Sorry that I haven't updated, the laptop where I store all my stories had to be repaired. Nothing threatening, only that the screen was heavily busted. I didn't make a backup one because I'm babysitting.

Thanks a lot you guys for all the comments you gave me! I really appreciated it unlike someone *cough* my dad *cough* whose imagination died.

In the next chapter I get to finish with the Sun Arcobaleno and move on to the next, which I will hint will be the Storm Arcobaleno.

Moving on to the story!

Of all things to happen he had to get captured now did he?

~ Flashback ~

Crispin looked terrible. As if he was thrown into a pigsty, rolled in it and dumped somewhere nasty… or that he just took a stroll in the Varia HQ.

Mare peered in through the bars and saw some very familiar faces.

"Everyone from a Neutral Family?" he said, looking at Crispin. Crispin had this grim look on his face that told Tsuna that whatever was going on was far worse than what he had thought. There was a moment of understanding between Mare and Crispin, like they were reading each others minds.

Wondering what the look was about, Tsuna asked "What's this about the Neutral families?"

Crispin answered him, "There's more to this than you think kid. Whatever they're planning… it's not just using us for their own benefit." He glanced behind him. "Like the servant said, everyone who's been captured are from the neutral families."

"So what does it mean?"

"It means that whoever kidnapped us and everyone else is planning to turn the Neutral Families against Cavallone and in turn, are asking for a war with the Vongola."

Tsuna went quiet.

The school hadn't only been built for the benefit of the students but it was also built for the purpose of smooth relations between families. There were still families out there that are wary of Vongola's growing powers over the mafia world, they were suspicious over the family and had kept a Neutral relationship with them. It all changed though when the Cavallone family decided to set up the school.

The Cavallone was older than the Vongola and had already a vast amount of power and respect from mafia Dons all over. The school turned into a testing ground where the Neutral families can see for themselves what the Vongola family truly was. If they approved then they strike an alliance, if not, they remain Neutral.

If somehow these people ruin the reputation that the Vongola had worked hard on…

Anything else that appeared in Tsuna's mind was nothing but endless carnage and blood.

"Can you get out?"

"Can't. They stripped us of our weapons."

"We gotta do something!" Tsuna was ready to run but Mare had lifted him by the collar.

"Easy there girl, we don't even know our way around this place." He told him.

Tsuna threw him a dirty look and Mare shrugged in reply. "Well we can't just stand here and do nothing!"

"He's right kid," Crispin said thoughtfully. "You don't know you're way around here but you're right too. You have to do something – " Footsteps were drawing closer to where Mare and Tsuna were at. "Go already! Go!" Crispin hissed.

Mare looked around before finding the perfect place to hide in. Covering Tsuna's mouth, they disappeared before two men turned around the corner.

They came towards the cell door where Crispin was at and peeked through it.

"After they're done with that kid, you'll be next." He pointed a dirty finger at him. Crispin stood still, his eyes firm as he never took his cold gaze off the man. He had already dubbed these two idiots as Ugly one and Ugly two

"What did you do with that 'kid'?" he asked.

"You're in no positions to ask questions boy." Ugly two growled. Crispin fanned his face, disgusted.

"Yeah and I'm sure you're in no position to talk with that breath of yours."

Before an all out brawl could start, Ugly number one put a hand on Ugly number two's shoulder, a sneer on his face.

"Acting all high and mighty aren't you boy?" Ugly number one came close to the bars. "Above there you might have been treated like royalty but down here you're nothing but a helpless kid. I'll tell you what though, you and your little friends," he eyed the other occupants of the cell. "are in for a little 'treatment'."

"What kind of 'treatment'?" To this, Ugly number one's eyes flashed.

"Something that you're better off dead than alive."

"Is this what we've been hearing? Those screams? Are those part of this little treatment?" Crispin hissed although he already knew the answer.

Ugly one just sneered and started to push his friend along. They laughed all the way until their voices had gone along with the dark tunnel. Crispin had his fists balled up by his sides, his face contorting with silent fury.

Up from above, Mare jumped down as swift as a cat with Tsuna on his back. Climbing down his friend, he took a look at Crispin before glancing towards where the two men had come from.

