AN: So here's the Sun Fight Chapter. Mist and Cloud will be one chapter and I'm halfway through writing it as of publishing time. Aiming to have it done by Sunday and sent off to my beta.

Tsuna sat down next to Basil at the breakfast table. I-Pin groggily poked at her food. Lambo wasn't anywhere to be seen. The hyperactive boy was most likely still in bed. The two children had been up late keeping watch over Nana in case Iemitsu tried to show his face again. It was unlikely, what with the Arcobaleno in town minus the Mist having taken up residence in the house. Shamal also made for a very nice deterrent. The man could be ruthless when a woman was threatened. The fact that he genuinely liked Nana and despised what Iemitsu had done to her just made him more vicious. Tsuna trusted the perverted doctor with her mother, though she still did warn him not to try any funny stuff.

"You need to eat more," Tsuna said as she put more food onto her brother's plate. She eyed him, nodded, and then filled her own plate with food. "With all the training and the running around we're doing, I know that little bit of food isn't enough."

Basil flushed and a tiny smile pulled at his lips. It was…nice to be cared for like this. He could feel Tsuna's Sky Flame curling around him in a protective embrace. Even though she had a Rain Guardian already, he could feel a bond forming between them. He didn't know if she was just that powerful a Sky or if it had to do with them being blood relations, but it made something inside he hadn't even realized was tense relax. He picked up his chopsticks and ate the bit of rolled omelet she had shoved on his plate. He was hungry and Nana was a fantastic cook.

"Tsu-nee?" Fuuta muttered from his place at the table. His ever present book resting at his side.

"Hm? What is it, Fuuta?"

"Who's fighting tonight?" the Ranking Prince frowned, his eyebrows drawing together, "And can some of your people take me to the library?"

She smirked. "Run out of books again?"

Fuuta pouted at her. "It's not my fault I like to read."

"I know." Her smirk turned into a smile as she shook her head. "I'm sure someone can take you to the library. I-Pin, you want to go with him, or stay here with Mom?"

"Stay. I tired," the Chinese girl muttered, her eyelids drooping.

Tsuna winced. "It shouldn't be too long now. The girls have searched most of the city, so the places he could be hiding are getting smaller and smaller. He's not getting out of Namimori alive."

"How do you know he hasn't left?" Basil asked. His head tilted slightly as he looked at her.

"He wants Mom back and he wants me to be his perfect little puppet," she snorted and shook her head. "Thinking back on it, I kind of wonder if he had anything to do with the other heirs' deaths. It would make sense. Put his clumsy, sealed, dependent, civilian daughter on the throne and use her as a puppet while still keeping his power in the CEDEF."

Basil could feel his blood turn to ice at the thought. What she said made a lot of sense. How had the Capulet Famiglia known where Enrico was going to be? How had an assassin gotten through Massimo's security and abducted him from a Vongola property? How had Frederico vanished for three days before anyone looked for him? Once is happenstance, twice is a coincidence, three times is enemy action. The question was just who was the enemy? The Varia had much the same reason as Iemitsu did for taking out the other heirs. Maybe they just hadn't gotten around to killing Tsuna before everything happened?

"Lal's already got someone looking into that," Reborn's voice came from out of nowhere. Basil was suitably impressed by his sister's seeming lack of reaction. If it hadn't been for how immersed he was in her Flames, he would never have been able to tell just how startled she was.

"Oregano?" the blond asked. Reborn nodded.

Before Tsuna could say anything, a knocking sound interrupted. Sighing, the yakuza boss stood up and went to the front door. Peering through the peephole, she frowned. Kyoko fidgeted where she stood on the front stoop. Tsuna unlocked and opened the door.

"Kyoko, is something wrong?" Tsuna asked as she eyed the nervous girl.

Kyoko twisted the edge of her shirt in her fingers and shook her head. "I just…Onii-chan said his fight is tonight."

"Ah." There wasn't much she could say about that. Of course Kyoko was worried about her brother. It only made sense. "Want to come in and talk about it? I think there's some breakfast left if you're hungry."

"No, just some tea, thank you." the timid teen said as she crossed the threshold and removed her shoes. She entered the dining area and froze. "Um…"

"That's Basil, my brother," Tsuna explained as she walked in behind her friend.

"Brother?" Kyoko was flabbergasted.

