A/N: READ. THANKS. ALOHA. It's been a while, hasn't it? :) I missed everyone and yes, studies have been a real frigid bitch. Anyway, I present to you another long chapter. Also, could everyone, who is so hung up on the time frame, to please just get over it already? Some people are so critical about the four hundred year time of the first Vongola. Yes, a lot of people have realized that the time frame seemed so unfit and kind of impossible. However, please don't look down on the authors who adopt the idea of four hundred years.
Even though I'm doubtful, I still went along with the four hundred time frame though my theme is of the Victorian Era. So let's just enjoy reading each other's fics and stop comparing, ok? It doesn't matter if it's one, two, three, or four hundred years in the past. Also, I believe that the what the great Amano Akira had in mind was that of the years each leader would reign. If I'm correct, it's something like since 10 generations had past, she took into consideration at least thirty years of servitude for every Vongola boss. Anyway, thanks for reading this everyone. Good day! :)
Note: Will reply to reviews at Chapter 13 :) also, thanks to gracefulsunshine, my ever trustee beta reader. On time and just amazing as always. Also, she has a great voice, darn, make more covers for me, please? Haha :)
Fact: Did you know that in one country, a boy spends a decade with a male mentor performing fellatio as a rite of passage to manhood? -Haha, surprised? Believe it!
"U-Uhm, G-Giotto?" Said blond turned to him, a smile splayed across his lips. Tsuna hesitantly smiled back.
"Yes, Tsuna?" The brunet raised his hands and Giotto understood immediately. "You need to wear that for time being. Until we arrive at the tavern at least—ah no, you have to wear that until we go back to our room."
Tsuna sighed as soon as Giotto turned away. He looked down and examined his cloak, which took on the color of freshly piled snow. Why did he have to wear such constricting clothes? It was unfair. He could barely see beyond the cloak masking his face. Tsuna turned to his predecessors and saw them freely conversing with the townspeople. He'd been given rather strange looks since they started walking around.
Well, who wouldn't? Out of the four of them, Tsuna was the only one wearing a cloak. He looked so out of place in this humbly town they've decided to rest in. He stared at Giotto's back for a second more, before sighing dejectedly.
Fact of the matter was that they all looked so out of place in this town. With Giotto's pristine suit and his Guardian's crisp clothing, they stood out from the crowd. That,and their cursed good looks didn't help. Tsuna sighed once again, as they passed a group of young women.
"Hey, hey! Look over here! Gold'n man!"
"What handsome lads, you think they'd visit our store later?"
"Who are they? They're not from around here…y' know them?"
"Who's the little lady? And why would one wear a cloak in this heat? Is she insane?"
"Does she not have morals? Travelling with men proves that she's a strumpet!"
Tsuna cringed, hearing the last of the gossip. Why did he have to endure all this? It wouldn't be too much trouble if he did remove the wretched cloak, right? Thinking this, he shook his head quickly. On second thought, he mustn't, lest Giotto did something drastic; he doesn't want to risk it.
He saw how ruthless his predecessor could be when angry at his Guardians. For a mere guest with no supposed background, the brunet could only think the worst. He also begrudgingly promised to not to remove said cloak until Giotto allowed him to do so.
"We will scout around town and gather information before we meet Bromio at the tavern. He will brief us of the earlier events that have occurred at the Northern district of Novara," Giotto paused, turning a page of the file in his hands.
"From the reports G have compiled, we would need to visit Bellinzago of Novara, then Ceres of Turin, where we will rendezvous with Pietro. The Vastil Famiglia are expecting us about six days from now, which is ample enough time to survey the other towns that need our attention. We'll leave in half an hour's time." Asari and Knuckle nodded obediently while Tsuna sat at the bed, watching them silently.
"I'll see you at the lobby, Asari, Knuckle."
They waved at Tsuna before closing the door, leaving him alone with Giotto. Just like before, he'd have to share a room with his predecessor again. It was met with futile resistance in his part, but Giotto didn't allow him to reside in another room. His injuries weren't fully healed yet, the blond had said. If that's so, shouldn't he be sleeping in Knuckle's room? Uttering his query only spurred the Giotto's adamant request of Tsuna sleeping with him.
"Tsuna." His musings came to a halt and he turned to Primo, his gaze questioning.
"Yes?" He watched Giotto drink his tea, waiting for him to answer him.
"You remember the cloak I gave you this morning, yes?" The brunet nodded mutely. Giotto smiled as he stood from his seat, before approaching him on the bed. He kneeled on one knee before him and Tsuna tried not to move back. Primo really didn't have a sense of personal space, did he?
"While we scout the town, you will have to wear that, alright?" Brown irises widened for a moment. Did Giotto expect him to wear that thick cloak in this heat?
"But Giotto, it's hot outside…" Tsuna frowned, showing his displeasure while Giotto only smiled at him—that ever damned smiled of his that should be made illegal.
"If you don't wear it, you wouldn't be allowed to go with us. Would you like that?" He tried to calm himself down. Tsuna could feel it, somehow. His predecessor had been doing that a lot lately. Why did he have to treat him like a kid? He was twenty years old, for goodness' sake!
"B-But, I want to go…"
Giotto's smile widened, as if the blond was taunting him. "Then, you will wear it, alright?"
Brown eyes clashed with sky blue ones, and after what seemed like hours—when it was only seconds—Tsuna conceded, as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
"Fine," he mumbled quietly. Tsuna felt a hand on his cheek, and he looked up, only to see Giotto's face a few inches from his own. His cheeks bloomed red, while inwardly he was cussing for all he was worth.
Even after so long in the blond's presence, he was unable to get used to it. That strange anxiety and listless emotions all blending into one had him feeling restless all the time. And until now, he was still unable to identify what they were. Fear? No. Hate? Never. Respect? Maybe. He was still confused. It was neither good nor bad, but he was still doubtful.
"Tsuna…promise that you will not remove your cloak until I allow you to do so." In all honesty, Tsuna couldn't understand. Why was Giotto so adamant about him wearing the cloak? Did he have that ugly of a face? Last time he checked, he looked every bit a male with moderately acceptable looks. And as a woman….he won't even go there.
But as his predecessor stared at him, he looked as serious as he always was, when discussing missions and giving out orders. Giotto's eyes showed not a hint of mirth the brunet usually saw behind those depths, and Tsuna could only nod. How could he even think about disobeying him? Giotto was Vongola Primo and he was Decimo. See? Giotto was first while he was last, and Reborn would have his carcass on a pike if he found out that he had given Primo a hard time. With a look of defeat, he uttered two words, "I promise."
Now, he was stuck with this heavy cloak enclosing his heated body. The sun was glaring harshly, and the dry winds didn't help in cooling his body down. They had been walking around for about an hour now, just observing the countless stores that greeted their eyes. Well, that was what Tsuna had been doing though. His predecessors, however, have been conversing with countless individuals about the sudden rise in raids among other towns.
It's not as if he wasn't concerned too, if the First Generation Vongola Famiglia saw these attacks as threats, then, the same went for him. His eyes flashed for a second—his protective instinct surfacing—before Tsuna stopped in his tracks. A tug on his cloak and he looked down. Doe grey eyes stared at him and he could only smile in return—not that the child could see it. His face was mostly covered by the cloak.
