So you might be wondering, why the heck are you getting another chapter so soon? Stress management is about the only answer I can give you….That and we're coming to the climax of this arc. There are probably going to be 3 or four arcs that I can think of, maybe less. But we're getting to the climax of this arc where Tsuna is young and I want to write it because it's going to be great.

Tell Her That He's Dead

You Know Nothing of Sin

Like most almost five year olds, Tsuna and Hayato bounced back rather quickly from their ordeal. Though recovery took almost two weeks for both Hayato and Tsuna, they were laughing within days.

Flashback to 5 Days after the Event

Hayato was having the strangest dreams. It was warm, and not bad. But it was lonely. He felt like there was someone with him, walking beside him and laughing. It felt like he was home. But he also felt tired, like he wasn't getting to drink his juice in the morning, or had missed a nap.

He couldn't quite pinpoint what the feeling was. But he searched it out. All the while, the presence beside him grew brighter, stronger. Soon Hayato could see the outline of orange surrounding the person walking with him, and then could hear the laughter better.

Tsuna appeared, smiling all of a sudden, and Hayato's heart leapt. Because of course it was Tsuna! No one else could make Hayato sing the way he did, no one made Hayato devote time to building his 5 flames, and no one but Tsuna would walk with Gokudera the bastard.

But then, why hadn't Hayato been able to tell it was Tsuna in the first place?

His green eyes widened, and the dream Tsuna stopped walking, a sad smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, Hayato." Dream Tsuna whispered. "I didn't want you hurting anymore."

And Hayato bolted awake. He scrambled against his covers, snarling at the fabric as he tore out of the room. It was the infirmary. He could tell because it smelt like butter, and sunshine, and cleanliness, and a spring day. He paid no mind though, Tsuna's flames were stronger now, were starting to smell like oatmeal again instead of artificial bubble gum. That must have been what woke Hayato up! Tsuna was getting better! Tsuna had opened the channel again.

Hayato slammed into the chest of Squalo instead of Tsuna. He glared at the older boy, ignoring the conflict growing in Squalo's tinted-blue eyes.

"Oi! Get out of my way! I need to see Tsuna." Hayato tried to barge past, but he was only five, and Squalo was not only six years his senior, but training to be a swordsman. So he didn't get far.

"You can't." Squalo stated, eyeing the young storm with caution. His chest pulled slightly to see Hayato's eyes water, and to know he was causing a young Vongola element such distress. "You're not well enough yet."

"You bastard!" Squalo nearly had a fit, fucking Xanxus teaching children bad language, "You can't keep me from my sky! I need to see him. He needs me!"

Before the argument could heat more, or force Hayato to rely on his healing flames, Lavina appeared, pulling her boy to her chest. Hayato didn't fight. He didn't try to hold the tears back, not with his mum's arms around him.

"I didn't help him! He was sick because I wasn't strong enough. I need to apologize! I need to make sure he's well." Hayato wailed. "I wasn't strong. Mukuro and I couldn't stop it! We didn't know what was wrong. Tsuna was dying! HE's dying! I can't let my sky die alone! I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't!"

Squalo bit the inside of his cheek as he fought to keep himself in order. He was more emotional than he let on, and he actually liked the kids despite how fucking annoying they were. But to watch a child, a five-year old, declare such a thing, even Squalo's eyes burned.

"Oh my little star." Lavina hummed. "Your sky is well, and you are so strong."

Hayato just sobbed harder, harder because he was so scared. He had been so sure that Tsuna was dying. They had been so scared, and worried. They hadn't understood what was happening.

Hayato also sobbed because he was so relieved. Tsuna was his sky, was the only one who would let him rage at whatever he wanted; at his academics, music, or at people who tried to separate them. If Tsuna was okay then that meant Hayato was okay, that meant he could get stronger, that things would be fine.

When things had calmed down, he was allowed to see Tsuna again. He cuddled with the boy while Enrico watched over them, marveling as Hayato's eyes spun in a cycle of colours, calling out to his sky.

Present

Tsuna was eating breakfast, three days after finally waking up again with Hayato when Federico entered the room. Tsuna greeted his Papa with a hug and a kiss, and Federico returned the greeting, ruffling Hayato's hair, much to the boy's internal joy.

"How're you boys feeling?" Federico asked. He sat down gracefully, picking up his tablet and reading the recent news. As he spoke, he eyed the boys over his coffee.