"Iemitsu is an asshole," Tsuna said with a shrug as she went to fix tea. "I'll have the tea ready in just a bit. Basil, this is Sasagawa Kyoko, Ryohei's little sister. She's a civilian whose gotten caught up in matters before as a hostage."

"Oh, um, hello," her brother muttered from where he sat and sent a slightly panicked looked at Tsuna. The yakuza boss shrugged and went to fix the tea. She came back to a very quiet room with an awkward silence that made her skin itch. I-Pin had vanished sometime in the five minutes it took make a pot of tea. Reborn was nowhere to be seen, not that he couldn't be hiding somewhere nearby to spy on this conversation.

Sighing, Tsuna set down two cups of green tea and Basil's preferred coffee. "So, what is it you wanted to ask me about, Kyoko?"

"I just," Kyoko began and paused as she tried to get her words in order. "Why does Onii-chan need to fight?"

Tsuna sighed deeply. This was going to be hard to explain without giving too much away and dragging the girl further into the mafia than she should be. "Right of succession. There is a challenger who says I am unworthy of my position and Ryohei has sworn to fight for me."

"But, fighting…" the civilian teen muttered while looking down into her cup. "I know you want me and Hana to learn to fight to protect ourselves, and I get fighting is just something you're more relaxed about than I am, but Onii-chan is everything I have. If he was to get hurt…"

"He has a good chance at winning," Tsuna tried to soothe her friend's worries. "He has a good teacher and he's stubborn as an ox. I don't think he's going to give up this fight until he wears his opponent down."

There was silence. Basil shifted in place. He was uncomfortable with this girl. There was just something about the Sun Guardian's sister that made his insides squirm and his mind race. The sly looks Tsuna sent him every so often didn't help matters. If it hadn't been for the training Lal had put him through, he knew his face would be red.

"I just don't want him to fight," Kyoko finally got out.

"You'd have a better chance making the sun stop rising before you could get Ryohei to stop fighting," Tsuna stated as blandly as she could. Kyoko looked up at her in surprise. "Kyoko, before the Fuuma-kai incident, before Ryohei ever pledged loyalty to me, he was fighting in underground fights. He had multiple families trying to recruit him. He's too much of a fighter in spirit to learn to not fight. Keeping him from fighting would be like taking a fish from water and expecting it to breathe air. It would kill him. He'd try and that would hold for a while, but he'd be dragged back in. It's in his nature and can't really be changed."

"I see," Kyoko murmured softly as she stared into her cup. Slowly she looked up at her friend. "Does that make me a bad sister, that I want him to stop fighting?"

"No," Basil said, surprising himself. He blinked as the two girls' attention focused on him. Tsuna motioned for him to go on. She was smirking. That worried him. "No, so long as you mean it with love. You worry he's going to get hurt, and he probably will, but it's his choice and you need to respect that."

"What he said," Tsuna said before looking at the clock. "Look, Kyoko, I'm supposed to be meeting with Reborn and Basil's boss. Can you take Basil to the shops and pick up an orange-chocolate cake? I owe Colonello something for dealing with Iemitsu a few nights ago."

"Colonello?" Kyoko frowned as she tried to remember that name.

"He's the one teaching your brother. Someone may have mentioned he has a fondness for a certain type of sweet."

"Um, I, OK," Kyoko agreed with a slightly bewildered look. She never noticed the looks Basil was shooting his sister, who was smiling as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. She knew she had to get her kicks in somewhere, and if something hit off between the two, even better. Basil was one of the few men she would trust not to pressure her non-confrontational friend. Win-Win.

Tsuna stood in a relaxed, ready stance as she waited for Reborn and Lal Mirch. The park near the downtown area was fairly neutral, or at least as neutral as it got in Namimori. The place had a decent amount of foot traffic, so an ambush would not be a good idea on either party's part. Despite the foot traffic, there was a lot of privacy to be had and plenty of places to sit and have a serious discussion. She absently patted the messenger bag at her side just to reassure herself it was still there. The paperwork contained within was important for getting the CEDEF second-in-command on her side.

"Tsunami," Reborn greeted as he walked toward her with another person of his size walking behind him. The infant sized woman eyed Tsuna critically. Tsuna resisted the urge to smirk. It wouldn't do for the persona she was projecting for this meeting. The scar on the woman's right cheek caught her attention, as did the pacifier around her neck. Something about that object and the scar made the hairs on her neck stand on end. They were wrong in a way she just couldn't describe.

