Title: Eternal
Category: Anime/Manga ยป Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Author: Morgan Stares K'Treva
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Angst/General
Published: 08-13-14, Updated: 05-05-15
Chapters: 23, Words: 26,649
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
My eyes widen as I analyse the bullet speeding towards my subordinate, my friend, my family, and I'm already leaping in front of the bullet. Gokudera's eyes widen as he catches me, his reactions suddenly back to a normal speed.
"Tenth!" Footsteps echo, and I know that it's my guardians and Reborn, even as I cough at the feeling of blood entering my lungs. While the rest of my guardian gather around me, Kyoya stands back, dialing a number, his frantic movements doing nothing to hide his worry. I cough again as I feel Reborn and Ryohei both trying to force my wounds to heal as Mukuro covers over me worried, his hands twitching.
I grit my teeth as I use the dying will I'd been theorising about to stop Reborn and Ryohei.
"Stop it," I tell them, batting their hands away to make sure they didn't even try to heal me again.
"Listen," I command, and though my voice is weak, all of my guardians look at me. "I command- I command you not to kill yourselves. D-don't kill each other. Do- o- on't do anything with the in- "I stop to cough, feeling the flames start to weaken. I take a shallow breath and continue. "Intention of dying. Protect Mama."
I cough again, and Gokudera sobbs, as Mukuro stares at me. "Tell he- er to st- stay stro- strong."
And with that, the true dying will flames that I had been using ran out, and my head fell sideways. The last thing I heard was the screaming of an ambulance siren - then silence.
It's written in the sky . . .
I find myself floating again as I wait. I think about what will happen now, but- maybe this time, this time I shouldn't care. It will hurt less. I won't care. I won't care.
Darkly, eternally, deeply, beautifully, heart breakingly blue, is the sky.
It was my third birthday, like always, when I finally comprehended the memories. I'd already started on the promise I'd made though. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.
I continue helping Mama with the house, and she always smiles at me thanking me. I don't smile back.
When the sky breaks, the world shall mourn.
I am five when I crack, looking at the cloud that can't be caught. I stretch, and shove, and push, and hide the cracks, burying them deep into the I don't care.
The cloud should only drift away, right.
(I don't care)
(I can't care. If I care, I'll shatter, and the shards might not be enough to be compiled into dust.)
The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.
My face is clear of emotions as I write the Fibonacci sequence around the edge of the paper. I look up as a set of footsteps near, the cracks deepening in the I don't care.
"Fight me," a young voice says, as I look into a pair of grey-blue eyes. I nod, and turn back to my paper. A couple of minutes later, the bell rings, and we follow the rush. I follow the boy to a field, and we face each other, me just standing there. The cloud makes the first move, striking, and I doge. I avoid all he throws at me. When he's done, and panting, I hand him a bottle of water and walk away.
I want a small rainbow, sure, but that leaves all of the earth and sky to fill in the rest.
I walk into the pet store and grad the first plain-silvery tag I find, taking it to the engraving machine, choosing the one with the western alphabet. I curse myself, even as I type in the words and watch them engraved. I can't I don't care enough to leave this behind, the one constant since my first life.
I pay for the tag at the register, with a smile at the lady at the counter before I walk home, and ask Mama for the chain, and slip the tag under my shirt, only glancing at the words.
Ll mio cielo
I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Ll mio cielo = My sky
Please don't kill me, I used Google Translate!
It's pronounced (EE ME-oh che-EL-oh)
Two LLs are pronounced EE, and c is pronounced Ch in Italian.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Kyoya came up to me and demanded a fight again. I stare at him blankly for a moment before I nod. He follows me to the same field and waits for me to set my backpack aside. I do, and we settle into ready positions, a minute passing before he attacks me, and I easily dodge, this time tapping at his knees and elbows to push them into better positions. Kyoya collapses to his knees panting when he's done, his eyes shadowed behind his bangs as he tries to push the water bottle I hand him away.
"Why can't I- I'll - I'll -" he pants as he tries to think of a threat.
"I'll bite you to death," I say quietly, and Kyoya looks up at me in confusion. I push the water bottle into his hands as I look up at the sky. " 'I'll bite you to death' is what you should say."
"What-" he says, and I turn to look at him, his childish hands, and the face that still held baby fat.
"You have to walk before you can run," I tell him as I push myself up and walk away. "Ciao."
The clouds drift freely, heralding all, or sometimes none.
When the first assassin to make it past all of my guards comes, I smile (fake), and sit him down at the kitchen table with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. Then I turn, humming as I mix another batch, only half sorry to have ruined the old batch. When I put the cookies in the oven, I turn around to see the man slumped at the table, half the cookies, and all of the milk gone. I call the hospital, doing my best to sound like a frantic child, ignoring the memories that pushed against the shattered parts as they tried to raise above the I don't care. I take the glass and the plate and dump them into the trash. When the ambulance and the police come, I once again play the part of a frantic child.
"I don't know who he is!" I exclaim as I cry alligator tears into the police woman's hug. "I just found him lying on the table where my old cookies should have been after I put the new cookies into the oven!"
When I get to my room after the police let me go to question Mama, my face smooths from the scrunching up I had done while fake crying. I take the towel on my door knob and wipe my face on of the snot and tears, before gently drying my face on the other end. Then I take out the phone I had stolen from the guards years ago, and type in two lines of code for the head of the CEDEF. Then I wipe the phone of my finger prints and chuck it out the window.
Cloud watching is not time wasting
I stare at the flame in my palm for a moment, habitually turning it in to a wolf and making it dance before I clench my fist to snuff it out, and look up to see the dog I'd rescued, before, whining. I cautiously reach out a hand for it to sniff, and it edges out of the shadows, it's amber eyes glinting.
I take out the dog food I'd convinced myself was a house-warming gift for our new neighbors, and try to bury my self under the I don't care as I walk home, and hear the dog (her, Mizuki) following me.
The next morning, the bed and the bowls that would have been house-warming gifts (I bury the They were big for a Chiwawa under I don't care) were out. Mama coo over the German-Shepherd-Husky mix, as I remember the orange flame I had held in my palm. I clench my fist and take one of my old brushes and start brushing it (her). When I'm done, I bury my face in the dog's (Mizuki's) fur to hide my tears from Mama.
