Reborn wakes up in a hammock and everything blow the knee is numb. Two green ribbons wind up his legs, paralysing him. At least he's in a hammock, though, Reborn admits. Someone did their research.
The room is mostly made of metal and glass windows, a large dome with a huge metal pole running through the centre of the place as a lightning rod, directing the power through to the levels beneath. Everything is clean lines and smooth walls, not at all like the hand-built Sun country or the water-logged Rain.
Reborn has no idea what most of the machines in the room are and everything is metal, making Reborn feel a bit disconnected from nature.
The tower Reborn is in stands high enough that Reborn can see the horizon curve, Lightning country apparently just flat land with scattered metal spires to conduct the electricity. It makes sense to stay underground with weather like this.
The sky is bright now that Reborn is awake, but the lightning still flashes brightly. He can't hear the thunder, but he's not sure if the other God can control it to that extent or if the room is just that soundproofed.
Little clouds linger outside his window.
Reborn hands go numb when he touches the ribbons, so he flops awkwardly out of the hammock and drags himself around the room trying to find something to push the ribbons off or cut through them. Everything in here seems to be bolted down so he rips a few machines apart by only exerting a bit of his strength but the metal conducts the electricity and his hands still go numb.
The sky progressively gets brighter until the lightning flashes are nothing but weak flickers.
A portion of the floor slides away despite there being no seams to indicate a trap door and a tall green haired man, the Lightning God, rises up into the room on a platform. He's standing behind a hovering chair, so the ribbons are probably not coming off anytime soon.
Reborn wishes he could make a gun like Colonnello.
"Good morning," the Lightning says.
"Is it?" Reborn muses, sitting on the floor with a pile of scrap metal surrounding him. "Would you say it's good?"
The God rolls his eyes as he walks the floating chair over. "Let's not be dramatic, Sun."
"You kidnapped me!" Reborn snaps.
The God comes to a stop in front of Reborn, looking down at the Sun with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps next time you should actually put up a fight if you don't want to visit."
Reborn breathes in deep and lets it out slowly. "I tried."
The God watches Reborn with sharp eyes. "I've heard some things," he murmurs. "Whether you're messing around or if it's true, I don't particularly care. So long as you want to play, I'm going to use this opportunity."
Reborn discovers that the ribbons are controlled by the Lightning, even at a distance, after Reborn hurls maybe half of his scrap metal pile. He gets in a few good throws, but fifty thousand volts is a lot to take, even for a God.
Tsuna sits at the edge of the wooden walkway and stares into the water.
"Tsuna," Takeshi begins carefully. "I have…a boat."
Tsuna blinks and looks to the other.
Takeshi scans the surrounding but Comsubin is still recovering, taking people to hospital and trying to defend the half-built buildings from the sudden gush of rain from their wrathful God.
Takeshi leans forward. "We can leave now, while everyone is distracted. I know how to get to Lightning country." He smiles at Tsuna. "You saved my life at the cost of your God being taken. I'll help you get him back."
"We're going after them," Lal announces. "Reborn is our Sun and we're not going to let that mad scientist have him."
Colonnello grins. "I'm already packed."
Reborn meets Lambo and Gamma and stares at the vast country of huge metal pillars. The lightning strikes at random, hitting the pillars and letting the green, crackling energy shoot towards the ground harmlessly.
In the ground, the lightning powers the hidden city, working the lights and railways and buildings. It's all sleek designs and white perfection. It's clinical and cold and the people here are the same. They hustle around, staring into their odd electrical books and never say a word to each other.
Verde drops Reborn into the hovering wheelchair and takes him to the private labs, chattering away about creating something to bottle the Sun. Apparently the people here become a little odd when they're forced to stay underground for too long.
As they pass, people seem to slump in relaxation and turn to Reborn, to the soft warmth and gentle glow. They stagger towards him strangely and Reborn leans into Verde to get away.
Verde scowls and ends up shocking everyone there by feeding his power through the conductive flooring.
"We'll take the secret route next time," he says to Reborn, ignoring the twitching bodies collapsed on the floor. "It seems that I can't take you on a tour for now."
Reborn spends the rest of the day bored out of his mind in Verde's lab, playing with the little helper robots half the time. (Smugly pointing out when he finishes the calculations faster than Verde can.) Verde just scans Reborn a lot mostly, then they go back up to the tower.
Verde helps Reborn into the hammock and Reborn thinks about breaking Verde's neck but doesn't for some reason. Verde isn't so bad, a lot like Colonnello really.
"Wouldn't it be better to keep me in a jail cell underground?" Reborn asks. "I could jump out of a window here. It'd hurt, but I could do it."
Verde slides a glance to him. "You like being up high."
Reborn blinks. That's true. He has a temple on the highest hill, he sleeps in hammocks far above the ground, and if possible, he likes to laze around on rooftops. But why would Verde care?
"Verde," Reborn calls out just before the scientist leaves.
Verde pauses at the hidden elevator in the floor.
"What am I to you?" Reborn asks.
Verde watches Reborn for a long moment, studying the Sun. He seems to come to a conclusion. "We'll fix that next," Verde says, his tone almost trying to be reassuring.