"Lady, why is your face covered?" Tsuna crouched down to the child's eye level, not minding the countless stares directed his way. After being stared at for so long, the attention was already something he had gotten used to, no matter its unpleasantness. The child stared at him curiously, his large, round eyes sparkling with interest. Somehow, it reminded the brunet of Lambo when candy was presented to him. Tsuna's eyes softened, he really did miss his guardians, didn't he? I wish to see all of you again. He raised his right hand and ruffled the child's shaggy hair.
"It's hot, you see, and my skin is very sensitive to the sun." Well, his skin wasn't that sensitive to UV rays and sunlight, for that matter. His beloved predecessor just wanted to give him a hard time. Tsuna knew Giotto wouldn't make him do something for no reason, but his stubbornness was surfacing again. The cloak combined with the heat was extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh…" The boy paused, seemingly processing his words before beaming back at him. "My sister was saying how ugly you look, but your clothes are too pretty! You can't look ugly!" he exclaimed with such joy and conviction that Tsuna couldn't help but laugh in return. He leaned forward, whispered, then moved back and smiled when he saw the boy's face alight with joy.
"Really?" Large, grey eyes looked up at him and Tsuna could only nod.
"Don't tell anyone else, ok?" The boy nodded excitedly. With that, the brunet raised his hands. Latching on the ends of the cloak covering his face, he lifted the cloth, just so his face was visible. The child's mouth opened in awe and his eyes sparkled with delight.
"Pretty…" Tsuna chuckled to himself. Well, he didn't like being complimented that way, but coming from this child, he knew that it was sincere. Covering his face once again, he ruffled the shaggy mane before standing upright.
"Thank you. I need to go now, so keep this a secret, ok?" The boy nodded once again before waving at him, his features portraying how happy he was. He waved back before continuing on his way. The brunet walked forward, only to stop abruptly having just realized one thing. Where are they?
Realization dawned on him and Tsuna looked around him frantically, his eyes darting from one street to another. Shit! Out of all the times he could've been lost, why now? He groaned lowly to himself. Ugh. This is just not my day. But he was sure of one thing though.
"Giotto will murder me."
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"For the last time, could you fucking leave me alone?" G growled out, his glare piercing and deadly, yet Daemon only chuckled to himself.
"Oya? Impatient, aren't we, G?" An eyebrow twitched in irritation, and if he wasn't doing paper work, he would kill Daemon, then and there. He sighed heavily. Why the hell was Daemon here again? Ah yes, he was bored, he said, since the Estancia Famiglia wasn't doing anything as of the moment.
G felt a vein on his forehead twitch. The annoying illusionist should have been doing what he was supposed to do. However, since Giotto wasn't here, he had the audacity to think he could do whatever he wanted. Damn you to hell.
"If the Estancia Famiglia suddenly retaliates, I'll have your head, damned illusionist." G bit out his words, his irritation already reaching its peak. Who wouldn't be irritated? The irritating pest of an illusionist had been in his study for god knows how long, taunting him and just being damn right annoying.
He was doing paperwork for goodness sake! And paperwork was the most abhorred thing on the planet. Even Giotto seemed to think so, if his evasion of the damned things were any indication, then he was absolutely right.
"Nufufu. They wouldn't be able to lift a finger without my knowledge, G." The red-haired man could swear he heard something snap; the next thing he knew, he was standing from his seat. He glared at the indigo-haired man who was currently splayed across his couch.
"Get the hell out or I will make you!" Daemon laughed and he glared harder. G knew it, he always had, actually, that the there was something wrong in that Mist Guardian's puny brain. He could only wonder as the days passed, why the hell did Giotto have to take someone like him? It was beyond him but on second thought, Giotto was the strangest of them all.
"If you always let your emotions override your judgment, you'll die early, G."
Said man heaved a breath before slamming his hands down on the table. "That's it! You will die today, comrades be damned!" He shouted, pulling his gun out of its holder behind his belt. Daemon was already on his feet, his scepter in his hands. The Mist Guardian smirked in satisfaction; this was what he was waiting for.
Investigating on a mafia famiglia not within the Vongola's league wasn't his cup of tea. His interest on his mission faded as soon as he found out what they were planning. It was quite amusing actually—that a low-grade family would want to destroy the mafia world. It was just impossible and he would make sure that it stayed that way.
"Make sure you are ready for this, G." The redhead head tsked in irritation, his hold on his gun tightening, before pointing it directly at Daemon's head. This man, he swore, was the most irritating man he's ever met, and had the misfortune of actually knowing.
Once Giotto gets back, he'll hear an earful from him and dump a week's worth of paperwork on his desk. A smirk graced G's lips. Oh, he was so going to have fun making that 'boss' of his suffer. Maybe, locking Giotto's study from the outside won't be so bad an idea.
"Kufufu. The Vongola is so weak." A husky and taunting voice seemingly came out of nowhere, and G was instantly reminded of Daemon. An eyebrow rose in question. Was it Daemon? He looked to the side only to see Daemon glaring at thin air. Then, it would mean….
"Show yourselves, intruders!" G barked out, and from behind him, the wind blew frigidly. His scarlet eyes widened for a moment before looking back—backing away as he did. Three cloaked men stood before them, the windows wide open, and G could only stare at them in anger.
How were they able to get past the Vongola mansion's defenses? Not to mention, remain undetected for both Daemon and him to notice them only now. His gaze flitted to the side, and he saw the Mist Guardian's hands tightening on the scepter he was holding. The redhead turned back to the intruders. It seems that he and Daemon were on the same boat here.
"Why the hell are you here?" As the cloaked men stepped off the windowsill, G and Daemon stood their guard. The redhead felt inside him, his bow and arrows given by Giotto, and empowered by his flames—they were ready for him. He saw one of them step forward and he glared hard.
"Tsunayoshi—where is he?" Tsunayoshi? Who the hell was that? Another man stepped up, and G felt his anger boiling. The audacity of these people to just barge in here was testing his patience at the highest of levels.
"Where's Tsuna, kora?" Kora? What's that? And Tsuna? Scarlet irises widened momentarily before his eyes narrowed.
"What the hell do you want with Tsuna?" G demanded, the gun once pointed at Daemon, now pointed at the intruders. His anger now already at its peak, now he knew why Tsuna was in such a bad state when Giotto found him.
These people—he could feel it—were strong. They reeked of power, and something ominous he didn't want to identify. His eyes narrowed dangerously. They would have to go through him before they could touch the petite brunet. Well G had to admit; he was fond of Tsuna. Him, and all of Vongola, that is.
"Nufufu. And what would you want with the boy?" Daemon stepped in his line of vision and he kept quiet. G knew somehow that the illusionist was annoyed, and he could very well sympathize with him.
"Hmm…none of your business, however…." G felt himself shiver, his hairs standing on its end, and his form suddenly as rigid as a rock. Something sharp was pressed to his neck—cold and piercing. Daemon stared at him with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden appearance of the third cloaked man.
"You have three seconds to tell us about Tsunayoshi-kun's whereabouts."
G smirked, his eyes glinting in the light, unperturbed by his current predicament.
"And if I don't?"
A sudden sharp pain on his back had him doubling over, his back hunched over the floor as he writhed in pain. G desperately clawed at his throat. Can't breathe….
"Because if you don't, you'll die."