"Reborn," the yakuza boss inclined her head in greeting.

"Tsunami, this is Lal Mirch. Lal, Tsunami," Reborn introduced the two to each other and stepped back. Leon glowed for a moment before turning into a camcorder. This was going to be good.

"So you're Iemitsu's kid," Lal began in her brusque tone only to go silent at the nearly visible flare of Sky Flame that came from the petite teen. The soldier's mouth went dry at the sheer purity of the Flames in that flare.

"He may be my paternal DNA donor, but that man is in no way my father," Tsuna spat, her eyes lighting with red tinted orange. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm the raging tempest that was her temper. It worked, sort of. She at least managed to get her Flames under control and not flaring. "Sorry, but that's one of the triggers to my temper. That man just infuriates me with what he's done."

Here Lal's brow raised. That was worrying. "And what did he do?"

Tsuna reached into her messenger bag and silently handed the toddler sized woman a folder. Lal frowned as she opened the folder. Her eyes first sought out the physician. She blinked upon seeing Trident Shamal's signature. How had she not known the man was in Namimori? She'd need to speak to the men stationed there to...find...out...What the fuck? Her eyes went wide as she read over the diagnosis three times. She felt the blood rush from her face. This was bad. She looked up at the stoic face on the teen.

"This can't be real," she said firmly.

Tsuna shook her head sadly. "No, it's real. He's a dead man walking for it."

Lal was appalled. "How could the men we have stationed here miss that?"

"Current thought among my people is that they didn't," Tsuna sighed. She was beginning to get the feeling she could trust the soldier. "Either that or the Bastard sent the most incompetent here so he could give a show of having Mom and I guarded while not letting his depravity be known."

"I-That-" Lal stood there just reading through the medical charts, the doctor's notes, the observations of Sawa-Tsunami's own Guardians, particularly Gokudera Hayato's notes since the bomber had more experience with Dying Will Flames than the Japanese teens. All of the evidence was damning. Iemitsu, the idiot, had done such a thing to the woman he claimed to love. "How could he do this?"

Tsuna shrugged and leaned back on her heels. "Personally, I think the man is a narcissist who refuses to see reality as it is. I am told that is a dangerous thing in Active Flame Users and may be the reason he has no Guardians of his own. Mental Dissonance or something. Hayato tried to explain it to me, but a lot of the terminology he used was Italian. I'm not too good at that language yet."

"You are getting better, Tsunami," Reborn said from where he was sitting up in a tree, using the height advantage to get better angles for the blackmail footage. It wasn't often Lal became flabbergasted.

"Not good enough for that kind of technical discussion," Tsuna shot back before turning her attention back to Lal. "This does bring up something I've been thinking about, though."

"What?" Lal asked as she closed the folder and looked up at the girl.

"How will the CEDEF survive after he dealt with? Are they more loyal to him than Vongola? Will they rebel and retaliate against me?"

Lal eyed her. Those were good questions. "The best of the CEDEF are mine. I trained them and they are loyal to me. The lower ranks are more in awe of Iemitsu, what with his relation to the Primo. They may follow him out of some sort of misplaced honor or loyalty, at least until the facts about his actions are revealed. Then it's a toss up of who they believe more."

"Then the question becomes, Lal Mirch, are you willing to swear loyalty to me?"

There was a pause.

"You've got chutzpah, kid."

Tsuna smirked. "I've been running a yakuza group since I was 10. If I didn't have initiative, I'd have been killed already."

"What?" Lal stated blankly. Then she looked over at the far too amused Reborn. "What?"

"I'm the head of the Akatora-kai. You might have heard of the Great Tiger? That's me." The teen grinned. Her shoulder shook as she visibly held back laughter at the look on the soldier woman's face. She was starting to get why Reborn was such a troll. It was entertaining.

Br-r-ring. Br-r-ring.

Tsuna's eyes widened as she pulled out her phone. Glancing at the name, she frowned and held it to her ear. "Basil?"

Lal turned back to face her. That was interesting. She knew Basil had disappeared on some mission Iemitsu had given him, but to be here in Namimori and close to the girl, that had implications. Maybe the idiot was trying to set them up to strengthen ties between the main house and the CEDEF?

"What? Kyoko get somewhere safe. I'll have help incoming," Tsuna snapped and ended the call only to hit another button. "Yuusuke, get the boys downtown. We have some cleaning to do."

