Buon Giorno, minna!^^
It's been a while, but a shorter while then the last time...
Well, to new chapters, the second new one, a bit on the shorter side than usual...I guess...
And just so you know, I'm a bit slow and stuff, but I can reassure you we are going forward,
even though you can't see it unlike me, but I won't spoil that for you, that would be...
And I'm only posting now, because I'm waiting for the CD to load the tracks, so I can do homework...
An'way Have Fun!^^
Summary: Tsuna wakes up to find himself: Without Tutor. Without Guardians. Without Mafia.
Just a family, where he is unwelcome. Was it all a dream? He finds out - everyone/-thing exist. The adventures just never seemed to have happened. Alos, It's not him to be Vongola Decimo, but his little brother. How will things turn out? May contain romance later. Maybe, maybe not AU.
Disclaimer: Well, this is still a fanfiction, so I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Or the characters from KHR. I would say, they're Akira Amanos.
Just the plot is mine. Tsuna's younger brothers. So will probably have OCs on the enemy's side and others you'll see then.
You'll probably be confronted with OOCness, though I tried to avoid it...
Incomplete Sky
Huffing he climbed up the cliff.
Bandages and band-aids secured carefully in his pocket.
Training had been short.
After running, stretching and muscle training, he got into stance and had kicked and hit, basic movements, he had never really learned martial arts.
Reborn never taught him, only drilled few moves from several kinds that could be worked into his natural movements and cooperate with his Vongola intuition (and dancing, he shudders), still it was fast-paced and fluid.
Movements that were necessary or helpful and the whole palette of basics until he could do them in his sleep.
'Basics were deadly'
He tested them against invisible foes and opponents, his mind conjuring, next to assassins and other goons, the image of several future-selfs of his friends he would spar with, switching with each other, mostly Kyoya, that fighting maniac, but also the others, like the Varia.
He admits he nearly 'hiie'd at their bloodthirstiness, even though it wasn't real, but realistic, he remembers, remembers them all, all too well.
'How they were/are…How we interacted…How we are family…'
And how lonely he feels without them.
'But I will protect your past/other-selves, minna'
Because they were important to him, not the same, never the same, but important.
He clutched his hands into fists, then he sighed and seated himself on the edge looking down at the damage he'd done, when training without flames.
He couldn't even when he should.
'Reborn would get suspicious at the burns.'
His body was not yet accustomed to them, so sometimes he would burn himself a bit, but he hadn't got his beloved mittens in this world and he was unlikely to receive them.
He really missed his gloves.
He only shortly wondered if Spanner could make him some.
'Probably, but it wouldn't be the same'
And he dismissed the idea, going back to the state of his body.
The scrapes and bruises he could push on his clumsiness.
'And the bit of bleeding'
He looked at the blood of the wounds and pulled out splinters he noticed before he began to wrap his hands and forearms in black bandages resembling how Nii-san wore his white ones and put band-aids on several smaller wounds, which greatly reminds him of his dear friend Enma.
He had felled one tree by consecutive assault and cracked and destroyed barks of several others around.
He sighed.
It was improvement, but he knew he could do better.
'But this body can't bear your future abilities'
He positioned himself in the lotus position calming his mind to enter the HDWM state of mind without flames.
And in an afterthought:
'Maybe Reborn will still get suspicious…'
He could probably push it on his clumsiness and his bullies…
'They don't often get physical, but it probably works…'
He shoved this thoughts to the back of his mind, determined, he had more important things to think about.
Looking at his watch he nearly panicked, the volleyball match long done, before he remembered his brothers not coming home until late, still maybe he should head back.
Nodding to himself, he checked his sweaty filthy self for anything outstanding, which would fall out of his explanation.
Taking note of nothing he wished only for a bath.
'A good plan'
He needed to get home and shower fast.
'Before they''ll be home'
He sprinted fast, but maybe too fast, because as he tried to stop, when he came to the street and could already hear an approaching car, his clumsy side decided to resurface and he stumbled.
He actually never really grew out of it, but it had subsided, only to spring up at times again.
'But why now?'
He cried inwardly, cursing his luck.
He was falling forward and the car was coming and…
'Hiieee! Reborn would revive me just to kill me again for dying like this'
Luckily for him a hand caught the scruff of his neck halting him mid-fall.
The car, it turned out to be a truck, passed few inches in front of his nose for few seconds before he was pulled back.
Probably with a bit more force than intended as his nose instead hid the other person's chest.
He knows that smell!
Blinking a few times he looked up pulling out paper and pen.
*Yamamoto-san!*
The other boy gave him his typical cheerful grin.
Although Tsuna could see how the other boy's eyes swept over him worriedly checking for injuries and widen barely noticeable.
'He probably noticed the scratches from training.'
*I'm alright Yamamoto-san*, he answered the other with a small smile before the question was spoken, *Thank you very much!*
"No problem, but are you really alright…?"
