"Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a tall, tall tower and outside that tower there lived a dragon--"
"Was he a scary dragon?"
"He had sharp teeth, but the princess knew that he would never hurt her with them. He was a kind dragon and he was only mean to the bad men who came to try to hurt the princess. The dragon would gobble them all up though, so that the princess could live every day without worry."
"Wasn't the princess lonely in the tower if he gobbled everyone up?"
"Of course not! The dragon brought lots of good friends for the princess to play with. He carried them on his back from far away places and they came to stay at the tower where every day became a festival. The princess wasn't alone at all!"
"But, still... Dragons are scary! They're big and... and they have sharp teeth and sharp claws and they roar like this-- RAWR!"
"This dragon was special, though. Sometimes he could turn into a handsome prince and come join the festival with everyone else. When he did, he hugged the princess and told her how much he loved her and that made him less scary when he had to turn into a dragon again. But you know something? It was really the dragon that was lonely. He could only turn into a human when the moon was full. The rest of the time, he was too big to fit into the tower with everyone else so he only got to watch while he guarded the gates around the castle."
"That's sad. Why didn't everyone just go outside and visit the dragon if he was too big to fit in the tower?"
"Because then he wouldn't be able to use his dragon fire to gobble up the bad guys who tried to hurt the princess. He'd be too scared of hurting everyone. But if everyone stayed in the tower, he would be able to keep everyone safe and that made the dragon happy even if he was lonely."
"There has to be something that the princess could do so that the dragon could be happier! It's too sad if he doesn't get to play with everyone that often! He's working hard for everyone but he doesn't get to have any fun! The princess should do something to help him!"
"One day... One day the knight that's asleep in the tower will wake up. Then he will climb down the tower and help the dragon keep the bad men away. Then the dragon won't be lonely because the knight would be strong enough to withstand his dragon fire and he could ride on the dragon's back while they fight together. The knight would probably be scared at first since the dragon is so big and scary, but then the knight would see that the dragon was lonely and they'd become friends. And then everyone would live happily ever after."
"Really?"
"Really. Now go to sleep."
"Can...Can Hotaru be the knight?"
"Ha-hi? Wouldn't you be scared?"
"Yes. Hotaru would be very scared. But Hotaru wouldn't be able to leave the dragon alone. It's too sad. Even if Hotaru is scared right now... One day Hotaru won't be! One day Hotaru won't be scared of anything!"
"Then Hotaru can be the knight. But right now, the knight is supposed to be sleeping. So lay down like a good boy and shut your eyes."
"Yes, Momma. Goodnight."
"Good night, Hotaru."
"Boss! I thought--"
"Don't worry," Tsuna whispered as he walked through the school gates. "I got your message. I know my responsibilities."
"Boss... I'm sorry," Gokudera replied quietly, unable to meet Tsuna in the eyes.
"I guess things don't always work out like we want," he commented with his own eyes locked on where Ryohei was entrapped across the courtyard. Slowly, the crowd around the pillory broke open to let Tsuna through while people scoffed over the fact that Tsuna was walking free. Tsuna ignored their mockery, too focused on the one hurting before him. Without going over the line that the Vendiche guarded, Tsuna knelt down so that Ryohei could see him without arcing his neck.
"Hey! Tsuna!" He called with a wide smile, completely oblivious to the trail of dried blood on his forehead and the ants that feed greedily off of it.
"How are you doing?" Tsuna asked worriedly.
"It's not so bad after the first couple of hours," he chuckled. "This is pretty extreme stuff! I might have to do this again some time!"
"Don't say that," Tsuna pleaded with his heartache etched on his face. "I..."
"It'll be okay," Ryohei soothed with a wide grin. "I'm built for stuff like this, Tsuna."
"Little brother..." Tsuna whispered.
"Eh?"
"I'm still your little brother, aren't I? So, call me little bro," he said firmly despite the tears in his eyes. "I was too stupid before when I told you that I didn't need you. And I'm sorry that I threw all that stuff in your face. I wasn't myself--"
"Water under the bridge, little bro," Ryohei interrupted. "That was over a year ago. I've already forgiven you for all that. It kind of helped me, too. I stopped my bad habits after I found out you knew."
"Is that why you didn't turn your back on me?" Tsuna whispered.
"Hey, little bro," Ryohei grinned without answering.