You know, I'd discovered last time that flames aren't hereditary or decided at birth, and there's a reason people with certain personalities had certain flames.
My flames are sill orange after all this time, not even the slightest hint of another color. Mizuki (the dog) whines and nuzzles me, as Mama leaves me with her, my face still buried in her fur.
Ll mio cielo
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Chapter 3: Chapter 3
It was raining, ironically enough, when I met Takeshi. I hadn't meant to, but my feet had automatically taken me to the shop and had me sit down in my seat. It wasn't untill I heard a young voice asking me what I wanted that I snapped out of my thoughts to see Takeshi, the embodiment of a stereotypical Asian, looking at me concerned.
"ah, no," I say emotionlessly, pushing everything down. "I just came to escape the rain."
Takeshi's face falls before he smiles at me again. "Are you sure you at least wouldn't like something to drink?"
"You wouldn't have to pay for it," he adds almost desperately when he sees I'm about to refuse. I tilt my head slightly before I nod, and Takeshi smiles brightly at me before his face takes on a thoughtful cast. "So what would you like? We've got apple and orange juice. Or would you like tea? I think we've got Oolong, Black, Black Chai, and Earl Grey."
"Chai please," I say. "With milk, sugar, honey, cinnamon, and a spoon."
Takeshi gives me a smile and walks into the kitchen. He comes out a couple minutes later with a metal tea pot and a glass of milk, setting the on the counter next to me along with a mug before he goes back into the kitchen, and comes back out with a bottle of honey, a small bowl of sugar, a spice shaker of ground cinnamon, and a spoon. i nod at him as I fill the mug half-full of tea, half-full of milk and a dollop of honey, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and two spoonfuls of sugar before I stir my drink. Takeshi watches curiously before leaning over to smell the steam. His eyes light up and he grins. "Can I have a cup?"
"Get another mug," I tell him, and he runs off to the kitchen, returning a minute later. I fill his mug and tell him to stir it. A couple minutes later, he takes a cautious sip and his brow furrows.
"It's good!" he exclaims, taking another sip. when the rain clears, he waves to me from the entrance. "Please! Come back soon!"
Rain can fall happily.
Kyoya came to my house after school the next day.
"What are you?" he asked as I pet Mizuki. "You're not a herbivore, or an omnivore, or a carnivore, and you're nothing like a shrub."
"Mmm," I say, attaching a leash to Mizuki's collar. "Walk with me?"
Kyoya hops off the fence with a nod and follows me out of the yard as I let Mizuki lead me. She leads me to Takesushi and I kneel, patting her head as I tie her to a tree in the side yard. Then I lead Kyoya into The restaurant, and Takeshi smiles at me as I sit down in m seat.
I nod at him, and motion for Kyoya to sit next to me. I watch him for a moment before I speak.
"Kyoya" (kun) "-san, what do you think I am?" I ask, calmly regarding the boy next to me as I calmly wait for his answer, my elbows resting on the counter.
"I don't know," he says finally, before adding under his breath, "I wouldn't have asked if I did."
I hum slightly as I watch Takeshi come back, carrying a tray with all the things for my chai. I nod at him as he places the tray on the counter in front of me, and I make two cups of the tea, handing one to Takeshi who immediately starts drinking it happily, but slowly. I take a small sip of mine before I reply. "I have been told that I am the sky, wide and accepting."
My lips tug slightly at the memories of being compared to the sky, even by those who didn't know anything about flames, before my face goes blank as I push down the accompanying grief.
"But what is a sky without his weathers?" I ask rhetorically. my tone almost disguising most of my bitterness as I take big gulps of my tea, wishing I could handle something stronger.
"Sky, Storm, Rain, Cloud, Sun, Mist, and Lightning."
"What?" I ask, my head jerking to look up at Kyoya, who was looking out the window, my eyes wide.
"That's what Fon-jii-san mutters after he says that," Kyoya says, before he stand and leaves.
Ll mio cielo
So yeah, forgot some stuff, edited Chapter 2.
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Iemitsu comes home on my sixth birthday, after not visiting since I was two. We eat dinner with Mama chattering away, and start the cake right after. When I blow out the candles, Mama gives me a big smile.
"What did you wish for, Tsu-kun?" she asked as she started cutting the cake and putting it on plates.
"Nana! You don't ask what was wished for or it won't"
"I want a sibling," I say calmly, staring at Iemitsu. "I expect you to sty until it's confirmed, and then provide proper care."
Both of my parents just stare at me in shock. When they don't reply after a minute, I take my plate and stand. "You can start now."
Then I leave, walking up the stairs with my plate, thinking about how glad I am that their room is very, very far from mine.
A drifting mist covers the sky's blood.
My mouth opens in a silent scream as my body arches against the restraints. The scientists above me stumble back with a yelp, not having expected me to awaken, but I pay no attention to them as I summon my trident (the one I remember), the restraints burning from my flames as I lash out at the scientists before the can summon help. Then I sit there for a moment, just panting with one thought on my mind;Tsuna.
Slowly my mind organizes itself, and I rub my right eye. I have to get to Tsuna, is still the first though on my mind, but the second one is Eliminate the Estraneo, and so even though I can't even walk right, I stumble to the door, using my trident to support me.
With my illusions, it's easy to kill all the scientists in the faculty, and after that, I visit each of the test subjects, and give them a choice. Form a group and group free or come with me. Ken, Chikusa, and MM form their own group, so they don't come with me, but a blind, albino girl my age named Seishin whose profile says she's clairvoyant and can only see the truth, did come with me.
I also took in a group of children with no one older than five; Aldo, an orange haired one-year old with a large amount of sun flames who had just come in, his blond, five-year old sister, Emma, who had come in a year ago, and had a sort of mishmash of lightning and sun energy who could heal really quickly, and was really hard to hurt, and Asian triplet three-year olds with white wings; Ryou, his brother Shin, and their brother Souma. And then there were many that begged to be killed, and I could tell that it would be a true favor to do so, so I held their hands and cried as I dd it quickly and painlessly, by breaking their necks.
When I emerge, Seishin is quiet for a moment before she comes closer and hugs me, letting my tears soak into the short hair that was still growing back from being shaved.
Mist lies thick in the olden world.
"Sir! Sir!" Cries the butler as he runs into the Gesso bosses' office. "Byakuran is missing!"
"...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ..."
