Mia Tempesta

Summary: Reborn never liked being a (secondary) Sky, but he can't deny his nature forever, so one day he starts collecting his Elements. Except now there was a tiny Storm that packs quite a punch that he doesn't know what to do with. Denial leads to trouble, trouble leads to possessiveness, possessiveness leads to ... something else much more tender. Throw in Checkerface and the Arcobaleno Sky into the mix and things get quite complicated.

The robot went down in two swings.

Kyoya didn't have a single scratch on him, but he did have both pieces of the Cloud Ring in his hands and as they clicked together, he felt a surge of the Ring's own power reach out to him. Interesting. He put it on his finger and looked around at all the gawking faces.

Really, they should have expected this to be the result. The hunking piece of metal was a third rate school science fair project compared to the things Verde could whip out at any given time of day. And Kyoya had grown up practicing on those robots because mafia famiglias are always coming up with new ways to be even more wicked by the year. And that's not even mentioning the corrupted law enforcements that buy from the black market products like Verde's.

Of course, the Arcobaleno present weren't surprised. He's guessing they're just relieved he hadn't gotten hurt under their watch.

But he wasn't done. Not yet. "You, on the chair. Monkey King of the Monkey Mountain of herbivores. The fights are over. Hand over the Rings you've collected and leave Namimori at once or I will bite you to death."

"You dare speak to the boss like that!?" The big lightning bug snapped but Kyoya paid him no mind as the Monkey King looked from his broken toy to the one who'd broken it and smirked.

And then he jumped right from his chair, over the fence and made as if to kick Kyoya in the face, only to be met with the steel of tonfa to the sole of his boots. Kyoya flung him away, but the older male landed deftly on his feet some ways away. He smirked at Kyoya as he secured the jacket around his shoulders. "My foot slipped."

"Must have," Kyoya commented sarcastically, already done with these herbivores pretending at being carnivores. He just wanted them out of Namimori.

"No, really," Xanxus said before jumping away just as a grenade detonated under his booth. When he was safe and the shock of the explosion passed, the Varia boss straightened up and faced Kyoya head on. "I came down only to retrieve that piece of junk," he said 'reassuringly', but Kyoya was raised around hitmen, soldiers, assassins and extortionists/illusionists. He can detect a lie as easily as killing intent and he found both in Xanxus as he said: "We have lost."

"Hn," the Cloud grunts neutrally. "Your face ... Tells a different story. You must suck at poker." Then he charged, because if this person was planning to do something, Kyoya was not going to let his nefarious plans take place in Namimori. He'll have to give credit to the Monkey King, because he's at least swift on his feet. If Kyoya were serious and not just testing out the waters to try and figure out what the man was up to, he'd be a goner already. He didn't have the type of speed needed to spar with monsters like his chichi and babbo, whom had trained Kyoya since he was little.

"Don't worry, I won't raise a hand," Xanxus told him mockingly and just for that, Kyoya let a bit of his true speed slip and decked the man in the chin, sending him stumbling right into the range of the mounted guns and onto another grenade. Xanxus recovered but he was now eyeing the 'less experienced' teen warily, perhaps for the first time noticing the ease of his movements, the elegance of his speed, the confidence behind each step. "Are you playing with me, trash?"

"Just biding my time until I figure out what it is you're planning. This is my territory," he emphasized this point by nearly taking the Varia boss' head off his shoulders with now spiky tonfa. Bless Verde and his genius mind and incredible skill. "I will not allow you to run amok and disturb the discipline." And to make sure his point came across fully, he swung at his head again, but the man caught his tonfa this time, hand glowing with ... not so pure Sky Flames that actually made Kyoya think a lot of Storms. "You've raised your hand?" He asks mock innocently and Xanxus grunts in displeasure.

"He actually forced the boss' hand? Just what is this kid?"

"Unbelievable." He overheard the Varia comment to each other, but he focused more on the way Xanxus' expression suddenly changed.

"Cervello," he called to the pink haired herbivores. "Watch closely and don't get the story wrong. I didn't attack him at all." The pink herbivores made a confused, questioning sound and Kyoya narrowed his eyes up at his opponent. Xanxus only smirked in what was a cruel, almost outright evil way before shifting just a little to the side so he was out of range when, suddenly, a blast grazed heavily Kyoya's left thigh.