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"Where…." Tsuna trailed off as he looked around him. Multitudes of people walked by him, and no matter where he went, he could see no sign of any of his predecessors. He groaned to himself, his hand covering his face in frustration. He was so getting it from Giotto later on. If he was already so protective when he was by his side, what more now that he was away from Giotto's sight? Shit! Shit! Shit! Tsuna could only imagine what the blond would do to him later on.
Stopping on a store, brown eyes feasted on the countless bread presented before him. Tsuna let his right hand settle on his stomach. He was getting hungry and it had been hours since he last ate. Well, he usually ate little for breakfast, since Reborn was a sadist, and rarely let him eat for more than ten minutes. His habit of eating fast was his downfall for today.
They had been walking around town for who knows how long, and with his futile attempt at finding them was causing his energy to drop to dangerous levels. The unbearable weather and his cloak weren't helping either. Reaching inside his satchel, he fetched a few coins. Silver or gold didn't matter, he just wanted to eat and cure his famished state. Tsuna crouched down and pointed at a few rolls of bread.
"Excuse me, may I buy five of these, please?" His voice was gentle and cautious since his throat still hurt when used. For long would he be this vulnerable? He wondered.
The old woman attending to the store stared at him cautiously, her eyes telling him of her wariness. Tsuna couldn't blame her, though. Raids and thievery had been quite rampant, and she'd do well if she was careful. Well that and his cloak didn't help his situation.
"I ain't giving these for free, lass. Got em' coins?" Tsuna nodded briefly and the old woman stared at him for a minute more, before wrapping the rolls up. She reached her hand out, and he gladly dropped five gold coins in her wrinkled hand.
Tsuna smiled happily, his rolls were still steaming hot, perfect for his hungry stomach. However, he didn't notice that when the woman had given him the bread, her hands were slightly shaking. The brunet looked back and smiled, still oblivious to woman's shocked state.
"Thank you." He waved one last time, and she could only stare at her gold coins in silent awe. Two copper coins was the indicated price on her stall, but five gold coins? She shook her head in disbelief; never did she dream of ever owning gold coins. A tear dropped on her wrinkled hands. This would be more than enough for her sick granddaughter. She sniffed lightly. May God bless you, child…
Tsuna observed his bustling surroundings. He decided that while he ate, he would look for Giotto and the others. His curious eyes darted from one store to the other. Trinkets, clothing, and food were all being sold. He was at the market, he guessed. It was no wonder people continuously went past him. A smile suddenly graced his lips. This could be his one and only chance to enjoy his time at this town. Sure, he had been scouting the town along with the others, but they always avoided the busy streets.
They had only come here for business purposes. Tsuna knew that, but the burning curiosity and excitement fueled his desire to know more about this time period. The time where Giotto lived—the time where Primo reigned as Vongola's first boss. His smile turned a hue gentler and his eyes softened. He just wanted to know. He just really did, and he didn't know why. The brunet sighed before shaking his head. He'll find them later, for now… His eyes caught a sign and brown orbs lit up in delight. Perfect.
Following the influx of people, he squeezed through the crowd, and watched in silent awe at the attraction situated at the side of the road. A mini bazaar was being held, and how lucky he was that he could be there to attend it. Countless booths were lined up and Tsuna could only look on, wanting to buy different things. Maybe, souvenirs for his family? He stopped at a jewelry booth, his eyes stopping on a pair of red earrings, and was instantly reminded of Mukuro for some reason. Maybe because of his Vongola Gear? Without realizing, said earrings were in his hands, his fingers fingering the trinkets carefully.
"Those are rare, lad. I'd buy it if I were you." Startled, Tsuna looked up only to be met with a grinning face of a young man. The brunet smiled though, though it was barely seen under his cloak. A silver encrusted ring caught his eye and Byakuran flashed in his mind, and it took sheer will not to drop the ring. Tsuna sighed. What was wrong with him? Maybe they were committing another crime? He shook his head, that can't be possible now…can it?
For some reason, his link with his Guardians had become stronger ever since his fight with Enma and the others. The brunet didn't understand though, but he concluded it to be because of the Vongola Gears that had been bathed with Primo's blood.
Long before, the wills of the first Vongola lived inside the rings, and now that only one blood connected them, their link would inevitably become stronger. He would understand if it was Mukuro, however….why Byakuran? He bit his lower lip in uncertainty before shaking his head, ridding himself off his plaguing thoughts. He clenched his fists, debating before sighing in defeat. What's the harm anyway?
"I'd like to buy these, how much would they be?" Tsuna opened his hands letting the man see his preferred items.
"Ah, fine tastes indeed. fifty nickels would suffice." 5000, huh? Tsuna shrugged. It was a fine price; he knew from one glance that this jewelry was authentic. Reborn did teach him how to discern petty metal from the real thing. Fetching a silver coin from his pouch, he handed the owner the coin.
"Would this be enough?" he asked, unsurely and the owner could only nod. Tsuna smiled, before pocketing his items in one of the pockets in his satchel. Now then, where would he go next? Letting his feet carry him along, he abruptly stopped at a small diner.
"Hmm….I wonder what kinds of food they have…." He trailed off before opening the door. He walked in, not minding the stares and sat himself at the corner just near the counter and beside the window. Tsuna sighed in relief; it was much cooler here than outside, maybe he'd stay for a bit. On second thought, he couldn't. Giotto would be surely looking for him by now. He'd just have to stay for a while then.
"What can I get fer ya?" He looked up and saw the waitress staring at him expectedly.
"Do you have something cold and sweet?" An eyebrow rose in question, yet the girl didn't ask.
"Sur' we do—sorbet good fer ya?" Right, Italy was famous for its gelato and pasta. He nodded mutely and the girl jotted his order down.
"Fer yer drink?" Tsuna took only a moment to ponder before replying.
"Cold water, please." The waitress nodded before leaving to cater to others. He looked around the quaint shop. People of various ages littered about, enjoying their own free time. Tsuna stopped on a group, huddled close to the entrance and his eyes narrowed.
Some of them were red faced and fidgety, symptoms of what he hoped weren't what he thought. His eyes glanced at the counter before letting his gaze settled on them once again. He was right then, they were drunk. Tsuna sighed, why did he have a bad feeling about this?
Within minutes, his sorbet was served and he greedily stuffed himself with the cold treat. Tsuna sighed, relieved. The cloak really was taking a toll on his body. Why does he have to wear it again? Right, Giotto didn't even tell him but he already promised him. 'Promises are not meant to be broken,' said Reborn and he took it to heart. So far, he had never broken one, and he was not going to start now. Dropping a few coins on the table, he stood up and quickly exited the diner.
It would do best that he started looking for his predecessors. Walking down a few streets, he was back where he started. As much as he didn't want to admit, he was really bad at directions. The only way he got by is memorizing signs—which he was doing now. He was near the stall where he bought the rolls when he stopped abruptly. A crowd of people were gathered and a few shouts can be heard. Alarmed by this, Tsuna quickened his steps, his feet carrying him closer. He squeezed through the crowd, and watched the scene unfold before him.
"She must be an accomplice of the thieves!" A hysterical man accused as the old woman quivered on the ground. The brunet's eyes narrowed. What was happening?
"Calm down, sir. What makes you say so?" An officer, Tsuna assumed, asked; he also wondered why. The old lady seemed kind when he bought his rolls from her a while ago.