"Mukuro~?" the albino in front of me asks, and I turn, careful not to let go of Seishin's hand, as I stop pushing the three child stroller. I slowly turn to look at the young albino.
"Byakuran?" I ask, my grip tightening slightly on Seishin's hand, and she shifts so that she's the one who could push the cart as I grab Emma's hand.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss at him.
"Obviously, I'm going to see Tsuna-kun~!" he replied with a smile. Beside me, Seishin taps twice, a pattern we had worked out before if we needed to know the truth.
"Why do you want to see him?" I ask, letting Emma grab Seishin's hand again as I take back the stroller.
"Because," Byakuran said, serious for once as he looks up from stuffing marshmallows into his mouth. "A sky might be able to help a sky without weather."
Mist creates will-o-the-wisps.
I put the corner of my toast into my mouth and sling on my backpack, opening the front door, only to stop and stare at the weird sight in front of me. Three kids about two years older than me were trying to calm three Asian looking toddlers, and a tiered looking blonde who looked about a year younger than me was sitting off to the side. Then I blink as I recognise two of the older kids. "Mukuro? Byakuran?"
Those two freeze for a moment before the turn. The other kid their age continues quieting the children, succeeding now that the other two aren't there. I force my face to go blank as I look at them, leaning against the door frame. "What are you doing here?"
"Can't I see my sky?" Mukuro asks, with a soft smile that looks entirely out of place.
"Yes, can't we come see you, Tsunayoshi-kun~?" Byakuran asked, holing out some marshmallows. "You are quite precious after all~!"
Suddenly the blonde lets out a wail, and the other albino moves over to her revealing the baby she held. Before she could say anything though, the blonde wailed again.
"I'm hungry," she cried, tears running down her cheeks, and I look at her for a moment before I rip the corner I had bitten off the toast and hand the rest to her after I help her stand. The I hold the door open so the others could come in, and they do, Mukuro and Byakuran each taking a three year old after the door had closed before they sent uncertain looks at the last one, but before they can do anything, I pick him up and lead them all to the kitchen.
"Mama," I call out as I set the toddler only onto the padded couch that Mama had gotten when I was five, back when she had hoped I would bring friends over. "We have hungry guests."
"Ah?" Mama said, looking over from where she was cooking her breakfast. "Your friends, Tsu-kun?"
"Yes," I say as I take the other two Asian looking children and set them on the bench before helping the blonde up.
"Good!" Mama says in satisfaction as I leave and I hear her exclaim one more thing before I dial the phone. "Now I can make a lot!"
Ll mio cielo
You can all thank 10th Squad third seat for this, because I would have done it tomorrow. And yes, flames develop with personality is my headcannon, but it makes total sense, ne? I mean, look at all the flames Gokudrea uses, I think they describe parts of him, and the cloud is for the time before he met Tsuna.
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
I stare at the kids as Mukuro introduces them and their abilities. The albino is an eight-year old girl named Seishin, and she's blind, clairvoyant and can only see the truth, the blonde is a five-year old named Emma who is hard to injure, and heals fast, her one-year old brother, Aldo, who had not been experimented one, and the three-year old Asian triplets: Ryou, Shin, and Souma, who all had white wings and were predicted to become extremely smart.
I look at the rag-tag group of children for a moment before I start giving out room assignments.
Mukuro and the Triplets get one room, Seishin, Emma and Aldo get the another, and Byakuran rooms with me. After I guide the others to their own rooms, Byakuran and I go back to mine and sit down on my bed. Byakuran watches me as he pulls marshmallows from a bag that had been on the stroller, and starts eating them. "This is the fifth time right?"
I nod as I lean against the wall at my head board, tilting my head so that my eyes are hidden by my bangs. I watch as he tilts his head slightly, catching the gesture. "Your intuition's always there too, isn't it?"
I nod, and he tilts his head back, popping another Marshmallow into his mouth. "And Mukuro's remembering is a first."
He sighs, sitting up and facing me.
"I don't envy you, Tsunayoshi-kun," he says, before pushing himself off the bed and digging through his luggage to emerge with a shiny package. "Want some candy, Tsunayoshi-kun~?"
The bright shining sun distracts easily with warmth.
I leave the house early so I can get started on the registration process for all of the kids. It takes me a while because I have to stop at my old Kindergarten to steal registration papers for the triplets and Emma. I ignore the soft panting from behind me as another person follows me to Namimori Elementary. It isn't until the person starts ro come up and jog next to me that I have to close my eyes for a second as I try not to think about the white-haired person that I used to know. "What are yo doing?"
The question is simple, but its the soft voice it's spoken in that makes me almost trip.
"I'm going to school so I can enroll my family," I tell him after a moment, using the same soft voice.
"That's extreme," Ryohei says softly. "Would you like to spar with me some day?"
I look at him out of the corner of my eyes for a moment before I reply. "If you promise me to only ever truly fight to protect."
"Protect? That's extreme," he says as we slow down in front of the school. "Much better than not fighting at all. I promise I'll only fight to protect."
He holds a pinky out, and after a nano second of hesitation, I return the gesture and link pinkies. "Sawada Tsunayoshi. Call me Tsuna."
"Sasagawa Ryohei," he says before turning. "It was extremely nice to meet you Tsuna-san."
"You too, Senpai," I call after him before turning and straightening my clothes and catching my breath, I walk into the school's entrance.
Kyoya drops down to walk next to me like he had done since the incident where I had told him that I was like the sky. He walks next to me all the way to the office before he speaks. "Sora."
"Kyoya-senpai," I say, nodding at him. I can tell he's curious about why I'm early, even though I usually get here a few minutes before the bell rings because of long practice. "I'm here to register some family friends that arrived suddenly from over-seas."
"Hm," he says and I tilt my head at him.
"They're really random people, so most wouldn't expect them to be a group," I explain. "We didn't get to see them much before, so it's kind of a treat now since they're staying till I'm eighteen for the most part."
"Herbivores?" he asks.
"Maybe. Six of them are more like small animals, but the two older boys are carnivores," I tell him as he opens the door for me.
I walk over to the big desk and open the pen drawer, moving the pens aside to push a lever in the back. The drawer to the right pops open, revealing a set of keys. I grab the keys and open the filing cabinet behind the desk to grab three sets of registration paperwork. Then I lock the cabinet back up and put the keys back into their drawer, closing both of the drawers at once.
