Future of the Sky

Training Begins

Waking up the next morning Ieyatsu was very confused at first. For one he didn't remember where he was, he knew he wasn't in his bedroom, but he was a little fuzzy on the reason why. The second reason was because whatever smell was wafting up the stairs and into his room didn't smell like his mother's cooking. In fact it smelled more like someone had let Amami use the stove...

Ieyatsu's groggy thoughts were caught off when he heard his older sister give a particularly loud yelp. The dark brunette literally fell out of his bed, and almost tumbled down the stairs, as he scrambled to see what was going on. Grabbing the door way to the kitchen he stopped once his arm stretched to it's limit.

"Nee-chan!" He exclaimed before he actually saw what was going on in the kitchen.

Reborn was covered in... something, it looked like it was supposed to be pancake batter, while Amami looked absolutely horrified as she held a half full bowl of the same something. On the stove there was an empty pan, and near by on a counter were some slightly burnt pancakes.

Ieyatsu blinked once, twice, he felt a smile stretch across his face as he blinked a third time. "Y-You let Ami cook." The young man said trying not to laugh. The two in the room looked at him, realizing he was there for the first time.

Ieyatsu held a hand over his mouth going red in the face as he tried not to laugh, but he kept repeating varying forms of, "Oh god you let Nee-chan cook."

Amami was a disaster in the kitchen. She always burnt things on the stove, she couldn't bake, and once she even caught something she was making on fire. It was a rule in the Sawada house that unless it was a microwave meal Amami didn't make dinner. She could help prepare with out a problem, but she wasn't allowed to actually cook the meal.

Apparently their mother had forgotten to tell Reborn about that rule, and he had to find out he hard way.

Amami's face went red from embarrassment, "S-Shut up Ieyatsu!" She exclaimed setting the bowl down a little hard.

Reborn wiped some of the batter off his face with a finger and tasted it, "Well, at least it's edible this time." He said dryly before he started to leave the room. "Clean this up you two." He ordered before he disappeared from the room.

Once he was gone Ieyatsu doubled over laughing out loud. Amami threw a roll of paper towels at him still red faced. "Mou stop that and help me clean!" She exclaimed turning around to grab another roll before she started wiping off the counter where some of the pancake batter was. Snickering Ieyatsu complied with his sister's order. When they were done Ieyatsu stuck a finger into the bowl and tasted what was in it.

He blinked in surprise when it didn't taste awful. "I'll finish breakfast Nee-chan." He said turning the stove on as Amami nodded and sat in a chair at the table now behind him. Ieyatsu grabbed a spare apron that was hanging near by and put it on, not fazed by the fact that it was ridiculously girly looking. By the time Reborn returned Ieyatsu was done coking, and both he and his sister were eating silently at the table, there was a third plate left untouched for him there as well.

For the first time Ieyatsu really looked at Reborn. He was tall, and had a solid build. The man seemed to only wear suits, which he supposed was normal for mafiosi, and that fedora. The strangest thing that Ieyatsu saw on him was a yellow pacifier that hung around his neck. He gave off a dangerous aura, combined with a feeling of mystery. There wasn't really much that Ieyatsu could tell about him though just from looking. Looking back to his breakfast Ieyatsu scowled slightly. How did his father expect him to trust a man he couldn't even read? His father's letter was right, Reborn was crazy. Clinically insane as far as Ieyatsu was concerned, but thinking back to the conversation that he had with his sister just moments ago as he finished breakfast.

"He seemed miffed when I told him that I couldn't cook." Amami had admitted sheepishly. "So he insisted on teaching me at least how to make pancakes correctly."

That really didn't make much sense to Ieyatsu, but nothing else that Reborn had done so far did. So why should that?

Both siblings looked up as Reborn stood. "Be ready and outside in five minuets. We're starting your training today." He said curtly before putting his plate in the sink and leaving the room.

Ieyatsu and Amami traded a look before they sighed and set their forks down, and picked up their plates. They really weren't hungry any more... Scraping the left overs into the trash they rinsed off their plates and left them in the sink before going to their rooms to get dressed. Not that they knew what they were getting ready for.

Three minuets later Ieyatsu was coming down the stairs and leaving the house for the yard. Outside he heard Reborn talking to someone, and since no one was there he assumed the man was on the phone.

"She does have a tendency to disappear on us from time to time. ... If you're worried then stop being a brat and go look for her. ... ... Of course she's going to be hiding under illusions, she's an illusionist that doesn't want to be bothered. I've got to go, the other brats are here." Ieyatsu jumped when Reborn said that. How had he known? The man grunted a response into the phone before he hung up.

Ieyatsu found him self grabbed by the arm by his older sister, and dragged around the corner. "I have a bad feeling about this, but I bet there's no avoiding it." She whispered to him. Ieyatsu nodded in agreement. He also had a bad feeling about this training they were supposed to do.

Reborn glanced at the two of them and smirked. "Good, you two came." He said.