"What?"
"Join the boxing club!" Ryohei bellowed. Tsuna froze in the face of his enthusiasm despite his current state and slowly, he began to laugh. It was completely outrageous. Despite his ability to withstand pain, he had to be bearing tremendous amounts of it. Yet, all he cared about was Tsuna joining the boxing club. Don Girarde didn't even have clubs!
"Alright," Tsuna laughed while he blinked away tears. "When you get out of here, I'll box with you. But you've got to think of me a good Ring name. I can't have the Extreme Lion Puncher sounding cooler than me."
"I'll think of something Extreme!"
"Think of a name for your nephew, too," Tsuna added quietly.
"You'd let me name your son?" Ryohei roared in surprise, staring at Tsuna with wide eyes.
"I'd be honored and I don't think Kyoko would argue," he smiled. "I... I made a lot of mistakes where Kyoko was concerned, but I'm going to try to make up for that. Assuming she accepts, I'm going to marry her, Ryohei."
"What about Haru?" The boxer asked in shock. Tsuna smiled at the dumb look on his face which were mirrored on no few people around them.
"A lot of countries make allowances for more than one wife," he answered. "Me and Haru are getting a divorce and then I'm going to marry them both. The Ninth still hasn't given his approval, but I'm going to do it anyway. I won't let your nephew be a bastard and I won't let Kyoko suffer for my mistakes. Not anymore."
"Extreme to the limit..." Ryohei whispered. Tsuna smiled, satisfied that he'd given Ryohei enough to think about for a while. That, more than anything, was the problem with this particular torture. The person was left with nothing to think about after a while and only the sensation of pain to fill their mind.
"I've got to go," he murmured. "But I'll be back after class. Okay?" Ryohei nodded, still too shocked to really think properly. Tsuna couldn't blame him. He'd felt the same way after Haru had suggested it in her overwhelming way.
Standing, Tsuna turned to look at his other friends and classmates who had been quietly watching them talk. Tsuna traded looks with his Guardians, who all had the same expression on their faces. They all felt the pain. They all felt the heartache. They all hated it.
But it was required.
"Fire!" Someone screamed from the hallway. "We can't put it out!" Yamamoto wasn't far behind Tsuna in jumping to his feet and darting down the hallway with Gokudera in close pursuit. They all had the same thought it mind. How did a fire start here of all places?!
That was quickly answered as the so-called 'fire' darted forward and knocked Tsuna backward. Rather than panic, Yamamoto and Gokudera loosened up their defensive stances and grinned at one another. The little ball of flame was shining a bright white and there was only one thing they knew that was made of white flame and could move on its own.
"Pr-i-in-n-n-ce," Tsuna gasped as the ball of flame bounced on his chest. "G-e-e-et o-o-o-off!"
"Do you know something about this, Sawada?" Mr. Nigel asked, walking out of his classroom at the commotion. He paused as the fireball slowly slid off of Tsuna's chest to hover on the ground next to him.
"You might say that," Tsuna mumbled sheepishly. Before Mr. Nigel could ask anything more, Tsuna sat up and turned to the fireball beside him. "What are you doing here, Prince? Shouldn't you be with Haru?" In answer, the Flames began to coalesce and harden until a miniature unicorn stood in front of him. Tsuna felt a smile tugging at his lips as the onlookers mumbled their appreciation for the beauty of the small creature. Although they didn't really know it, their appreciation was transferred from Prince to Haru since Prince was made of her Flame.
Tsuna's smile was wiped off his face as Prince charged at him.
"Prince!" Tsuna squealed, scrambling out of the way. "We promised Haru we wouldn't fight!" In reply, Prince slowly walked up to him while Tsuna looked at him with suspicion. As he feared, one of his hooves ground down on Tsuna's foot the moment the creature got close enough. Tsuna gritted his teeth and gave the unicorn a dark look. The little creature didn't look like it particularly cared at the moment. Haru was hundreds of miles away, after all.
"Do that again and I'll step on you, Horse," he growled. Tsuna could feel his teeth cracking as Prince stomped down once more. "Why you--!" Laughingly, Yamamoto and Gokudera both darted forward to restrain Tsuna as he began to charge toward the two-foot tall unicorn. They could all see the merriment in the way Prince twitched his tail and galloped a few feet away in mockery. "Why the hell are you here?!" Tsuna yelled. "If you just--" Tsuna broke off as Prince shook his mane and a white Delving Flame appeared on the tip of his horn.
