[EDIT: 05/03/15] - Just some grammar and spelling checks and changes. My Ryuu-fukutaichou fixed my horribly typing. It really was a bad chapter. But in my defense, I didn't have time to wait for her to check it over. My beta would usually do that for me, but I have a few series which I let my Ryuu-fukutaichou and my Hitomi-fukutaichou look over instead. So enjoy the changes, they should be much better now!

I was rereading Fatherhood, and Echoing Fantasy's new fic and I HAD to write something. So here's another little update about Yoshinobu being a nephew, and some of his 'uncle' figures! You can also consider this fic being in the same or a similar universe to 'We Have a Proposition for You'.

Fatherhood: Nephew

Dino: Hatred

Dino: 32; Yoshinobu: 2

Dino has never felt true hatred. Not for the man who slaughtered his mother and father, and not for the various enemies that threatened his family. He came close to hatred for the man who tried to kidnap his son when he was four, but Dino only felt guttural rage.

See, in their line of work, hatred was a very slippery slope. One with no return.

Once you are a mafia man with hatred for another, there is no end. You will go until you are falling apart to slaughter and tear apart whomever brought about such feelings, and when you are finished it is too late. You can have rage at something that has happened, but to feel hatred when you had the power to raze the land, you were done.

Because just tearing apart the one famiglia who wronged you would stop being enough, soon you would force others to wrong you just so you had a reason to hate. So mafia men and women raged instead, because rage could be sated with a wrong-doing settled. Hate could not.

Still, Dino was a Boss. He was a Brother, and a Father, and an Uncle.

He came close to hatred again when Tsuna came to him, some going on a year ago now. The boy was no longer a boy. Dino had been startled, because he had expected the bashful blushing of his little brother when he was drawn into a hug. He had expected Tsuna's usual lament about being a Boss or having to do paperwork. He had expected his silly, little 19 year old brother.

So the stern-face, calm man that entered had startled Dino. At the same time it had made his flame core jump in excitement. At the time, something about Tsuna's stillness –which wasn't still at all, because Tsuna's skin and his eyes were lit with his flames –seemed familiar to Dino. But he was distracted by the contentment and resolve on Tsuna's face.

"Little bro!" Dino stands, and he can see in Tsuna's eyes that the boy is aware of Dino's confusion. "What brings you here? You've disappeared off the map the last little while."

If Dino sounded disappointed and worried, he had meant to. The way Tsuna's confident smile folded a little obviously meant that Tsuna knew that Dino had worried.

But he had been gone for almost a year. No news besides little 'he's fines' from Reborn ever few months when Dino nagged him. It wasn't enough. Dino, after having his son seven years ago had become all too protective of Tsuna, suddenly aware of what a Father should be and what Tsuna lacked.

Ignoring the fact that Reborn had taken up the mantle of Father of course.

"I'm sorry, Dino." Tsuna shocked Dino again by pulling him into a tight embrace, one flooded with familiar –friendly, protective –sky flames and warmth. "It was….necessary."

Dino understood, sometimes heirs –especially ones not yet entirely known to the Mafia world –needed to go into hiding, or strengthen the famiglia alone. Didn't mean that Dino hadn't gone nearly insane with worry of course.

"Why?"

Here, Tsuna smiled and gestured for Dino to sit. "It's a long story, but first you need to meet someone."

Before Dino could ask what was happen or who on earth he could be meeting, four of Tsuna's guardians walked in. Kyouya and Mukuro first, both had harsh and feral eyes. They scanned the room, the windows and even Dino himself before pulling even with Tsuna.

"I imagine Yoshinobu behaved?" Tsuna chuckled as his guardians scanned Tsuna. They agreed and Dino turned his eyes to Hayato and Ryohei who entered behind.

Before Dino could get a good look at what Hayato was holding, Tsuna blocked his view. There was some quiet chatter and some awkward shifting, and then all but Ryohei remained in the room. Hayato and the others left quickly, but Dino could feel them right outside the door. Their flames felt like wolves, roaring and ready to strike.