Regardless of how they answered that question, Federico knew that they were probably feeling much better. Not even a week ago, Tsuna had been pale with sunken cheeks and coughing up blood. He had burns all over his hands and face. Hayato hadn't been much better. Now though, the boys were flushed again, cheeks full, though both now bore burn scars on their bodies. Tsuna had burns on his hands and across his face, and Hayato's arms had borne the effect of the burns. They were light scars, silvery really, looking more like wet spots or glue than actual burns. But they were laughing, and that beyond anything was telling. It made Federico smile into his coffee and allowed the tension to drain from his shoulders.

"We're feeling much better, Papa!" Tsuna assured Federico after meeting Hayato's eyes. "We have lessons with Reborn today."

When Reborn had arrived at the Vongola mansion, just a day before Tsuna had woken up, he nearly exploded. A sun, and flame-sensitive, Reborn could still taste Tsuna's flames, even after almost two weeks. It helped of course that Reborn took the safety of his students very seriously. Reborn knew every change and characteristic in both Dino and now Tsuna's flames. So, Reborn tracked down Nathaniel, the head of Vongola staff, to find out what was going on. When the man had explained what happened, Reborn was gone.

Squalo knew Reborn was approaching long before the man appeared. His flames practically christened his steps. Squalo had promised to let no one less than God through the doors leading to the Vongola Brothers' wing. But Reborn was close.

"Let me through, Boy." Reborn purred. "Don't make me test you. You're good for Xanxus."

Squalo squared up, supressing the shiver wracking his boys. His eyes were steady, a blue ring forming around his pupil. "I can't, sir." He pushed out. "Your flames are too wild. You'll kill the kid."

Reborn froze, his pupils dilating as he surveyed the twelve-year old trying to hold up against him. "How bad, exactly, were they, child?"

Squalo swallowed, but was prepared. The mansion's common areas were covered in cameras, not private sectors like the living ring or private rooms, but luckily for Squalo, all the drama that had gone down two weeks ago happened in a common room on a common flood. He pulled a tablet from behind him, and quickly opened the footage. The video was four hours long, but Squalo let Reborn view it as he needed, for however long he needed, and as many times as needed. It served as a distraction, and every minute Tsuna wasn't bombarded by flames, the better for the kid.

After fifteen minutes of silence, Reborn's eyes, dilated, furious, and dyed yellow as his flames met Squalo's. "How long did it take for them to get this bad?" His voice was deep, grave with emotion.

"As far as I know, less than 3 days without any flame contact."

Squalo mused, as Reborn cussed himself out, even Xanxus would have learned some new words had he been listening. But as soon as Reborn stopped speaking, his flame signature all but disappeared and he raised an eyebrow expectantly.

Squalo stepped aside quickly, and Reborn swept into the muggy, hot rooms.

Who was Squalo to stop a God from seeing his boy, after all?

x

Reborn didn't bother knocking. He simply entered the room with a swiftly opening of the door. The brothers flinched and Xanxus just about tried to take Reborn's throat out with his teeth before the hitman had his arm behind his back. "Not so fast you little beast."

Reborn's voice was thick with emotion, and it made Federico and Massimo bristle. Though they counted Reborn as a friend, it was Enrico who knew most about the man. So for the two men to hear emotion from the man they viewed as a god, as well as an assassin, it set them reeling. Reborn's eyes hadn't left the limp form of Tsuna sitting against Enrico's chest. It was testament to how bad Tsuna still looked, and the Vongola Brothers shivered, thinking about how Reborn would have reacted even a week ago when Tsuna looked like he was dead.

Enrico though, with his knowing eyes, and understanding, smiled a little, just a quirk of his lips on his stern face. He got up from the bed, holding Tsuna tightly, and motioned for his brothers to stand. They all gathered around Enrico, Xanxus pulling from Reborn's slack grip. "He is fine, Reborn." Enrico explained softly, moving forward to hand Tsuna over.

"Fratel-!" Enrico silenced Federico with a glare.

"He is stable enough now that having Reborn, his Zio, around won't harm him. Besides more sun flames won't hurt." With that, Enrico gestured for his brothers to leave, and though they were reluctant –feeling their Hyper Intuition like hyper-sensitive skin –Enrico was solid in his conviction and left no room for argument. "Go grab some food, and a shower, boys. Tsuna will not be going anywhere while you take care of yourselves."

Only once everyone except Enrico was gone did Reborn move from his stiff hold of Tsuna. He pulled Tsuna close so that the child was plastered against his chest, his face against Reborn's neck where he could feel his child breathing in the line of his whole body. Reborn pressed his face to Tsuna's hair, breathing deeply, and not letting the shake in his breathing be shown in his shoulders. Tsuna even smelt sick.