"You want to tell me something?" Tsuna asked in curiosity, finally calming down now that Prince wasn't picking a fight. Prince nodded and once more began to slowly approach. Shrugging out of his friend's hands, Tsuna knelt down to meet him. Still cautious due to Prince's known habits of animosity toward Tsuna, he held out a hand bearing his own Delving Flame and let Prince bow his horn down to meet it.
Haru sat on the side of a small bed that had been set up for Hotaru, telling him a bedtime story. "The Princess and the Dragon'" had become a nightly routine as Hotaru wanted to know more and more about the festivals that the princess had in her tower. As a side note, Hotaru had begun to show more and more interest in the dragon in the story as time passed.
"Can...Can Hotaru be the knight?"
"Ha-hi? Wouldn't you be scared?"
"Yes. Hotaru would be very scared. But Hotaru wouldn't be able to leave the dragon alone. It's too sad. Even if Hotaru is scared right now... One day Hotaru won't be! One day Hotaru won't be scared of anything!"
"H-He wants..." Tsuna stared at Prince, feeling as if the unicorn had just ripped the floor out from under him. The whole story that Haru had been telling their son was bright in his mind. Even being told the dragon was scary, Hotaru was willing to look past that. It gave him hope that one day Hotaru would understand that Tsuna was the very dragon she told him about. One day, Hotaru might be willing to be the knight at the dragon's side. "Thank you," Tsuna sobbed, unable to hold back tears at the thought.
"Tsuna..." Yamamoto asked worriedly. He paused in his hovering when Tsuna looked up at him with a bright smile.
"He wants to be the knight, Yamamoto," Tsuna exclaimed in joy. "My little Hotaru wants to be the knight." Prince began galloping in circles, happy to have gotten his message across while Tsuna's classmates simply stared with wide eyes. Before Tsuna could get too exhalted, however, Prince charged forward and knocked him over again. "What--?!" He gasped as the horse put a hoof on his chest in warning, pinning him where he'd been knocked back against the wall.
Prince stared down at him with eyes full of emotion and Tsuna flushed. Prince was still pissed at him. Thinking back, Tsuna couldn't really blame him. Haru had surely been upset for a while when Tsuna hadn't called. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't called since then, either.
"Alright!" Tsuna yelled in exasperation. "Tell her I'll visit her as soon as I can. I can't this weekend but I will the first chance I get. I need to get things settled with Kyoko anyway." Prince still wasn't happy. The hoof on his chest rose up and descended, making Tsuna grunt at the impact while Prince tossed his head in irritation. It wasn't enough. "Fine! I'll call myself. Will that make you happy?" Once more the hoof lifted up and once more Tsuna found himself grunting. "Look, Horse," he growled, "If you keep that up you're going to break something and then I'm going to get pretty pissed off myself. What more do you--" Tsuna cut off at the look in Princes' eyes, which seemed to lance straight to Tsuna's heart. "Okay, I get it," he finally grumbled. "I'll apologize and bring gifts for everyone. How's that? Is there something you'd like since you came all this way?"
Prince's eyes lit up, telling Tsuna that there was indeed something. Once more, a Delving Flame flickered on the tip of his head and once more Tsuna reached forward with his own to recieve the message sent by Flame.
Hotaru sat on top of a carousel, too amazed by all the colors and lights to be afraid. Haru stood next to him as the horse under him bounced along the track, holding him steady so that he didn't fall. Prince watched in curiosity, wondering why Hotaru didn't ride him if he liked riding horses so much. Then Prince's eyes caught sight of the bright seat that Hotaru was sitting in and the reins in his hands. Maybe Hotaru needed such things to feel safe...?
"You want a saddle?" Tsuna goggled in surprise. Prince nodded. "Where the hell am I going to get one small enough to fit you?!" Tsuna grunted and restrained himself from ringing the unicorn's neck when the hoof crashed down once more as if to say 'that's your problem'. "Fine," Tsuna replied through clenched teeth. "I'll figure it out. Now get out of here before I break my promise to Haru and break your neck." All the breath was knocked out of him as Prince used him as a stepping stone to jump sideways. Before his breathe returned and he could grab the creature, Prince turned into a ball of Flame and went flying out the nearest window.