After that, I walk to my class room, well aware of Kyoya following me. as I enter the class and sit down. I sort all of the paperwork that I had grabbed into seven piles before I start on Souma's. Kyoya leaves pretty soon after to start on his rounds, and by the time I start on Shin's, everyone is starting to come in. The bell rings about half an hour later, and the teacher comes in, calming the class and starting to teach, ignoring my blatantly weird paperwork.
The burning sun that beats harshly is also the healing sun that nurtures.
When I get home from school, I say Hi to Mama and go up to my room to flop on my bed, ignoring Byakuran as I close my eyes, trying to ignore how I'm starting to see piles of dreaded paperwork everywhere. When Byakuran starts giggling however, I can't ignore him any more, and I sit up to look at him watching his laptop on his futon.
"What are you looking at?" I ask, leaning forward to watch the blue light on his face flicker as he giggles and taps something on his keyboard.
"Hmm~?" he says, looking up with a giggle. "Tsunayoshi-kun~! I'm watching my father and his subordinates run around like headless chickens trying to find me~!"
I stare at him for a moment before I turn to my backpack and dig through it to find the folder labeled Byakuran, and rifle through it to grab a handful of pages I had marked with sticky notes.
"Here," I say turning back to Byakuran and handing him the papers and a pencil. "Fill out everything that's blank."
"I'll do it if you come down here to watch my future family with me~!" Byakuran says with a smile. I stare at him for another moment before I slide off my bed and onto thee futon watch a bunch of grown men behave like idiots to the sound of writing.
Ll mio cielo
Hello to all, new and returning! Welcome to another chapter of Eternal, I hope this one answered some questions. (I know it did since I saw those in the reviews.) Now please, review! I worked hard on this chapter. And also, I need opinions on Ryohei. I made it so this chapter happens right after Kyoko makes Ryohei promise not to fight, but before he get loud and enthusiastic. It was much easier for me to write him this way, with slipping in the little extreems, than having him shout every sentence, and I think I might take him down the quiet but menacing trail a little, but not too far. So, tell me what you think.
Sora means Sky in Japanese.
Ja ne!
Chapter 6: Chapter 6
I hug Mizuki closer as I watch Mukuro settle down next to me. Byakuran had left earlier, when he was finished with the schools paperwork, after pushing Mukuro into the room. "You two need this~!"
"What do you remember?" at as I pet Mizuki, who wines and nuzzels me.
"I- . . ." Mukuro starts, and I can tell I won't like what he's about to say from the tilt of his shoulders and his hesitance. Then he takes a deep breath and sits up straighter. "The last thing I remember, is putting my gun to my head and pulling the trigger."
I close my eyes and bite my lip, trying not to shatter as my arms tighten around Mizuki. "And the others?"
"You're lucky you told Hayato to talk to your mom. He wouldn't have lasted an hour otherwise, regardless of your orders. As it was, he lasted two days, just long enough to talk to your mom, before he overdosed on pain medication. Ryohei and Lambo went a week after, in the same way as Hayato. Takeshi died a month after them, supposedly in a gun fight. He didn't even have his sword. Kyoya died six months after you. His car supposedly went over a cliff. I took care of the funerals, and mine too. I arranged for Iemitsu to take over Vongola," Mukuro said, his hands kind of fluttering as they hover over my shoulders, touching lightly. His fingers lightly brush over my skin.
"C- can I?" he asks, and I know what he's thinking. We've only done it once before, in his memory, but it was still something familiar. Mizuki hops off the bed as I turn to Mukuro with a shaky smile and open arms.
"If you need it," I tell him, the familiar phrase. It was the one Mukuro had heard from me many times, even if he only remembered one. It was the phrase that told them they can come, if they need proof that I'm alive, that I'm alright that I'm here. And with that, the strings that had been holding Mukuro back were cut, and he was in my arms, and I was in his arms, and he was crying, patting my all over, sticking his nose in my hair, and I just wrap my arms around him, and bury my face in his chest, the tears coming fast and hard as I let the familiar scents wash over me, rosemary - something that all Vongola smelled like, cinnamon, like all of my guardians, and ironically, pineapple - that was all Mukuro. Home in a way that Mama can never be, for all that she is my mother, because she hasn't fought and killed with me.
After a while, my head draws back slightly as my arms stay wrapped tightly around Mukuro's waist. "Mukuro, last time was my fourth time. This is the fifth."
"Fourth-?" Mukuro starts, before his eyes widen. Then he speaks quietly. "And we didn't remember, did we?"
I shake my head slightly as my ar,s tighten before I relax them.
"Not even o- once," I say, my voice croaky. "The others don't remember still."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Mukuro muttered, and I shift, tilting my head to look at him.
"What did you say?" I ask him, frowning at the look on his face.
"Ah, nothing," he says, burying his face in my hair. I yelp as Mizuki nudges me with her nose, but just wrap an arm around her too, savoring the warmth.
Once you gain a dog's loyalty, you have it for life.
Seven months after my birthday, Iemitsu sent word that a stay-at-home doctor would be coming, and we would know hen he got there, so I wasn't surprised about seeing the white coat as I opened the door. Like I said, Iemitsu had said was coming, so Shamal didn't surprise me. It was the head of silver hair standing next to him, and the fuzzy, tiny, but undeniably there black afro, that shocked me into silence.
I automatically let Shamal in, and threatened him about touching my Mama, but my eyes remained glued to Hayato and Lambo as they watched silently, making me more and more nervous. Hayato didn't run away till he was eight. And Lambo shouldn't be born for two more years, let alone be two. I turned to look at them when I was done.
"And who are you?" I ask in a soft voice, watching as Hayato rocked Lambo slightly.
"I'm Gokudera Hayato," the older one replied,. "And this is Lambo. He's my godson."
"May I hold him?" I ask, gesturing at Lambo, Hayato gave me an examining stare, before he nods, passing Lambo gently to me. I support his head carefully, and just look at him. Then I go over to the board with a basic blueprint of the house that I'd bought in anticipation of people and write Shamal into the empty room after I hand Lambo back to Hayato. I put Lambo into the triplet's room, and move Mukuro into my room, and after a glance at Hayato, I add him. Then I turn to Shamal, and tap the board. "Person. Go find your room, it's the empty one."
