Soooo... I've been going through a crisis about my beliefs. The story content is against my religion and I've been debating with myself whether to continue or not. But I decided that it was unfair to string people along (I know how it feels), I will continue writing this series. Yes, series. I've spent too much time thinking about it to not finish what I started. Mind you, I WILL NOT update regularly. My education is my priority and I have a fully packed schedule. On the other hand, please comment corrections or any recommendations. I am neither Irish, Japanese, nor Italian therefore I WILL make mistakes. Just point them out, mkay? No need for a scathing remark, loves. Thank you all for the support!

Also, I NEED A BETA. Anyone interested, please pm me.

.-Thought Process

.-Memory

Chapter 4: Seals, Crowns, and Revelations

"You have a Flame Seal, Tsunayoshi. Whoever put this Abomination on you deserves to be given to Morrigna's tender, loving care."

The poor boy looked confused and a little bit panicked.

Reina has been friends with Tsuna for quite a time now, her Clan had finished settling down at Kokuyo and they were the best of friends. Right now, Reina has taken Tsuna and his Kaa-san to Mira-sensei, a Clan doctor and healer. She suspected a few things and, aided by her knowledge, studied and confirmed some very disturbing facts. She had put this off for too long, to be honest.

She read a lot in her Genesis days, fanfiction being her favourite. So, it would only be natural that she would have read forums full of theories and speculations, most commonly of Tsuna being Sealed, and how it affected them. The next would be about Nana, but that would be for later. Right now, she had a best friend to support.

"S-Sealed? Flames?"

"Soul Fire, or Dying Will Flames as they are named in certain circles. They are manifestations of your soul, of yourself. Fueled by determination, one is able to manifest them physically or have it run around your body freely, if your determination and Flames are strong enough. They are a mix of your physical and spiritual energy, you cannot manifest Flames without the other. The two energies also cannot work well together without Flames between them, because it's like glue or the blood vessels that carry your blood, only, its not oxygen or carbon dioxide they carry and pass through but physical and spiritual or mental energy.

Now Flame Seals are, well, seals. They suppress or restrict your Flames. Some seals, they restrict the Flames to your soul, just enough for the person to function well as a member of society, but they can never manifest their Flames ever again. The other type of Seals are diabolic and meant for criminals. They seal the Flames itself and cut off the connection of both energies through your Flames and leaves a barely functioning person behind. Like I said, diabolic. Unfortunately, you are sealed with one of the latter. I'm actually surprised you are still alive, much more that you can even function this much. Colour me impressed, you must have supernaturally strong Flames."

Ahh, Mira-sensei, ever so blunt. Casually ripping off bandages while giving back-handed compliments. Seeing that glint in her eyes however, meant she was furious. Reina suppressed a grin and a cackle. She loved it when she read people right, and this meant she was not the only one enraged about the Seal. Far from it.

She loved it when people took her side.

She held Tsuna's hand. It was shaking hard from disbelief and betrayal.

[Don't worry love, I will let you RaGe-]

"Is that w-why it's always so c-cold? Is that why I'm so s-stupid?! Is that why I'm so-so useless?!"

Reina grabbed his shoulders and shook them hard, leaving Tsuna with no choice but to face her. She stared at him calmly.

[Cold fury ran through her veins, but she's not going to show him that yet, is she? No, they will rage later. The Unsealing comes first.]

"Tsuna! Listen to me. None of that was your fault. None of anything that happened to you was your fault. The fault lies at the feet of whoever Sealed you. Do you understand?"

Tsuna stared at the redhead, her little hands gripped his shoulders as if her calm would bleed into them. He calmed a bit, forcing his thoughts to be a little more coherent. He focused on her eyes, calm, still orbs unlike his own. The silver in her eyes bled over, protective and fierce, and he was reminded of steel.

"You know who they are."

His nose scrunched up as he let out a wounded sob out of his lips.

[They Sealed me! They hurt me!]

"Tell me, who put this on you? We will help you, who did this?"

"...My father betrayed me."

Tsuna wailed as the thought registered in his head. He did not care much for the man, he made his Mama cry inside. But he was still his- still his... He never thought he would condemn his own son to a life of misery. Reina hugged him and did her best to hide him from the world. She looked around and saw that her Aunt Mira had long left the room. Her grip tightened.

"You are innocent, Tsuna. They will pay for this injustice. And they will not get away. It may not be now, nor tomorrow, but someday. Someday. Karma will bite down so hard on their asses they literally will not be able to sit down. They would not have the posterior needed to do so."