"C'mon Mare. Let's go before they come back." He said and began pulling him along. Glancing one last time at Crispin's face, he saw that the boy was gone. He probably retreated inside. He could break them out… then again there were a hundred ways that that plan can go wrong.

Besides, if this ended in a fight then he couldn't have the mine collapsing on them now could he?

They went on deeper in the tunnels until at last they came to a forked path. It took them to decided when they pointed.

"There!" they said simultaneously.

Tsuna pointed to the right while Mare pointed to the left. They glared at each other.

"I say we go right!" Tsuna said, his back stretched to its fullest as he tried to appear tall. It was a complete and utter fail. Mare was taller than him by four feet.

"I may be a servant but right now, in this situation, I call the shots because I'm the oldest." Mare replied with a quirked eyebrow; daring him to challenge his right.

Right. He had completely forgotten about that. He wasn't seventeen years old, he couldn't use his powers freely when he could and he wasn't even five feet tall as he once was! He was two feet tall, stuck in a ten year-olds body and had been forced to act with greatest care which means if he screws up once – no matter how little – pandemonium will break out in the future.

Watching the younger boys sag made Mare sigh. "What makes you say we should go in that direction anyway?"

Tsuna grinned sheepishly. "Intuition?"

"Right." Mare said dryly.

They stopped talking once they heard voices and footsteps coming from the left. Mare took one look at Tsuna and said, "Let's go with your intuition then."

They sprinted off to the right and didn't stop until they came face to face with an iron sealed door. To make it more interesting – it had curious carvings, Tsuna recognized it as the symbols that used to be on the Vongola rings back in their original forms. The six flames encircled the center where the sky should be.

"It's a dead end." Mare said when the footsteps from before came closer.

They tried pushing it but it wouldn't budge.

"So it comes to this after all." Mare commented, indicating of the fight that is about to come. Tsuna however, was frantically searching the door. His hand felt warmth from the center.

"Huh?" he said quizzically.

His hand felt the metal door once again. The center was emanating familiar warmth, as sense of peace washed over him. He felt as if there was a fire being kept from the other side. When he touched the others, he had several reactions.

But there wasn't time to think about the rest of the door as he suddenly had an idea. Pulling his ring out of his mitten, he slipped it into his finger and placed his hand against the hard steel.

Praying it would work, he lighted a small flame which quickly vanished as the steel door suddenly became ice-cold. It sucked the flame dry and after a few clicks from it, it swung open.

"How did you – " Mare started but Tsuna didn't give him time to talk as he pushed him in and sealed the door behind him.

There was a loud thud behind him and he quickly turned around only to receive a hit like an elephant rammed into him. He fell to the ground, the last thing he saw was his attacker approaching before he lost his conscience.

When he woke up, he was sitting in front of a corpse. Naturally, he screamed.

The corpse looked like it had been sucked of all its life. It's mouth was hanging wide and open, eyes rolled all the way to the back of the head and a look of absolute terror on its face.

What made it worse was that the victim was no more than twelve years old.

There were tubes stuck to his arms, connecting him to a machine somewhere at the back. There, in a transparent container, were sun flames dancing wildly around. It was so pure that it rivaled Ryohei's to an extent.

Is this the cause of all those screams?

Tsuna could feel himself turning green, ready to puke out, until he noticed there were similar tubes stuck to his forearms.

~ End of Flashback ~

Tsuna counted the times he almost died and had lived by a stroke of luck. He wondered if that same luck would show up this time because hereally didn't want to die in the hands of a machine.

"Why…why are you doing this?" Tsuna asked, his eyes blazing.

"Why? Is that all you children ask?" he asked almost sounding lazy.

"Dying Will flames. What is it that you want with it?"

Kishim's dull eyes suddenly sparked. "Oh? You know about those? Well, well, well, you are an interesting one."

He strode towards Tsuna and examined him closely. Literally, they were inches from each other's faces. "Flames is a rare knowledge that isn't common in the mafia world. Yet you know." He stared at Tsuna's eyes. "Ah, yes." He said. "You must be Giotto's son right? The similarities are hard to ignore." He then stood up and took a step back.

"Where's my friend?" Tsuna asked, his eyes looking around. He had just realized that Mare wasn't in the same room as he was.