"I would like to introduce you to the newest member of Vongola. Dino, meet Yoshinobu Sawada-Vongola. My son."

And from there the world fell apart. Suddenly Dino recognized the cool –furious, constantly moving, constantly watching –contentment on Tsuna's face when he walked into the room as the look of a proud father who was reforming all of himself and everything he did to his son. Suddenly he understood Tsuna's disappearance. Dino suddenly realised why Tsuna looked so different.

He was a father.

"Tsuna….?" Dino was overwhelmed by wonder. The child in Tsuna's arms was a perfect little replicate of the young man holding him, with some subtle differences.

Dino wasn't aware of the weight until his arms automatically curled around Tsuna's infant. It was a great show of trust, and Dino's flames reacted in turn to the faith. Immediately his flames catalogued this child, and his father. Immediately his Will brought their flame signatures in and catalogued them as Precious and Mine.

"How, Tsuna? I didn't even know that you were with someone."

And there was the bashful, silly boy that Dino remembered. Father he may be, but Tsuna was still Tsuna. He would always be a little clumsy and ferociously protective of his family. It was good to see that Tsuna wasn't being overwhelmed with that Vongola Intuition; because yes, Dino knew about the poison and strength of a will that had fathered life.

"Ah, it's a bit of a long story." Tsuna admitted, watching Dino rock his boy, glad that he had been right about the man. He was trusted, he could be trusted with Yoshinobu.

"Good thing I have a few afternoon then, huh?"

And so Tsuna talked and talked, he let the tears fall where they needed to, and he didn't try to hide his own fury-bordered-with-hate. He told Dino of Kazuna, of their life, and of how Nobu came about. He didn't stop, didn't let Dino's hate fester and broil, instead he spoke of Nobu's birth and Tsuna's feelings. He joked about the fury he felt, the confusion, and the utter and total devotion.

Dino listened, he felt and joked along. But he felt rage too. Still, he knew what he had to do, brother to brother, boss to boss, but father to father most of all.

"I'm here for you, Tsuna." Dino admitted, his eyes calm, no jokes no teases. Just sheer and utter devotion to helping Tsuna, to raising their sons together.

It was what Tsuna need. In a world where his guardians didn't understand the sheer devotion and insanity of having a child, and when Tsuna felt so constricted on whom he could trust. It helped to have Dino there, someone he had seen with a child, someone who had helped him all his life.

"Thank you, Aniki." Tsuna sighed leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes. Dino noticed, as Tsuna tipped his head back, the way Ryohei –who Dino knew was there as a sun user should somehow Yoshinobu be injured –stiffened and his eyes became guarded and resolved. As it was, Dino's own mouth grew dry at the show of exhaustion, and trust in the man.

It made him even more furious at the women who caused so much strain. But it made him even more proud to know that Tsuna trusted him, and that Tsuna had become a beautiful father to his young boy.

But that was a year and a half ago now.

So yes, Dino came very close to hatred the day he met his little nephew. Hatred at the Woman for trying to kill the child, hatred at Tsuna for not ending the women right after. Hatred at himself for not being there for Tsuna, as a brother; as a father!

But, the hatred simmered quickly to rage instead. He could rage that Kazuna for wanting to get rid of this little star, but it would have been her choice, it was her body. But she had been swayed by money and that infuriated Dino.

It also made him even gladder. He rocked Nobu in his arms, singing the same lullaby he had sung his own son as a child. He was glad that Tsuna saved this boy, and rid himself of the poison that was his ex-girlfriend.

"You are so loved, little man." Dino chuckled, laying the boy in his crib for the evening. It was his turn to give Tsuna a break; he and the guardians were on a training camp and Tsuna couldn't risk the boy distracting or needing him.