"Are you okay, Tsuna?" Yamamoto asked with barely restrained laughter.
"No," Tsuna grumbled, taking his friend's offers of aid in order to get to his feet. "I was just trampled by that damn...damn Horse. I think I'm going to have hoof prints on my chest for the next month."
"He really doesn't like you, does he, Boss?" Gokudera said, also unable to hide the smile in his eyes. Tsuna smiled with him, knowing that Prince's dominant facade was a mirroring representation of Haru's overwhelming energy. It had literally taken a mind of it's own, though.
"I don't think it's that he doesn't like me," Tsuna groaned, rubbing his chest where the unicorn had repeatedly hit him. "It's that he's obstinate where Haru is concerned."
"So why did he come?" Yamamoto asked curiously. Tsuna looked around to find that question mirrored on all the faces around them.
"Just to give me a bit of a wake up call," Tsuna blushed. Regardless of how anyone pried, he refused to say more. One thought continued to circle in his head, though, making the day more bearable despite how Ryohei was suffering outside.
Hotaru wanted to be the knight!
"Don't worry, Tsuna," Yamamoto murmured, patting Tsuna on the back. "This kind of thing is nothing to him." Tsuna nodded, but didn't tear his eyes away from the rain pouring down outside of the Gym. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that the sky had broke open at mid-day. The water would wash the ants off of Ryohei and give him something to wet his throat, but he was also exposed to it, as well. Even the warm shower could make him sick since he was forced to be out in it without care.
"Tomorrow is the last day, right?" He asked quietly. Yamamoto nodded softly, knowing exactly what Tsuna was thinking about. Hoping that he could find something to distract Tsuna with, Yamamoto grabbed Gokudera's attention an tossed his head toward the scorekeeper's table. After nodding in understanding, they both slipped over and began fiddling with the controls in hopes that they could bring up the television built into the rarely-used scoreboard.
"Hey, turn it up!" Someone called from the bleachers where the other students had been trying to find something to pass the time. The yell had the effect of grabbing Tsuna's attention like desired and he soon found himself watching the news broadcast as Gokudera found the switch to raise the sound levels.
"...at this time. Furthermore, the police and investigators have turned over Crimson Curtain's so-called evidence to specialists in order to determine the validity of the proof before acting upon it," the broadcaster announced. "Teidor has refused comment on the matter and the authorities have restricted him from leaving the country until further notice. We have Erica on site at the Teidor residence with..."
"What's going on?" Tsuna inquired in curiosity.
"It's another Crimson Curtain attack, Boss," Gokudera answered with a dark look on his face.
"I thought the Crimson Curtain was just a fake character that the Ninth--"
"No," Yamamoto interjected. "He used Crimson Curtain's identity to fool you, but Crimson Curtain is someone else entirely. My contacts have been going nuts about him for a while now. This is the second attack this week."
"Wait..." Tsuna murmured in shock. "So the guy who hacked me wasn't the Ninth?!"
"No," Gokudera answered, making Tsuna collapse into the nearest seat in wide-eyed confusion. "Crimson Curtain hacked into the database. The Ninth used his identity and the fact that he hacked you to cover himself in order to release those photos on Ari's command."
"Then the data...?"
"We're still tracking it all down," Gokudera answered while biting his lip in frustration. "Cadenza said that there was a virus built into the hack. Whatever Crimson Curtain stole, he covered his tracks. Cadenza and her team are still trying to find what trail he left through our systems, but the virus has destroyed most of it."
"When we get home, I need to see what she's compiled," Tsuna ordered. "No matter how inconsequential it seems, I have to know what information Crimson Curtain has got a hold of. There's things that he could have gotten through my connection that he wouldn't have been able to access any other way."
"I'll call and tell her to have a report ready, Boss," Gokudera replied, dashing off to find some quiet privacy to make his call.
"Yamamoto, I need--"
"There you are, my dear Tsunayoshi," a voice popped in behind him. Tsuna automatically stiffened at Mukuro's voice and he felt no few heads turn in their direction.
"I thought I told you to go away, Mukuro," he growled through clenched teeth. "Shouldn't you be on a plane going elsewhere?"
"I had a few things to take care of," he replied in open amusement. Tsuna twitched despite himself at the feeling of Mukuro playfully tweaking his hair.