"The white haired one? He's sitting behind you."

Tsuna craned his neck to look up but saw nothing. The chair was far taller than he was and blocked Mare's head.

"Mare, wake up!" he said, kicking furiously.

"I'm already am." Mare's reply was.

"You've been awake this whole time?" Tsuna shrieked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I figured since you're the one facing the dead, I'd rather not."

"You're really considerate, aren't you?" The sarcasm was evident in Tsuna's voice.

"Nice to be of help." Tsuna could tell he shrugged, judging by the tone in his voice.

Kishim watched them. Amused by the two boys that were bickering in front of him but was stopped when Tsuna turned back to him, from the expression on his face, he was demanding an answer.

He considered it for a while.

"Since the two of you aren't going to talk sooner, I might as well tell you." He circled them, his eyes moving from one face to another.

"Dying will Flames in its highest form is rare, as it can be produced only by the rarest metals on earth. However, there is another way of acquiring it: through the means of children." He locked gazes with Tsuna.

"A ring can produce a flame to its maximum capability, a window to the soul, what also matters is the person's spirit itself. His or her Resolve are what determines the purity of the Flame. People who live in this world who possess such purity are rare, therefore children are second best. They are not tainted by the horrors of the world, they are naïve and ignorant. Their needs and wants are simple yet pure. Their innocence being what determines the Flame and not their Resolve."

He looked away from the disgusted expression on Tsuna's face.

"So the younger they are, the purer the flame is." Tsuna spat out. Kishim nodded approvingly.

"But why would you need them?" Tsuna asked.

Kishim put a finger to his lips. "That is only for me to know."

Tsuna didn't know what he was feeling, anger, rage, disgust or horror but he wanted to punch Kishim so badly. They continued to look at each other, or more like glaring on Tsuna's part.

"But why do you need someone like me?" Mare asked. "I'm seventeen years old."

Kishim turned to look at him. "You are one of those people who posses such a Flame. Rare as you are, people who have faced evil in the eye and still remained good-hearted or are very ambitious are potential candidates."

Mare snorted. "I'm flattered."

"Glad to know so." He turned away from them and had started to approach the machine at the end of the other room. "I'm afraid though our little chat has come to an end. Farewell boys."

"Wait!" Tsuna cried out. "You can't do this! You can't hurt innocent people! What is it that they've done to you that they deserve this?"

Kishim didn't stop. "The freedom from my curse."

"But aren't you already free? You're in an adult form!" Kishim stopped in his tracks.

"This… is only part of it." He said and continued on.

"No its not." Mare said, stopping Kishim. "Its punishment." Kishim turned around, shock and fear passing in his eyes before disappearing. Tsuna want still, his mouth hanging open.

"A curse for one to bear will be the curse of all." Mare continued. "One of you tried to defy your role and now, the rest of you are suffering so you want the curse to break. Am I right?"

Kishim's eyes widened. "You are…" his voice faltered.

"I'm no one really." Tsuna could detect a smirk in his tone. "No need to be afraid of me. In fact," the tone in Mare's voice made the hairs on Tsuna's neck stand. "You should wake up before you completely destroy yourself."

Kishim's eyes went misty, as if a shadow passed through them. The suddenly, he clutched his head as he staggered back to them.

"You never wanted to kill." Mare said and Kishim shook his head. "No." he whimpered.

"You embraced your role. You wanted to protect." Kishim dropped to his knees. "I do…"

"You aren't his puppet Kishim. Wake." With that one word, Kishim dropped down on all fours and began to breath heavily.

Tsuna was dumbfounded. He did not know what just happened and he was confused. Extremely confused as Ryohei will always be when he faces a question at school. Since when did Mare gave the impression of someone powerful?

Kishim managed to stand up again and Tsuna was back to trying to escape, but he saw something in the man's eyes that made him stop. There was a new light in the man's eye, as if he had come out of the darkness and into the light.

"What are you-?" he asked when he came to him, and to his surprise, had been released.

"There isn't much time. Soon, Carmine will regain control and your friend's words will not be able to free me again." Kishim said as he released Tsuna's ankles.

"Carmine? What's he got to do with this?" he asked as he rubbed his wrists.