As her arm lowered, the phone call ending automatically as her second ended the call from his end to organize things, Reborn jumped down from his perch. "Tsunami?"

The yakuza boss ignored him to focus her attention on the soldier woman. "I need to know now, Lal Mirch. Who do you give your loyalty to? Iemitsu or Vongola?"

Lal did not hesitate. "Vongola."

"Good. Then follow me. There's some house cleaning you're going to need to do." The words made a shiver run down Lal's spine. Such a cold tone in what had been such an amicable teen. This girl reminded the woman of several commanders she had served under. If the choice was between the idiot and her, Lal would choose the girl every time. That kind of bearing was earned through blood, tears, sweat, and sacrifice. The soldier felt her lips curl into a smirk as she ran behind the girl as she ran out of the park and toward the shopping district. Sawada Tsunami was going to make one hell of a Decima. The mafia had no idea what it was in for.

Xanxus watched as the brats filed into the school grounds. His eye twitched. The girl was there, so was the Sun and the Storm, but all the other Guardians were absent. What's more, the girl looked like she had been in a fight. Her lips were split though no longer bleeding and purple-blue colored bruises dotted her knuckles. The Storm constantly looked around, searching for something. He remained close to his Sky, close enough he could get in the way of any attacker. That was not comforting, not with the fact the girl controlled the area through her yakuza goons.

"Trash," Xanxus muttered softly enough to only be heard by his own Guardians. Lussuria, a recovered Belphegor, and Mammon frowned at the girl's appearance as well. The Mosca just hummed from its place behind the group. Xanxus forced himself not to smirk at the thought of what the old man was going through in there. The girl obviously had some skill with the famed Vongola Intuition if she had brought her yakuza group to be as powerful as Mammon's information said they were. Just having the Mosca out was a risk, but the opportunity to rub in the old man's face about how the precious female Sky, civilian and untainted by the mafia, was a yakuza.

"Xanxus." Her head inclined ever so slightly. "My apologies for my current state, but there have been...issues. Let's get this fight over with so I can take care of them, ok?"

Xanxus frowned. That was telling. He eyed the two teens with her. Yes, they were tense, but the Sun, he looked ready to kill. What the hell had happened?
"The Sun battle shall proceed immediately." The voice of the Cervello caught everyone's attention. The pink haired woman gave the feeling she was frowning beneath her mask. Where were the Sawada girl's other Guardians?

"Ryohei," the yakuza boss started to say something before shaking her head with a frown. "Just be quick. We've got other business to attend to."

Lussuria grumbled at those words as they got into the ring. With a deft flick, their top was off in his preferred fashion for fighting. They readied themself, watching the white haired Sun enter the ring and get into a fighting stance. A boxer. How delightful. It had been a while since they had gotten the chance to decimate one of them. Add in the additions around the ring the boss had noticed beforehand, and this fight was going to be a cake walk. Really, the boy could barely be considered anything more than a civilian for all that the rumors Mammon had pulled up had him placed as a yakuza member, one of the girl's red tigers. Information on the teen was fairly scarce. Most of Mammon's contacts were hesitant about giving out any information. The informants seemed worried, if not out right terrified, of getting on the girl's bad side.

"Oh, sweetie, don't you look pretty enough to gobble up," Lussuria squealed in an attempt to unnerve the boy, who just snorted and shook his head in amusement. "Well, if that's how you're going to be, honey."

Ryohei's jaw clenched. He wanted this fight over with now. Tsuna needed him for something much more important than this pissing match between two allied factions. His fists curled tighter before relaxing. Breathing deeply, the boxer purposefully ignored the taunting words coming from his opponent. Fighting in the underground matches, he had heard of Lussuria of the Varia. The Muay Thai expert had a reputation for being a little out there, not to mention their preference when it came to kinks. Ryohei steadied up his stance as he brought his arms up into a guard.

There was a click. Blinding light shone down from overhead.

Ryohei let out a small grunt and closed his eyes. He shifted his stance again and was thankful that the floor beneath his feet bounced slightly. That was going to be useful. Less useful was the humming sound faintly coming from all around him and the smell of hot metal. Memories of a certain cage fight flickered through his mind as he ducked out of the way of his opponent's first strike and blocked a second one, pushing the kickboxer back.

Lussuria felt a wild, manic grin form on their face. The boy knew how the game worked. Interesting. They were going to enjoy this. They hadn't had a good fight in ages. They began bouncing on their toes.

