths?—were listed amongst his, as well as Shamal, Bianchi, and Lancia. And, for some reason, Byakuran and Yuni, and by extension Tsuna seemed to have a partial bond to their Elements.
That was seventeen, and one was an Earth Flame and three were other Skies, two Classic and one a crazy Invert, to say nothing of Reborn.
Skull was the one who said it. "Tsuna is the all-encompassing Sky," he informed. "He's like space, wrapping around everything. It doesn't matter whether it knows he's there, it only matters that he is."
Maybe there was a place for her, too, even with her Rain still so damaged in the wake of the curse. Maybe she could finally have a home.
(Then Colonnello showed up, quickly followed by a somewhat irate Iemitsu, and things just degenerated from there. Somehow it ended with her defecting to the Decimo, Colonnello joining forces with Reborn and Skull to cause havoc for the intruding CEDEF, Verde showing up to turn experimental robots loose on everyone which Spanner countered with his own, Fon dropping by to see his student and nephew before promptly kicking Iemitsu out of Tsuna's room through the window while a bull-riding Lambo chased Turmeric down the street before the Varia showed and things got crazy.
Through it all, Sawada Tsunayoshi only buried his face in his hands with a longsuffering "Not again," before being swept into the chaos.
Well. If this was life with the Decimo, at least Lal would never be bored.)
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