Yamamoto stopped mid-sentence not exactly knowing how to address the other.
He knew the name of course, but…
'Calling him Sawada kind of doesn't feel right,,,'
Not to mention including the boy in front of him, he knew three of them…
He then heard the rustling of paper.
*You can call me Tsuna.*
He looked at the smiling boy.
'How did he…?'
Tsuna's smile unconsciously took a nostalgic edge.
He knew, of course.
The slightest shift of the clothing, twitch of a muscle or changing nuance in the voice or eye color.
He had spent a lot of time with his guardians and could read them as easily as he could them.
'My guardians at least'
But these were not his guardians.
Younger versions-
'Not my guardians!'
He needed to remember that.
He let his breath out, not realizing he had hold it in the first place earlier.
*Terrible bad luck*
He took and gave another breather.
Until today he had tried to avoid the baseball player.
'And now I had tried to talk- communicated with both my best friends…'
He sighed, well aware that Yamamoto-san was now eyeing him curiously.
'Huh?'
*Yamamoto-san aren't you going to baseball practice?*
The taller teen shoulders tensed for a moment.
"Ie", he said still smiling, "I need to help out my oyaji today"
He knew the boy in front of him was feeling conflicted.
He wanted to help his dad, but he also wants to train for the upcoming game.
*I can help out, if you want*
"Huh?"
Tsuna gave a light laugh at Yamamoto's surprised face.
*I can help out your dad and you can train, right?*
"Y-yeah…"
'Flabbergasted Yamamoto-san. Always funny'
Tsuna chuckled soundlessly.
'Flabbrgasted guardians in general were funny'
At least in his opinion.
He skipped a few steps in the right direction before turning around again.
*Aren't you coming, Yamamoto-san?*
Said teen gave a kind of awkward smile, but caught up with a laugh.
"You should call me Takeshi, you know…"
*Because I'm meeting your dad?*
Yamamoto-san nodded.
He stopped in front of the shop next to Yamamoto-san, who was looking kind of embarrassed.
"Thanks, Tsuna"
Tsuna shook his head with a smile.
*No problem, but I think a shower is necessary.*
Yamamoto-san gave a laugh.
"Yeah, but do you have clothes?"
Tsuna nodded and followed behind Yamamoto-san as they entered the sushi shop.
"Tadaime, oyaji", Yamamoto-san called happily.
He wasn't just greeted by his father, but also the workers and regulars, that were there.
It took a while before Tsuna was noticed behind the older boy.
Tsuyoshi noticed him first.
And said boy seemed to have felt this somehow, peeking from behind holding up a notebook with a smile.
*Konnichiwa, Yamamoto-san*
He probably should call the other boy Yamamoto-kun, now…
Tsuyoshi smiled back, remembering a small shy boy with gravity-defying hair, who played with his son in grade school.
"It's nice to see you again, Tsunayoshi-kun", he answered pleasantly.
Then he noticed the confused look on his son's happy face.
"It seems like my son doesn't remember", he said apologetic.
Tsuna just shook his head.
*I know, but it's not like I remember it either*
Tsuna smiled shyly and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
Tsuyoshi gave a laugh.
"What brings you here?"
Tsuna took a step forward from behind Yamamoto-kun getting a raised eyebrow at his condition.
*I'm helping out today*, he stated with a resolute look on his face.
"After a shower", Yamamoto-kun chirped in smiling.
Then he turned to his father to explain the situation:
"Gomen, tou-san, but there's a game coming up and…", he trailed off his eyes unconsciously trailing to Tsuna, who gave a smile, when he noticed.
The baseball player smiled back before looking apologetic to his father, who just smiled in understanding.
The smile just got brighter.
"Thanks, oyaji", with that he grabbed Tsuna's arm pulling him toward his room to show him the shower.
"Thanks, too, Tsuna", he said looking at the brunet, who just shrugged in understanding before closing the bathroom door behind him.
Happily humming to himself, Yamamoto took his baseball equipment walking back to the door.
"Ittekimasu!", he called, not expecting an answer from the mute boy, but getting a muffled reply, that made his eyes widen.
Grinning he left.
Tsuna emerged from shower around ten minutes later, clean and dressed, his hair slightly damp and even messier than usual.
After getting introduced by Tsuyoshi to the other workers, he helped out in the kitchen and strangely, he also got roped into serving, despite his lack of words.
*Are you going to teach Yamamoto-kun?*
At the rustling of papers Tsuyoshi had looked up from the fish he was cutting, genuinely confused.
"What do you mean?", he asked.
The teen in front of him stared for a moment intensely at him before lowering his gaze to his note pad to write.
*The way of the sword*
Alerted Tsuyoshi narrowed his eyes, his attention fully on the boy in front of him, who was already moving his pen again.
*It's the way you hold and work with the knife…*
Tsuyoshi sighed opting to watch as he seemed to be sketching around in his book again with a concentrated look on his face.