Then I grab Hayato's sleeve, and tug him gently over to the kitchen and open the door. Everyone ignores me, used to my random exits and entrances during breakfast. "Oi! People! Family announcement!"
I watch as they all look up, nodding at Mukuro when his eyes dart to mine after he looks at Hayato. The triplets use Seishin's distraction to fling Cheerios at each other, and Emma's eyes widen slightly as Byakuran giggles.
"This is Gokudera Hayato, and his godson Bovino Lambo. They're Family." Family like how you are. "And this is Dr. Shamal, here to help Mama," I say gesturing to the white-coated Doctor as he enters the room.
Emma smiles uncertainly at Hayato and Lambo. "W-wel-c-come- ome h-home-m."
Ll mio cielo.
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Chapter 7: Chapter 7
I gasp as I collapse backwards into my chair, Gamma rushing to my side as my fork clatters unnoticed next to my plate.
"Are you-" Gamma starts, but I hold up a hand, trying to get used to the feeling.
"I'm . . . fine," I say, closing my eyes and shivering slightly at the feeling of a part of me, a vital part suddenly shattering and slipping away. I half notice that my breathing has become harsh, but I can't calm it because a part of me is gone, and I don't even know what it is. After what seems like the space of forever, I let myself slump forward, as I raise my hands to rub my eyes, noting that while my breathing is still uneven, it isn't rough anymore. I let my elbows rest on the table as I slowly become aware of Gamma hovering over me.
I feel like that time that I'd suddenly realised that I was now more two and a half than three, even though, I'm sure that I'm only one person.
But it feels like something had snapped and now some part of me was only hanging by an eighth, leaving my with one and five eighths. I stand.
"Gamma, I'm not feeling so well. I'm going to my room," I say, before walking out. The sky outside my window catches my attention, and I stop, my hand clutching over my heart. It hurts.
And then the sky shattered, falling.
When I get back to my room after the day, I collapse on my bed, and just let go.
I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I do care. I don't care that I do care. Idocare. Idocare. Idocare. Idocare Idocare IdocareIdocareIdocareidocareidocareidocareidocareidocareidocare. Ido care!
The tears keep coming until there aren't any more, but I can't stop shaking and I can't get warm, and I muffle my silent screams in the warm, damp pillow, wet with my tears, and there's no one there and I'mall alone.
The sky may be full of dreams, but what can I do when my wings are broken?
I pause when I open the door to find a huddled for curled up against the head board of the only bed in the room, and close my eyes.
"What is it?" Mukuro asks from behind me as I gently close the door.
"Hayato-kun, would you mind sleeping with Shamal?" I ask as I turn to the two behind me, and Hayato shakes his head. "Them Mukuro, you'll be with Emma and Seishin."
"Wha-" Mukuro starts before he flitches, his hand coming up to grasp at his shirt over his heart. His eyes widen and he tetters for a moment before Hayato steadies him. "What's wrong with Tsuna?"
"Delayed reaction," I say, glancing Mukuro over before I look back into his eyes. My heart has been hurting since I remembered. "He may have broken again. The glue that had been holding him together was starting to go. It just would have taken a small blow."
I glance at Hayato who had closed his eyes for a second. "But I don't think he broke. It doesn't feel lie that. I think he shattered."
With that, I turn, opening the door and shutting it behind me, letting my eyes adjust to the lack of light as I walk carefully towards the bed and sit down, reaching out carefully.
"Tsunayoshi-kun," I say softly as I gently roll the curled for over, and go through my repertoire of ways to see if he was just broken, or if it was more. But I already know he's shattered, so I simply curl around him as best I can, Mizuki coming out of the darkness like a phantom and settling against Tsuna's back, and resting her head on his, and I speak. I tell him about the number of property damage bills I'd had to fill out lately, about my day, anything I can think of.
After a while I feel him treble slightly, one of the signs that he was coming back, as I start describing my latest painting, one of him and his guardians, naming the pigments that I had used for each person, and the laughable names I'd given to specific strokes; like pineapple paint for Mukuro's hair. Art was something I'd picked up in my second life, when I was bored, and there wasn't any one around to draw Choice maps for me and Shoichi.
After I'd gotten good at that, I'd started drawing on left over scraps of paper each time I played the game, until one day I realized that what had been just frowning circles in the beginning had turned into faces, some strong, and some more delicate, but all with the stern blankness of the military.
The next game of chance I'd played, I brought a box of colored pencils. The first colored drawing was all blobby but I kept bringing the pencils until later, when I finished one after the game, the soldiers in it looked almost like I had just taken a photo of them.
The painting of Tsuna and his guardians was just another in my long history of depicting they, but I couldn't stop myself. Tsuna and his guardians were always such interesting subjects to paint because of the contrast between each of them. The version I was describing was of the eight of them in black suits with dress shirts the color of their flames standing in rainbow order on a white background.
Hayato was glaring past Tsuna at Ryohei with bombs in his hands as Tsuna tried to placate him. Ryohei was to their right, punching the air enthusiastically. After him was a bored fifteen year old Lambo who was holding the excited five-year old Lambo out in front of him. Next to him was a laughing Takeshi, whose sword could be seen over his shoulder. The mist guardians were next, Mukuro holding an embarased Chrome, in her skirt, like a princess. To their right was Kyoya, his tonfas down, but still looking decidedly murderous as he glared at Mukuro.
When I finnish describing it, Tsuna shifts a little wrapping his arms around me. When he speaks, his voice comes out small and childish. "What else?"
So I tell him about my drawing of the Arcrobaleno.
Ll mio cielo
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(Gah! I'm so sore, and yet I still don't hate P.E. What is wrong with me! But I'm out of French! Take that, schedule mix ups!)
Chapter 8: Chapter 8
It's twelve according to the clock, a couple of minutes after Byakuran had caught me yawning and told me to sleep, when my bedroom door slams open with a crack of thunder as lightning splits the sky, momentarily illuminating the figure in the doorway as the rain starts coming down. Mizuki's head lifts off of mine, and she gives a whine before her head comes back down on top of mine as the figure stalks closer.
"You owe me for this, Sora," the figure grumbled as the covers we're tugged out from under us. Mizuki's growled a little at that, but still moved down towards the foot of the bed as a warm body slid into the space where she had been, and the covers we're pulled back up before warms were around my waist.
