Kyouya does a double take.

Tsuna is walking down the street with a baby tucked into the puffy winter jacket he's wearing, zipped up so the baby is just peeking out over the collar. Tsuna's arms are wrapped around the jacket bulge to keep the baby in place.

Tsuna spots Kyouya and jogs over, the baby bouncing slightly with the motion.

"Kyouya!" Tsuna greets. "Have you seen Reborn around?"

Kyouya stares at the baby.

Tsuna blinks. "Oh, right, this is Reborn's nephew." He laughs. "This baby is also called Reborn! Isn't that so cute? And they dress the same too."

Kyouya shakes his head slowly. "You deserve whatever happens to you," he tells Tsuna and walks away.

He's heading towards the little legion's afterschool care when he senses something but can't turns quick enough before everything goes up in pink smoke. Kyouya has his tonfas out in a split second, waiting for another enemy.

Maybe he'll get another heart.

The smoke clears soon after and there's an albino with a dandelion for hair waiting for Kyouya. The room is surrounded with guards in white and black uniforms, weapons drawn but pointed down.

"Kyouya!" the dandelion cheers. "Wow, haven't seen you in forever. How's little Reborn-chan?"

"Are we fighting or not?" Kyouya asks impatiently.

The herbivore chuckles. "My name is Byakuran Gesso. I own Millefiore, a Mafia famiglia. If I could just take a moment of your time to offer a deal?"

Kyouya looks at him but doesn't look particularly impressed.

Byakuran smiles. "You've just been transported ten years into the future by the pink bazooka that the Bovino famiglia made. It's supposed to last for five minutes if nothing is tampered with."

Byakuran waves and a servant comes forward, a redhead in glasses. He opens one of the two boxes and shows a dark metallic bracelet.

Byakuran lifts the chain and holds it out. "This will hold you here in this time frame."

"What do you want?" Kyouya demands.

"There is a Patrol nearby, number eighty-five."

Kyouya holds out a hand and Byakuran clasps the bracelet around his wrist.

"Now that we have that out of the way, I can give you a present." Byakuran pulls out what looks to be a purple ring and hands that over too. "I'm not sure where your flames knowledge is."

Kyouya slips on the ring too and lights the flame in an easy movement. This is the key he asked the hitman for. It's relatively user friendly, but perhaps that's just because of the screens currently giving him a tutorial.

Kyouya feels the flames surge down through him and intro the ground where a thin but solid spike snaps out from the ground, stopping millimetres before Byakuran's throat.

Byakuran lets out a low whistle. "You pick things up easily, don't you?"

"Would you like to fight me?"

"Oh, I would love to, Kyouya, but you're so much stronger than me, especially since I gave you flames," Byakuran pouts. "I wouldn't stand a chance."

"...What do you want?"

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you'd let me scan your code?" Byakuran looks down at Kyouya's wrist, trying to find the writing that started all this.

Kyouya says nothing.

"I'll give you a fight, Kyouya, I swear it," Byakuran breathes, eyes flickering back up. "It'll be the best damn fight you'll ever have. I'll give you armies to test your strength and damsels to save. I'll get you a kingdom to conquer and a king to decapitate."

Byakuran leans forward. "It'll be war – the best kind – with fire and metal and death everywhere you step. You'll be a saviour just as much as you'll be a demon. Nothing will be off limits, so you can fight as viciously as you want, against whoever you want."

Byakuran smiles with teeth, and it is perhaps the first real emotion Kyouya sees in the man. "Do you want to play a game, Kyouya?"

And Kyouya says, "Don't disappoint me."


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A/N: That was the last chapter! Damn, what a ride, hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought.