Yay, I'm almost to a hundred review~! TT^TT I'm so happy. Sorry this one's sort of short, but the next one is very likely to be long. I just took off the poll. R27 had 31 out of 46. Is that because of chapter 6? Anyway, I love everyone that continues read even though I slip badly often. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR
"I'm back with Fuuta," Tsuna proclaimed, opening the front door. Immediately upon entering, he was faced with the towering form of Reborn, glaring at him with overshadowed eyes. If he were any normal being, the seraph probably would have screamed, peed his pants, or died. But no, the brunette casually smiled, much to the raven's irritation, and walked past him, more to the raven's irritation.
"Um…" Basil started, "Shall I take my leave Tsuna-dono?" he asked. "Yes, Basil. Thank you so much for making time," Tsuna responded, smiling even brighter. The ophanim blushed, smiling weakly, as he vanished. Fuuta, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion, shifted in the seraph's arms, reminding his carrier that he had to set him down in a more comfortable place.
Gently, Tsuna rested the child shaped angel on the couch, smiling down fondly at him, ignoring the dark glare from the demon behind him until Fuuta started wiggling uncomfortably at the intensity of the raven's annoyance. Tsuna turned his head with an unamused frown, eyes sharpening. Reborn, subtly startled by the seraph's response, stopped glaring at him, and sat on the couch across from him.
"You really are an idiot," he declared, draping himself on the leather furniture. The brunette chuckled, but didn't reply. Sighing, Reborn, reclaimed his forgotten espresso, and with a single thought, it was back to its original volume and a reasonably hot temperature. Taking a sip, the demon began thinking. His onyx eyes gave no notion of what he could be going through his head, but Tsuna had a pretty good idea.
As Reborn stewed in his thoughts, the seraph positioned Fuuta's head on his lap. Smiling down at his peaceful face, Tsuna took his halo off and tapped the power's shoulder with it. The ring flashed with flame energy, before the brunette placed it back on above his head.
The silence lasted an hour before the raven made any noise. "Tsuna, what do you think of me?"
The seraph stared at him briefly, before once again smiling playfully. He mulled over the question, rolling around the idea in his head. "A dear friend!" he answered after nearly 5 minutes. In irritation, Reborn re-articulated his point. "After kissing, what do think of me?"
Without dropping his bright smile nor batting an eyelash, Tsuna repeated, "A dear friend!" Growling in frustration, Reborn asked, "What does kissing mean in heaven?" Pursing his lips, the angel pondered for a moment, "It's a connection between angels that signifies they'll protect each other and stay together forever. That a friend. In the human world, it usually just means lust. My fifth human was always filled with it, and did some pretty nasty stuff. I spent quite a while in the purification chamber after that," Tsuna mumbled, his face paling slightly at the memory.
Reborn mentally slammed his head against the wall. The brunette was exactly the type of naive person to concoct such an innocent definition. Then again, most angels never even visited the human world and still sinned, so Tsuna was just that much more innocent. A ghost of smile appeared on his face, scoffing slightly. That pure heart and idiocy was one of the angel's endearing qualities, heading out to save demons, and forming a connection with one as well.
"I repeat my point. You're an idiot."
"Perhaps. But you guys are my friends, and I protect my friends," Tsuna said, grinning. Comfortable quiet filled the room. The outpost wouldn't be totally active until all transponders were functional, or if there was another emergency. Haru had left right before Tsuna came back. Remembering what he had been doing earlier, the seraph picked up his own tea cup, circulating a few licks of sky flame to heat it. Sipping the translucent brown liquid, a nostalgic look glazed over his eyes. The brunette wandered his memories, recalling the fortunate moments he bestowed upon his charges, and the times he spent with fellow angels and friends.
Soon, Tsuna accidentally stumbled into Fuuta's dreamland. When celestial beings touch they can share dreams and memories. The seraph was especially good at gaining people's trust, the fundamental element for it to happen. With those he connects to, Tsuna can see their dreams even when not touching
Impressive walls of books surrounded Fuuta's small form, as he emotionlessly wrote in a book, the surrounding scrolls and references floating all around him. His small hand was a blur as he documented nearly every minute of human history. He never needed to turn the page, just watch the humans and write. The book seemed to reproduce pages at the exact speed Fuuta finished one. It also appeared that when he filled enough pages, they automatically conjoined and placed one of the many bookshelves.
Tsuna couldn't see the ceiling, darkening after several hundred feet. Curious, he flew up, his now normal sized wings flapping heavily as he rose. However, he never stopped, even after what felt like hundreds of thousands of feet. Even more strange, the sole three candles that lit Fuuta' workplace lit his entire path, the shadows never stopping. Sighing, Tsuna dived, arriving quickly back to Fuuta's side.
He was aware that this was what powers did, but it seemed like a torture. Noticing that the child shivered, Tsuna wrapped his arms around him, feeling Fuuta tense. The cold, loneliness in his eyes suddenly lightened, as he gradually turned his head to stare at the seraph. He started sniffling, tears bubbling over his lids as he clung to the brunette. Wails escaped his mouth, so loud all his fellow powers probably heard them. A power for each past, current, and future country, and he believed Fuuta had Italy.
They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, Tsuna not minding the dampness of Fuuta's tears. The memory faded into another.
Suddenly, Tsuna was in air, hovering with his wings. He watched as Fuuta appeared on the ground of what appeared to be Venice, Italy. Canals, gondolas, the tightly packed buildings, the seraph could even smell the salty sea. Fuuta's face was lit with joy as roamed the sidewalks, visited the markets, and flew through all the crevices.