"Really, Kyoya-kun~?" Byakuran asks as I shift, throwing one arm around the figure behind me.
The silence after is a semi-comfortable, if I ignore the people glaring at each other over my head.
A rainbow wouldn't be a rainbow if it was missing a single color.
When I wake up, it's almost uncomfortably warm, and I yawn, blinking against the sunlight in my faces I absently tug my arms out from under warm blankets,and shift so I'm facing away from the light. Someone near me groans, and I grumble back at them as I snuggle into the person in front of me. A door creaks open, letting in the sound of giggling and a camera clicking.
"What is it?" I groan, bringing my hands up to rub my eyes.
"Breakfast time, Tsu-kun!" Mama replies. "Get your friends up, get dressed and come down!"
"Alright," I mumble, pulling myself upright before I stop and blink at my bed. Kyoya was pushing himself up to lean against the wall and stubbornly holding back a yawn on my left. To my right, was Byakuran, who had pulled himself up to sit next to my head-board with me, and was yawning as he rubbed sleep tears away. Down at the foot of the bed, with his legs between my and Kyoya was Hayato, whose face was buried in Mizuki's fur, an arm drapped around Mukuro, whose legs were between Byakuran and I. Mukuro was on his back, blinking at the dealing. I look down at the feeling of small arms around my middle to see Lambo, before I look back up at Mukuro. I wince slightly and start a count down . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1
"Why are you holding me like a teddy!" Mukuro yelled, throwing himself off the bed. I look over the edge to see him face down on a futon, and laugh.
Everyone stops what they were doing and turns to stare at me, making me blush and pull the blankets up to my chin
Then Byakuran and Hayato jump on me laughing , as Mukuro Kufus on the floor.
"What?" I ask, them in confusion as Miziki comes up and plops down on top of Hayato and Byakuran, making me grunt.
"You laughed!" says Byakuran. "You haven't laughed since I met you this time!"
"I just thought you were cute," Hayato says, sounding a little confused as he wiggles out from under Mizuki with a blush.
Oh Iris, Rainbow Goddess . . .
A week before Mama was due to give birth, Iemitsu comes home with an old man he calls his boss, and a bunch of gender less baby toys. When he gets home, Emma, Seishin, Byakuran, Mukuro and I are playing a game of Marco Polo, as Hayato watches Lambo, Aldo, Souma, Ryou, and Shin, as they play around a sleeping Mizuki.
"Tsuna! I'm home!" yells Iemitsu, as he bounds into the backyard like a puppy, before pausing a the sight of us, as every one else turns to stare at him. "And who are all of these kids?"
"My friends," I tell him a little coldly before I hear Mukuro shift and lunge at him. "You're it!"
Later, when all the others were in their rooms, if not asleep, Iemitsu introduces me to the old man, calling him "Nono" and "Timoteo". Then he asks,"Is he acceptable?"
I frown, and look up at Iemitsu, meeting his eyes for the first time in this life.
"I should hope that I'm acceptable," I snap, letting the gold in my eyes glow and crackle as I use flames to up my Hyper intuition, and let the color burn to orange.
"Tsuna fish?" Iemitsu asks, stunned, and I scoff, turning away and going up the stairs. Byakuran and Mukuro watch with knowing eyes as I flop down on my bed.
The net day, someone kidnaps me with chloroform (which I am immune to) and they take my to Timoteo and Iemitsu, who carefully seal my flames, before bringing me back home and placing me on the garden bench swing. After a while, I "wake up" and rub gently at the seal, which was disguised with mist flames. I blink, looking around with what I know are hazel eyes, before I stumble inside, and into the waiting arms of Byakuran and Mukuro, who help me up to my bed room.
"Where is it?" asks Byakuran as he and Mukuro light flames on their index fingers, making the shadows shiver maliciously, but I simply smile at them trustingly and tilt my head to expose the right side of my neck, making Mukuro growl.
"It moves after the sealing," I tell him quickly, stopping him from running down stairs and killing Iemitsu and Timoteo, and starting a mafia war. Byakuran nods, and Mukuro and him start taking apart the seal, Mukuro slipping through the cracks, a nail to Byakuran's gentle hammer as they slowly peel away the seal until the familiar heat is back fully.
I let myself fully relax as it soothes away the faint cold that had come with the sealing, and watch drowsily as Mukuro and Byakuran lie down next to me on the bed.
"We certainly seem to be sleeping together a lot lately," I remark sleepily, and Mukuro huffs, burying his face in my neck.
"Sleep, Tsunayoshi-kun~," Byakuran says with a bit of fond exasperation, and I happily oblige.
You never really look at the sky for itself.
My new sibling arrives right on time, and was supposedly an easy birth, even though it was one in the morning when they let my in to see Mama and my me brother, Ieyatsu.
This is the first time ever, that I've had a blood sibling (no offense to Lambo and the others) so I just stare at him wonderingly, glaring at Iemitsu and not hiding my once-again-golden eyes when he says I can't pick Ieyatsu up.
Ll mio cielo.
Sorry this took so long today, but I was forced to carry heavy and awkward things to a foot ball game, stay without drink, water or entertainment, then carry the heavy and awkward things back. I cry for my back. I wish well to the families of those who died on 9/11. May TBA bless you. (TBA means The Beings Anywhere, so whoever you worship or whatever.)
Chapter 9: Chapter 9
The first time I lived, I was completely ignorant until I was thirteen. Then Reborn came along, and suddenly I'm heir to the biggest Mafia family, taking a crash course to catch up with Mafia 101. And then suddenly I was being forced to defend a title that I didn't want, and to let a five-year old child fight and to order some one to get out of a collapsing building. I had to keep fighting, but in the end I died peacefully at an old age, expecting to be joined with my friends. My eye opened after a long burning journey to see my mother, before I lost comprehension.
My second life, I suppressed the memories of my first life unconsciously, and anything that popped up was quickly attributed to my intuition, and the memories had let imprints in their own ways. This time, I refused to accept Mama, so when she got sick when I was one, it was much worse than it had been the first time, leading to Iemitsu retiring early. (I found Mizuki. She followed me home.)