"Everything. I cannot be saved no longer, I am too influenced by his power." He went and staggered to Mare. Tsuna went to ask Mare about a million questions until he found him snoring.

"He's asleep?" he said. How can he be asleep at this kind of time?

Kishim's face contorted with pain. "The others are roaming the world, free from Carmine's control but not from their punishment and are still yet to be saved."

"Others?" Tsuna said.

"Rhan. Arcobaleno of the Storm, she resides in Wales, in Dinas Emrys. Find her, among the others, she would make into a valuable ally." The braces on Mare's ankles were now free.

Tsuna shook Mare awake. He groggily opened his eyes and yawned. "Did I miss something?"

"Leave while you can…" Kishim sank to the floor. "Go!" he said as he lay there, twitching. Tsuna was glad to leave but they haven't made it to the door when Kishim had risen, this time he was back to the way he was before.

"I should have killed you while I still had the chance." He said. In a blink of an eye Mare was thrown to the other side of the room, slamming against the dirt wall before sinking to the floor. Kishim reeled his arm back and sent it in Tsuna's direction.

To his surprise, his eyes met orange ones as Tsuna dodged his attack, propelling himself up and to land behind him. Tsuna sent a punch at him which Kishim caught. Using his flame to hang him upside down in mid-air, he then turned his body into rotation as he kicked Kishim in the face. Kishim skidded backwards, looking unharmed. Tsuna dropped on the ground. Looking up with blazing orange eyes and a flame on his head he stared back at his enemy.

Kishim was strong, stronger than he looked. He was fast, and he was almost indestructible. For some odd reason, he was reminded of Reborn.

"Interesting weapon you have there." Kishim said as he stared at Tsuna's gloves. "Care to explain?"

"Maybe." Tsuna said. "When I feel like it." He then shot towards Kishim like a bullet, feet-first, he slammed into Kishim's torso. Kishim didn't looked fazed, in fact, it was if he wasn't getting affected by his attacks at all.

Kishim grabbed him by the legs and spun him before letting him go. Tsuna forced himself upright and hadn't been given the chance to dodge as Kishim's fist connected with his face. Using his palms, Kishim continued to pulverize Tsuna's small body so fast, that it felt like his bones were broken by Deamon all over again except that what Kishim was really aiming for was shutting down his organs.

With every strike from his palms, Tsuna could feel the sun flames entering his body. It felt disgusting, dark and malicious with a promise of destruction. It was the opposite of the sun flames usual factor of Activation. Instead of activating the body's capabilities, it was deactivating it. Before he could land a blow to the heart, Tsuna forced his flames inside his body to reinforce the area of his torso.

Not a second too soon that when Kishim landed his final blow, his flames were ineffective… but that didn't stop the pain he felt when he landed on the ground. His arms and lower body were numb and Tsuna just felt like what it means to be a lifeless corpse because he can't feel anything. His heart was still beating although he had trouble breathing.

"I'm impressed that your still alive boy." Kishim said as he stared over him.

Tsuna coughed out blood and then winced. One of his ribs was broken. His flame flickered out and he was left wearing mittens. He can't fight, not when he's disabled like this.

For the first time ever, Tsuna couldn't fight back against a flame that was so familiar to him yet so different. It was like he was looking at the darker side for it, and he thought that how the flame was used for all the wrong reasons, this was a hundred times worse. As if it was like Day and Night.

Kishim was going to land the finishing blow when the door was blown off its hinges. Kishim narrowed his eyes and pulled back.

The smoke cleared and a man stepped out. Tsuna's eyes widened and felt his eyes moisten when he saw who it was, because, standing there, was the boss of the Vongola who looked ready to kill.

One glance at his adoptive son and Giotto was ready to kill, with absolute rage as his fuel and an urge to incinerate the man before him. A growl ripped though his throat as the flames on his forehead and hands blazed so hot that his surrounding almost turned into molten lava.

The students were one thing but taking his son? Things had just gotten personal.

Ha! I'm leading the Vongola in a wild hunt around the world! :D

In the next chapter I'll explain how everything turned out in one nice long chapter. I am so gonna enjoy writing the fight scene between Giotto and Kishim; honestly, I already have several badass ideas on how I plan Giotto to fight.

IMAGINATION RULES!