"Byakuran-san!" Yuni yelled out in alarm, pulling the older and much bigger student backward and away from Tsuna's personal space. She changed clothes, Tsuna noticed. From the sundress to something similar to the uniform he saw the other female students wearing.

It was the first time he saw orange in a uniform but he could have already expected it considering he is staying at the Sky Dorms. A white blouse with an orange bird embroidered at the collar along with a tiny orange pacifier-

wrong wrong wrong

An exact copy of the pacifier hanging from Luce's neck, the sight of it bringing shivers down his spine.

Wrong, seal, monster, Kawahira you ba-

Tsuna shook his head away from the visions of the man with the green kimono, smiling down from the top of a throne made out of multicolored glass. Fear pumping in her , his veins at the thought of that man with his perpetual smile and his cold hands that used to stroke her , his head in a garden with flowers that were human souls once.

"I'm really sorry about him Tsuna-san," Yuni apologized, the boy beside her yawning as he found himself entranced with the ring on his finger. It was beautiful, and orange clear gem in the middle of metal wings stretched outwards.

Tsuna remembered the ring. It was in his dreams, along with the pacifiers hanging off people's necks. There were three of them. A set of seven, each held by three different sets of people. It was dim and he couldn't remember their faces. Nothing but the glow of the objects in their hands and the veils covering their heads.

There was a woman draped in white cloth that glowed in the darkness of what seems to be the middle of the garden. There, hanging off her hands, was a chain of gold with various colored pacifiers that gleams when stuck together, pulsing like heartbeats.

Familiar heartbeats hanging off familiar necks. Renato's Sun, the man who accompanied them and his Storm as well as the double Skies that is Luce and Yuni with their tender smiles. She, he hates those pacifiers with a passion.

' For a world where a future exists

One must sacrifice their souls to the abyss

Guided by Arcobaleno's hands

Pillars to these lands'

He could hear a voice, not the voice in his head but a voice whispering in his ears while he stared at the two in front of him. Yuni glanced over with her worried gaze that seemed so mature, looking at him when she's not really looking at him. Byakuran and his smirk, his form seemed to flicker back and forth, between the child who didn't know better and the prideful teenager.

'From the past we learn

To Vongola's wings we turn

Keepers of history

Unraveling the lies and mystery'

A wispy black fog covered a man's figure lingering around his feet and hanging over his shoulders like wings. His hands holding a box of gems stuck to silver rings in a box of gold and black that seems to flicker and shine back and forth. The rings would sometimes disappear before appearing again, glowing brightly in the man's hands. Tsuna knows those rings, had seen them on the fingers of his brothers. They weren't the same but he could feel it.

The aura of the ring in the middle, the one with the multicolored gems, the sky ring, reminds him of a simple ring with a blue circle of Giotto and the odd-looking one s that envelopes Natsu's finger, connected by a chain that he used to fiddle with as a child. It was odd. For two rings to have the same feel but SoraTsuna knows that they are nothing but one and the same. Two halves of one, a part of one another and Tsuna, Tsuna knows what those rings are. The name is just at the tip of his tongue.

And standing in the middle of them both was a being that Tsuna for some reason knows not to call by either gender, with eyes as purple as the man in front of him and dressed in shiny translucent grey fabric that trails down to the ground. The being, Mare, smiled at him as if they know what he can see, what he can hear and from beneath the veil, he could see their lips move.

'Every second, the present moves on

Until the past is drawn

And the future goes on

And Mare's sights come upon'

The rings, jeweled gems with wings unfurled open, glistened in the darkness and Tsuna watched as the vision faded, and instead of the three otherworldly beings, in front of him was the two children at him. Yuni with a hand holding his sleeves in worry Byakuran meeting his eyes distrust evident.

'Child of the past'

He could hear the voice say, a cold hand wrapping itself around his neck and holding him tightly there and Tsuna could see that the two didn't know anything about the voice or the hand around his neck.

"Tsuna-san," Yuni stepped closer, holding him back from escaping. "Are you okay?" she asked. But Tsuna couldn't see the girl or the man who pressed his fingers against his side, deep in thought. All he could see was the being, eyes glowing gold and skin translucent under the light, a finger against their lips.

'Who forgot what has passed

But hidden underneath

Is the soul, fast asleep'

Tsuna doesn't know what the being was saying, couldn't make sense of it. Not when the voice in his head was screaming and the pounding in his head.

'Wake up

Vongola's Little cub

Or the world will suffer

By the hands who lost another'

And Tsuna took a step back with every step the being took forward. Something screaming in him to run, to run far far away or else, he was to remember. He, She, Sora, Tsuna will be forced to remember.

At the moment the being would have pressed their cold, icy fingertips on his cheeks, he felt someone, the smell of orchids and marshmallows filling his nose, push him down. Narrowly avoiding the touch and everything became silent for him.

He could hear nothing, not even his own breathing. The deafening silence made him seek comfort from his other senses. The simple black mary janes that Yuni wears and the unlaced white sneakers that Byakuran wore stood brightly against the dark wood floor and the overwhelming smell of sweets and flowers helped calmed him down. His vision flashing back and forth from the dorm's expensive-looking floor to the gardens he frequently visits in his dreams and it was only the hand holding his head downwards that prevented him from looking up.

He stood there for a long time, head bowing and a hand held by soft smaller ones. His vision flickering and the silence deafening until it was interrupted by a humming. A sound coming from the man who held his head down, a hum. A somewhat familiar hum that Tsuna knows the lyrics too. Should know the lyrics too.