Dino knew, even at two years old, that Yoshinobu was well aware of the love around him. The child was so in-tune with Tsuna, their Hyper Intuition folding and melding so that the child even knew to silence himself when danger was near.

So, kissing his nephew's forehead, Dino left to get some paperwork done. Tsuna would be back in the morning, and he knew he'd get no work done then. He didn't often get to spend a whole day with his son, his little brother, and nephew. Dino was going to milk it for all it was worth.

Xanxus: Key

Xanxus: 37; Yoshinobu: 10

Xanxus was a man of quick fucks and slaughter. He was highly intelligent, he knew when to fold and when to hold. He knew his card and his men with near obsessive clarity. Xanxus was not a man without a plan. Never.

However, everyday he spent with the little-boss' little brat, Xanxus understood what it really meant to be without a plan.

"Zio!" the title was given to quite a few people, but the way of saying it, the tone and the inflection of the words –the sheer love draped over every letter; that was special. Xanxus knew exactly who the child was calling, even if the title was the same.

"I'm in here, Nipote." Xanxus' voice was gravelly with sleep. He had been napping in his office when the Bester had shifted in preparation for the boy's arrival.

And like clockwork the boy burst into the room, grinning like Xanxus was his favourite person in the world –which, while not exactly a lie wasn't true either. The boy's father was his favourite person –before Yoshinobu threw himself into Bester.

He giggles and laughed as he play-wrestled with the liger, Bester growling and chuffing in affection. He nuzzled the child's face, ensuring he was safe and well, calling out his flames to check on them.

And they were beautiful flames. Pure and sky and not a tint of another flame in them. Tsunayoshi was incredibly blessed by this child. But, as the boy's eyes narrowed and he pinned Bester in the most playful and loose terms, he was also in for a fight when the boy was old enough to spar.

"Nipote." And like that, the eyes rounded out again, and the boy was on his feet. He pet Bester in thanks before kneeling at Xanxus' head.

"Good afternoon, Zio." The boy laid out the name with affectionate Italian. He didn't hold back, this child. He knew when he was in danger and his emotions were at risk, but here, in Xanxus' office with just his uncle and Bester, there was no need to hide the sheer adoration that he had for Xanxus. Xanxus felt the same for his little nephew. "I hope you slept well."

Nobu leant forward and kissed Xanxus' cheeks in greeting before grinning. He looked little like Tsuna at times like that, his grin sharper than Tsuna's, but that and his hair were where the dissimilarities ended. Yoshinobu was Tsunayoshi in spirt and body. Little differences here and there –most of which Tsuna couldn't pinpoint to coming from himself of his ex-girlfriend –but mostly it was nurture that overcame the nature of the boy's mother.

It made Xanxus happy. Tsunayoshi had been so worried that the boy would hate him, would want to leave. Tsuna feared that he would feel angry at the boy for being like his ex.

Xanxus thought Tsunayoshi was an idiot, the boy adored his little one. As did the rest of the mansion.

"It was a good sleep." Xanxus admitted, yawning in time with Bester, which of course resulted in quiet giggling from the boy by his shoulder. "What did you need, boy?" Yoshinobu looked a little embarrassed for a moment, blushing bright like his father. Xanxus chuckled and ran his large, scarred hand through the boy's just-this-side of brown hair. "What is it? Do you need help with girls? I'm sure I could teach you how to woo them."

It was a joke of course, Tsunayoshi would sooner castrate Xanxus than let the man give Yoshinobu those kind of lessons. Contrary to popular belief, Xanxus didn't get his kicks from taking away children's innocence, and he did plan on having children of his own, so he's like to keep his family jewels intact, thank you.

Still, it was amusing to see an even brighter blush roar across Nobu's face. His stuttering was a plus too. At least he didn't screech.

"N-No!" He stuttered, bright red, at a loss for words, and positively adorable if Xanxus said so himself. When Yoshi caught sight of Xanxus' smirk, he pouted. Just like his father when he was teased. "Zio! This is serious." He whined, but Xanxus didn't stop smirking. Instead he pet the boy's hair.

"Alright, alright." Xanxus admitted, soothing the boy with soft touches and the familiar warmth of his rage flames just under his skin. "What can I do for you, precious one?"

"Hold out your hands." Yoshinobu seemed to calm at that, soothed by Xanxus' warmth and his seriousness. So, sitting straight, he reached behind him and reached into the little pack he wore. He couldn't wear a holster yet, or handle a gun, so Tsuna insisted he wore this little back around his waist which held a panic button –a spare that is –and a few small weapons that the child did know how to use.

Whatever Xanxus expected he didn't expect the boy to place two clips in his hands. Both were the standard number, but Xanxus was amazed to see that they were in a custom set-up. The bullets were lined up perfectly, and Xanxus realised, were for his X-guns.

"What is this?"

"I made it." Yoshinobu admitted. "With Shoichi and Spanner's help, of course."

This child was incredible. He was not just smart, he was genius. He outdid his father, and learnt faster than anyone. Hayato and Reborn has a hard time keeping up when the boy was younger. But now with Tsuna's help and guidance on what to teach, the boy was flying. Language and engineering were the boy's strengths. With Shoichi and Spanner taking him on, Xanxus wasn't surprised that he was soaring.

"So what do they do?" Xanxus asked as he pulled a bullet out of the clip. "They look normal to me." He admitted, "But this clip is an impressive design."

Nobu looked proud at the small compliment, thrived on it in fact.

"That's cause you haven't used the key yet." Nobu grinned cheekily. "Use a little bit of flame."

And so Xanxus did as he was told. He funneled a little bit of his flames into the bullets and was amazed even before they lit his skin. In his hand, the little bullet grew bright. The regular copper jacket quickly turned red, but it didn't grow hot. The form changed and little channels formed along the surface of the bullet.

"Is this…?" But Yoshi was nodding even before Xanxus could finish. He was grinning and bouncing and laughing and so excited.

"It is! I designed these bullets to be more receptive. They use much less energy than the ones you use right now. In fact, they're 60% more efficient. Not only that, they narrow down the flame output, so instead of spreading the flames out, they channel it into a concentrated stream. These bullets" –and here he held one in his own hand, rolling it in his palm –"will fire up to 50ft farther, and when they hit their target, hold much more power."

Xanxus listened as the boy chortled on, laughing and proud. This boy was amazing. They had been trying to develop better flame bullets for years. While they'd had success, they hadn't managed to narrow the power down much, and so the bullets, when they hit, weren't much more powerful than regular bullets. But this child here….

"Oh, and they won't fire unless they have certain flame signatures!"

Xanxus was taken aback. "Wait, so not everyone's flame will work them?" Xanxus' grin was growing more and more by the second.

"Nope." Nobu grinned. "Your flame is the key to these bullets." He even shows his own flames burning, but the bullet did not change colour. "Last time Papa had his gun stolen." The boy explained, a little less happy. "I don't want that to happen again, I don't want anyone else shot. I don't want Papa shot with his own gun ever again."

Xanxus smiled. Pride swelled in his chest so big and bright that his flames swelled with it. He pulled Yoshinobu to his chest, hugging the boy tight while ruffling his hair roughly. "You're such a little brat." Xanxus bellowed, "I'm proud of you little man."

Yoshinobu thrived on that compliment, laughing and buzzing on and on about the different things he had tried, and what had worked and what hadn't. He had known that he had done well after the look of sheer adoration and pride on his father's face, but it was Xanxus that he needed approval from in this instance.

"So, why show this to me?" Xanxus asked, Yoshinobu was still lying across his chest, and Xanxus was still running his hand down his back to comfort the boy. He was still feeling a little down after admitting the reasoning for these special bullets.