Enrico frowned, wondering for a moment about how very special Tsuna was, and would be in the future. To make an Assassin cry, and to allow Enrico to see it, what wonder his boy would bring to the Mafia, and to Vongola. His eyes narrowed. After all, Tsuna had whispered of sin while he slept, and of destroying all that would harm his family. Shaking his head, Enrico gripped Reborn's shoulder before sweeping out of the room. "Take your time, Reborn. I'll keep my brothers out of here while you readjust your bonds. Keep your flames present, and when he starts responding, you can make a judgement on how much to let out." Before closing the door, Enrico paused. "He's alright, Reborn, he's alive."

Reborn just held Tsuna tighter when Enrico's last words washed over him.

"You couldn't have known that this would happen, Reborn. We are skies and we didn't know."

When he was finally alone, Reborn took a seat against the corner of the room, in a plush arm-chair with his back to the wall, one arm keeping Tsuna tight to his chest, and the other on his gun. His eyes were vivid, glowing yellow in the dark room. His flames bounced and faded, pulling Tsuna's awareness and keeping the boy warm and settled. Reborn did not move, except for the hand holding Tsuna, rubbing warm circles of Sun flame into his body.

Reborn didn't move.

He didn't relax.

Not until Tsuna shifted, orange eyes blinking open and smiling. "Welcome home, Zio."

"Well," Federico started. "How about we do something different?"

Tsuna paused with his fork half way to his mouth, eyes narrowing slightly as he gently placed it down. His eyes flickered to Hayato, who had put his glasses down to look at Federico. "Does Reborn know?"

Federico laughed, eyes tearing up. "He suggested it actually. Since you two are feeling better, he figured you should go visit Mukuro today."

Tsuna brightened instantly, "Really? Hayato hasn't met Mukuro yet!"

Which was true for the most part. While everything was going wrong, Tsuna had told Hayato all about Mukuro, and Mukuro had found his way into Hayato's mind one night to introduce himself, and talk to Hayato about what it meant for them to be Tsuna's only guardians. Mukuro hadn't contacted either Tsuna or Hayato since the flame incident though, and Hayato knew how worried that made the brunet. Mukuro was already weak, being in Vindice, so to go visit him would relieve the young sky.

"Okay, Reborn will be coming with us, since he and I still need to discuss the terms of Mukuro's release." Federico sighed, even as the last part of his sentence was muttered more to himself.

Tsuna frowned then. "When is he coming home, Papa?" his voice quiet. "He should be home with us now, not alone."

Federico frowned, forgetting for a moment that Tsuna was 4 and his guardians were away from him. "Soon, little lion, soon. We're working hard to get him out, but for now, is visiting him enough?"

It wasn't. Tsuna frowned. It was not enough and it made him so mad that his Papa thought that it was okay. But Hayato shifted and Tsuna met his eyes, calming down a bit. Hayato would rage for him. Right now though, Tsuna was worried about Mukuro. The strain of the last two weeks couldn't have been easy on the mist.

An hour later, Hayato, Tsuna, Federico, and Reborn were in a car and driving towards Vindice's Italian base. They had prisons all around the world. Their largest was in the northern reaches of Italy, where the group of four were heading to now. It was a long journey, a good four hours, and they needed to stop multiple times for the boys to stretch and eat, but it was good to see them running together and laughing despite where they were going.

"Now you boys remember the rules of this place?" Reborn asked, they were sitting at a park bench. Reborn was enjoying his way through some lovely rural coffee while Federico ate some fruit and dished it out to the boys.

Usually they would have brought all sorts of guards and house staff with them on such a journey, but besides the driver, it was just the four of them. It was lucky that Vindice would allow this many inside when visiting a prisoner, but given Tsuna's status as a minor, and Hayato's, they were allowed a guide each. Hayato was allowed into Vindice because of his guardian status.

Tsuna nodded as he munched on some baked oatmeal, and Hayato agreed. "Yes Reborn. We're allowed to stay in Mukuro's area, but we can't leave." Which was true, and Reborn nodded. "And we're to stay in the room even if you and Enrico have to leave to talk to the boss."

With that agreed, the group made their way to the Vindice.

It towered into the mountains, impenetrable, inescapable. Surrounded on all sides by stone, the castle was beautiful. It was the lower depths that were really horrifying. Fortified by bedrock, the castle and prison were said to be built in the early 14th century, but no one could know for sure. The Vindice's presence made it difficult to really take time to judge and explore.