The two danced around each other, testing defenses and gauging strength in those gleaning blows. Lussuria grinned like a maniac as the teen kept up with them. Rare was it to find someone who could do so. Too bad the boy wasn't just a bit older. He'd be more to the Varia Sun's taste then.

"Well, I believe we've been at this for long enough, sweetie," the assassin crooned. "Now, I'll make this quick. You've earned that."

Tsuna tensed at that chirped threat. Her teeth ground as she watched Ryohei getting knocked around the ring. True, there hadn't been any decisive blows, but Ryohei had been on the defensive nearly the whole time. Her hand curled into a fist at her side as she glanced over at Hayato, who was looking at the screen of his phone. He looked up at her, his lips in a thin line, before showing the message on the screen to him. She growled. This was just fucking perfect.

"Ryohei, end this. We've got better things to do," she commanded as she pulled out her gloves and slipped them over her hands. Hayato took this as sign to put away the phone and pull out him backup gun.

At those words, the pace of the battle changed. No longer did Ryohei stay on the defensive. His stance changed to a wide, grounded stance perfect for using what Master Colonello had taught him. He focused, watched, waited for his opponent to come at him. He had seen the Muay Thai expert favor one leg slightly, and something told him that wasn't due to an injury. Colonello and Reborn had beaten into his head how difficult it was to put down a combat specializing Sun. It had been a surprise to learn that the worst matchups for him would have been against Bianchi, Shamal or Gokudera on a chemistry kick. Blunt force damage, even piercing damage, could be fixed rather rapidly by a well trained Sun. Poisoning or illness, not so much. Still, enough blunt damage and you could take out an unprepared Sun. Unfortunately for Lussuria, the Varia Sun was very unprepared for what Ryohei had in mind.

Lussuria went in for the kill. The kid was good. A quick death had been earned. They shifted their weight and struck out with their armored leg.

Ryohei grinned. He felt his power surge through him and come to a pinprick at his knuckles. Flesh met steel. For a moment both fighters hung in their positions. Then the bomb went off.

"Maximum cannon!" Ryohei shouted, his voice just audible above the sound of forcibly twisted metal screaming through the air. Lussuria flew upward, body arching gracefully upward to slam into one of the overhead lamps. The tinkling sound of lights shattering and glass falling to the ground ran a counterpoint to the sudden, jarring sound of gunfire nearby. The Varia, caught between surprise at the loss of their expert in hand-to-hand combat and at the sound of gunfire so close by, didn't seem to know which way to react. Xanxus fumed where he stood as he watched the brat's Sun walk over to the prone form of the Varia's Sun Officer and pluck the ring from around their neck. He growled low in his throat as he looked over at the girl and paused. The look on her face wasn't what he was expecting. She was looking away from the fight, facing the schoolyards' entrance. Her Right Hand held his gun in a ready position. The Wrath Sky could tell the safety on that weapon was off and the Storm looked ready to kill whoever came through that fence.

"Boss," Mammon whispered from where they were floating and watching the scene as well.

Whatever else the Mist Arcobaleno was going to say became lost in the screams that came from the other side of the fence. Gunfire erupted. Two people ducked through the gate to take cover behind the thick, stone walls. Hayato exchanged a glance with Tsuna. She shook her head slightly and motioned toward Ryohei. The boxer looked between the cowering men, who still didn't have the wherewithal to notice they were being watched by a rather large group of people consisting of assassins, pink haired freaks, and yakuza, and back to his boss with a raised eyebrow. Tsuna smiled viciously and nodded. The boxer's face went taut with rage.

"What the hell?" Belphegor muttered lowly as he watched the boxer rush the two cowering men and grab them by the collar. The Varia Storm officer was so flummoxed by what was happening, he dropped his imperious attitude. The enraged Sun dragged the men before his boss and stood ominously behind them,. His knuckles cracked.

"So, you are the two who got away," Tsuna hummed and nodded. She shared a look over their quivering men's heads with Ryohei. His lips pulled back into a wordless, soundless snarl that made him look more like a ravenous beast than a man. "Ryohei, feel free to show them my displeasure. I hate traitors."

"Abbi pietà (have mercy)," one of the men managed to get out before the boxer's hands decided on him.

"There is no mercy for scum like you," Tsuna said blankly as she took a step back. She did not want to get caught in the blood spatter.