Xanxus looked down into those beautiful eyes and saw something there that he was still getting used to. Sheer love. Sheer platonic love. Something he didn't have to work for, something he didn't have to compete for. Something that wasn't lesser because he wasn't blood. This boy adored him with everything he had. He cared for Xanxus, as his Uncle, as his protector.

It was all because Tsunayoshi trusted and loved Xanxus just as strongly. Tsuna trusted Xanxus as a family member, as a confidant, as a protector. Tsuna trusted Xanxus with his son, alone and with others. It was completely, deliriously, intoxicating and made both Xanxus and Bester rumble and purr with pride.

"I made them for you." Nobu explained, hugging Xanxus closer. "Because it's your birthday."

And it was as simple as that. Simply because Yoshinobu cared for Xanxus, and wanted to protect him. Simply because this child was already falling into his flames, already knew who was important to him.

So Xanxus could only laugh –trying not to notice the little choke there –and hug the boy close. These bullets were made for him –for him –by a child who adored him. He would treasure them.

"Thank you, little one." He rumbled, his voice deep with possession.

"I love you, Zio."

"I love you more, Nipote."

Enma: Rainbow

Enma: 31; Yoshinobu 12

"You know, Uncle Enma?"

"What's that, love?" Enma looked up from his book, smiling at the oft love of the boy in his lap. They were taking the afternoon from training to read and watch the skies outside the Shimon mansion. Tsuna was away with Reborn, so Nobu had asked to spend time with his Uncle Enma.

Enma still grew flustered when Yoshinobu called him that, and actually wanted to spend time with him.

"I don't like rainbows."

Now that was rather surprising. Usually, the mafia loved rainbows. Or those with flames did anyway. It was a sign of power. It was dangerous, but it was also a balance. "Why is that, you used to love rainbows?"

"I know." The boy admitted with a pout, still looking at the sky. It was the perfect sky, bright blue with a few clouds dotted around and the sun bright and big. "But I don't like them anymore."

"Why's that then?" Enma asked, looking back at his book. "Your papa likes them right?"

"No he doesn't."

Now that really shocked Enma. He had always thought that Tsuna loved the rainbow. It had always brought him good things. It brought him his guardians and his flames; it brought him the Trinisette and family; it even gave him the power to save the Arcobaleno.

"Is that why you don't like it, just because you're papa doesn't." When he was younger, Yoshinobu liked to be exactly like his Papa. He didn't eat foods his Papa didn't, liked the same colour as Tsuna did, everything was the same. Tsuna encouraged him to find his own things to love though, and celebrated the things that they genuinely had in common.

"Well not completely. But Papa's right about rainbows."

Enma chuckled, running a hand through the boy's soft hair. "Okay, so what did Tsuna say about rainbows."

"They're really pretty, and sometimes you'll find gold and good things at the end of them, but they're also awful things." Yoshinobu explained, "They only have 7 colours. Rainbows in our world are only good if they're complete. I don't like it." Then Yoshinobu turned to Enma, his eyes sparkled with those flames he was starting to control. As he spoke, Enma fell more in love, and more certain that he had to thank Tsuna again for trusting and honouring him as an Uncle for his child. "Rainbows don't have the colours of your family in them, Uncle Enma, and I don't like that. I want all the colours of flames, I don't want just rainbows. I want skies, and earths, and all the other flames too."

Mochida: Diamond

Mochida: 36; Yoshinobu: 15

Of all people, Mochida understood the concept of a diamond in the rough.

He was one of them, and Tsunayoshi was another. Both of them had a rough start in life. Of course, Tsuna's rough start was at least in part a fault of Mochida. But things had changed, so it was okay.

Now they were not only diamonds in the rough, they were better than diamonds.

Mochida couldn't even explain the sheer amazement that would assault him when he watched Tsuna lead. When they fought together, when they spoke in intimate offices late at night. It was all amazing.

But Mochida had thought that was as good as it got.