Their car stopped at the castle doors, only parking when they were safely inside. Theirs was not the only car, though there were only two others. Not surprising really. Usually famiglia preferred to take a hands-off policy with their prisoners, and it was rare that you got visitation with a prisoner the Vindice had picked up themselves. The upper floors were for elements and famiglia members that were dangerous or broke house rules, but were still useful. The further down you went, the more violent the prisoners became. Some were traitors, some were murderers. Most had broken Omérta or some other ancient law. You also had the diseased, those with illnesses or bodies built from illegal experimentation that were now Vindice's property. Vindice, while not known for more than their law-and-order movements, were technologically advanced and liked to keep on top of disease and body modification.

Mukuro was a bit of everything. Picked up by the Vindice after the Estraneo had been destroyed and put on lock-down because of the experimentation he underwent. He was technically a dangerous criminal, a murderer. Tsuna knew all this, but still insisted that Vongola make official channels to bring Mukuro up from the depths of the hell, and into the 'useful but dangerous elements' section of the prison.

He couldn't come home yet, because Vindice didn't want to lose an asset, but even they would not go back on their own law and disallow a Sky their right to see their element. Tsuna wrinkled his nose. "I don't own my guardians." It was the only thing allowing them even this much leeway with the brutal guards of mafia law.

Tsuna had been to the prison, and to visit Mukuro three times. Though he only actually got to see Mukuro twice, the first visit was to confirm that Tsuna was who he said he was, and that he and Mukuro actually had a guardian bond. That had been an awful experience, but Tsuna had toughed through it.

Tsuna didn't even bother waiting for Federico and Reborn after they signed in. Tsuna knew where Mukuro's room was, and these upper floors were nothing like the dreams that had plagued Tsuna those months ago. He was glad Mukuro didn't have to experience that anymore either. The upper floors of the prison were set more like a prison and hospital combined. Doors were still locked, and there were cameras and plastic windows that looked into rooms, but it was much nicer.

"Come on, Hayato." Tsuna chirped, grabbing Hayato's hand. "You need to meet your fellow guardian."

Though Reborn and Federico had a scan pass, Tsuna's flames by themselves acted as an access to Mukuro's room. Tsuna ignored the stern guards, and scary nurse-like people that hovered around, letting Hayato snarl at them instead. Tsuna didn't have to rage now. He was protected. Instead, he let the door seal behind them. His Papa and Zio probably wouldn't come in, and would instead drop off their snacks and drinks inside the door before heading to talk to the head of Vindice, whoever that was. Reborn might stay though, for safety.

"Good morning Mukuro!" Tsuna sang, standing right up to the glass and pressing a sloppy kiss onto the warm surface. "I brought Haya to finally meet you."

Hayato could only smile at Tsuna, talking to Mukuro as if the boy – behind some seriously thick glass and under water – could hear him.

"Kufufuf, good afternoon, Tsunayoshi. I'm glad you're here."

Hayato's eyes widened as the voice brushed the space. It felt like half the voice was in his mind, and another half like it was travelling over the flames that joined Tsuna to his guardians.

"Kufufufu, and good afternoon to you too, Hayato Gokudera. It's a pleasure to finally meet Tsuna's lap dog."

"Oi! You bastard, take that back! I'm no lapdog! I'm Tsuna's storm guardian!"

"He's not yours to keep!" Federico's voice snarled as he sat before the great desk of the Vindice boss. The man was shrouded in darkness, despite how bright the office space was. He was hulking, dressed in a Victorian cloak as if it were the norm.

"He is still ours. Your deals are unsatisfactory." The voice came from everywhere, without echo. "Besides, you are not the one who owns the boy. Your bastard child is."

Federico bristled, and if it weren't for the fact that he was a trained boss-heir, he would have let his flames go wild. "My son is a minor. He is barely old enough to be on the official heir register. He cannot make deals for himself."

"Then you see why this is a moot point."

Federico felt his flames overlap with his brothers, and touched on Tsuna's joy. It settled him and made his red eyes shift to swirling orange for a moment. "Moot point it may be, but you are wounding a sky-heir before he has been declared. This puts him squarely out of your jurisdiction as his actions are not his own. Surely this break of your own laws means that exceptions can be made."

"You are playing with fire. No harm has come to the boy because of his elements imprisonment." The voice was furious though it rose to be no louder than before. But Federico felt smug, knowing he had incited emotion from the being who called himself the ferryman.

