Because there was a request to see the Fon POV cleaned up enough to post.

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Fon was not ordinarily a heavy sleeper—much like Reborn, he was an assassin. He wasn't the kind of known hitman-for-hire that Reborn was, and the vast majority of the Mafia only knew him as a powerful martial-artist Storm, but the Triads knew of his less advertised skills and those skills were the sort one didn't gain without also gaining a healthy respect for not sleeping like the dead.

Mainly because sleeping like the dead generally ended up as being dead.

He had noticed, however, that he slept a little more deeply than he ought after a heavy dose of Tsunayoshi's Flames, which he had gotten in spades during the plane ride. Enough so that he'd slept through a fair portion of said plane ride as well as most of the further travel to the Varia base and still ended up sleeping deeply enough that the startled yelp from his Sky didn't quite wake him—he started to wake, gaining awareness that something wasn't quite right, but it wasn't until Reborn's Flames flared hot and heavy and his voice cracked out in a two-name demand that Fon woke.

He was moving before he even knew what he was looking at, Reborn hunched over something long and dark against Tsunayoshi's chest, hands gripping at—the realization hit hard, and Fon actually stumbled as he scrambled to snatch at writhing scale, his own hands clamping down on the base of the snake's head an instant after Skull hooked his fingers around the lower jaw, helping Reborn to pry its mouth open as it started to thrash.

Fon's weight did little to hamper it, and the bed provided nothing to brace against in order to use his strength. He didn't dare shove Flame into its head, because while his Storm might sever its spine he knew that many snakes-heads could bite even hours after having been removed from the body, and the uncontrolled body would only thrash all the harder for a time.

And then hands nearly the size of his own body snapped closed over the creature in two places, forcing it still, and Reborn told him to pull.

Fon yanked, bracing his feet as best he could as Reborn immediately turned Flame-wreathed hands on the wound it had left in their Sky's throat, and then Xanxus ripped the serpent from his grasp and snapped it against the wall, ducked down to snatch one of his Flame-guns from the floor, and put a shot of Wrath into the thing while Fon tried to comprehend that Reborn's Sun was not healing their Sky.

Why wasn't it working!?

"Xanxus!" Reborn demanded, tight and strained, and the Wrath answered, turning Fon's attention towards the snake he apparently wasn't sure was dead.

Unable to help, to heal or even staunch the bleeding with his tiny hands, Skull already directed towards their other Sun and Xanxus calling for his own Elements for more able aid, Fon did as he'd been bidden.

Watching the snake didn't feel like helping, but a Storm's destruction was of no use, here.

(He had never felt so worthless, listening to Reborn and the Varia Sun cursing their inability to heal the wound, Xanxus' breathing coming in terror-edged pants. His hard-earned serenity had not left him—if anything, it had taken over entirely, and Fon faintly recognized the shock in himself.)

And then there was Mist, Mukuro seeking to aid, and Tsunayoshi's Sky flaring out with a physical wave of pressure that sent them all sprawling. Fon hit the ground near the suddenly moving snake, unable to coordinate his sluggish limbs well enough to even slow it, his fingers brushing uselessly against cool scale.

He saw Reborn's eyes widen, sparking bright with Sun, and then Xanxus was smacking the snake's head down against the mattress with one Wrath-bright hand, other clamped firmly around the thing's middle, blood-wet fingers smearing grey-blue with crimson.

Fon raised his own Flames, trying to force his system clear even as Reborn pressed gold-glowing hands to Tsunayoshi's neck, his expression intent but tinted with relief, which meant his Flames were working, now.

Relief indeed, more when Fon could see Reborn wiping away yet more of their Sky's blood to show whole skin beneath, prodding carefully and asking what had happened.

Fon let out a breath and stopped fighting the Flames swamping his system, that relief making him go lightheaded as he sank back to the floor. For a few moments, sound blurred and he had a hard time focusing as the Wrath's Rain brought the medics in, then warm hands picked him up and Kyoya huffed at him, "The Omnivore will be fine," he muttered, soft enough that no one else heard.

Fon breathed out and leaned into his nephew's chest, "I am glad."

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