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WARNING: This is a SLASH/MALExMALE/YAOI fan-fiction. If you do NOT like same-sex relationships, then this story is NOT for you. The reborn/self-inserted character may be a Gary-Stue. This story is also fast-paced.
BETA READER: None, so there will be some mistakes that I miss.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Drastic change? Gone dark…er-ish? Well…I can't say that I'm sorry. I honestly have no idea where this story is headed now. I know you all have questions, but right now I can't seem to find an answer for them. I only know that with each chapter, literally anything may happen. I do not have this story lined out. I do not have bubble sheets showing different plot angles. I start each chapter without a set stance in mind and just write whatever my muse generates. I'm sorry this story may have gotten confusing and strange and questionable in the sense that it started out one way and did a severe left/right/round-about turn.
-Chapter 23-
"But life wasn't a fairy tale, and I had no problem doing what was necessary to get what I wanted, even if it meant playing dirty."
― Michelle Madow, Vengeance
-KHR-
Just like with any other time Byakuran and I had a serious conversation, Fuuta was sitting in the living room reading a book while wearing headphones. Hibird 1 was nestled on the crown of Fuuta's head, occasionally tilting its head as if reading along with the boy. I sat at the dining table with Byakuran sitting across from me. Each of us had a cup of tea in front of us, but it remained untouched as I waited for Byakuran to drop whatever ball he had been holding. As far as I know regarding the universe, nothing good ever followed the words we need to talk or anything similar.
"Meeting you…meeting you again even if you appear different, has unlocked my ability to view my other lives," Byakuran stated and boy was that a start to a conversation. "I wanted, no I still want to rule the world. Nothing could ever chance my mind about that."
I felt my brow lift, but I said nothing.
"My plans on going about it however, have changed," Byakuran admitted, slowly turning the cup of tea around and around in an absent motion that showed how nervous he actually felt.
I leaned back against my seat. How could I forget that Byakuran could see everything his other selves have? No…not forget, just conveniently pushed aside. My eyes flickered over to where Fuuta sat unawares.
"Yes," Byakuran almost hissed, his voice quiet as he leaned forward as if the close the distance I caused by leaning back. "Meeting you again. Living a life with you and Fuuta…"
Byakuran trailed off, exhaling heavily and running a hand over his face and through his hair. His eyes met mine again.
"This wasn't supposed to happen, Kyoya and you know it. But it did and I can't say that I regret it," Byakuran voiced seriously, standing up and stepping around the table until he reached my side.
He then sat down beside me where he was close enough to touch me if he wanted to.
"I only wish that I got to you sooner, before you were hurt—."
I pressed my hand against Byakuran's mouth, turning my head away to avoid his open gaze. I could feel no deceit in his words and his expression did not show anything other than truth.
"Why are you suddenly telling me all of this?" I whispered, my tone clipped.
Byakuran's fingers wrapped around my wrist and slowly pulled my arm down so he could speak. His other hand reached out to caress the side of my face and I turned my gaze back to his.
"Because I plan to rule this world," Byakuran answered. "And I want you by my side when I do."
-KHR-
"Because I plan to rule this world and I want you by my side when I do."
I could not stop thinking about Byakuran's statement no matter how hard I tried or what I did. Byakuran wants to rule the world, so that would obviously lead to the Future Arc battles…would it not? Come to think of it, what day is it? I glanced at the calendar. That particular conversation had been a few weeks ago.
"January tenth…," I trailed off, my eyes locking onto the red circle around the eleventh date. "Fuuta's birthday."
Not only was tomorrow Fuuta's tenth birthday, but it was well after the date the Future Arc was supposed to start. Did it start and I was only unaware of it, because I was no longer in Namimori to get caught up in Lambo's TYL Bazooka? Kusakabe did not mention anyone involved with Vongola going missing when I spoke to him just this morning.
"Tsk," I bit the tip of my thumb in though, my mind racing with everything that was supposed to happen and what was possibly changing.
