A/N: And here is the newest chapter. I hope is was worth the wait. :)

Chapter 7.

Sky

1995

When you were reborn into some series that you knew practically by heart and realized that it had actually happened, you needed to come to terms with it and then decide what to do from there on. You needed to answer some crucial questions.

Those questions Aada Aarnio needed to answer too when she stared at the purple flames on her palm. Purple flames that had occasional golden orange stripes running through.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn… damn.

Aada was seven years old when she fell down from a cliff and was unharmed once she made it down. She was seven when she awakened her flames and realized where exactly she was. She was seven when her memories from Before became a clarity and not just a comforting hum and she felt like retching.

She had died. On a highway while driving a motorbike. She'd been crushed by a bus changing lanes and she hadn't been able to brake fast enough to get out of its way. And while she didn't remember the death itself, she could still put two and two together and get a two by four.

But Aada didn't have time to mourn or puke or contemplate life. She had to reassure her friend first. Wonderful, lovely Leila who was two years older than her, who watching down from the cliff in horror.

"I'm alright!" Aada shouted and tried to push down the tears that threatened to come.

There was no time to think. Aada and Leila were hush-hush about what had happened and what they'd seen but eventually Aada's parents found out. And they already knew about flames?!

Eemeli explained the flames and their Finnish counterparts to the two girls. Leila was fascinated. Aada was apprehensive. And then the other girl was gone, she approached her father with questions on her own

"Dad, how exactly do you know about the Italian version of Flames?"

"I told you. Your uncle Saku filled us in." Saku whom she'd met only once.

"Dad, please…" She swallowed a sob. "I'm scared."

"…" Eemeli looked away. "You are only seven years old. Wait a couple of more years. I don't have all information myself yet."

"Okay…"

She could cope. And she had Leila. They'd support each other. Leila was her Rain and she was a Heavenly Cloud. And she was calling a bullshit on Eemeli being a weak Sky. Maybe his Sky was weaker than Saana's Cloud but he was no way weak. Aada could feel it.

The questions needed answers though. Aada sat at her little desk and absent-mindedly doodled on a notebook while she thought about it.

Question number one: Could she change things if she wanted to?

Answer: Yes, if she played her cards right.

Question number two: Did this world need changing?

Answer: Yes, but the biggest things were out of her reach.

Question number three: Did she want to change things?

Answer: Maybe.

Aada huffed. It was a tricky situation. She had no resources to do things easily or safely. And really, she didn't want to change that much since then things could spiral out of control. Moreover, this was mostly normal world. This was no dystopia. This was no world approaching an apocalypse. There was technically no need for her to interfere…

Maybe she should figure out her family secrets first before trying to butt into other people's business.

1997

Okay, René was wonderful. Black-haired, black-eyed French boy the same age than Aada. He was so easy to talk with. (In English since Aada had studied French only for a year in high school before quitting.) Especially, once Aada caught him referencing Professor Layton games accidentally.

"This reminds me of a puzzle."

There was no way she'd let him go and thus drew him into conversation about games, movies, manga seemingly seamlessly. At least René didn't notice until afterwards that they'd been talking about things that didn't exist yet.

Aada wanted him as her Sun. Crops, whatever.

They exchanged contact information and eventually René asked her if she knew anything about the world they were in. She was delighted to share that information.

1998

They had a penpal program with some Japanese elementary schoolers. Aada's letter friend was named Minami Yuuki while Leila's was Sawada Tsunayoshi. In any other situation Aada would've shrugged it as a coincidence but she already knew this world and knew the school of those kids was located in Namimori.

The girl grinned and purple light danced in her eyes as she continued writing her letter to Yuuki.

She had an in now.

"Will you tell me now? About our family?" Aada asked her father. Eemeli looked up from the paper on his desk. They were seated at his office at home. The shelves were filled with book and papers and files. Some free walls had maps on them. Old maps.

"…Very well." The man sighed and got on his feet. He walked to one of his cluttered bookshelves and pulled a thicktome out of it. It had a darkened brown leather covers with some gold decoration that was falling off. Aada couldn't make the title of it. "Our family's story began three generations ago in Italy. Both your mother and uncle and I have ancestors from Italy. From same circles even."

Eemeli sat next to Aada on the sofa and laid the book on the table in front of them.

"Personally I didn't know much of anything of this until I met your mother and got wrapped up in investigating the nature of Flames in order to help your uncle."

"Saku-nii?" Aada frowned. She hadn't seen the man in years. But for the life she couldn't remember what he looked like…

"Yes. Saku Sariola. Do you remember what he used to do for living when he went to America?" The man laid a hand on her head gently. Aada tilted her head in thought.

"He was a stuntman. He did stunts for movies and also had his own show where he did motorcycle tricks."

"Yes. And in those circles, he was known as Skull de Mort. Or the Immortal Skull whom even the Death hates."

"Skull?" Aada's eyes widened and at the name it felt like something inside her unraveled and the memory of the man, toddler, visiting on her birthday came to her mind.

"That's his stage name yes." Eemeli nodded and removed his hand. "Your mother and uncle were descended from a strong Cloud Flame user Valentina Travesi. She was the Cloud in a Flame Ring called Perla. I, in the other hand, am descended from Dante Pittore who was the Mist in the same Ring. Heavenly Mist actually, just like I am."

"They were Harmonized?"

"Yes, they were. Both of them left Italy around one and half century ago. Most of Perla left in order the cultivate their members into a famiglia. Descendants, friends, associates… There were only eleven of them originally, existing within a mafia famiglia known as Vongola."

"Vongola?" Was this a coincidence? It couldn't be… Aada could barely believe her ears.

"Vongola is nowadays one of the strongest and oldest existing famiglias. It has two other branches, Varia and CEDEF and a whole lot of allies. Dante wrote everything he knew into this book which was passed down then to my grandfather, my mother and finally myself."

