My Storm, My Cloud, My Sun, My Sky
Summary: Reborn met Fon, they became Arcobaleno and went separate ways, not seeing each other for years. Kyoya was born, Fon had to leave to protect his family and they didn't see each other for years. Tsuna met Reborn, the adventure starts. Hibari met Reborn, craziness starts. Dino met Kyoya, Fon returns and secrets are revealed. Better than it sounds, I promise! D18, RF, LalCol possible others.
It was harder than it looked in movies or how some made it out to be. Then again, he's learning that it's an individual experience for everyone to deal with. He's tired and sore and he couldn't seem to get enough sleep and he knew it was because of the amount of Flames he kept giving out just to keep everything going smoothly.
Not for the first time, he cursed Reborn, 'Hibari Kumo' and just about every Italian that's ever been born, because all of the Hibari Clan's grief can be traced back to Cavallone Primo, really. Fon almost wants to ask Verde for a proper time machine so he can go back and strangle the Don before he can ever meet any of the Vongola First Generation. He was sure he'd be doing the world a favor.
Then again, if he were to ask for a time machine from the Lightning genius, he'd probably be tempted to go back in time and kill his own great grandfather, so his grandfather and then his father could never be born. The Hibari Clan would have benefited from that, too, he was sure, and he wouldn't have to deal with the man looking at him now as though he had whored himself out just because he'd decided to have sex. If he had had his usual freedom of movement, he'd be dead and Fon would probably be forced to take over the clan, which he can't do because he's in the Triads now and the Clan Head must be a neutral party.
Thankfully, he has his old aunt, a cousin who's already had to go through this situation and his darling sister by his side. He was extremely grateful, especially to the aunt, because she was a strong Sun so the operation was quick and the open wound that was a C-section was nothing more than a faded scar by the time she was finished.
"He's beautiful!" His sister cooed as they gathered around the newest little Hibari.
"He looks just like you did as a baby," the aunt, who had actually been both his sister's and his own midwife for their mother's labors, said as she finished washing her hands after helping with the delivery.
"Just what kind of man did you sleep with that there's not a single trace of him in the kid, cousin?"
"It's for the best, this way," Fon, tired and wanting a nap that will actually refresh him a little after spending months maintaining a constant active flow of his Flames to his lower abdomen, says, dark chocolate eyes never leaving the squirming little one in his grasp, lying on his chest. "Hello there, little Kyoya. Welcome to the world. We've been eagerly expecting you."
"Kyoya, huh? Good name, good name," the aunt says before she packs up and excuses herself so that Fon can have some rest. "Don't pester him too long, you two."
"It suits him," his sister says, smiling lovingly down at baby Hibari Kyoya. "Can I hold him a little?"
"You should really get some sleep anyway, cousin." Their cousin gets up and walks towards the door. "My little bugger tired me out and I had to carry him to full term. I know you have greater Flames than me, but even you're human, Fon. Get some rest and coo over your son and worry about your beau later."
"I'll talk to you later, cousin," he called after the man and then he was left alone with his sister, who was still gazing adoringly down at little Kyoya. It was then he knew he had made the right choice. "Imotou," he calls gently, gesturing her over and she eagerly moved closer as he sat up a little so he can hold out the baby towards her. He paused only long enough to cradle Kyoya to his chest for a moment, breathe in his scent and kiss the crown of his head, small, soft black hair already covering the scalp. "Kyoya," he said as he passed the baby over. "Meet your mama."
She nearly dropped the baby, but Fon still had steadying, reassuring hands under Kyoya's body. "Wha-"
"I cannot claim him as mine," he said sadly. "And you always wanted a child."
"Fon ... " He knew he was causing her anguish if she had dropped the '-nii'.
"I cannot give him the life he deserves," Fon says sadly, looking away. He felt anger rising at the thought of what his grandfather had done of his life, having sent him away to learn to kill even before his hands were strong enough to properly hold a weapon. Their father liked his sister better. If Kyoya is presented as hers, even though they knew he could be only Fon's, Kyoya won't be forced to join the yakuza, the mafia or the Triads or any other criminal organization in hopes of regaining the old Hibari honor and influence. "I do not know how to be a parent and I do not have a partner to take care of him with. You do. And I know you will love him as though he is your own."
"So you're just going to abandon him!?"