"Hibari!" Sawada Tsunayoshi's herbivores shouted in concern as he collapsed to the ground without a sound, the pain shocking his system momentarily.

"Oh shit, Kyoya!" Shamal, Colonello, Lal and Viper, who dropped the illusions, all shouted and moved to rush to his side, only for more blasts to fire. Kyoya turned his head to see that the robot he'd taken down wasn't exactly dead and was going berserk. It was shooting lasers, plasma blasts, missiles, bullets, everything it had, everywhere. Even the Varia themselves weren't spared. Even Xanxus had to dodge attacks.

Kyoya didn't listen to the bullshit explanation Xanxus was giving that would make him appear innocent. Instead, he grit his teeth and brought up his right hand, doing his best to concentrate through the pain. The Cloud Vongola Ring lit up,brighter than any Ring Verde had ever given him could, and he showed it into Roll's box. The hedgehog quickly propagated until Kyoya had an army of Roll Spheres, spiky and purple and very protective, shielding him from the attacks coming from Gola Mosca. That done, he did his best to ignore the pain as he channeled Flames to his wound, letting his secondary Mist guide the cells to properly propagate until all the blood vessels, nerves, then the muscles and finally skin were repaired. He'll probably have to let babbo take a look later because Kyoya's not a healer and Cloud Flames are unnatural healers. All he'd been able to do was repair the damage under his own guidance to save himself from passing out from blood loss. Only Sun Flames truly healed, because they simply forced the body to accelerate the natural healing process. He hopes he hadn't messed anything up.

There were still explosions and screams outside. The distinctive sounds of Lal Mirch's and Colonello's shotgun and anti-tank rifle respectively reached his ears as well. They were fighting. He could hear that bastard Monkey King laughing and bragging about managing to provoke Hibari. He could hear the school crumbling and that just made his rage spike higher. The Ring glowed brighter and his Flames grew. Kyoya forced himself to his feet and Roll returned to a single hedgehog, resting on his shoulder until Kyoya gives him instructions.

His blood runs cold when he sees Chrome, along with Ken and Chikusa,out on the Cloud Field, the Mist obviously trying to get to him to help in some way while the two boys had tried to keep her safe from the torrent guns. But they were all now being aimed at by that stupid robot. Kyoya didn't even think before he dove in front of them, Roll expanding to become an Reverse Needle Sphere that simply can't be broken in or out of without Kyoya's explicit permission or some seriously pure Flames, at best three pegs down from the Arcobaleno level, but definitely with a conductor because Roll's walls were strong and self-repairing.

But Roll wouldn't be fast enough. Kyoya brought up his tonfa and covered them in Cloud Flames, trying to form a shield and hoping for the best-

When a gunshot rang out and something heavy fell with a loud, dull thud to the floor.

The night was lit up with sparkling yellow.

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The Chaos Shot easily reduced Gola Mosca into a pile of junk, finishing Kyoya's job from earlier, everything ripped off or burning. No legs, no arms, no head, holes in the chassis. It was burning bright, sparkly yellow and sparking merrily as circuits fried and broke. Another Chaos Shot destroyed the torrent guns and one to the ground acted like homing missiles that destroyed each and every grenade in the field too quickly for them to even explode.

The night fell silent and they all fearfully turned to look at the source of the utter devastation of the once hardest battleground of the Ring Conflict.

They flinched, all of them, when they saw whatever look was currently on Reborn's face.

Or maybe it was his killing intent that had them acting like skittish foals in front of a hunter.

The world's greatest hitman didn't give a shit one way or the other. The only thing he cared about was where Gola Mosca had been about to fire, the boy with purple-lit tonfa and a hedgehog shrinking back into itself since it is no longer needed.

The last target before the robot had been taken down had been his son.

There will be hell to pay.

"Chaos," he says in a deadly calm and he watches them all shudder as they hear the killing intent despite the casual tone he used, let alone sense it in the air. "Lal, Colonello, Viper," he calls and all three of his present Guardians stiffen. Still, they stepped - or floated, in Viper's case - forward, easily telling just how enraged he currently was so they knew better than to try and pull something. Besides, he suspects they're not too happy about this turn of events, either. "Why is Kyoya here? Better yet, why is he here and injured?" Under your watch went unsaid but they all knew it hung in the air like a deadly executioner's ax ready to chop their heads off.