"How could Dante Pittore know so much about Vongola to fill this thick tome?" Aada had to ask.

"He was the middle child of Vongola Quinto, Juliano. Quinto's eldest and youngest competed in Ring Battles for the position of Sesto and during that time Dante himself left and made his Ring flee too."

"Why?"

"Dante wrote that as a Mist primary, he was deemed unfit to be a Don candidate and the general treatment of mists was that of suspicion. Additionally, both Sesto and later Settimo were after his elements as they did not believe they were Harmonized with Dante."

"Because he wasn't a Heart…"

"Exactly. After Sesto tried to forcibly bond with Valentina, the Perla disappeared into the four winds."

"Who were the other Perla?"

"There was Dante's friends and the Officers of Varia that belonged to it. And when the Ring Battles happened and Sesto was chosen, it left a terrible power vacuum." Eemeli chuckled. "What I read of Dante's memoirs, he stated that for every good Don there was at least two bad ones. He named Secondo, Quinto and Ottava as good ones before passing away."

Aada frowned. She really needed to read that book and… Wait a minute. Was she really of Vongola blood? This was insane.

"Dante's friends were Valentina Travesi for Cloud, the youngest of them all; Lucille Fontaine for Rain, your friend René's ancestor; Guilio Scutese for Lighting who originally was called Julian Clifton; Aurelio Cavallone for Sun, he went all the way to Japan; and Antonio Pisani for Storm, the Storm Officer of Vongola's assassination squad, the Varia and also descendant of Secondo. He was the only one of the six of them who remained in Italy."

"And the other officers? There's… five left?"

"That's correct. Sesto before he took the mantle was Varia's leader and Sky Officer even though Antonio was the leader in practice. Other Officers were Aquila Suberbi for Cloud, Luciano Vargas for Rain, Edward Chesterton for Lighting, Silvia of Milan for Sun and Cobra of Lecce for Mist. The last two didn't have family names recorded. Dante wasn't aware of all information relating to Varia. He did find out that Luciano married Lucille's eldest daughter and Edward married an English girl as well."

"That's… our family?" Aada reached for the book that Eemeli had now opened from a page which had all the portraits of the original Perla painted there. Apparently Dante had been a painter when alive.

"Yes, that's our family. I only need to call and we are ready to assemble. Just like Dante pulled them together before scattering, I'm the one entrusted with knowledge and responsibility of Perla."

"I'd like to have more family." It was a strange craving. Aada had a Rain and a Sun. But she wanted more. She needed more. And she knew her father also wanted elements.

"I can try and contact Angelina Fontaine. Since Lucille's times, Fontaine's have retained information about Perla and other famiglias too. With her help we can reach out to other descendants."

Aada leant against her father. Though it was all very shocking, she was also very glad about the facts. With her flames already awake, she was bound to attract mafia's attention sooner or later. And with a tentative contact with Tsunayoshi already, it would be better if she'd have a famiglia on her own to protect her. And if her father put the ball rolling now, everything hopefully would be set in time.

1999

Leila was gone. Not dead but gone. Adda had felt her flames flare when activated and then gone quiet. Aada didn't like it. The Harmony had snapped in place between her and Leila and it had all been wonderful but then her flames started spluttering and struggling against something. Aada spent the entire week praying that everything was alright. She even informed René to cast his nets with his new friend Rosalie in the case they found anything. Leila had disappeared in Italy after all.

While waiting, Leila's entire family had been declared dead by the consulate. There were funerals. Aada couldn't hide her tears of anger. And after Leila got a message to her through her new teacher Lal Mirch that she was with CEDEF which had tried to brainwash her and thus sever their Harmonization. Aada told Eemeli. His face turned thunderous and the girl had a feeling the preparations would be hurried now.

At school, Aada felt lonelier than ever. Everyone at school seemed to know that Leila had been her best friend and now didn't know how to treat her. Teachers were overly careful. Student either avoided her or were overly nosy. Aada didn't like it. So she picked up a new hobby to distract her.

Gymnastics. It was something she had dreamt of doing when she had been alive in the previous life but never got the opportunity. Same with language choices. Aada already knew English, Swedish, French and some Japanese. This time she wanted and needed to learn French and Italian. And brush up with Japanese especially when she took over keeping contact with Tsuayoshi in Leila's stead.

Choices, choices…

2001

René moved to Namimori. He texted a lot to her from there. About school, Yuuki, Tsuna, Disciplinary Committee… Apparently Hibari was a year younger than he and Aada. The house where René lived became a safe haven for the two elementary schoolers though. Both Tsuna and Yuuki escaped expectations there and René took over helping them with homework.

The French boy also told Aada about the seal. About the choking feeling he got whenever close to Tsuna. It had slowly begun to ease when they were feeding the boy food that Yuuki had made and infused with Storm Flames and when René simply laid a hand against the boy's forehead and used his Sun Flames to stimulate Tsuna's in order to attack the seal.

Also, Leila had met Dahlia Williams aka Wrench Chesterton in London when on solo mission. The older girl was apparently an inventor and had a brother who liked to be called Spanner. Huh, who knew… And they were descendants of the Varia Lighting too, making them automatically Perla if they were amendable.

Things were moving forward.

"René, get a fake passport to Tsuna and Yuuki. I want all of us to meet." Aada spoke in video chat. "Leila is also invited and I managed to contact Rosalie and Wrench too."

"Righty-o. It's been such a long time since we met." The boy replied. After the years had gone by he'd started to resemble his father more and more. Only notable difference really was the lack of curly sideburns.

A/N: If you go to my tumblr tsukiko-no-art you can find Rinmaru Games' versions of the original Perla. Some information beneath the pics might be outdated though.

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