Something was tickling Tsuna's intuition.

Hayato and Mukuro were still arguing, getting to know each other and the limits of their fellow, but Tsuna wasn't really paying attention. He stood up, and moved towards the door. Reborn was standing there, talking to some of the guards about Mukuro and his behaviour. Tsuna thought this more than odd. Mukuro was in a water tank. He couldn't misbehave even if he wanted to.

So, not wanting to disturb Reborn's information gathering, and remembering that he couldn't get in trouble for listening to his intuition, Tsuna took off into the depths of Vindice, hoping to get some answers.

And maybe he would meet the man who could release Mukuro to him!

Sometime later, Hayato turned to ask Tsuna for an opinion, only to find the room empty.

"Oi, long-haired Sam!" Hayato hissed.

Mukuro scowled at the boy, disliking the name and how common it was entirely. "What can I do for you, oh great roaring puppy?"

"Where did Tsuna go?"

Mukuro was silent for a moment, shock evident on his face, even as hidden behind machinery as it was. "I believe he snuck out, under illusion."

Hayato snorted, because Tsuna wasn't an illusionist, nor was he a multi-flame. He couldn't be hidden in an illusion. Except when he told Mukuro just that, the boy's voice was a little bit scared, and very contemplative.

"I may have had a hand in this."

But it wasn't entirely Mukuro's fault. The child was a prodigy without instruction. He was so full of mist flames, and potential that often he didn't realise what he was doing with them until after the fact. When Tsuna and Hayato had entered the room, they had been immediately put under Mukuro's illusion of quiet. He didn't want the staff knowing what they spoke of, or that Mukuro could communicate at all. He certainly didn't want his sky taken away because Mukuro and Hayato got into an argument.

So when Tsuna had snuck off, neither noticed, and Mukuro certainly didn't shift or change, because he could still feel Tsuna under the protection of his illusion. It was as if the boy were here.

"I think we should get Reborn."

Tsuna spun around, terror squeezing him when he realised that he was not in an area he recognized.

"What are you doing here child?" The voice was dark. It was echoless, and dead in the air. Tsuna flinched, feeling his chest tighten, but at the same time, he felt the core of his flames flare out, glittering in the air so only Tsuna could see the shapes and hints formed in the flames.

"I was visiting my Mist." he whispered, not sure as to why. "I got lost."

"You do not belong here." The voice spoke, dark, dangerous.

"Neither does my mist," Tsuna snapped. "But he's still here."

"You do not belong here." Tsuna sighed.

"Then take me back to him!" Tsuna was scared, and his voice came out brassy.

Silence formed, and somehow, though the person's voice didn't echo, the silence did. But soon a form appeared, tall and wide. Covered in black, the man's green eyes glowed for a second before the shadow of his hat hid all features.

Bermuda, on his part, was curious. The child feared as he should, but not Bermuda personally. The child feared being away from his elements, and being lost. Feared reprimand more than the Vindice. He was more curious still of the scars glittering on the child's face. Dying will flame scars, so rare in young children, especially flame actives.

There was a scream to the left and Tsuna's eyes flashed orange as he fought his instincts to scream too. He took a half step away from the doors, eyes flickering to Bermuda.

"I am Bermuda." the man explained, voice still dark and un-echoing.

And like all times before, Tsuna's dying will took over, solidifying his eyes and making his heart calm. "I am Tsunayoshi Sawada, di Vongola. Heir to the Vongola throne."

The screaming continued, and Bermuda snapped at his guards to deal with it. What was deranged, confused screaming at first, quickly descended into terror as Tsuna watched with growing sadness. "Why are you so rough with them?"

"They are the filth of the mafia." Bermuda explained, internally rejoicing. It was best to fill the mafia with fear of the Vindice early. If he could instill the heir with fear now, it would make Bermuda's life easier. He would have a pawn and no challenge when the child grew and took his throne and cornet.

"They deserve trial." Tsuna replied, eyes darkening. Not cowering like Bermuda had assumed he would. "They are your prisoners, not your right."

"They are mine. Their sins are mine."

"Their sin is their own!" Tsuna growled, memories of Giotto and his shame filling him. "Their sins are their own to deal with, and their families to cleanse."

"You know nothing of sin, boy!"

Tsuna was silent, flames sparkling. "I know of my duty."

The silence sounded more like rushing water.

"What do you know of Vongola Sin?"