Mama started staying in her room all the time, leading to Iemitsu learning to cook, clean, and do all of the things Mom used to, all the while unconsciously giving me a solid base in Mafia principles. I met all of my guardian who lived in Namimori much earlier than I had the first time, the paths to their homes unconsciously engraved in my mind as they were. Then, when I was ten in that life, my intuition that had been bugging me all day, urged me into packing my duffel, and when my dad came in a couple minutes later, he paused seeing the bag before he was pulling me out the door and into a cab, pushing Mizuki in after, and handing me a list of names and places and telling me to call out the names when I got to the places, and in the end, ask the scariest man I could find for "Protection from Vongola under the law of sanctuary."
The man in the cab took us to the airport, where we met Colonello, who explained a couple things about the Mafia to me, in between Italian lessons once he was done cursing after realising what my Dad had done, before passing me and Mizuki off to Lal Mirch. She led me through alleys and over arches and to a set of giant gates, where six really scary looking men were standing before she left. I asked the scariest man, who was in front for "Protection from Vongola under the law of sanctuary." and he granted it.
The place Dad had sent me to was the Varia, and I later found out that because Dad left, Timoteo was pressured into naming his successor earlier than he had in my first life, and was forced to give Vongola to Enrico, who went power crazy, and started going against the laws the Mafia world was built on, and killed Dad.
Long story short, Vongola and Varia split entirely until I killed Enrico as revenge.
That life was also the closest I had ever gotten to gaining another flame while I acted as Varia's Cloud in the outside word, hiding my face like Mammon did since I had needed to "disappear" after killing a mafia boss and being beaten my his successor, and a second, more approachable, Sky to those within (oh, the irony), and somehow gathered all of my guardians, though I didn't become Vongola Don. I never have been able to call Iemitsu Dad after that life, it was too painful to compare him to the father of my second life, and to know that if he ever did become like that he would die again. Mizuki actually lived as long as I did, and her health seemed to mirror mine.
My third life, I remembered everything, though those memories were jumbled up, so when Mama got sick this time round, I clung to her, though I was too young to understand the memories at that time, so I thought they were reality, until they finally sorted themselves out at three. I found Mizuki.
In this life, I ran away to Italy when I was six, and started a coffee and tea shop right next to the Varia Mansion, as well as small exposures of corruption in the Italian police system. I also managed to smuggle Mizuki in, and she took to lying on the counters. Of course the Varia came to visit me as soon as I moved in, and when they stopped to stare at the open sign, I was patient, but when they stopped to stare at the nice restaurant when they came in, my temper snapped a little, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing all of their mugs and putting them on the counter before glaring at them and telling them "Get over here!"
They do, Squallo yelling about not letting a six year old child boss him around, and how the heck could a six year old child afford this anyways?
"I'm not six," I tell them simply. "I'm two hundred and one. Now drink."
They all did out of stupification, and of course loved the drinks that I had spent a life time learning how to brew out of anything. (Literally. I've used vanilla beans to make coffee before. Don't ask me how that works.) Hayato came next at eight, and Lambo at eleven come zooming in in a miniature golf-cart, and instantly fell in love with my grape-juice-apple-cider-peppermint tea. I also made sure to call Mama once a week on a secure phone so Iemitsu wouldn't come home, and got photos of me and Mizuki from the nearest studio, making sure to buy the copyrights .
A month before my thirteenth birthday, I quietly close the shop and slip off to kill Enrico. A week later, when I call Mama when I have a spare moment, she tells me Iemitsu is home and very worried about me, but she knows I'm fine, even though Iemitsu insists that I should be home. I sigh, wiping my hands on a towel, and tell he that I'll be home tomorrow, before I hand up and book a first class ticket leaving in an hour.
When Iemitsu opens the door the next day, he looks relieved to see me, and doesn't even knotice Mizuki, and starts babbling into his phone in Italian.
"Why are you following me Hayato?" I ask in perfect Italian, after I turn away from watching Iemitsu with a blank face, and a bush rustles.
"Lord Tsuna!" Hayato exclaims, looking like a kicked puppy, a lab, not a husky-german shepherd mix. "My sword is-"
"Hayato, I know your oath. I just don't get why you're following me," I say with a long suffering sigh, before I turn back to look at Iemitsu, who was staring at me stunned. "What?"
And so in that life, I became known as the wildly eccentric man who could pickpocket you blind without either of you noticing, and who insisted he was 195 years older than he really was, and that his dog was 88 when she was born, though no one but Reborn ever took me seriously on those points.
I gathered my guardians, cleaned much of the mafia up, and when I was twenty-four, discovered that Byakuran remembered our past lives, looked into the experiment the Estraneo had done on Mukuro, and died at eighty-eight, after bonding with Byakuran over things only we knew.
My fourth life, I understood everything I remembered when I was three. This time, I decided to stay home, and try hacking, and to advoid having Timoteo seal my flames. I found Mizuki.
I started supplying information to Byakuran once I got past the Gesso network securities when I was five, and he insisted in setting up and account and paying me like bosses normally did to their hackers, as well as sending me a wide range of presents, and small ones for Mizuki, my Moon. When ever asked who his Hacker was, he only told the others that I was his "Little Sparrow". I don't say anything when I find electronic file putting Hayato into the Bovino's care, so I'm only half surprised to find paper work a year later putting "Gokudera Hayato and his Godson Bovino Lambo" into the surprisingly protective and well protected against hacking Momokyokai Yakuza group when I hear about a new kid in the class next to mine when I turn nine.
I was also constantly being ambushed by Hibari and Ryohei, who fought each other half the time, trying to get my to train them to fight, leaving my to drag them into Takesushi and glare them into accepting a meal, Mizuki snorting at my side.
Mukuro had been caught by Byakuran as soon as he escaped the Estraneo and was shipped to me by plane, as soon as I contacted Byakuran. When I got him, I simply told him that as long as he made sure I knew where he was down to the decimeter squared, and could contact him when ever I wanted to, and yes, I know you can do that, I would let him go. When he was done making the "line", I tell him, "Nagi is in Tokyo."
"What?" Mukuro asks incredulously, his eyes tearing away from the mark that resembled half of a blurred shield that I had drawn onto my skin with a sharpie on my left arm near my wrist. "What about Nagi?"
"She's your sister, right?" I ask, pushing him to the door. "I gave you the premission to go. Take it."When I was thirteen, I arranged it so that as soon as Nagi was stablised in Tokyo, she was transfered to Namimori, and the organs I had found the week before were inserted as soon as I could arrange for it to happen.