Yoshinobu was more like Tsuna than even the boy's father realised. Yeah, okay, the sharpness of his face and the colour of his hair, that was all the child's mother. But the boy's soul, his flames and his Will that was all Tsuna.

Which meant that Yoshinobu was a diamond in the rough.

"Boy, what the hell was that?" Mochida stopped his assault on the young man, letting him rest. He rested his hands on his hips, watching as Yoshinobu panted and tried to bring his breathe back into control.

Another thing about being Tsuna's son was that the boy grew too quickly for his body and mind. His Will was far stronger and far older than the boy, and so in battle he was overwhelmed.

Like now, Yoshinobu had been thrown away by his flames when they tried to spike and he tried to rein them.

"Sorry, Ken-ojii." He panted, eyes sparkled with gold, and fire making ropes around him. It was interesting, Nobu's mind far outmatched Tsuna's at this age; he was closer to Hayato in terms of his sheer genius. But his heart was too big and he tried to fight the instinct of genius to follow the need of protection.

"Don't be sorry." Mochida drew close to Nobu, running a hand though the boy's hair. It was slicked with sweat and weighted down against his neck, not that Mochida minded. Sweat was a sign of hard work. "We'll work on it."

"What's the point?" The boy's shoulder's fell and Mochida was startled by the sheer mirror he saw. He had been the one who forced Tsuna's shoulders into this submissive, hopeless form. Once upon a time he had broken Tsuna.

He wouldn't let his nephew, his precious one, his boss' –friend, family, precious Tsuna's –son feel the same thing. He would fix this broken boy and make sure he knew –always knew –that he was loved, adored, and more than a precious gem or diamond could ever be.

"It's worth it." Mochida explained, forcing Yoshinobu to look him in the eyes. "You'll get stronger, you'll get over this."

"How do you know?" There was a hint of anger in the boy's words. There was self-loathing and the ridiculous connotation that Mochida had no idea what Yoshinobu was going through. "I'm just useless, nothing like you and Papa."

Mochida sighed and ran his free hand through his own hair. This boy was a stubborn as they came. Besides perhaps his mother, from what Mochida knew of her.

"I think it's time I tell you about how your father and I met." Mochida admitted, gesturing for the end of their training. "Because what you're feeling right now? Both your father and I struggled through it, and we didn't have our families yet to help us."

"You're joking." Yoshinobu gasped as he sat and drank the water he'd brought into training.

"I'm really not." Mochida sat down, close to Yoshinobu, intimate and protective, and told him all about his relationship with his father. Hopefully he wouldn't start comparing himself to his father, but at the same time, Mochida really hoped that it would be enough to give Yoshinobu faith in himself to get better.

Mochida just wanted this precious boy to thrive and grow and be strong and loved. He wanted to give Yoshinobu all of it, and more.

Fuuta: Gravity

Fuuta: 34; Yoshinobu: 20

Fuuta knew a lot about gravity. He was subject to its whims more than others. He also controlled it a little bit. The ranking star often turned gravity off, and though he had grown able to narrow its hold on just himself, Fuuta still knew the power of gravity.

Tsuna, he was the sky. He was space and he was power. He was all accepting and all determined. He could silence a room with his sheer width. Everyone knew when he entered the room because he was just overwhelming. He could sweep you away and suffocate you with love. He could intoxicate you with just how much he'd do for you, and it made everyone who was on his right side do it. They needed that love and that unconditional protection; they all knew they did. People on the wrong side, well they knew they were done, and many bowed out and away before they could feel the fury of a full sky.

"Ah, Uncle Fuuta. You're home!"

Yoshinobu on the other hand was not so noticeable. He had this subtleness about him. He was just as powerful as Tsuna, just as accepting and just as willing to protect. But he was not overbearing, nor did people know how strong and wide his arms spread when he walked into a room.

No, Yoshinobu was strict and tough. He acted on everyone, he silenced the naysayers, and he had this weight. You didn't notice it. You didn't always know it was there, until you tried to jump.