"I chose to be here," Kyoya himself answers instead of the other Arcobelno and Reborn turns towards the Cloud, only then noticing Roll was still out and that there were still Cloud Flames lit on whatever ring Kyoya was using. Had there not been a huge hole in Kyoya's pants over his thigh and if the entire pant leg wasn't soaked in blood, he might have wondered just when and where Kyoya had found a ring that can withstand his intense Flame waves.

"Are you interfering with the Ring Conflict, hitman?" Xanxus called out arrogantly and Reborn cast eyes at him even as his mind registered the words 'Ring Conflict'. "This doesn't concern you."

The rage he was currently feeling could not be measured. "It does concern me when my son is dragged into Vongola bullshit." He didn't roar, he didn't hiss. His tone remained calm like the iced over surface of a lake. Yet everyone heard and several jaws dropped.

"Your son!?" That idiot Sawada Iemitsu gasped out, staring incredulously between Reborn and the previously injured teen. Reborn was happy to note that Kyoya had treated his own wounds with his Flames but the amount of blood the teen'd lost ... If he was anything else but a Cloud, if he was a weaker and less trained Cloud, he'd be in some serious trouble. He could move around, though, and his wound was closed. He didn't seem to be in pain, but Reborn knew better than to take that at face value. Kyoya's pain tolerance levels are as scary as they are admirable. "Since when do you have a son!?"

"Since sixteen years ago," Kyoya deadpanned, finally letting his Flames recede now that there was no threat to be wary of.

The ring still didn't shatter.

Suddenly, the ground opened a few feet behind Reborn and out of the artificial, mechanical tunnel-elevator came out Verde with Skull in tow, the scientist looking between a tablet with some interesting readings on it and the teenager now in view. "Fascinating. Whatever conductor you're using, it's not shattering like the other rings do and you even managed to feed Porcospino Nuvola more Flames than usual. I'd like to run a few tests with this new ring of yours because it seems that it allows a higher purity of the Flames injected into the Box and it seems to have unlocked a few more features ..." Verde trails off when he sees just how intense the situation is, Kyoya's current state and just how pissed and scary Reborn looks at that moment. "Ah. Right. I take it Sawada Tsunayoshi's mysterious Cloud Guardian candidate is Kyoya?"

Furious black eyes swing up to Iemitsu, only he's no longer on the bleachers from where he'd been watching the fight with his agents. Instead, Lal had taken Verde's words as a cue to chuck him down to ground level so he's closer to his death, i. e. Reborn. Lal was beside Iemitsu, ready to hold him down should he try to escape his doom. "You dared choose my son?"

"I didn't know he was your son!" Sawada argued back defensively, not realizing just how precarious situation he really was in right now.

"Bullshit!" Skull calls from beside Verde. "He's the spitting image of Fon!"

"How does that explain him being Reborn's son!?"

"Bakamitsu is stupid enough not to know that the Arcobaleno Storm and Sun are married, Skull," Lal reminds the Cloud calmly, before she turns around just in time to point her shotgun at the CEDEF agents that jumped down to try and help their boss. "I wouldn't, if I were you. You may know me for risking my life to keep you safe, but this is family and CEDEF never had my loyalty. You just happened to be soldiers in my care so you were mine to keep alive."

"This breaks your contract, Lal Mirch," Iemitsu growls in warning, getting up to his knees but not making it further before Colonello's there with his anti-tank rifle pressing hard against his skull in warning. "You too, Reborn. People end up in Vendicare for less."

"You honestly think uncle Bermuda would arrest them?" Scoffs Kyoya from where he's trying to push away a fussing Verde who's trying to scan him for more injuries and to see just how well he'd treated his thigh from whatever the hell had caused that much blood and those faint burn marks. Knowing how Clouds completely changed their cells on the deepest level, within days, there would be no signs of Kyoya being injured at all. No scars or burn marks, nothing. Which is good, because if Reborn had a physical reminder of that moment when Kyoya was facing that robot to protect the friend he'd made and her friends, the hitman would go ballistic and possibly hunt down everyone even vaguely associated with Vongola. Even their poor, poor mailman back in Italy. "Not on your life. Not unless they started mass murdering civilians."

"Certainly not over you breaking the contract and putting the blame on them," Viper said with a sniff as they came to float down near the previously injured teen, barely sparing a glance at the stunned teenagers in green behind the Cloud.