"Gold! I saw her bearing gold coins! None of us even own such a large sum! How could she—an old woman with no other means of income-obtain them?" He demanded and Tsuna clenched his fists. Were people that greedy for money that they had to accuse a defenseless, old woman? Sure, looks could be deceiving. However, he knew, she had no malicious intent. And more than that, he was the one who gave her those.
"P-Please! I got 'em from someone! I ain't stealin,' sir!" She desperately tried to defend her innocence, but he could see how everyone was doubtful of her. He shook his head; this behavior may have been caused by the raids, but it was still wrong. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Tsuna decided then and there that he would definitely catch the culprits.
Walking away from the crowd, he walked towards the quivering woman on the ground, ignoring the countless stares, and careless whispers sent his way. He held her hand and pulled her off the dirty pavement and stared at the accuser and officers.
"I gave her those coins in exchange for her bread. Is that a good enough an explanation for you?" His tone was hard and cold, causing the accuser to flinch before standing his guard. Tsuna stared in distaste. Fool.
"Then, you're one of the thieves then! So much money for measly bread? Ridiculous!" He scoffed and the brunet tried not to roll his eyes. Reborn always had told him that rolling one's eyes was undignified. The murmurs and doubts of the people watching them increased as they shouted at him. He felt the old woman beside him quiver and he clenched his fists.
"I'm a traveler and money is essential to my travels. My money was earned by viable means," Tsuna replied, but the man shook his head in disbelief.
"Ha! Flukes, I tell you, flukes! For all we know, he could be one of those raiding the town! Look at his clothes, made of silk—no wonder he's hiding his face!" The people murmured their agreement and Tsuna resisted the urge to bash the man in the face. How stupid could he be?
"Yeah! Capture him!"
"Officers, he's right! Arrest the thief!"
"Don't let him escape. For all we know, our town could be next!" Tsuna looked around helplessly, how could he even get out of this situation? A hand was suddenly on his shoulder, and he felt his whole body stiffen. How did this person get near him without him being able to sense him? The brunet felt his Hyper Intuition prickling, he could feel it somehow, this person was…he looked to the side and was met with a broad smile. Tsuna felt himself shiver in fright.
"G-Giotto…" Said man turned to him, his smile still in place, though his eyes told of a different story. Shit!
"Fancy seeing you here, Tsuna. We were wondering where you were, only to find you causing trouble for the people here." He said it so smoothly and monotonously that Tsuna feared for his life. He wanted to move back only to see Asari and Knuckle waving at him frantically, shaking their heads as they did so. It only meant one thing, 'Don't move an inch!' And so the brunet didn't move, though it took sheer will to do so, and smiled hesitantly.
"It's nice to see you, Giotto. Hahaha…." Tsuna laughed nervously, sweat forming on his forehead as Giotto squeezed his shoulder. It wasn't painful, but the brunet found himself flinching.
"You don't know how nice it is to see you, Tsuna…" Giotto suggestively trailed off and he could only laugh awkwardly. He could definitely feel it. He was doomed.
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"How do you think they're doing there?" Aria spoke quietly but he still heard it, nonetheless.
"Hohoho. It's starting to become interesting, let's just hope they do as was said." Talbot laughed to himself and she could only shake her head. Really, what would happen to them there? Yes, she knew that this day would inevitably come; however, what she can foresee in the past was limited. Her eyes flitted to Talbot's hunched form, before focusing on the monitors before them.
He was the only one who knew now. The only person who lived that time—the one who had to fulfill Primo's promise and Yuni's will. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath as she did so. She may not be able to fully see, but she can definitely feel it. It would start soon. The journey they have yet to know and will go through. She just hoped that everything would turn out well. Her hands tightened on the compact in her hand. In due time, Tsuna…. Her gaze settled on Tsuna's Guardians, and let a small smile lift the corner of her lips. Yes, in due time, indeed.
"Why don't you rest for a while, Reborn?" Dino asked, yet Reborn kept quiet, his fedora hat casting shadows over his face. It took the blond only a moment to realize, before he smiled in amusement. Such a stubborn man his former tutor was. Sighing, he sat himself beside the sleeping hitman, careful not to make sudden movements. Reborn would definitely shoot him if he knew something amiss. The Sun Arcobaleno was the greatest hitman in the world, after all.
He stared at the monitors—his focus disoriented, just like how he felt. Though he could hear the ongoing fights from his little brother's Guardians and the Varia, the tension in the air was still palpable. Everyone was worried—no—he shook his head at this, it was more of scared for their boss. They all knew how grave the situation was. With two criminals on the loose and their boss lost in another time, the Vongola Famiglia was at its most vulnerable.
The only one barely keeping them together was…his eyes glanced at Reborn and Dino sighed heavily. Aria was one hell of a woman. To be able to bait the exact people for this mission and to be ready for every single detail was amazing—albeit a little frightening. What he didn't understand though was him. He stared at Talbot through the reflection of the monitors, before averting his gaze. Why was he here? Something didn't add up, there was something amiss and for some reason, he had a feeling—it would be the most important piece of all.
He may not possess Tsuna's Hyper Intuition but he was known to be perceptive and sometimes, point-blank intuitive. Dino closed his eyes and leaned back. Talbot…another encounter with him was always something to be wary about. He only came at the most drastic times—like the time when the Vongola rings were destroyed. It had been seven years then, and to see him now of all times, seemed suspicious. It was as if it had been planned… He shook his head quickly, clearing his wayward thoughts. It couldn't be, could it?
"You're thinking too much, Bronco."
Dino stiffened for a second, his breath stuck in his throat before breathing out deeply. He had forgotten for a moment that Reborn could read minds. He had been careless.
"The fact that Talbot knew of this is already suspicious in itself. Aria…we know of her foresight, but Talbot isn't part of this. He isn't supposed to know—unless it's about something related to the rings." Reborn nodded in response, the only indication that he was listening. Dino stared at the ceiling, contemplating.
"What do you think, Reborn?" Dino heard the hitman shift in his seat.
"Thinking about this would only end up with more questions. Talbot is hiding something, and that's the only thing we're sure of." The blond sighed as silence prevailed once again. He stared at the ceiling, his expression grim. For now, this was the only thing they can do. The rest was up to them. The Vongola's existence was on the line here. The safety of this family lay in their hands and Tsuna's hands as well.
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"What the hell do you want?" G growled from the floor, his hands tied behind his back. Daemon sat ways from him, also glaring at the intruders, his hands unbound for he was less problematic than the First Vongola Storm Guardian was. Mukuro shook his head in disbelief. Really, were the Vongola this weak before? He leaned back on the wall, his eyes shining in barely concealed amusement.
"Kufufu, I believe we've already established the fact that we need information about Tsunayoshi's location?" Hetero-chromatic eyes stared at G's hunched form, not letting his gaze stray from his. They had already abandoned their cloaks long before this impromptu interrogation. It served no purpose within the confines of the mansion.
His eyes swept around the room, the layout of the Vongola mansion was almost the same, and moving around was easy as breathing. As much as he didn't want to be bothered by this mission, Tsunayoshi was his top priority. Many things would go unplanned if the lithe brunet wasn't found. G growled from his spot on the floor, forcing him to turn his attention to him.
"Like hell we'd tell you, bastards!" The redhead glared and Mukuro could only shake his head at the stubbornness of the man. He solely reminded him of a prissy Italian back at their time. The door opened and his attention shifted from G to Colonello who walked in, his bird on his shoulder.