"I don't have time for your games," Tsuna snarled, turning in his seat to face the man standing behind him. "I--"
"Not even if I can give you your eye back?" Mukuro smiled, knowing from Tsuna's blank face that he'd gotten the attention he wanted.
"M-My eye?"
"Indeed," Mukuro replied with a smile twitching on the corner of his lips. Tsuna's expression went from shocked hope to darkened irritation in an instant.
"I won't pay."
"Kufufufu," he chuckled in reply. "You guard yourself well against me. Alas, you have already paid me well enough in advance. I do not require more." Knowing exactly what Mukuro meant, Tsuna felt himself flush which only sent Mukuro into another fit of merriment. Of all people, Mukuro knew how to best get under his skin.
"Alright," Tsuna agreed hesitantly after a moment.
"Tsuna--!" Yamamoto objected, jumping to his feet. "Are you going to trust him after--"
"It's okay," Tsuna soothed, giving Mukuro a deep look. "I don't know what he's going to do, but I don't sense any ill will from him. Even though he's acting playful, he's deadly serious."
"You see through me so easily," Mukuro murmured in open pleasure.
"Not at all," Tsuna corrected with a smile playing on his lips. "I just know that I can kill you at any time if you screw with me anymore."
"Your words make me tremble," the illusionist replied with an expression that said he didn't mean with fear. Tsuna sighed and shot him a long-suffering look in which Mukuro chuckled at. "Let me in your mind," Mukuro ordered quietly, getting down to business. Tsuna nodded while Yamamoto anxiously approached. Out of the corner of his eye, Tsuna noticed several of his classmates curiously watching, too, since they had nothing better to do. Cheri noticed his glance and took it as him asking her to approach.
"Shut your eyes, Tsunayoshi,' Mukuro ordered. Tsuna obeyed, willing to do almost anything in order to get his lost sight back. Tsuna bit his lip when he felt Mukuro on the corners of his mind, but didn't immediately push him out. "It is not your eye that is broken," Mukuro whispered on the edges of his mind. "It is that your mind refuses to accept that it is still in one piece. Let me see what I can do about convincing it."
"Very well," Tsuna replied aloud, unsure if Mukuro could hear his thoughts like Prometheus had. "But if I feel any threat..." Tsuna felt assent from within him before Mukuro dived into his mind. He gasped at the feeling of Mukuro rapidly rummaging around and immediately increased his Flame to push him out. Mukuro flew out ahead of it, though, with his work already completed. Tsuna could tell due to the merriment on his face when he snapped his eyes back open.
"It is done," Mukuro murmured with a smile playing along his lips at Tsuna's panicked expression.
"Eh?" Tsuna blinked. "I don't feel any different."
"Are you alright, Tsuna?!" Cheri exclaimed worriedly. Tsuna looked around in surprise to find that he had a crowd around him. In a few seconds, not only had Gokudera returned and Yamamoto moved closer, but numerous people from his class had come to watch.
"You screwed with my time perception again," Tsuna grumbled, giving Mukuro a dark look.
"Kufufufu," he chuckled. "Don't worry, my little Mafia Boss. I only peeked a little bit."
"Mu-ku-ro..." Tsuna growled, jumping to his feet. He immediately sat back down, however, at a wave of dizziness that passed over him.
"Boss...!" Gokudera cried, reaching out to steady him.
"I'm okay," he soothed after shaking his head a few times to clear it. "What did you do, Mukuro?"
"Kufufufu," he chuckled. "It took some convincing in order to fix the link that was broken. I have done what I can. Be careful on how you use it, my dear Tsunayoshi. Until the color returns, it will not be as strong as your other eye."
"It's fixed?" Tsuna asked, unable to believe that the damage had been corrected so easily.
"I would have done it sooner," Mukuro admonished, "But no one was willing to tell me how it was harmed. It took quite some doing in order to find out on my own."
"Is that where you've been disappearing to?" Yamamoto inquired.
"Let us see how my work went," Mukuro replied without intending to answer the question. Tsuna nodded and allowed him to reach forward to pull of his eye-patch. Fearful of being let down, Tsuna clenched his eyes shut despite the fact that Mukuro laughed at him for it. "Come now, Tsunayoshi. You can not see with your eyes shut. Open them." Cautiously, Tsuna cracked his previously blind eye open.
