I do not own KHR.


CHAPTER TWELVE

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"Tsuna?"

"Hey, where are you going, Dame-Tsuna?"

"..."

They were all surprised when Tsuna suddenly ran away from them after that cry. The sound was really soft, and only people with really good hearing could hear it. But No Good Tsuna heard it.

Reborn and Yamamoto decided to follow him. Hibari turned around, heading somewhere while Mukuro just stood there watching Chianti with a smile on his face.

"This is some fine world you made," the dark-haired man said, his mismatched eyes not leaving the face of the other boy even as his hand gestured towards their surroundings. "It's a pity you can't keep it all together."

"Thank you." Chianti just smiled. He did feel the hostile aura from the Kokuyo student, and he showed it with the humorless small smile that he gave. "As you can see, it's patterned from the days of three hundred years ago. After all, the master who is the cause for all of this to happen lived since those times."

Mukuro raised his eyebrows, widening his smile. "Are you saying that this master of yours is already three hundred years old?"

"Well, three hundred and fifteen, to be exact," Chianti replied, looking up while thinking. He turned slightly to the direction where Tsuna and the others had run off to. "But it's better if we talk about it with Tsuna. I'm sure he can explain it all properly to all of you."

And then he also run. Mukuro just shrugged and followed.

Tsuna thought that the stupid wall was endless. It wasn't usually like that, since he always stayed behind those dusty stony walls. He knew that the Reborn and the others were following him, and he still got a lot of things to explain to them, but that particular crying is his to priority. So he just run and didn't use his flames to fly, and just let Yamamoto and Reborn follow him while focusing on the crying sound.

"Waiiiit!" he yelled, already panicking. "I'll be right there."

He ran the length of the old road. He stumbled on a small rock somewhere and face-planted before immediately getting up and running. Finally, he saw the gate and readily entered.

But a hand shot out to stop Tsuna.

"Where are you going?" Reborn asked in his dark tone. His head was slightly tilted to cover a bit of his face, making his aura darker. Tsuna shivered at the sight but moved to pull himself from the grip.

"Follow me. I'll tell you inside," Tsuna said. He shrugged Reborn's hand off and watched as Yamamoto caught up with them. He ran as the other two males also turned to follow him inside, when the wonderful sight and scent greeted them.

It was a simple garden carpeted with green grass. There was the tall tree of sakura that let its surroundings bathe with its magnificently falling petals. And the mansion was huge, directly cut out from historical documentaries. Tsuna ran to the side of the house and kicked off his slippers before stumbling into the wooden corridor, pushing open the shogi doors as fast as he could.

"Yosh yosh," he said in a calming tone as he knelt down the side of a futon lying on the boards and picked up the one that lay there. "Don't cry..."

Reborn and Yamamoto removed their shoes and entered.

"Sorry for the intrusion," Yamamoto said politely. He looked over to Tsuna and his smile widened. "Wow, what a cute kid."

Tsuna blinked, blushing as he slightly rocked the infant on his arms. It was no more than a tiny thing, about several days old, but with odd white hair thinly covering its head. It was pale white too but looked healthy with the baby fat on its cheeks, arms and legs.

"Who is he?" Reborn asked, still with his serious air.

"He's my son. I..." Tsuna frowned slightly. "I still haven't named him."

Reborn punched him on the head, saying, "How far does your stupidity go?"

"Please don't hurt Tsuna-san," Chianti said, stepping into the scene with Mukuro behind him. "I'm sure he can explain to you what's going on."

"You said he's your son?" Mukuro asked, a smile on his face. He looked at Tsuna's face and the face of the child. "How interesting... So he's the Eleventh Generation Boss of Vongola."

"I won't hand him over to Mafia," Tsuna said, holding the infant protectively to his chest.

"Hey, guys," Yamamoto said with his laid-back smile. "Isn't it time to go? I thought that this illusion world is collapsing...?"

As if on cue, the ground shook and the walls of the houses cracked.

"I'm at my limit," Chianti said, dropping to his knees. "The Rain Guardian is right. We should leave gensō no sekai."

"So you are the illusionist," Reborn said in a quiet tone.

"But when Hibari first fought against him, doesn't he have Storm flames?" Yamamoto asked.

"He has multiple flames, and the dominant one is the Mist," Tsuna explained, standing up. He was already in his Hyper Dying Will Mode. "But with all of his Mist flames used to keep Gensō no sekai existing, he relies on his other flame attribute when fighting."

Chianti took a deep breath. "I'm opening a door outside now. It'll lead you to the Nanimori Middle School grounds."

"Wait." Tsuna looked around. "Where's Lambo?"

"He's not here," Yamamoto said, also searching the ground for any sign of any cow-printed clothes. "Where is the kid?"

Suddenly, the ground shook harder. Chianti whimpered, but still waved a hand to the air as he supported himself with the other. A elliptical piece of darkness about the height of Tsuna appeared. "Everybody exit through this door before Gensō no sekai completely collapses!"

Tsuna, thinking that Mukuro was Chrome, handed the infant to the Mist Guardian before exiting the house. "Take care of him for a while. I'll just look for Lambo."

The child giggled on Mukuro's arms. The illusionist was sure that the infant was laughing at his hair.

"I'll take you on, Jyuu-ichi daime," the boy with that particular pineapple hairstyle said as he glared down the gurgling child. But a shove on his back broke his stare.

"I said exit through that door," Chianti said, heaving.

"What about you?" Yamamoto asked.

"I'm following Tsuna," he replied. Snapping his fingers, the dark door widened and extended to tendrils. These dark stems coiled around Mukuro, Yamamoto and Reborn and dragged the three to the door. "I have to protect him, in my master's stead."

"Master?" Reborn repeated in a question, but the three were already outside Gensō no sekai. And a dark mist coiled around them as they turned around and faced the men in tattered black cloaks and half undone bandages.

"More sacrifices to achieve my goal," the child-like Vindice said, smiling as he looked over the three. Bermuda stood in proud as he emitted the flames of the Night. "Come and let's play."


A/N:

Multiple flames - Gokudera and Lal Mirch have it too. Even Daemon Spade.

Jyuu-ichi daime - I assume that that is the translation of "Eleventh heir." Correct me if I'm wrong, people.

I mentioned in chapter 1 that I wrote this story about a year ago. But I only finished halfway through chapter 7 and is just continuing the story every week. So the original plot kind of changed and the updates are in irregular intervals. Sorry about that. :)