"Of course not!" Fon refuted immediately, his heart tearing itself apart at the mere thought of it. "I love him more than life itself! I could never just ... But I also know that I am not the best option for him. Not as a parent. Instead, I will be the doting uncle who will give his life for his safety and happiness." His sister bit her lip, tears streaming down her face. Kyoya seemed to sense the mood and he started fussing, to which she immediately reacted, lulling him into a deeper sleep. Fon smiled fondly at his two most important people in the world. "See? You're a natural and he's quite taken with you."
"But why can't you just tell your lover the truth? How can you be sure that he wouldn't want this?" The martial artist looked away. His sister sobbed. "Don't you worry, Fon-nii. I will love Kyoya with all of my heart," she assured, leaning over until Kyoya was between them, her head tucked into his shoulder as she cried her grief at her brother's fate.
"Thank you, imotou."
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Leaving Kyoya had been like leaving his own beating heart behind, but it had to be done. Kyoya was not his son. He may be his child, but he was not his son. He will never be. He will always be Fon's precious little nephew, adorable and strong despite the rushed gestation period.
Fon didn't really like that his eyes reminded him of his grandfather in color, though. But Kyoya, even as a month old infant, had a glint in his eyes that spoke of intelligence, a glint that reminded him suspiciously of Reborn. He tried not to think about it and instead focused on finishing whatever this training they were doing as the 'strongest seven' was, even though there was actually eight of them with Colonello around.
Seeing Reborn again had been a bit ... daunting. It was clear the hitman wanted them to talk, but Fon would rather not hear the fabled 'it's just sex' and 'let's never talk about it again' conversations. He managed to avoid being alone with the handsome Italian for a week before he finally 'cornered' him - was it really cornering, though? Fon had heard him coming; Reborn had not bothered to hide his presence, had given him the option to stay or go and he had chosen to stay - in the gardens one night. Fon couldn't help himself but tell him about Kyoya. Not his name, not his birth date, not who he actually was. No, he spoke of his 'nephew', not his child.
Reborn, at least, surprised him pleasantly. The bullet necklace was a strange gift, fitting, perhaps, their nature, their jobs, their lives, themselves. Fitting of a man who had never wanted a serious relationship before and had found himself practically floundering how to convey his wants without sending the wrong message. Fon loved it, especially the inscription. Why yes, Reborn had had him at 'Chaos'. Perhaps not in the same way, but Fon had always felt he and Reborn could ... connect, on a deeper level. That, in time, it had turned from companionship, to friendship to something deeper ... Fon wanted to see where it could go. Because he still kept in touch with his sister and she still tried to convince him to tell Reborn. She refused to call herself Kyoya's 'mama' just yet. She thought he and Reborn could work it out.
Fon ... was not so sure, but as a month passed in Reborn showering him in affection, wooing and courting him openly, he began to hope.
And then, one night, Luche explained it all.
Arcobaleno ...
And then the Man in the Iron Hat bound them to the Pacifiers and the curse set in and they all went their separate ways.
It felt like karma, like cosmic justice delivering punishment upon him. His sister had always wanted nothing more than to have a child, but she could not conceive. Fon could and did and yet he refused to keep Kyoya as his own. Now, he was stuck as a cursed infant, damned to immortality until he becomes too weak to support the Storm Pacifier. He'll probably outlive his family, his son.
He wanted to weep, but he feared if he starts crying he will never stop.
Not when perhaps the only person who could have counseled him was too lost in his own anger and grief at their fates.
Fon returned to Namimori. His sister cried and raged. His cousin looked like he was in mourning. His aunt nearly had a heart attack. His father cursed him, forbade him to wear the Hibari name ever again, called him an abomination, a curse on their family, unnatural, a Thing. His sister nearly challenged him to a death match that would have left her in charge of the clan, but her husband was home for once - probably having heard he was a 'father', a part of Fon thought bitterly, but he was glad that at least the man might be better towards Kyoya than he had ever been towards his wife - and had prevented her, telling her to think about their 'son'.
She had sobbed herself to sleep late into the night.
Kyoya had been fussier than usual, too.
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Fon left his family home behind and went back to China. He had to reassert himself as the best of the best in the Triads or else his family would suffer for it. He could not let that happen with Kyoya there. He spent two years not coming back. When he finally did, he met big silver blue eyes almost level with his own as his sister introduced little Kyoya to his 'uncle Fon'.