Then it was on you. It was unavoidable, it was completely and utterly solid. The more you struggled the stronger the hold; and it wasn't just friendlies who felt it.

Yoshinobu was quick to realise the weight of his word and his flame. He wasn't lightness and air like his father. He wasn't sheer selflessness that threatened to kill himself. Yoshinobu got over that part of himself a lot more quickly than Tsuna ever did.

No, Yoshinobu knew he had to be solid, all powerful, but just as lenient to protect what was his.

Fuuta pulled Yoshinobu into his arms, kissing his cheek in a welcome. "I actually just walked through the door. How are you doing? How is Nii-san?"

Nobu smiled softly and walked with Fuuta towards the meeting room. It was the council meeting, so they wouldn't mind Nobu interrupting to welcome Fuuta home.

"Papa!" Nobu called as they entered, grinning and walking in with pride and assurance. Twenty years with Tsuna as his father, and a family full of killers had done nothing but wonders for Nobu, especially after he had gotten over his self-hating years from twelve to sixteen. "Look, Uncle Fuuta is home."

While Tsuna, at forty was young for a father, he was old for a boss. He looked no older than he had a twenty, though he was filled out much more now. Still not as thick as Ryohei, he certainly wasn't as thin as Mukuro. No, Tsuna was strong and solid. He loved deeply and openly, but he was just as vicious and dark as Xanxus when he needed to be. In fact, Reborn argued that over Takeshi –who showed the most promise when they were all children –it was Tsuna who had the greatest chance of taking his title one day.

"Welcome home, little brother." Tsuna purred, and when he stood the room went hot.

It was like the day breaking. All attention was on him, and even when he and Fuuta fell into comfortable conversation with Yoshinobu and the others in the room fell into their own talks, all attention was still kept on Tsuna. Everyone was aware that he was in the room, and he commanded their respect, attention, and focus. Even when he was actually the opposite, and hated such focus.

Tsuna kissed Fuuta's cheeks and brought him in close, asking how his mission was and how long he'd be staying. Thankfully, Fuuta could give his big brother some good news. "I will be staying indefinitely, at least for now." He smiled, filled with that heat that Tsuna gave to his closest, namely the guardians, the Varia, Dino, Enma and his famiglia, Fuuta, Lambo and Ipin (who he treated as his children) and of course Yoshinobu. "I have no missions anywhere on the horizon and I am ready for a break.

The joy that filled the head was suffocating, Tsuna's face lit up and he pulled Fuuta in again, crushing him close, so desperate of that skin-ship. So desperate and happy to have him home.

"Wonderful, we shall have a feast."

"You're staying?!" Yoshinobu was the next one to light the air. His flames and his fathers were almost indiscernible from each other by this point. They were so connected and in tune with the other that flame called to flame and Hyper Intuition made sure an enemy couldn't track the individuals.

Blood called to blood indeed.

"Of course. I wouldn't lie to you or to Nii-san." Fuuta chuckled lightly, smiling when Yoshinobu flung his arms around him joking about sparring every day, and about Fuuta finally teaching him to read the ranking star.

Yes, Yoshinobu and Tsuna were really so different. However, as Fuuta looked over the group of councilmen who watched their interactions with amusement, he noted that really they were similar too.

Tsuna was the sky, vast, complete. He was all accepting and inescapable.

Nobu was also a sky, vast, but selective. He was not all accepting, he was selective and possessive, and also completely ready to throw dangers from the family where his father would have befriended them and changed them. However, he was just as inescapable.

The sky and gravity were tied in together. They were different, but when you were on earth you could not escape either. Vongola skies were incredibly volatile, and the hot capture that Tsuna had on his famiglia, and the cool grasps that Yoshinobu was starting to form promised for an incredibly strong and long lived Vongola famiglia.

And Fuuta couldn't wait to watch it grow and change.