"Tsuna and the others aren't here, kora!" He exclaimed, his brows furrowing in dissatisfaction. The blond turned to the irate Guardians, his stance that of a military man. Well, he was before and habits die hard, Mukuro guessed.
"Oi! Where's Tsuna and Primo?"
G's eyes widened, having realized one thing. "Who the hell are you? And how do you know about us?" he demanded, his flaring aura, combined with Daemon's own threatening aura, was simply overpowering. However, Colonello only shook it off. Truth be told, Reborn overpowered theirs when mad and being his comrade for years, it was a piece of cake. His blue eyes glanced to the side, recognizing the sudden presence in the room.
"We'll be the ones asking questions here, G-san." Said man stiffened hearing another voice behind him. Oh, how he hated that white-haired bastard and it seemed that said man shared the same sentiments. His almost-death a while ago proved that. If only G knew how Byakuran hated the Vongola. However, he didn't and the mauve eyed man took that as an advantage, a privilege even.
"I found something interesting in one room," Byakuran stated curtly, his tone implying something unpleasant. Mukuro quickly took notice, for it was the same tone he used, when he fought against him years ago—when he almost lost an eye.
"What is it, kora?" Byakuran walked around the fuming Storm Guardian on the floor, his steps deliberate and taunting. He kneeled on one knee before the redhead, his ever present smile on his face. G felt himself sick. For some reason, he really hated this man, and he gave him that unsettling feeling worse than Daemon.
"There are remnants of blood and glass shards scattered in one room, mind telling me whose is that?" At this, Mukuro and Colonello stilled, knowing the implication right away. Without intending to, both males had their weapons ready to be wielded, their eyes narrowing dangerously.
"T-That's none of your business!" G felt himself falter. How did he—how could he know? Almost all signs of Tsuna's traumatic experience were taken care of. No evidence should have remained. Absolutely nothing so how did he…?
"You see, G-san…" Byakuran trailed off, walking away from him, and approached Mukuro on the far side of the room. He whispered quietly, 'I could feel Sky flames in those shards.' Hetero-chromatic eyes widened before narrowing once again. Byakuran smirked to himself, before turning back to the dumbfounded Guardian.
"You don't have a choice. It's either we kill you, and burn this mansion down, or you tell us where Tsunayoshi-kun is. Your options are limited, you know." Byakuran smiled at them and G felt like he wanted too puke. Cobalt eyes closed and he stood from his seat.
"That boy's currently on a mission with Giotto," Daemon spoke, his tone tight and spiteful. As much as he wanted to retaliate and strike them down, there was something strange and ominous with these men. And for some reason, he felt that overpowering aura coming off them in waves.
It was unbearable and suffocating. He didn't want to risk a gamble as big as fighting them all at once. For now, he'll concede. He couldn't deny the fact that he was curious of their connection with that tamer of theirs. How could that fragile brunet be connected to these powerful people?
"Daemon Spade, you traitor!" G barked out, yet the illusionist only ignored him, as did everyone else.
"What mission, kora?" Colonello sat on a nearby chair, his attention wholly on Daemon.
"Countless raids and thievery from pirates and thieves have been reported from the provinces Novara and Turin." Daemon paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, noting how their focus was solely on him. Why were they so intent on that boy? "An allied family asked the Vongola to investigate. Giotto decided that the boy should come." Daemon finished and only a moment's silence prevailed before Byakuran spoke.
"You still didn't answer my question—whose blood was spilled in that room?" G stiffened, his countenance alert. Don't you dare, Daemon Spade!
"Nufufu; it was that boy's blood, who else? You probably knew that already." Daemon smirked condescendingly, and watched as the intruders stared at him, as if wanting to tear him apart. Silence reigned for a long time before Colonello decided to break the tension. The blond knew that if he didn't, the two brats he came with would definitely commit slaughter. Who could blame them when the man before them was annoying as hell?
"When are they coming back?"
"Two weeks, give or take. However, it depends on how smoothly the mission goes."
G swore that once he was out of these hellish binds that he'd give Daemon a beating of a lifetime. How dare he just give off information like that? It was just preposterous, not to mention idiotic. He gritted his teeth, trying to rein his anger.
"I see, then, we just have to wait for them to return. Oi, don't go off elsewhere, kora!" Mere nods answered him and Colonello nodded in return. They were being obedient for some reason. It was strange. An eyebrow rose in suspicion. He'd just have to keep a close eye on them.
Who knows what they'd do if they were let out on the loose here in the past? The blond watched them go, leaving him alone with the First Vongola Guardians. Stretching his stiff arms, he turned away. Maybe, he'd find a place where he could sleep. He walked towards the door only to stop abruptly. Daemon stood in his way.
"Who are you people to that boy?"
Colonello smirked confidently, his sharp features highlighted perfectly. It only took him a second to answer. "We are his family, kora!" Daemon stayed silent even as the blond man walked past him and out the room. He snapped his fingers and the ropes binding G's hands loosened. They stayed in silence before Daemon shook his head, a bitter smile gracing his lips. He finally understood one thing.
"To choose between Vongola and that boy, how ridiculous you are becoming, Giotto." He muttered quietly. Nontheless, G heard it.
"What in hell's name are you talking about, Daemon?" Said man only turned to him, his eyes glinting with barely concealed anger.
"You will know in time, G." The door closed behind him as he left leaving G sitting on the floor alone. A glare formed on his face, his scarlet eyes burning.
"If it was that easy to release me, why didn't he do it from the start?" G's eyes widened in realization. He stood quickly and went out the door.
"Come back here, Daemon Spade! You bastard! I'm not done with you!"
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"You know you should not be teasing Tsuna like that, Giotto." Asari's tone was full of reproach, and of course Giotto knew why. It wasn't his fault, really. It was just too amusing to see Tsuna so nervous and awkward.
"I apologize, Asari, but Tsuna needed to learn one way or another." Asari sighed and shook his head. Aside from being stubborn, Giotto was known for his sometimes distorted notions of amusement. It could even be likened to sadism at times, especially when he was angry. Definitely when angry. His gaze settled on the brunet's sleeping figure, peacefully resting while leaning on Giotto's shoulder. The Rain could only pity the young man for attracting his friend's attention.
"You still did not have to scare him like that. What if he starts avoiding you after this?" Giotto frowned. The simple thought of that happening was simply distasteful and unacceptable to him. With gentle hands, he brushed through Tsuna's thick brown locks. The brunet's gentle breathing relaxing him more than it should, and banished all unscrupulous thoughts in his mind.
"That would never happen—I will make sure of it. To pull away from me is unacceptable, Asari." The pure conviction in Giotto's voice had Asari sighing in defeat. Yes, it may be so that the Vongola Famiglia may be known for its diverse and eccentric members. However, only a few knew that among all the extraordinary members, Giotto was the most unique person. If he was to describe his 'boss,' it would be an absolute contradiction. A juxtaposition or an oxymoron.
His eyes softened and a gentle smile flitted across his lips. Asari watched as Giotto carefully lavished the sleeping brunet with attention. The swordsman knew that it had been so long since he had seen Giotto the way he was before. As one of his closest friends, Asari had seen Giotto's transition from the person he cherished as a friend to a boss he sorely respected. The vast change had him and G worried for him, and finally, their worries were confirmed for the past months.
Their boss may not be aware of it, but the slightest of changes in his behavior could easily be seen. Asari had watched him struggle—struggles born from being in the mafia. He knew Giotto well and he knew that all he wanted was to protect as much people as he could—his family, friends, and famiglia members alike.
However, sacrifices need to be made and as much as Giotto didn't want to, shedding blood had been a part of it. But now…as he watched him in the quietness of their carriage and bathed with the dim light of the moon, he could only sigh in relief. If even just for a while, he wished for Giotto to have peace of mind. Asari wanted both his friend and boss to be free from anything holding him down.
He leaned back on his seat, his gaze on Tsuna once again. How does he describe him? Tsuna was…how does he put it? As much as he didn't want to admit, Daemon was right. The lithe man was truly a tamer, an effortless one at that. To be able to easily soften their amours, and worm his way into their hardened hearts—truly, he was a sight to behold. He wouldn't deny his fondness for the brunet and for Giotto…his dark brown eyes glazed for a second before closing completely.
He hoped that it would turn out well, for he could definitely feel it. As a swordsman, his instincts were honed and sharpened to the point that it could be likened to an animal's defense mechanism. And right now his instincts were showing him signs of that one possibility. Giotto was already falling and by the way he was acting, his boss was falling fast and hard.
It wasn't as if he was opposed to the idea of two men being together though it was morally unacceptable. However, being in the mafia had already trained him to be open to all kinds of ideas. This type of issue seemed almost insignificant and more than that, no matter what Giotto did—he would stay by his side. He would protect him faithfully as his Rain Guardian. It hadn't changed since he first met his blond friend till the day he would take his last breath. It was an oath, a promise, and vow of eternal friendship.
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Aside from getting lost, meeting people, and winding himself in a whole load of trouble, he glanced at Giotto and sighed heavily, Tsuna could say the trip was fun. Though he had to face his predecessor's wrath in the form of silent treatments and more suffocating rules, the trip was, nevertheless, exciting. However, he had to be in Giotto's line of vision at all times, and never go alone anywhere without someone else with him.
And yes, even going to the bathroom, someone had to wait outside for him. The brunet almost had a heart attack when Giotto stated this particular rule. To have one's predecessor follow one in the bathroom was not a comforting thought. If anything it was absolutely traumatic. Asari seemed to sympathize with him and often offered that he be with him, instead. Tsuna sighed as he sat timidly to himself, carefully avoiding attention towards him more than he should have with his cloak.
As of now, they were currently sitting at Pietro's hideout, a makeshift meeting room for the Vastil and Vento Famiglias to discuss the current issues at hand. They arrived early at Ceres due to the fact that the trip to Bellinzago was uneventful, and nothing seemed to be out of place. Giotto saw fit that they travel to Ceres as soon as possible, and here they were. Tsuna looked up and listened carefully, silently analyzing the situation at hand. Reborn did teach him well, after all—to break down piece by piece of information until he saw the loophole in every puzzle.
"Most of the attacks were centered here, Pietro, do you have a lead as to why they're targeting this town in particular?" Said man leaned on his crossed fingers, his expression grim while Giotto's stayed indifferent. His composure was remarkable and Tsuna could only watch him in silent awe.
"No…we've assumed that this town wouldn't be along their path of possible towns for raids. However, two weeks ago—as you've seen outside—we were proven wrong. Three more raids happened over the week, and we're at a loss as to why they keep coming back here." Giotto nodded, indicating for the raven-haired man to continue and Pietro did.
"Our resources mostly have run out. Neither merchants nor our usual suppliers would help. They believed they'd be targeted too if they help the towns once attacked." Reaching for his cup, Giotto sipped his tea before settling the porcelain down on the table.
"Precautionary measures?" Pietro laid out a roll of paper showing a detailed map of the town, sketched in charcoal.
"For the past week, countless traps and alarms were posted around town. Even hidden passage ways were made to alert us of their arrival beforehand. However…." Pietro trailed off and Giotto understood immediately. Even with all their careful planning, the results were still the same.
"We have also ruled out the possibility of spies and the ones I've gathered today are all part of the Vastil Famiglia. They can all be trusted." Sky blue eyes swept around the room, about seven men were with Pietro meaning there were eleven of them in total, including him and the others.
"I see…That's a problem, indeed." Giotto stared at the map, analyzing the pathways and routes the pirates and thieves could have taken. Such a large mass of people would surely be seen easily, but their craftiness seemed to overshadow their plans.
If the situation wasn't so dire, he'd be applauding their wits and way of thinking. The blond could only assume that they had a leader for pirates and thieves this smart was unlikely. Mostly, their group was composed of fugitives and barbarians. They must have a very cunning leader, then.
"The problem isn't the lack of security, actually. The problem is the over security of the place." Giotto's eyes widened hearing Tsuna's soft voice penetrating the once silent room. He turned to him, surprised.
"What do you mean?" Reaching over the table, Tsuna pointed at the pathways all marked with an X, circling his index finger around them.
"The passage ways and the pathways opened up for the alarm systems and the traps, would give the pirates enough leeway to attack the town. There's no blockage, whatsoever." Everyone listened attentively as the cloaked man stood from his seat, and emphasized his point by drawing on the table before them.
"The townspeople have developed self-reliance on these alarms, so they've already ignored the possibility of unexpected raids. I believe the first path you should block is this—"Tsuna traced his finger over the path connecting to the edge of the town"—since it connects to the lake. From what I know, these types of basin lakes would have mole holes connecting to the sea. There's a possibility that these pirates pass through these holes, as they only need to dive for short periods of time after digging them out."
Giotto kept silent, as did everyone else, trying to digest the information Tsuna just presented to them. How was he able to come up with such a detailed plan in a short span of time? The brunet was clueless of the details of this mission and to be able to present this type of strategy…he could only stare at the brunet's cloaked figure in wonder.
"By blocking this, wouldn't the town be in short of water?" Pietro asked skeptically and the cloaked man just shook his head.
"No, there's a path just behind this inn—if you dig through this, water would be available to the town freely as the means of wells. If you analyze the intersections of these pathways, you'll see several other routes connected to the river. It's also the best course of action to close off the hidden passageways." An eyebrow rose in question and Pietro stared at the man questioningly.
"The hidden passageways help the townspeople move from one location to another in quick succession—it would help in capturing thieves faster."
"If there was a spy who knew of all these passages, you'd just be offering this town to these pirates and thieves. You have to crush all possibilities of an infiltration—no matter how unfavorable it would seem to the town." Tsuna knew this, there was something amiss ever since he stepped foot in this hideout of theirs. His Hyper Intuition was prickling him, as if warning him of something he couldn't get a hold of.
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He watched from the shadowed corners of the room, his gaze penetrating and solely fixated on the man dressed in a white cloak. Quick thinking and precise understanding of the situation—remarkable, indeed. Who was he? He knew everyone else with him, the blond male—Giotto or Vongola Primo for others.
The one in blue and white robes was Asari Ugetsu—Primo's Ran Guardian and the one in priest robes was Knuckle—Primo's Sun Guardian. His intelligence never told of him. His eyes narrowed considerably. He'd have to keep a close eye on him for if he was who he thought he was, then, he would be essential to his plans.
"If I may ask, Giotto," Pietro paused, his gaze settling on the cloaked man.