Kyoya was a quiet child, one who preferred to be alone than surrounded by people, who did not seem all that interested in the colorful toys his 'parents' had provided him with, who had an intelligent gaze that required new things to soak up, to see, to experience, to learn. He did not smile much. In fact, he had sharp eyes like Fon, but because he didn't smile like his 'uncle' did, he always looked like he was frowning.
Still, Kyoya ... smiled at Fon and Fon felt his heart go to the boy once more.
He stayed for a few weeks before he left again, returning a year later. Kyoya was too young to really remember him, but he still always smiled for Fon.
He visited three times in the year Kyoya turned four. Mostly, because he had seen intense violet flames dance in the boy's eyes on New Year's morning when the child had caught him doing his morning katas, an endless curiosity in them and a genuine interest. He actually taught Kyoya a good warm-up kata that day. In just two hours. He kept it secret. Kyoya spent the whole day trailing after him like a duckling. It was far too cute.
The next time he visited, Kyoya wanted to learn more. He'd, by then, learned how to make Cloud Flames flicker to life for a second or two in his hands, a small, unstable Flame, but there none the less. It was their secret.
During his third visit that year, at Christmas that they celebrated just so everyone would have an excuse to buy their youngest clansman presents, Fon presented Kyoya with a pair of wooden tonfa when no one was looking. Kyoya had hugged him before running off to check them out for himself, only to come back later to learn how to properly use them.
"See? You would have been a natural," his sister had said, having seen the hug, and there had been tears in her eyes.
Fon had looked away, focusing on the silent joy in Kyoya's eyes instead of his grief, lest his tears start flowing and never stop.
His last visit to Kyoya and his sister was for Kyoya's fifth birthday. Kyoya had greeted him with a grumpy - because the boy's grandfather had wanted them to start off the day early for some reason and had went to wake the sleep-loving child up at five in the morning, the idiot - but genuinely pleased "Smiling carnivore," as was his new wont, from what he understood from his sister's calls, and had hugged him even while threatening to 'bite him to death' for not coming for New Year's like last year. Fon had laughed it off and relished in their closeness before the boy let go and led him in to where the other's were.
After a hearty breakfast, there were presents - still a lot of toys Kyoya showed little interest in, though he seemed rather delighted to get a key to the archives from Fon's father, which was probably one of the rare good things the man had done correctly in his life - and then Kyoya had dragged Fon off to a secluded part of the gardens and showed him just how much stronger his young Flames had gotten.
"Yare yare," Fon had breathed in amazement, worry and thoughtfulness. "I guess we will have to work on that first, yes?"
Kyoya had nodded and then actually beamed at him. So Fon spent a whole month just teaching Kyoya the basics of Flame control. Just simple things like hiding himself, propagating air in case he's ever stuck in an enclosed space with no way out and propagating blood in case he's ever injured so he doesn't bleed out. Kyoya was a quick study, with a sharp mind and a keen eye. He took everything in at an amazing speed and could figure out most things after seeing it just once or twice, after hearing how something works. Fon was glad that no one except him knew that Kyoya was Flame Active. He's heard how some of their relatives spoke as though Kyoya was a weapon, a tool to be used to renew the clan. Like how Fon's grandfather had taken his life from him.
Fon wasn't his father. He wasn't going to let it happen. So he kept it a secret, just how much potential Kyoya had. Yes, everyone knew he was teaching the boy how to fight, but he had made sure Kyoya knew he should never reveal to anyone else, not even his 'mother' that he can make a 'pretty fire' out of thin air by will alone. He taught him in secret and, just a few months later, it is what saved the child's life.
The last 'Hibari mansion' burned to the ground as Fon struggled to get Kyoya's temperature back down, the boy having hidden himself in a secret compartment in his closet that Fon had helped him build at his request last year. Fon had heard about the attack far too late to save anyone else, but at least Kyoya had survived. The boy had needed to spend days in the hospital, in which time Fon had hunted down everyone and anyone involved with the death of his sister and the rest of his family. He wanted to avenge even his father, that good for nothing man that had planned to use Kyoya as a tool. Even his brother in law, who, despite claiming to want a family, never really stayed around Kyoya all that long, never treated him right.