"Kyoya's right, kora," Colonello said, for once not friendly or easy going in the least. "You must have realized he's at least in some way related to Fon because the resemblance is too uncanny to be coincidental, kora."

"Mine and Reborn's contracts with Vongola are valid only if Vongola or anyone associated with them doesn't ever target, hurt or involve one of our own into your bullshit politics, asshole," Lal reminded coldly. "And you're the one who openly admitted some minutes ago to having chosen Hibari Kyoya as Sawada Tsunayoshi's Cloud Guardian, despite being able to tell that they're perfectly incompatible. Did you do a background check on Kyoya at all, Sawada? Because, if you did, you would have known that Kyoya is Fon's nephew by blood, one of the last two Skylarks and that he doesn't want to bond. If you still chose him despite all that, it implies you were going to force harmonization on him. Did you forget how the Vindice have reacted to the last report of a forced harmonization? The Arcobaleno were the ones to report it in."

"Can you all put your bullshit aside so we can determine who's going to be the next Vongola boss?" Xanxus called out and Reborn fired a bullet at him before anyone could even blink. Xanxus screamed as he was hit in the shoulder, not expecting the sudden flare of pain that came virtually out of nowhere. Apparently, he really wasn't expecting Reborn to shoot.

"Boss!"

"Reborn! What are you doing?" Tsuna, in Hyper Dying Will Mode, landed behind the hitman, eyeing him warily and then looking at the situation he'd landed himself in. "Sorry we're late. Training took a bit longer than we expected and then Reborn just ran off."

Reborn had run off because Viper had panicked for half a second when Kyoya had walked into the Cloud Field to be Gola Mosca's opponent and had automatically reached out through the mental connection the Arcobaleno shared to alert Reborn that Kyoya was doing something dangerous. It was an instinctive reaction from when Kyoya was just learning to fight and had decided to test out all of his new moves on the poor, unfortunate tugs that roamed Namimori. And while Kyoya could take on groups of five to eight opponents three times his height and four times his weight, possibly up to four times his age, too, he couldn't handle more than that, especially if even one of them happened to be a trained or at least experienced assassin. He'd been too small for that when he'd been four to six years old, still only learning his way around his Flames and combining them with his tonfa techniques. Viper had always been the first one to find him when Kyoya would get in such situations, so they always sent a signal for everyone else so they can get to Kyoya's location as soon as possible.

Fon and Reborn, logically, were the first responders, almost always.

So, yes. Viper and Reborn had both acted on a knee jerk reaction, which is why Reborn had left Basil and Tsuna to make their own way back to Nami-chuu while he used a combination of Leon's transformation ability and his own Sun Flames to get to Kyoya as soon as possible.

"Stay out of this, Tsuna," Reborn warned. "It has nothing to do with you."

"It would appear Hibari Kyoya is my Cloud Guardian and you always tell me to concern myself with my family," Tsuna countered, orange eyes blazing almost challengingly up at his tutor. "So, apparently, it is my business."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting, herbivore?" Kyoya asked, sounding insulted. "I am no one's Cloud. I will not lend my strength to any weak, pathetic famiglia Sky that can't wipe his own ass without someone holding his hand. If I wanted a Sky, I'd go for the Arcobaleno's Sky, who is at least competent."

"Oh, please," sneered Xanxus mockingly. "The entire mafia world knows that the Arcobaleno, the so-called 'strongest seven' have two Rains and no Sky in sight. It's why they broke up. Or perhaps their Sky was so weak and pathetic that they were ashamed to be associated with such a useless piece of trash Flame and that was why they broke up. Why, I even bet that-" Xanxus was suddenly cut off by his own scream as a surprisingly strong stream of Sky Flames that resembled a Chaos Shot quite a bit struck him on several different parts of his body, starting with his hands, his feet, his knees, his shoulder his waist and the smallest part of the shot hit him square in the chest.

What was even more shocking was that ice started spreading from the places where the shots had made contact and it sparkled, almost like Sun Flames had coated it. When the sparkles receded, the ice stopped growing, but two thirds of Xanxus were already covered in it.

All present, the Varia, CEDEF, Tsuna and his Guardians, the Arcobaleno and Kyoya, Dino and the Kokuyo gang, they all turned towards the only possible person who could be behind that attack.

A telltale green gun smoked dramatically, still aimed at Xanxus with killing intent.

Usually pitch black eyes glowed orange too close to yellow.

"Chaos Shot: Ice."