"Like we had any other choice." Ieyatsu muttered as he reclaimed his arm form his sister.

If Reborn heard what he said the man ignored it instead Ieyatsu and Amami watched in horror as the lizard on Reborn's hat moved forward and turned into a green gun in the man's hand.

"Now, let's see your dying will." He said smirking as he aimed the gun right at Amami's forehead and shot. Ieyatsu could do nothing but watch, frozen in terror, as the bullet whizzed to his sister, and hit her smack in the forehead. The force of it made her fall backwards and hit the ground.

Ieyatsu snapped his head towards Reborn again, "What do you think-?" He shouted only to hear the sound of the gun fire again, this time it was pointed at him.

'I wish I could have actually made breakfast this morning...'

'I wish I could have protected Nee-chan from Reborn...'

Amami was the first back up, "I WILL MAKE BREAKFAST WITH MY DYING WILL!" Reborn stared at the girl dumbly for a moment as she rushed back into the house. Breakfast? Really? Maybe he should have shot the brother first...

Ieyatsu got up a second later, "I WILL PROTECT NEE-CHAN WITH MY DYING WILL!" Reborn's head turned towards Ieyatsu and he smirked at the boy who was recklessly coming at him. That was more like what he wanted to hear.

Though both responded to the bullet, there was a distinct lack of a flame on both the children's foreheads. This was something Reborn would have to ponder another time though.

Kenji was willing to assume that, more then anyone else, he was the one who remembered the most. After all he had been twelve when he, and most of the others had lost their fathers. Though he also assumed that his good memory of the past came from the times he had to take care of Emiko. He would often get her to do things by reminding her of their father.

As for Emiko, Kenji knew she remembered their father, and he knew she remembered that they used to have a group of friends that were like family. How ever Emiko admitted often to Kenji that she couldn't remember their names or faces.

Kenji could though. Kenji could tell you the names of each of the kids he and his sister used to play with, and he could at least vaguely describe them based on pictures form their childhood. More then that though two words always came up in his memory, imprinted onto his mind with feelings of love, safety, and a desire to protect.

Vongola Family.

His mother hated those two words. Since their father died whenever he asked about this Vongola Family she would get mad, or upset. Kenji would never get the same answer twice form her, but the hidden message was always the same. The Vongola Family killed his father, the Vongola Family was bad, and not to be spoken of. Yet Kenji couldn't bring him self to hate the Vongola Family, what ever that was, because it was associated with that group of kids he used to play with, and because it was associated with his father.

The previous day when those two teens came into their family's restaurant Kenji didn't think past the fact that they were costumers. It had only been when Emiko mentioned the boy's name that curiosity started to grow. Ieyatsu had been the name of one of the little boys he and Emiko had played with. Kenji tried no to dwell on it much. Ieyatsu wasn't a common name anymore, but he was sure there were plenty of other people who had it as theirs.

Fate would have it that Kenji would se the pair again later. He had been on his way home form the dojo when he saw the two using the swings at a park he used to play at with the group of kids when they were younger. With out really thinking about it he started talking to them. They had an interesting reaction to his name, saying that it sounded familiar.

When the boy Ieyatsu, handed him a paper asking if he knew where the address was Kenji was surprised. Not by the request, but by the address.

It was the old Sawada residence.

Kenji took them to the address, more curious then ever about the two siblings. As they went there the sister created small talk with him. She was cute, kind of like another little sister with the way she was acting. It wasn't until they both were heading inside the house that Kenji was sure of their identity.

When the boy thanked Kenji he had turned to him with a smile that reminded the nineteen year old of someone else, one of his father's friends.

Sawada was a name he hadn't heard in a long time. Amami and Ieyatsu Sawada were two of his childhood friends. They were two more people that were connected to the Vongola Family that his mother hated so. Kenji was happy to see that they were doing well after having lost their father as well.

Kenji rolled over in his bed as he thought about what had happened the previous day. He hadn't told Emiko or his mother yet, and he didn't plan on telling his mother any time soon. If Kenji remembered correctly the Sawada family, well what remained of it, had moved to Tokyo not too long after the death of his father, and Sawada-san. So what were those two doing in Namimori again? They had said something about a tutor traveling with them, sort of, but hadn't said too much about it.

Perhaps he should go visit them again, and maybe he'd explain why his last name seemed so familiar to them a well.

A/N :: 0w0 There's one more chapter! I hope it was enjoyable, I found it funny that Amami's dying wish was to make a better breakfast. I really hope I'm doing alright with Reborn. XD As for the training, well being that I royally suck at fight scenes you most likely won't read the actual training that the kids do for awhile. At least not until I get weapons figured out for them. By the way I am taking suggestions for a weapon for Ieyatsu, but please no guns, swords, or gloves. Thank you everyone who reviewed! It's really encouraging to hear that you guys are enjoying this. ^^ Please look forwards to the next chapter!

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Edited 3/7/12