He immediately cried out in surprise and fell backward in his chair as a ball of blue Flame went flying toward his face.
"Tsuna...?" Yamamoto asked worriedly, pulling back his hand from where he'd been reaching down to inspect Tsuna's eye. Tsuna stared at him from where he had fallen backward on the floor with a face full of panic and fear. "Tsuna... what's wrong?"
"Boss," Gokudera added worriedly despite the laughter going on around them. Tsuna jerked and scrambled backward in fear when Gokudera stepped forward. A cold sweat had broken out on his forehead and his eyes continued to dart around without seeming to recognize anything around him.
"Tsunayoshi," Mukuro called in open worry matching that of the others. Rather than move toward where Tsuna had backed himself against the wall while he began to hyperventilate in his panic, Mukuro stayed completely still. "Tsunayoshi," he repeated firmly, finally getting Tsuna's attention.
"M-M-Mukuro," he stuttered. "W-W-Where are y-you?"
"I'd move to show you, but I fear you'll panic even further," Mukuro replied. "You're acting quite unlike yourself."
"Of course I am!" Tsuna yelled as the crowd grew silent, finally realizing that Tsuna's actions were more than just silly antics. "Where are you?! I've got to get out of here!"
"What do you see, Tsunayoshi?" Mukuro inquired with narrowed eyes.
"Fire!" He yelled with his eyes continuing to dart from person to person in fear. "The whole gym is full of fire! Did you mess with my time again?! How--"
"Shut your eye," Mukuro ordered. "Shut the eye I just repaired and open your other one, Tsunayoshi."
"What good will that do?!" Tsuna cried.
"Do it, Boss," Gokudera urged. Tsuna's head turned toward the sound of his voice, but didn't show any signs of recognition.
"Gokudera...? Where are you?"
"I'm right here, Boss," he said, waving his hand which Tsuna stared at with wide eyes. "The gym isn't on fire. I don't know what Mukuro did, but I think it's best you do what he says."
"A-Alright," he replied with a small tremble. In almost a comical way, Tsuna shut his eye and opened his other one in quick succession. "Eh?" Tsuna loosened up from where he'd been literally backed against the wall and put his hand to his face in clear confusion. "I don't understand," he murmured. "Just a second ago..."
"It seems I took down more barriers than I was supposed to," Mukuro said. Tsuna didn't show any sign he heard him from where he was looking around while trading which eye he looked out from. Had he not been about ready to have a heart attack a few moments previously, the sight would have been amusing in no little way.
"What do you see, Boss?" Gokudera asked quietly when Tsuna finally looked around with both eyes wide open.
"Flames," he murmured. "I can see the Flames inside everyone. Gokudera... you have a bright red just like the Storm Chain. Yamamoto... yours is bright, too. It's such a pure blue... much more than even White's. And you... who are you?"
"It's me, Tsuna," Cheri answered worriedly when he stepped forward and grabbed her by her shoulders, no longer fearing the Flames in his sight.
"Wow," he mumbled, staring at her with a look that made her blush. "I never would have expected you to have such a Flame. And you! Who is that?"
"It's Curtis," the man replied. "Curtis of the Regalia. We talked once before...?"
"I see why Hotaru like you," he grinned widely. Then he stopped in shock of his own words. "Hotaru... Was this how Hotaru always saw the world?" Tsuna turned around and his face fell when he looked at Mukuro. He covered his mouth and his face turned green. "M-Mukuro...?"
"Do not look, my dear Tsunayoshi," Mukuro replied quietly.
"W-Why..?" He gasped, slowly stumbling toward the man.
"This world is full of ugliness," he answered without emotion. "Should I be any different now that you have bound me to this Path?"
"Do you truly see none of the beauty," Tsuna asked, finally coming to a stop in front of him. Mukuro looked away, unable to meet Tsuna's clear gaze into his very soul. Then Tsuna smiled. "Stay with me, Mukuro," he ordered, bringing a wave of silent shock in the wake of his words. "As nothing more than friends, stay with me. I'll show you why this world is beautiful and I'll make your Flame shine." Rather than argue, Mukuro softly nodded in acceptance of the offer.
"I'm feeling sleepy," Tsuna whispered a moment later. Before anyone could react to the statement, Tsuna fell forward into Mukuro's surprised arms.