When he got back, it was to a downright cold child, a boy so young that should not have ever had such a severe expression on his face. He never cried about what happened. He refused to speak of it. He didn't want a funeral, saying it would be just a farce as there was nothing and no one to bury.
Fon pulled out of the Triads for five years, didn't take on any jobs or leave Japan or Namimori for a single day, instead focusing all of his time and attention on his ... 'nephew'. Kyoya, thankfully, didn't feel guilty, didn't blame himself, like most kids would. No, he was angry. He was strong for his age and size, stronger than most people twice or thrice his age and weight, but he had known, from the start, that he would be dead if he fought those people, the murderers that had massacred what was left of a once great clan. He had known he would die uselessly and he had hated himself for hiding, even if he knew it was the only thing he could have done. But he got over that fast and instead settled on determination, on fearlessness, on an indomitable will, an astounding resilience and jaw-dropping endurance.
He demanded from Fon to teach him at least one martial art suited for fighting each weapon-type in the world; swordsmanship, firearms, knife play, lassos and ropes and chains, poles, bombers, maces, hand to hand, returning throw weapons. It didn't matter. Kyoya didn't want to know all one hundred and fifty three martial arts that Fon had mastered. He was content with finding his own style with his tonfa. He just wanted the knowledge and skill to counter different fighting styles.
Fon taught him. He taught him and trained him until Kyoya, in his chosen styles, possessed almost the same fluidity of movement that Fon did, a mastery that would allow him to fight even if his bones were broken, his tendons thorn, his eyes blind or his ears deaf. In five years, Fon created what some might label as a 'demon', a 'monster' but was so much worse because he was actually real and living.
Kyoya took back Namimori one street at a time, one institution after the other, taking down the local yakuza until their numbers were so few they could barely register as a mere gang. When Fon was sure his 'nephew' would be okay, when he saw that Kyoya had accidentally formed an organization - because to call it anything else would be an insult to the dedicated, disciplined, almost militarian Disciplinary Committee - around himself, he bid the ten year old farewell and promised to come around from time to time. He had to, after all, reteach the Triads to fear the 'Storm Dragon' once more. They must have forgotten by that time just how dangerous Fon was, despite his serene smiles and calm disposition.
Years passed and he rarely had the time to visit. Kyoya turned twelve, then thirteen, then fourteen and then fifteen before Fon could return to Namimori once more. He probably wouldn't have had the time to come at all had one of their usual brief messages not contained 'Baby With A Yellow Pacifier Like Yours Appeared; A Herbivore Started Acting Strange; An Italian Exchange Student Started Shouting About The Mafia; You Know Anything About This? Explain.' Fon had known, immediately, that it had been Reborn, so he had looked into it and nearly cursed the hitman for daring to even imagine his darling Kyoya as the future Tenth Generation Vongola Boss' Guardian.
Strong Clouds were always a magnet to unbound Skies. Even bound Skies would gravitate towards a Cloud of Kyoya's calibre. And while Kyoya would usually be able to hide himself from Skies, Vongol Hyper Intuition can't be fooled that easily.
So of course the Storm Arcobaleno had packed himself and I-Pin and relocated them to Namimori. I-Pin somehow found her way into Vongola Juudaime's house and she often wrote to Fon about her experiences, not realizing that Fon spent most of those first few months around Namimori to make sure Kyoya was alright and that Reborn didn't actually get him involved in his newly infamous spartan tutoring methods. Strongest hitman in the world and Arcobaleno or not, Fon would tear him apart if Kyoya got hurt.
Then Kyoya did get hurt, mere days after Fon was forced to return to China because there was finally a change in leadership and the new boss wanted to meet him and give him a mission as a test of loyalty. By the time Fon returned, it was to a hospitalized Kyoya with persistent Vongola Sky Flames trying to reach out to him for a courtship that would lead to harmonization. Fon's appearance woke Kyoya up from his sleep and he brushed off the reaching Sky Flames, as uncaring to be bound as ever, a true Cloud. As Kyoya explained what had happened, Fon felt this particular need to go and strangle a certain former lover of his. His 'nephew' forbade it, saying that 'the Baby' made life interesting and he liked him, so Fon sighed and gave up on that.
He had to leave again not long afterwards, but life seems to have settled in Namimori.
Then news reached him that there was an inheritance struggle within Vongola and he wanted to scream.
So back to Namimori it was.