Realizing it was nearing the time to pick Fuuta up from his lessons, I made my way to the door. Stepping into my shoes and tossing on a heavy jacket to fend off the icy weather, I wrapped the scarf Byakuran had gifted me for Christmas before leaving the apartment. The walk to Fuuta's school was relatively short with it only being a few blocks away. The cold weather kept the crowding down to a minimum and I kept my focus on my destination in order to combat the urge of snapping at the herbivores that walked too close to me.
I really hated crowded places. Why could Byakuran not choose somewhere less populated? Reaching the school gates, I stood a fair distance from the others waiting for the final bell to ring in order to collect their own small animals. My brow twitched as minutes passed and with it more children leaving with their respected guardians, but there was still no Fuuta.
Flurries began to fall and my brows furrowed. If Fuuta's teacher was holding him back for a conversation while I waited out here freezing…I growled, stomping towards the school entrance with the single mindset of collecting my small animal and biting some herbivore to death. Making my way quickly to Fuuta's assigned classroom, I slid open the door with a little more force than strictly necessary. The loud bang that resounded scared the teacher who gave a startled shout and pressed a hand to her quivering chest.
"Hibari-san, hello. Did you come to pick up Fuuta-kun's homework? Of course, let me get the packet…together…Hibari-san?" The teacher trailed off in uncertainty, but all I could hear was white noise.
"Pick up Fuuta-kun's homework?" I found myself repeating, trying to focus of the loud thumping sound echoing in my ears.
Oh…it was my heart racing.
"Fuuta was dropped off here this morning," I told her with conviction, knowing very well that is what happened as Byakuran had called me at the time regarding having to meet up with some famiglia boss. "Where is he?"
The teacher, Midori-sensei paled at my words and her shaking hand reached out for the phone on her desk.
"Fu-Fuuta-kun never showed up. I assumed he was si-sick with the cold weather," Midori-sensei stuttered, picking up the phone and struggling to dial the numbers to the front office. "I'll call for assistance."
Fuuta. I turned on my heel and ran, pulling out my cellphone as I breached the school doors.
"Oya? Kyoya-kun, I'll be home soon. I made a quick stop to pick up Fuu-kun's birthday cake—."
"He's missing!" I shouted, my breath coming out in pants as I glanced around at the school gates, my action useless as Fuuta and his abductors were long gone.
"What?" Byakuran's voice was quiet and steady, completely opposite of my current panicked self.
Such a deadly combination.
"The fucking herbivore never checked him in this morning! She never called!" I found myself having to stop and lean against the side of a building, by now having no idea where I was as I had been running blindly. "Where is he? Where's our son?!"
Who was making that annoying sound? Kami, I hate people crying. Such an ugly sobbing sound too.
"Kyoya, calm down. We'll find him…and when we do, we'll eviscerate whoever decided it was a good idea to take him from us," Byakuran sneered the last part of his sentence.
Oh…I was the one making that god-awful noise.
-KHR-
Fuuta sat in a corner of the room he had ran to as soon as he was lead inside an unfamiliar house. He tightened his arms around his drawn-up knees, pressing himself to be as small as humanly possible. The door knob jingled for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes and a sigh sounded from the other side.
"Fuuta-kun…please let me in. I promise everything is going to be okay. You're not in trouble."
Fuuta paused at the familiar voice coming from the other side of the locked door.
"I missed you. Didn't you miss me too?" Tsuna asked gently, his words followed by a click of the door being unlocked.
Fuuta stared as the door was slowly opened to reveal Tsuna's smiling face.
"Your birthday is tomorrow, isn't it? We're going to have so much fun. I have everything planned," Tsuna stated as he stepped into the room and took a seat on floor near Fuuta. "What do you think about going to see the fairy lights and then to a snow festival?"
Fuuta's face scrunched up in thought.