Reborn came, and once again, I told him my true age, 296, and he believed me, but unlike last time, he asked why.
" 'Cuz," I said simply before telling him I was Little Sparrow.
"And how are you still alive?" Reborn asked, and I gave him a blank stare.
"I'm 296."
Byakuran has good security, and he was the only one who knew my identity.
I got my guardians together quickly, and Bovino showed up to give Lambo a five year Bazooka (whoever they were testing stuff on obviously wasn't as good as Lambo) that lasted 10 minutes.
The Ring battles.
The 5-years into the future trip. (I convinced Byakuran to pretend with Shoichi)
Shimon.
The Acrobaleno Battles.
Accepting the full weight of Vongola.
The five years back trip. (No paperwork!)
Various battles.
Making coffee and tea and everyone loving it.
Getting shot to save Hayato.
You know what, I'm 302 now.
Almost 303.
I'm thirsty, so off I go.
Ll mio cielo.
Hi guys, I'm back! How do you like this really long chapter of background info that doesn't really have bearing on the current story! *ducks rotten tomatoes* I knew you'd like it! *ducks sprouted potatoes*
By the way, inspiration for his second life came from
The Sea Lion byEchoing Fantasy
It's not exactly the same but it's still this really awesome story.
Also, the other lives were kind of supposed to be a Phantom Theif and the hacker Stereo type, but yeah, it failed.
Chapter 10: Chapter 10
My eyes fly open and I tighten my arms around the body in front of me as my dream plays out again behind my closed eyes, that had shut as soon as they were open. Eventually, my grip loosened as I slowly realize it was only a dream and my eyes open to give me a face full of Byakuran's white night shirt.
I let go of him and turn so I'm facing the other way, frowning when instead of Mukuro, I see Mizuki. I wiggle out from under the covers, pausing when Byakuran grumbles, only to wiggle closer to Mizuki and wrap an arm around her. I carefully climb out of the window and onto the roof, settling next to Mukuro, whose legs were swinging back and fourth, back and fourth, and I contemplate all the other ties I've done this as I wrap an arm around Mukuro.
The haunting mist raises out of the valley, wavering and beautiful.
The first time, he had sat on a dock, feet swinging back-back and forth as I settled down, but he had flinched back from me and stilled even as I let my legs dangle into the cool water, that had covered my ankles as I let my feet hang.
"What is it?" I ask as I slowly pull my jacket off, sighing at the feeling of cool air.
"D- don't" he stutters, and I move closer, making to comfort him, but he tries to throw himself away with a cry, almost falling off the dock before I pull him back and wrap him in a hug. Now that I'm touching him, I can feel him shivering.
"Are you sick?" I ask, pushing his bangs back to feel his temperature, making him shiver even harder. Normal.
"what's wrong?" I ask him as he starts to struggle again, patient in my quest.
"You . . . pure . . . dirty," he mumbles as his struggles slowly die down. I frown, and let him go back a little, keeping a firm grip on him, and using my left hand to tilt his chin up when he refused to look at me, his red-eye closed as tears came out.
"Mukuro . . . Mukuro, look at me," I order firmly as he tries to duck away from me, and he pauses before looking up reluctantly. "You are not dirty."
"But-" he starts, no longer trying to escape. His eyes are down cast and red-rimmed.
"No," I say firmly, shaking him slightly before drawing him into a hug again.
After a while, I draw back slightly to examine his expression before nodding. "So, what was it?"
"My paths," Mukuro replies, his voice muffled as I let him bury his head into my shirt. "The lives I lived through were . . . not the nicest."
"Mmm," I hum, and rock him gently, listening to the crickets around us.
Let the mist raise to protect the sky.
Chrome had been frantic when she found us an hour later, and she had been confused, but noticeable releaved when she noticed Mukuro's red rimmed but clear eyes. She had scolded us lightly before helping us back.
The other confrontations had been mostly similar, except for the locations, which had been, in order; a Sequoia tree in the United States (he'd nearly given me a heart attack when he tried to throw me off), The Leaning Tower of Pisa (again, a heart attack), and the Effile Tower (by which I'd started thinking he enjoyed giving me heart attacks). Now, I simply let Mukuro rest his head on my chest as we stare up at the stars.
"The lives, they were different this time," Mukuro said, speaking for the first time since he had asked me to lie down.
"I think it was always that way," I say, letting my fingers thread through his hair. "You never had the same lives. It was that way before."
"You mean I won't remember this when you go on?" Mukuro asked, panic in his voice as he sits up to face me in the darkness, making my hands slide out of his hair.
"That's right," I say calmly, pulling him back down and gently carding through his hair with my hands again.
"What about you?" Mukuro asked, his voice pained as he lets me be all touchy-feely.
"I'll be fine," I tell him, laying my head back down with a sigh to stare at the stars again.
"Byakuran said that you went unresponsive, and you probably wouldn't have come back if he hadn't been there," Mukuro said.
"I'll be fine," I repeat, before both of us still as a baby's cry splits the air, and we listen as Shamal feeds Ieyatsu with a grumble before burping him and rocking him back to sleep.
"Come on Mukuro," I say with a sigh once I'm sure Shamal's asleep again, making Mukuro's head slide into my lap. "Let's go back down and get some sleep."
Mukuro grumbles, but obligingly sits up and slides down the roof to climb back into my room before helping me do the same, and we both slide back into my bed, one on either side of Byakuran and Mizuki.
Byakuran opens his eyes, meeting mine for a second to stare at me unimpressed, before he falls back asleep.
In the morning, it's loud and crazy, but Mukuro doesn't flinch when I grab his hand so we can herd everyone five and up to school, and when I hug him before he has to leave, he only hesitates for a moment before returning my hug rather possessively.
"Come on Mukuo!" Byakuran calls, and the hug breaks up, leaving us to walk to our separate classrooms. I walk Emma to her class like usual, and make help Seishin to her class, Hayato following me like glue before we get to our class where we split up to go to our seats which are on opposite sides of the room. I don't pay attention to the teacher, long having gotten bored of her lessons.
I look out the window as I consider asking Kyoya to put me into the Disciplinary Committee. I could organize it, and I know that he's already started that, so it wouldn't be that hard. Paperwork is honestly less boring, even if it is more tiring.