He could cut the fish by feeling alone without the need to watch his hand.
If he couldn't, his former work would have gotten him killed fast.
After just a few minutes the boy seemed to be finished holding his picture up proudly.
'Two blades, an european kind, counted as sword or also counted as a type of big knife, single-edge, curved to the point at the tip: Dussacks'
These ones like they often were, without a hilt, but with engravings, at least he could see the hints of them, the ghost of the form tucking at an old part of his memory.
The caption was saying: Tsunami's.
"Who is Tsunami, Tsuna?", he asked.
Tsunayoshi smiled at him excitedly.
He barely noted, which alerted him greatly, that he couldn't tell, if it was genuine or not, though he did not let it show.
*He's my otouto*
"Huh? Wasn't your younger brother's name Ieyasu?"
The teen nodded practically beaming now, reminding him of his son.
He wasn't sure, if that was great at the moment.
Takeshi's smiles were looking strained nowadays.
*He's my younger twin. We resemble each other from afar, except he's nearly blond*
Tsuyoshi was pretty sure, he would have remembered another boy running around in grade school.
*Dad took him to Italy when we were three. He probably doesn't remember much from before anyway*
Tsunayoshi looked a bit sad at that point.
(Two young boys were playing ball in the garden.
They looked nearly identical, twins.
The exception their hair colour, one had nearly black hair, that would later be nearly blond, while the second boy on the other hand had caramel brown hair.
They had been together since birth and were attached by the hip.
The younger one always trailing behind the older one and even though the older one was the shyer one, he would still bravely go forward as long his brother was behind him, unknowingly feeling the comfort of the presence behind him as his brother sought the familiar feeling of his flame, except when they meet new persons like his father's boss, that day.
Tsunayoshi had hiden behind his parent's leg like always, when they met strangers, trusting his brother to be safe under the watchful eye of his parents, as they were introduced and Tsunami bounced forward excitedly wanting to get to know the new person.
On that day Tsunayoshi also got his flame sealed becoming a foreign person to his own brother, who had always been sensitive to the flames and was now leaving him alone seeking the comfort in his parent's and his godfather's flames instead.
Tsunayoshi hadn't shed even one tear after the accident again, keeping even more to himself.)
While Tsuyoshi's mind was reeling a bit.
Italy was the birthplace of the mafia after all. They root in Sicily.
He would probably have to keep an eye on that brother of Tsunayoshi-kun.
The engraving could be the coat of arms of a famiglia.
Another rustling of papers.
*He has a dagger under his pillow, too, but I don't think he knows I know, but it's really beautiful. Look.*
And the boy's hand flew over the paper again.
A detailed sketch quickly appearing on the formerly blank page.
'Really beautiful blade. Highly expensive. Same engravings. Still not visible enough to recognize'
He hoped it wasn't one of the more dangerous famiglias…
That would mean trouble and endanger both his son and Tsunayoshi-kun.
Tsuna had his head in the notebook again, drawing furiously.
He had been hit by a picture of Gokudera-san and Yamamoto-kun, that in his opinion needed immediate sketching at least, since it had the feeling of one of this more fleeting images.
Though, he could still see Tsuyoshi's frown from the corner of his eyes.
"Why would he have-"
Tsuna interrupted him by shrugging his shoulders not stopping his drawing.
He did know, but it wasn't other people may know that…
He let his eyes wander around the shop, he could have sworn his intuition had tingled for a bit, but…
*Maybe living with Reborn makes me paranoid…*
Then he remembered all the cruel surprises.
*For legitimate reason*
He gave a sheepish smile at the sushi chef making him smile in return.
When they both sobered up a bit.
"I'll teach him when he is ready to learn", Tsuyoshi answered bringing the conversation back to the innate question.
Tsuna nodded with a hidden determined look that Tsuyoshi seemed to interpret correctly as 'He will be'
"Why?"
*To protect his friends*
Tsuyoshi looked at him strangely before he gave a nod.
Then he proceeded to steer Tsuna back to the fish.
Chatting was alright as long the work gets done.
Tsuyoshi was impressed by Tsuna's kitchen skills.
The boy knew how to make sushi and it wasn't just decent looking, but also tasted great.
End!^^
I hope you enjoyed it!
Thank you for reading and please review, if you want.
(So, what ya think of the chapter? There's Yamamoto and Tsuyoshi and I'm listening to Led Zeppelin right now...Wao! That was random...kind of...forget it...I recently got into the Percy Jackson fandom dunno if you want to know and university, I actually wanted to ask you, what you think of the little flashback? Well, I'm going to upload the second chapter of the day then...and other stuff that came up, but doesn't necessary interest you, because maybe who knows how many of you like Naruto or want to wait till it ever continues since, well Incomplete Sky first, ne? ust wanted to try that style that came with the ideas...)
Alos, a thank you to everything and everyone that inspired me!^^