Tsuna giggled through the hysterical haze. He appreciated her effort to cheer him up, even though he felt guilty he ruined her shirt. He knew it was her favourite.

"You are my friend, Tsuna, my best friend. You are one of my Own, just like I'm one of Yours. I will give you Shelter and your Freedom back. No one touches what's mine. Never again."

[-tRAITORS-... wHy?]

[You knew! YOU KNEW WHAT THEY DID TO ME-...And yet you still stand with them..]

[We could've ruled together, Cousin, but you sided with the blood traitors.]

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[...No. Never again.]

"Now remember, these are insane, judgemental purebloods. They are one of those people who are still stuck in the Victorian Era. The only reason we would be treated with respect, Sister Clan or not, is because we are the older, bigger, and more powerful Clan." Papa reminded as the plane neared it's destination.

"I haven't even met them and I don't like them already."

"Now Huohua, listen to me. Their King is a mad drunk pig, while their Queen is a jealous peacock. While we are above them, we must adjust to their culture. That means using our full title and no talking back to your elders. Except for that jealous peacock. Flaunt your beautiful claws and fangs and show that rampaging herbivore her place."

"Yes! Thank you, Mama!"

Papa blanched and stared at Mama.

"You're not seriously letting our daughter loose on her, right?'

"Stupid Red Panda, you're supposed to be the child of a goddess of Vengeance. A slight against a Hibari is never forgotten."

"SO, we basically act like one of those Pureblood Royalty.'

"Darling, why act when you already are one. You are the Crown Heiress of the Ancient and Royal Clan of Scairbhin."

"Dad, why didn't you say something before!"

"King Daithi, Child of Morrigna. It has been years!"

"King Judas, Child of Nemain. It has been a few years!"

The two men could not have been more different. Papa was tall with a swimmer's build and very, very fit. Judas however, was a broad, fat man. Mama was right, he does look like a pig. Looking at them felt like looking in between Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon, only with their roles reversed. Sort of.

While the two men shook hands, my gaze wandered to where a thin woman stood with a pair of twin brothers.

My, it seems we have ourselves a Cersei Lannister. Her hair was up in an elaborate updo and she wore an extravagant golden gown. The twins had blond hair swept aside to reveal shocking blood-red eyes, a trait shared by the whole family. One wore a pristine white and gold princely attire, while the other wore and all-black suit, both sending death glares at each other.

Ah, a Joeffrey Baratheon and a male Arya Stark for twins. Odd, that. This trip feels like a bloody rendition of the Game of Thrones! Papa would be Ned Stark, Mama feels like a dragon, so Daenerys Targaryen. If I could pick, I'd be Margaery Tyrell!

"=ahem= I am Queen Victoria Scaoll of the Royal House of Scaoll, Child of Nemain."

A formal introduction with full titles? Well bitch, two can play that game. Mama threw a viper's smile back.

"I am Queen Hibari-Scairbhin of the Ancient and Royal Clan of Scairbhin, former Heiress of the Ancient and Noble Clan of Hibari, mother of a Child of the Morrighan."

Cersei reborn pursed her lips before she gestured towards the twins.

"My twin sons. My darling Crown Prince Rasiel Scaol of the Royal House of Scaoll, Child of Nemain, and the… Spare. Prince, Belphegor Scaol, Child of Nemain."

Bloody hell, now I know why I got the Arya Stark vibes from. That's a future sociopath genius we have in our hands. Papa, the insult hound he is, joined the game.

"Why, I am proud to present my own Heir as well! Daughter?"

Smiling sweetly, I stared at the stuck-up woman in the eye, head tilting just a wee bit forward, making my eyes look bigger. All to look like the very image of an eerie child.

"Greetings, I am Rioghan Benikaze Lianghai Hibari-Scairbhin, Crown Heir of the Ancient and Royal Clan of Scairbhin, Daughter of the Ancient and Noble Clan of Hibari, Child of the Triple-goddess Morrighan. It is a pleasure to meet you all."

Damn, that was such a mouthful! I still haven't blinked at her. She sniffed and looked to the side with her nose in the air. Social faux pas does not seem to exist in this woman's head.

"She does not look much like her parents, does she?" Victoria stated.

