When Mukuro returned from France with his new student in tow, Tsuna was quick to jump up and take Fran away from the illusionist, knowing what he had promised the future Fran. To his honest surprise, the blue-haired teenager had seemed all too eager to get rid of the other.

"So, how come Mukuro didn't really want you?" Looking down at the apple-headed boy walking by his side, Tsuna couldn't help but feel saddened that the talented kid had been rejected so easily.

Fran shrugged, his eyes sparkling with joy as he focused on the warm hand that held his own. "The tooth decay fungi group didn't want me either once I said I didn't remember anything. They seemed really unhappy about that, and then they started fighting about how they didn't want me anymore."

"You don't remember anything?" Tsuna frowned, feeling saddened that the younger was implying he didn't remember their time together in the future – but was that a good or a /bad thing? If that was the case, it meant he didn't remember the abuse, but… He also didn't remember how close they had become…

"Well…" Scrunching his nose up, Fran tried to explain himself better. "I remember these really weird dreams I had. I didn't really understand them all that well, though; there was… lots of weird stuff in them."

"What kind of dreams?" As gentle with Fran as he was with Lambo, Tsuna coaxed the other into talking; it would make sense if Fran believed everything to have just been dreams, as he wouldn't expect for anything that had happened in the future to make sense to a seven-year-old.

"About pineapples, and flying elephants and animals that lived in tiny boxes, Tuna-Fish." Fran waved his free hand in the air as he spoke, an air of excitement about him before it suddenly wavered into a sad aura. "And there was scary stuff in my dreams, too. Like… my grandmother dying… And people hurting me… But it was okay in the end because someone who looks just like Tuna-Fish rescued me! I was really happy in the dream before I woke up, because I had been so lonely, it was nice to have someone to talk to. What weird dreams, huh, Tuna-Fish?"

Tsuna smiled as he nodded, knowing that Fran didn't need to be told that they weren't in fact dreams but memories of a painful existence; this Fran was so happy, so childish and innocent, he didn't need to be tainted by the blood on other peoples' hands.

"How come the Tuna-Fish asked to keep me instead?" Fran sent a puzzled look up at the brunet as the thought crossed his mind, not knowing what to expect; if those two groups that had come to France didn't want him in the end, why would one individual lay claim to him?

"I made a promise to someone, and I intend to keep my promise," Tsuna explained, not hesitating in the least. "Besides, I have some really good friends who would love to meet you, and you'd have a lot more fun here with us than you would with Mukuro. There's other babies at my house who you can play with, and when we're not at school, you can hang out with me and my friends if you want to. You'll have lots of fun. You'll… be happy…"

Fran picked up on the way the last sentence had been spoken in a sad manner, but he didn't question it; he trusted Tsuna, already having fun with the other – he hadn't really liked Mukuro or the teenager's friends, but with Tsuna, it was different; he felt wanted, as if he was actually liked and cared about.

"Ne, does Tuna-Fish speak French?" Fran tugged at the other's jacket, the over-sized Kokuyo uniform covering his tiny hands. "I'm still learning Japanese; French is easiest for me."

The brunet chuckled as he shook his head. "No, the only language I can speak is Japanese, Fran. I'll teach you it, okay?"

Fran nodded, as happy as ever. He missed his grandmother, but at least he hadn't parted ways with her like he had in his dreams; the woman had sent him off with a hug and a horrible-tasting bento, and then he had been put on a plane to Japan. It was strange in this country, but he was starting to like it, and he was confident he would be happy here with other people to play with.

Tsuna, likewise, knew the boy would finally have a chance at living a normal life, having been taken from abuse before it even started. He wanted to love and cherish the youngest, give him a life full of happiness, and maybe, just maybe, when the boy was older, they could pick up where they left off.

I am a bit uncertain as to these last three chapters. In short, I'm a bit worried I haven't ended it properly, if that makes sense?