"Trash, what the hell is going on?" Xanxus finally asked as he watched the Sun who had just one-shotted Lussuria beat down two men he was fairly certain were CEDEF agents.

Tsuna turned to face her opposite. "This is not a matter for the Varia. Akatora business."

"Tsunami!" Basil yelled as he slid through the gate and froze at the sight of Ryohei beating the two CEDEF agents. He blinked and shook his head before walking sedately over to his sister and stowing his weapon, a kind of blade edged boomerang, onto his back. "Well, I see you got them."

"Yes. Where's Mirch?" she asked as she looked her brother over. Aside from a few bruises, he didn't look that injured.

"Right here," Lal said as she bounced out of a tree she had been using as a sniper's blind, as evidenced by the scaled to her size rifle in her hands. She nodded to the Varia leader in greeting. "Xanxus."

The Varia leader stared as he watched the truly effective force behind the CEDEF casually ignore the brutal, and likely to be fatal, beating of two of her men at the hands of the girl's Sun. What the hell was going on?

"I'm fine, Tsunami," Basil muttered sheepishly as she finished looking him over and cataloging his minor injuries.

"I'm not going to have Mama giving me the Look if you come home with anything worse than light bruising," she hissed. "She's taken to the mothering role with you rather well, brother mine."

"Brother?" Xanxus mouthed before his eyes went wide. He began to rub his temples as a headache set in. Wonderful, Iemitsu had a bastard. Just fucking wonderful. At least the trash wasn't a Sky and thus not in the way of succession.

"This is just getting better," Mammon muttered and settled above the Mosca.

"Excuse me," the Cervello woman in charge stepped forward and stopped at the look Lal Mirch and Tsuna sent her. She licked her lips beneath her mask and swallowed dryly. "The next fight is the mist fight."

"Tomorrow at the same time?" Tsuna asked and waited for the woman to nod. "Good. My people should have these scum removed from my territory by then."

"Now the Prince is curious," Belphegor said in his normal imperious tone, having recovered from his surprise rather well.

Tsuna, Hayato and Basil looked over at him and then at each other. A conversation without words seemed to take place among all of them plus Lal Mirch, who had taken up residence on Basil's shoulder. Tsuna sighed and nodded. Lal smirked triumphantly.

"There's issues with the CEDEF," Tsuna ground out as she turned to face the Varia. She blinked and frowned as she saw the still unconscious, bleeding form of the Varia Sun on the ground. "Are you going to take care of him?"

Xanxus snorted but motioned for his people, who were hiding in the wings, to take the downed Sun Officer. Normally he'd have just left the Sun there as an object lesson, but the girls' words from the previous night burned at him.

"Issues with the CEDEF?" he asked as he pointedly ignored what was going on behind him. Mammon perked up at the thought of information to sell. A tiny notebook and pencil appeared in their hands.

"I do not take kindly to those attacking civilians under my protection or just attacking civilians in my territory generally," Tsuna blandly stated, though her tense muscles showed just how angered she was that anyone would dare try such a thing.

"I see." Well, that was one thing he could agree with her on. Such an action, such a challenge, couldn't go unanswered. The death rattles coming from the two victims and the eerie silence of what had been rather steady gunfire showed just how willing she was to answer such a challenge.

Lal snorted. "The fact that they sided willingly with Iemitsu has nothing to do with it, I bet."

"Oh, maybe a little," she shrugged even as a nasty smirk crossed her face. "I'm more pissed about the fact they tried to abduct and likely rape my Sun's little sister, who is one of the few normal female friends I have. Retaliation was a given."

"Not to mention attacking your brother for defending her," Lal continued as she side-eyed the watching Varia, who were both equally impressed and appalled.

"Fuck," Xanxus muttered as his headache continued to grow in severity. He winced and rubbed hard at the bridge of his nose. Tsuna's eyes narrowed at the movement and her Flames slowly diffused into the air in a non-threatening manner. Against his better judgment, the Wrath Sky relaxed against the feeling of those pure Sky Flames curling around him. The headache began to fade. His eyes, which he hadn't realized he had closed, flashed open and he stared in mild shock and horror at the girl in front of him.

Tsuna nodded to him and turned back to her people, plus Lal. All of them were giving her confused looks. "Let's go. We have more pruning to do, and Ryohei, please shower and give Ikeda your clothes to be cleaned before you go home. I do not want Kyoko complaining to me about bloodstains."