"Why is your comrade wearing a cloak?" Pietro couldn't understand, why was he wearing a cloak? If he was trying to hide his identity, what would that mean? His eyes narrowed and Tsuna knew immediately that this man was cautious of him.
"Quite the curious one you are, Pietro." Giotto smiled, taking no offense from being doubted, for if he was in the same position as him, he would do the same. In all actuality, benefit of the doubt was necessary in some situations, after all.
"Tsuna has been feeling unwell lately, and was advised to rest. However…" Giotto paused, looking at him as if admonishing him. Tsuna could only sigh quietly to himself. What a great actor his predecessor was. "…he insisted on coming on this trip of ours. He was told to wear warm clothing when outdoors." Without another word, Pietro raised his hand, silently calling for one of his men.
"Belgro, if you would, add more wood to the fire." Said man nodded wordlessly before throwing a few blocks of wood into the furnace. The room instantly felt warmer and Tsuna felt sicker. He really hated this cloak, though Giotto had already told him of its use. It was for his protection, he said, to let less people know of him.
"Giotto, I think your companion would be more comfortable now. If he gets too warm, it would make him more ill." Tsuna looked down at his hands, neatly folded on his lap. Would he be finally set free from these horrid, constricting clothes? To be honest, even wearing it for five minutes made him want to throw it away.
He knew, however, why his predecessor wanted to hide him away. The mafia was ruthless and every enemy seeks for a weakness—that link that would inevitably be the downfall of their prey. And for Giotto, Tsuna could be that weak link. Though it was true; since he couldn't possibly use his rings and flames in this time frame, he was practically vulnerable.
"That's right…It is highly possible. Thank you, Pietro." Giotto turned to him, his gentle smile still present, though a bit forced. Tsuna realized then, that Primo was still hesitant of him being seen by others. "It's best to do as Pietro had advised, Tsuna."
He nodded mutely before pulling on the strings holding the cloak together. Once undone, he reached for the flaps of the cloak covering his face, slowly raising them over his head. Tsuna's brown locks flowed in waves down his back, while his brown eyes adjusted to the sudden light that he was exposed to.
The cloak covered most of his face and seeing was quite difficult, and now that nothing obscured his vision, his eyes were having a hard time adjusting. Tsuna blinked multiple times trying to look around him before settling on Pietro's still form. The brunet smiled, genuinely.
"You may call me, Tsuna, Pietro. Also, thank you for your kind consideration." I owe you a lot, actually. He just wanted to profess his gratitude over and over again. The cloak was the bane of his existence. It was heavy, warm, and just downright uncomfortable, though it would be lovely to wear on winter. Tsuna's expression turned grim for a moment, before his smile was back in place. Yes, in winter—not in the middle of the sweltering heat of summer, for goodness sake!
Pietro's eyes widened as soon as brown irises met his own. A woman? The people situated around sported on surprised looks, awe and disbelief mingling into one. Belgrolooked at the brunet with wide eyes before narrowing slightly. He suddenly smiled; yes, he was the one they needed in their plans.
"F-Forgive me for having assumed that you are a man, M-Madame T-Tsuna," the black-haired man stuttered out quickly, and Tsuna could only blush in embarrassment. His predecessors didn't need to laugh at him, now, did they? Giotto chuckled softly. He shook his head, ridding himself of the momentary amusement from Tsuna's predicament.
"You assumed correctly, Pietro. You see, even with his feminine looks, Tsuna is a man." Silence reined once again, Pietro's cheeks now peppered with red. How could I—? Oh god, he wanted to be rid of this embarrassment. He just indirectly insulted one of the members of the Vongola Famiglia.
He hoped they wouldn't take this as a sign of disrespect. Pietro sighed. And were they really this carefree? He observed them with cautious eyes. Wasn't the Vongola supposedly fearsome and ruthless? However, as Pietro watched them now, laughing together, he shook his head. What was he thinking, anyway? It wasn't the time to be analysing their ally, he should be starting the plans quickly.
By the corner, Belgro stood quietly, his eyes fixated on the brunet sitting among the representatives of the Vongola Famiglia. His eyes narrowed. That man…he had pinpointed every single detail of the plan his captain was able to come up with. How did he? Sure, it was simple and to the point. However, to be able to utter the exact same words as their captain was baffling. He had to report as soon as possible because if his hunch was correct, the appearance of that unknown brunet would hasten the progress of their plans.
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"An unknown man with the Vongola?" Belgro nodded solemnly. Ice blue eyes stared at him impassively.
"I see… and why you are telling me this?"
"Captain, our battle with them is near, and I believe this man would definitely be of help to us." Staring outside the window, he answered.
"We have no need for hostages, if that's what you are implying, Belgro. I'm not interested in the Vongola." Said man gritted his teeth in silent fury. This was what he hated about his captain. Yes, he was young, intelligent, and strong. His lack of ambition, however, was just downright appalling. How could he not be interested in one of the strongest mafia families?
"B-But captain! Please reconsider! Isn't the Vongola the reason why we stayed at Ceres for more than our allotted time of one week?"
The man turned to him, his eyes reflecting nothing. "The reason we stayed here was because the Vastil was lurking around. We can't possibly leave so easily, now, can we? Our repeated raids were just a way of repaying their transgressions against our comrades," the captain uttered coldly and Belgro could only look away in defeat.
"I believe we set sail once dawn greets us, so make sure that everything is prepared tonight. Leave." Once the door closed, he leaned back on his seat. His eyes fixated on the moon. It was a full moon tonight. An omen for others, while for him, it was a sign of possibilities. Would that really be true?
Town after town, they had gathered resources and any possible means they'd need for that inevitable fight. The fight he had been preparing for so long now...His ice blue eyes glazed for a second. His mind was made up. He stood from his seat, the gentle rays from the moonlight highlighting his tall frame. It was time to see that person Belgro was so intent upon.
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"Giotto…" The blond turned to him with a gentle smile.
"Could I please sleep on the sofa instead?" Tsuna's gaze turned pleading yet Giotto only smiled at him.
"No." Simple and curt and Tsuna could only sigh in defeat. Why did he have to sleep in the same room with Giotto, even here? Sure, he'd been sleeping beside him for two weeks already but…this was too much. The bed was terribly narrow and he could already imagine it. How close they were going to be while they slept. An eyebrow twitched in irritation. Why was his predecessor such a demanding person? He could be as bad as Reborn at times.
Tsuna sighed, sitting himself on the sofa. He watched Giotto silently as he read the over the documents for tomorrow's plans. He looked to the side, only to see the moon full and bright, illuminating the indigo sky. The brunet was instantly captivated. For some reason, he had always loved the night sky. Sometimes, he would be so enthralled, watching it, that Reborn had to whack him on the head hard just to get his attention.
The sky was important to him, for that was what brought them together. If he wasn't chosen to be the Sky of Vongola, he wouldn't be here now. Actually, if it weren't for…his eyes settled on Giotto for a second before he averted his gaze. He wouldn't be here now. He should be grateful to his predecessor, but why was he confused like this? He clenched his fists before standing abruptly. Giotto turned to him.
"Is something wrong, Tsuna?"
With his hair covering his eyes, he shook his head quickly. "No, I just need fresh air. I'll just be outside, okay, Giotto?" Tsuna saw him about to stand, and he panicked, knowing that Giotto would surely come with him.