"How cruel Tsunayoshi-kun," Byakuran laughed, removing his hand from his head, letting Tsuna stand up properly, narrowly missing the sad look the white-haired student had before he looked away. "This makes me hate you less now."

He says that as if it was a bad thing and Tsuna could see a mask cracking. "Tsuna-san are you okay?" Yuni asks, worry evident in her tone. Her fingers clutching his sleeves tightly, her lower lip trembling and she looked like she was about to cry.

They looked like them. The figures in his dreams.

Hair as white as orchids and eyes as purple as lilac flowers. There were two of them, parent and child. Mare and Byakuran. But why does Sora, Tsuna remembers a boy with eyes that shines like the stars?

A smile as bright as the sun and a heart as fragile as glass. Arcobaleno, Luce, Aria. Where did Yuni come from?

Eyes as orange as sunsets and hair that defies gravity. Giotto, Natsu, Vongola, Sora. And him.

He doesn't want to remember. He doesn't need to. But looking at the worried eyes of the girl in front of him and the pained look that Byakuran was trying to hide, something in him was breaking. "I'm okay," he found himself saying. Trying to give them a smile despite what has happened, the image of the being burned in his head and the words, the prophecy, echoing in his mind.

The being called him 'Vongola's cub.' A cub… Tsuna doesn't want to suspect anything, doesn't even want to think about it. He wants to go back home. Doesn't have to worry about the Ruins who may or may not be looking at him specifically. Doesn't have to worry about teachers hating on him just because he accidentally called him another name. Doesn't have to worry about his brothers and whether or not they'll come back. Doesn't have to worry about his visions and the voice in his head worsening. Tsuna hates it.

"Nee~" Byakuran started, slinging an arm around Tsuna's stiff shoulders, putting his face very close to Tsuna's. "Tsunayoshi-kun, tell me the truth okay?" His eyes glistened dangerously as his smile disappeared. "What did you see?"

The temperature dropped, Tsuna's whole body was screaming again. Telling him to run. That Byakuran will not stop. He must not know.

"None of that," he said, his nails digging through the thick sweater Tsuna wore today. "I admire you Tsunayoshi-kun but I despise liars above else," he giggles and Tsuna could only find comfort in the warmth that seems to come off in waves from Yuni. "Especially one who thinks he can replace So-chan."

So-chan? Who's So-chan? Tsuna's not trying to replace anyone! He doesn't even want to be anyone but people here, even his siblings, even that stupid Ruin mistaken him for someone else and he had enough of that. He just wants to be him but no one looks at him.

All of them just see Sawada Tsunayoshi, the last living survivor of the S-class attack. Sawada Tsunayoshi, the boy found resting in the middle of a Ruin's nest. Sawada Tsunayoshi, the useless boy who couldn't even leave the house without his siblings. Sawada Tsunayoshi, the boy with handsome, amazing brothers. The stain of their family.

Tsuna, the boy who looks so much like Sora.

Tsuna knows but when Byakuran spoke his words, everything became so clear to him. He's not trying. He doesn't even want to be the replacement of some dead girl. A dead girl who didn't care for anyone but her-

"Sora isn't like that!" He froze, Yuni's outburst making him realize that he was speaking aloud and was babbling. Babbling words that made Yuni let go of his hand and cry and made Byakuran's eyes glisten like a polished blade against the fluorescent lights up above. "Sora's kind and sweet and she's not selfish!"

He watched as tears fell from Yuni's eyes and- And it hurt so bad that all Tsuna want was to brush her tears away just like he used to. He used to? He was able to stop himself, a hand already positioned right behind Yuni's cheeks. What was he doing? What was he about to do?

"Tsuna-san?" Yuni called out when he took a step back. What was he about to do to her? Touch her? Tell her everything's okay? Does he doesn't mean what she he said?

"I'm not going," he said, taking another step backward. He can't go. Not when everything feels so overwhelming and the voice in his head hasn't stopped screaming. Telling him to go near them both and hold them in her his arms because it's her his fault. "I- I'm sorry for the trouble."

He went to his open door, ignoring the way Yuni panicked and Byakuran tilted his head in contemplation, a finger tapping against his own cheek, and closed the door behind him. He fell down on his knees, his mind faintly remembers that on the brochure it said the Academy provides soundproof rooms. Nothing will be heard inside and outside sans for the alarms that are magically placed all around the campus.

He clenched and unclenched his hands, vision blurring and he rasped out to no one. "What do you want from me?"

"I don't know," someone answered back. He looked up and saw no one. It's a familiar voice, a voice he heard from his dreams frequently. "But I believe you know something."

He smelled it first before knowing he wasn't alone. Coffee and the faintest hint of gunshots. "Sawada Tsunayoshi," he looked down, the cold metal of the gun pressed against his forehead as beady eyes stared back at him. The yellow pacifier glinting at him mockingly, telling him that he's not getting any break at all.

"Yuni and Luce seem to trust you. Decimo and Primo stayed with you," the baby Renato said, his pristine suit reminded Tsuna of the time where Giotto dressed up, the ring in his finger flashing a bright orange. "And you feel and even smell like her."

He could see the baby's not a baby finger twitched on the trigger. "Tell me Sawada Tsunayoshi, child of Iemitsu Sawada and Nana. Just who are you?"