Ah, the nerve of this peasant. To dare to question my legitimacy in public, in front of my own parents no less! The little amount of Common Sense this woman must have had either escaped from her brand of madness or she murdered it. The look in my wonderful parents' eyes was absolutely murderous and their grins bloodthirsty. Predators that have scented blood.

"You will find that she is most definitely our daughter, Victoria."

Oh, that poor, pitiful excuse of an existence… May no mercy befall her soul.

"Why are we even talking about this. You already lectured me on their roles for hours. I think I get the point?"

Reina groaned.

"Do you even understand why I lectured you on that? I wouldn't waste time talking 'bout it if there wasn't a point, anyway!"

"Hahaha, it's what we're supposed to do right? No worries Reina, I'll protect Tsuna no matter what!"

Reina growled in irritation and brandished her uneaten french fry at her two friends like a sword. She wasn't normally this grumpy, but she'd been talking for hours and her throat was already dry. Her fries had gone cold. Enough said.

"NO! I told you about it so you could watch out falling into those disgusting stereotypes! Not so you would mold yourselves into it!"

Tsuna and Takeshi stared in shock at her outburst... Along with the other patrons at the cafe they were eating at. Noticing her blunder, Reina's face smoothened back to a regal mask. Slightly arched eyebrows over half-lidded seafoam orbs, her lips lightly pursed as she stared the others down imperiously.

"My apologies, I did not realize I spoke so loud. No matter, the show is over, folks. And it is quite rude to eavesdrop, is it not?"

The patrons quickly turned back to their tables, chatter resuming with some faces turning red at being caught.

They were yakuza, dammit. Boss or not, being caught by a little girl hits hard on your pride [ego].

Turning back to her companions, their faces had morphed from dazed to a mix of awe and disbelief.

"I will never be able to get over how quick you can turn around a situation, Ria-chan. You're the one who did something wrong, yet made all the others look like fools for thinking so."

"Hahahaha, you're like a queen, Reina. You're name really fits you!"

Reina positively preened. She snapped her tessen open and fanned herself, the glinting weapon looking deceptively light in her dainty hand.

"You flatter me~" She purred. "But I can't take all the credit. A cousin 'o mine has taught me, and another gave me a few tips, helped perfect my technique. Also, Mukuro. By the way, nice vocabulary. Don't worry, I forgive you boys."

The boys' faces sagged in relief and relaxed, the worst has passed. Or so they believed. Reina has only just begun.

Her pleased face slowly dropped to a light frown, a palm rested on her cheek as she sighed, head tilted at the side to stare at the ground.

"I mean, it's not like I was trying to keep you safe from horrid ideologies and suicidal thought patterns, no? It's not like being aware would not only keep you alive but also avoid making unnecessary enemies, hmm? But what would I know, I'm just a simpering little princess. I don't know anything about the world. I'm afraid I would have to tell Auntie that I failed."

Tsuna stared at his best friend in horror, face paling while his jaw dropped. Takeshi confusedly smiled.

[Heh, confusedly... Dammit 'Keshi, you corrupted me!]

Chuckling nervously, Tsuna repied.

"N-no need for that, Rei-chan. Sorry, I wasn't listening much..."

Reina glanced back at the two and giggled at their faces.

"Relax, you guys. I'm not gonna doom Japan to a sweltering hot summer day. It would be counterproductive for my training~"

"Ama-ba-chan! Welcome back! How's the meeting?"

Nana hummed and put the last-minute groceries on the table. Reina called for Tsuna and rushed to help Nana prepare for dinner. She gets to learn how to cook and who the real Nana is.

Nana's cheek twitched.

"Maa, Susano'o still has a behavior worthy of a cow feces, that hard-headed little brother of mine, and Uzume is still the same sweet mischievous child that she is. Bless her for getting me out of that blasted cave."

"Hahaha, maa maa, Ama-ba-chan, that was a really long time ago. And isn't Uzume-nee-chan you know, a millenia old deity?"

Nana or to be exact, Amaterasu giggled as she expertly chopped the vegetables. Reina thought it made sense how her cooking was so heavenly, she was the lauded Sun goddess herself. Also, proof that Tsuna's strength did not come from that- that Thing who Sealed him.

My first Midterms just ended, WOOHOO! So I decided, you have waited long enough, so here you go. Also, please, please, please comment. Comments motivate me. And I badly need a beta. I'm forgetful on a good day, so I need someone to take note or remember the random little lines that pop up in my head and organize it to a chapter. And also be my editor. Generally, I NEED A PARTNER-IN-WRITE. I have too many ideas.