"No! I mean…I'll just ask Knuckle to change my bandages and when I go out, I'll ask him to go. That would be acceptable, right?" An eyebrow rose in question, yet Giotto didn't press him any further. He knew there was something wrong, and his Hyper Intuition wasn't needed to confirm his suspicions.
"I see, be sure to keep close to Knuckle, alright?" Tsuna nodded obediently and Giotto smiled—his eyes gentle and trusting. It made the brunet flinch inside. He was lying but he really wanted to be alone for a while. Without another word, he went out, quietly closing the door behind him.
A breath of fresh air was what he needed. Being with his predecessor all the time was tiring, to say the least. He looked around him, his eyes taking in the destruction the town suffered from the raids and thievery. His eyes saddened as he saw the countless windows and doors barred in hopes of safety against the ones attacking their humble town. Tsuna stopped abruptly. Where was he again? He looked around him and sighed.
Once again, his ignorance had gotten him lost. How would he be able to come back if he wasn't able to memorize the streets and signs? Oh well, at least he'd be able to explore on his own again, even though it was already late at night. The brunet faintly smiled. Another plus was that he was at the sea. His eyes softened—he suddenly remembering the last time he was at sea.
He was with everyone then and surprisingly, Mukuro and Hibari came along too. It was the day they graduated from Namimori Middle School. Reborn—a baby then—ordered everyone to ride a limousine and to the beach they went. Tsuna closed his eyes, savoring the night breeze. Those were the days they could still be carefree and have fun…now, it wasn't the same.
The times were harder and more life-threatening, where one mistake could lead to death. He opened his eyes and stared at his right hand. That may be so, but every moment was precious and everyday was filled with hope for another one day to come. His brown eyes flashed for a second before his hands alighted with flames, small and flickering in his upturned palm.
"How I wish to see everyone again…" Tsuna suddenly closed his hand, extinguishing his Sky flames as he did so, before quickly turning around, eyes narrowed and alert. No one came in his line of vision, yet he knew better.
"Come out already, I know you're there," the brunet stated monotonously, when in fact his heart was beating fast. Was this person able to see his flame? If that person did, he was in shit load of trouble. Damn it!
"The Sky flame…to possess something so rare—a surprise indeed." Tsuna stiffened as a man stepped from the shadows. His steps deliberate as he neared him.
"Who are you?" The man stared at him, indifferently, and for some reason, the brunet was reminded of Enma. That half-lidded stare as if uncaring of the world. However, their eyes were blaringly different, for where Enma's was fiery red, this man's eyes were a shade of icy blue. His black coat flapped noisily along the wind. The man stared at him as if analysing him and so did he.
The unknown donned on a high-collared cloak that framed his face showing off his black shirt beneath. He also had on a thick, leather collar around his neck barbed with small metal spikes, and his ears with small, loop, silver earrings. What was interesting was his hair with its navy, blue color and shiny silver bangs that framed his face. And his most peculiar feature was the large eye patch covering his right eye. Tsuna stepped back seeing his slightest movement, his eyes cautiously following his every move.
"For showing me something interesting, let me repay you." The stranger's voice was blank, devoid of any emotion and for some reason it unsettled him. Brown eyes watched as the unknown man raised his hand, his palm upturned just like what he did moments ago. However, instead of orange flames, blue flames alighted in his hand. Tsuna stared wide-eyed. What the? It wasn't indigo like Mukuro's flame—no—it was light blue. It was-
"Judging by your expression, you know what this is, correct?" Tsuna nodded, his eyes still focused on the other's hand.
"Snow flame(1), it's pretty fascinating , isn't it?" A small upturn of the corner of his lips had Tsuna stepping back. Something was wrong and he could definitely feel it. He looked around frantically, trying to pinpoint the cause.
"However…" A gust of wind rolled by, and Tsuna stared at the empty space before him. His eyes widened in realization. "Sky flames are much more interesting." Thwack. It was too late when he realized it. He felt his body careening downwards, his vision already blurring. Help me…Giotto… The last of his consciousness faded, an arm going around his waist before he hit the ground.
The man stared emotionlessly at the brunet in his arms. Belgro was right after all—the unknown man could be the key to his victory. Lifting the lithe man into his arms, he turned around and walked away—leaving nothing behind…except for one thing, though. The navy-haired man didn't know that a piece of wood fell from Tsuna's clothes when he fell. The small whistle Asari had made for him lay forgotten in the sand, unobtrusively glinting under the moonlight.
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"It's about to start, doesn't it?" The old man guffawed in his seat, attracting the attention of the others. Aria shook her head in dismay.
"Yes, yes. It's finally beginning." She sighed and leaned back on her seat, her gaze intent on the blank monitors as if it was playing a movie.
"What will happen?" Aria asked. Talbot smiled wide, the creases on his face born from his old age, more prominent.
"It all depends on him now." Her eyes softened as she held her orange pacifier. Talbot stared in front of him, his gaze intent while his smile remained on his face.
Now then, Primo, what will you do?
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It was way past midnight. He had been finalizing the plans for tomorrow's construction plans that he had lost track of time. However, when he glanced at the time, 01:25 greeted his eyes. The first thing that registered in his mind was the late time, and then Tsuna's missing presence.
From what he knew, the brunet had asked to leave about five hours ago. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Wasn't that too long just for changing of bandages? Worry was building up in surmountable amounts before his composure returned. No. Maybe, Tsuna just fell asleep in Knuckle's room. With that in mind, he quickly walked towards his Sun Guardian's room. Knocking carefully, he called out.
"Knuckle? You there?" After a few raps on the door, he heard the rustling from inside. His hand fell to the side as soon as the door opened and he was met with Knuckle's questioning gaze.
"Is there something extremely wrong, Giotto?" He smiled slightly.
"Where's Tsuna, Knuckle? Is he sleeping?" Knuckle looked confused before turning around to stare at his bed for a moment before turning back to Giotto, his expression confused.
"I'm here alone, Giotto. Isn't he extremely with you?"
Sky blue eyes widened, panic steadily creeping in his system. "Didn't he go here to have his bandages replaced?" His tone sounded urgent and Knuckle frowned in return.
"No…I haven't seen Tsuna since he left with you after dinner."
The words slowly registered in his mind before Giotto turned around and quickly went for Asari's room. Knocking frantically, he called out. "Asari, are you there?" The blond waited impatiently outside the door, with Knuckle behind him.
"Giotto? What's the matter?" Without answering, Giotto walked inside Asari's room, his eyes flitting towards from one corner to another.
"Giotto? What's going on?" With his Rain Guardian's worried tone, said man turned around, his face portraying anger and anxiety at the same time.
"Tsuna…he's gone…"
A/N: If anyone wants to see how the captain of the pirates looked, like state so in the review with your email address of message me. Either way, it's ok. I was inspire to put him there when I saw one amazing drawing of him online. He looks just too great! Haha anyway, credits to the person who drew it. Simply stunning. :) Don't forget to R&R!
(1) - Some may not know it, but Snow Flames were possible to have existed even during Giotto's time and so I incorporated it here. We know Adelheid used some type of snow-like flame properties but it's been said that Gelaro of the Bertesco Family, an allied family of Vongola. Though it was later revealed that his flames were actually of the Sky but disguised as Snow. In my story, however, what the captain possessed is really Snow flames. Hope this clears up some things. you can ask me anything though. :)