"I would like to go home," Fuuta finally answered, wanting nothing more than to spend his birthday with Kyoya-nii and Ran-chan.
Tsuna frowned.
"But…I thought we could spend some time together," Tsuna stated, his tone sad.
"Why did you take me from school, Sawada-san?" Fuuta asked, having reverted to using formality with Tsuna as he no longer felt as close to the brunette as he used to be. "Why did you hurt Kyo-nii?"
BANG!
"I didn't mean to!" Tsuna shouted and Fuuta flinched back, his eyes immediately tearing up. "No, don't cry. I didn't mean to yell. I'm just…hurting as well."
"Just ta-take me home," Fuuta pleaded, his voice breaking as he tried to hold back his tears.
Tsuna sighed, seeing that he was not going to get anywhere.
"Can't you see, Fuuta-kun? You are home. I'm going to take care of you remember? You came to Namimori for me," Tsuna explained while standing up.
Fuuta shook his head no.
"I came, be-because I needed pro-protection and you couldn't de-deny my request," Fuuta voiced tearily. "Kyo-nii! He protected m-me! He takes care of me! I want Kyo-nii!"
"HE TOOK YOU AWAY FROM ME!" Tsuna finally broke, shouting out his pain and it only made Fuuta scream back.
"I ASKED HIM TO!"
-KHR-
Kusakabe slipped his phone back into his pocket, his brows furrowed in anger at the information he just learned from Kyoya. Someone had gone to Narita and kidnapped Fuuta in broad daylight soon after he was dropped off at school by Byakuran. On the phone, Kyoya's voice sounded hoarse, something Kusakabe could not remember ever hearing in the raven's tone before. He turned to the other members of the Discipline Committee.
"Everyone fan out and search Namimori for Fuuta-kun," Kusakabe ordered, everyone familiar with the child who could have always been found hanging around the Hibari residence shortly after arriving. "He was kidnapped this morning from school and there are currently no leads. We need to eliminate Namimori as a possible holding spot."
Everyone nodded before leaving the room, each member hurrying to their designated area. It was not even an hour later when Kusakabe's phone began to ring with an update. What he was told made his blood run cold. He immediately called Kyoya as he made his way over to TakeSushi.
-KHR-
I heard something crack by my ear before the dial tone cut off and plastic shattered in my Cloud-flame covered fist. Even after I unconsciously crushed my phone, I could not find it within myself to understand what I heard. I know what I heard, but not what I heard. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Fuuta was in Namimori?
I felt the anger at having Fuuta taken away from me increase, my arm slowly lowering back to my side. I let my destroyed phone clatter to the ground, the sound causing Byakuran to pause his own hurried phone call. It has been months without any contact between Fuuta and Tsuna. Why would Tsuna take Fuuta now? Fuuta was not Tsuna's. Fuuta did not want Tsuna.
Fuuta was mine. He chose me; me to protect him, care for him, love him…and Tsuna just came in and swiped Fuuta away. Was betraying me not enough? Was breaking my heart not enough? Was Fuuta wanting to stay with me…Why, Tsunayoshi? Was this a result in my decisions? Have I changed so much that it changed someone so drastically…or was Tsuna always like this?
It was not until a pair of Sky-flame covered hands cupped my face that I realized my entire body was engulfed in Cloud-flames.
"You found him," Byakuran stated and I could only nod.
Byakuran's eyes narrowed and suddenly my Cloud flames vanished. I was so angry; at Tsuna for taking Fuuta and at myself for believing I could live a life without having to ever face him again.
"He's in Namimori," I hissed through clenched teeth, because any louder I would combust and most likely take out the entire block.
I would not constitute anything that left Byakuran in the next moment as words. If there was ever a moment to witness a wrathful Sky outside the Varia, it would be now. I felt a sense of guilt at feeling so utterly pleased witnessing Byakuran's reaction to this information. It meant that Fuuta was just as important to him and the child was to me.