Tsuna smiled softly, and his flames flooded the area, bolstered now and healed again, ready to be free, ready to prove himself. "I know I am Giotto's heir,"

Tsuna blinked up at Bermuda, eyes widening and tears threatening to overflow as his sky flames died down. Brown eyes blinked up at Bermuda, breathless. "If you promise, then I want to go home right now."

"Then let us leave here. You are trespassing."

This found Tsuna, walking through Vindice, hand in hand with Bermuda. The image struck fear into all who witnessed it, particularly the Vindice whom wondered over the ferocity of the child, for he held Bermuda with no shakes or seeming any fear.

Reborn was blistering as he clutched Hayato to his side. The child was beside himself, but his face was stern. He believed in Tsuna and he could feel the delight in Tsuna's flames. Nothing was wrong, of that he was sure.

Federico too had just returned and was trying to assess the situation without alerting the Vindice staff that they had a child loose in the castle. If anything it would to get them kicked out or imprisoned if the Vindice decided that Tsuna was trying to free Mukuro without a deal struck.

"Fuck."

Federico was about to reprimand his brother's friend for swearing around Hayato. The boy was five and was already swearing. He didn't need to be encouraged, but his red eyes quickly found what Reborn had seen.

Bermuda was sweeping around the corner, holding Tsuna's wrist as the child trotted to keep up with the man. Upon seeing Federico and Reborn, a smile broke across his face. "Papa, Zio!" He bolted to Federico, throwing himself into the man's waiting arms and snuggling close. Bermuda had just released him easily. "You'll never guess what!"

Reborn took a half step forward, shielding Hayato and Federico. "We'll talk later, Tsuna."

The boy cowered a little. "I didn't do anything wrong, Reborn. My intuition." he whispered the last bit, and Reborn and Federico stiffened, uneasy by what that could mean. Tsuna's intuition was uncharacteristically potent, and he was a little too quick to follow it sometimes.

Reborn didn't answer his boy, and instead met Bermuda's eyes. He couldn't interfere. As an Arcobaleno, there were histories involved that meant Reborn could do very little here and now. "He didn't mean to wander."

"That is beside the point."

Federico bristled. "He is too young to be charged with wandering, you won't take him." Everyone ignored Hayato and Tsuna's suddenly panicked words about how that wouldn't happen and to listen. Tensions were too high.

"I am simply here to return your bastard child, and to start motions."

"What do you mean?" Federico snarled, "You are not arresting him."

Bermuda swept past them and into the room. The men followed, panicked. Bermuda swept to the controls and placed his ring upon the machine. Almost immediately, Mukuro's tube filled with bubbles as water drained. Nurses and guards swept into the room, pulling wires and injecting Mukuro with various substances. It all happened so fast that no one could have tried to stop it.

"I am simply here to fulfil my bargain."

"But you didn't accept my deals!"

If it were possible to see Bermuda's face, they would see he was smirking. As it was, the smugness sounded in his deadpan voice. "Not yours, no. But your heir has signed a contract with me, and his guardian is now in his custody."

Both Reborn and Federico snarled until Bermuda's presence pressured them. "He is too young to make contracts! You can't possibly hold him to what he has agreed. He is four."

"It is done, and he has proven to be sound enough to make the deal. So it is done." Bermuda swept out of the room, little care given to the wailing alarms and machines hooked up to Mukuro's limp body. "Get this creature out of my sight. I have released him, but he now falls under mafia law again."

"It is all okay, Papa. Mukuro gets to come home now!" Of course, this did nothing to settle Federico, or Reborn. But it was done now, and both could do nothing but prepare Tsuna for whatever ends he had dug himself into.

An hour later, Federico had all of Mukuro's files, medical or otherwise, as well as a deed signing him into Tsuna's custody. The boy had a long road to recovery, but simply being bathed in the sun and sky flames given off by Tsuna and the two adult men made him seem at least a little less sallow.

As they strode out of Vindice, Tsuna leaned out of Federico's arms, pulling himself towards the stretcher that Mukuro was lying on. He pressed his lips to Mukuro's forehead in childish love. "Welcome home, Mukuro." As he did this, his flames washed the boy and his eyes fluttered open. "Show me all illusions." he whispered.

Mukuro smiled weakly, the light hurting his eyes, and the air smelling far too sharp. "Kufufu, you are far too compassionate, but you would be since you belong in a place only skies can go."

And there you have it. Mukuro and Hayato are home, the boys are safe. They can finally relax. But next chapter will likely be the CLIMAX of this ARC! Can you believe it?!"

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