The power hopped from city to city, all across Italy. Unlike last time, he wasn't able to move, only watch, and the short visits seemed to flash before his eyes. Finally, he visited the first town in Sicily, unconsciously knowing they were in Palermo. Fuuta walked with a broad smile, still all too thrilled at the prospect that he was visiting the humans, and not stuffed in his workplace.
Because of his excitement, however, much of his flame energy became concentrated, similar to take off, but without a focal point to direct the flames, they end up heating up the being's skin, allowing humans to view them. Tsuna, knowing where this was headed, wanted to go down to stop him, protect him, but he could only watch. As a seraph, he could very easily interrupt a dream, as he had down previously, unless the owner's emotions are strong enough to constrict his movements.
Dark figures came into view, and Tsuna grew more and more conscious as Fuuta's mental fear built up. So much, the brunette couldn't even breath or hear his heart beat. He was very much sure it had actually stopped. Celestial beings don't pump blood, it doesn't even look like a human heart. It's just an area where flame energy flows through, and is perceived in human form as blood. Flames won't leak out like blood, though.
Fuuta's wings were clearly visible, and the sinful humans whispered to each other. Smiling evilly, as the power passed them, they grabbed him. Powers, though loyal warriors, aren't skilled in hand to hand combat like archangels and instead focus on strategy and defensive abilities. Desperately, Fuuta tried to summon his energy, but sin blocks flames like a blood clot, and he couldn't focus the energy to his wings. Instead, he tried to reach out for their guardian angels.
To both his and Tsuna's horror, they were Fallen.
Fallen angels have charcoal wins, black as sin and burned from the pits of hell and God's wrath. They are defiled by demons and do evil. Defiled, on the contrary, are angels who have been influenced by sinful humans and lose their ability to muster flames to purify their energy paths (like fiber clearing arteries) but once they go to the purification rooms, soak in there for 1000 days and nights, the angel will be cleansed of their darkened wings and will return to the color they were before they went down.
Fuuta was tied in ropes and chains, a rag in his mouth, and taken away. Tears fell freely and fear encased his features. All Tsuna could do was watch, the pain, both from the stopping of his heart and frustration, was killing him inside.
He continued to watch as Fuuta was defiled, his pale, yellow down wings, like that of a chick, darkened from golden, to amber, to blood red. A single tear trickled down Tsuna's cheek, unable to do anything as Fuuta was tortured, raped, sold, and broken. The seraph longed so badly to stretch his wings and snatch the angel away, huddled in his arms, and protect him from all harm. His resolve was burning away the bindings, to the point that Tsuna could start his heart up again, only to have it pumping dangerously fast.
The sudden appearance of another presence distracted him, and the brunette turned his head, surprisingly even himself. He saw the dark, looming body of Reborn, coldly looking down, and, at Tsuna's gaze, raised his head so their eyes met. The strong look in the seraph's eyes told the demon all he needed, and the pleading look in Reborn's informed Tsuna of his own wishes.
Relaxing his body, the brunette took a moment to maneuver through the bindings to fly over to Reborn. With a clear, calm mind, the angel could see where Fuuta restrained him and managed to escape. Reborn, with his resolve, had barely managed to turn his head, so Tsuna saw hugging him as taking advantage of his immobilization. Instead, the brunette hovered beside him, gripping each other's hands as they continued to view Fuuta's hell.
Both of them were shocked that it was Primo that saved him, freeing him from the cold steel and nursing him back to health. Unfortunately, the strain of sin that caused such a vibrant red also didn't allow him to process kindness or warmth. Seeing this, the blonde mafia boss was distraught. Luckily, he had a close friend, one that lived in his mansion, that was a priest. Reborn knew him as the Sun Guardian Knuckle. He poured sun flames into the angel, and prayed to God that the being may be given the assistance needed to return to heaven.
The next night, Fuuta was in a purification room, and one of many Vongola guest bedrooms was vacated.
Tsuna slowly opened his eyes, fading out of the dream, and the fading into reality. Soon, he could see the layout of the room, the couch and abandoned tea set. Then feeling returned. The tightness around his abdominals was Fuuta clutching his waist like a lifeline, and Tsuna didn't blame him. The heaviness on his shoulder, and the faint, coffee odored breathing on his neck, was Reborn.
Reborn was just waking as well, and Fuuta seemed to be taking his time in REM, regaining energy as he should. He smiled down painfully at the child, and repositioned him so that the seraph was cradling the child in his arms like when he had first entered. The power immediately latched onto his neck. Even though the raven was awake, they continued to rest on the couch, in silence. It was the type of silence where you need no words, or rather, words would wreck the delicate moment.
Tsuna closed his eyes, and matched his breathing to Fuuta's, who rested his head on the shoulder opposite to Reborn. After over an hour, Tsuna softly whispered, "How long were we out?" Reborn paused, prodding for recollection. "3 hours," answered. The seraph hummed, and laggardly moved an arm to gently stroke Fuuta's soft, sandy brown locks.
The stone statue hanging on the wall to their left screamed, and the power instantly tensed around Tsuna's neck. The larger angel hushed him, rubbing comfortingly against the smaller's stressed back muscles until the screaming stopped. Again, silky white cocoons dropped on the floor, but this time melted far faster.
Arose Yamamoto and Gokudera, their smiles dropping at the trio's positions, and their hearts stopping at the two conscious one's glares. Carefully, the messenger demons lifted their hands defensively, and Gokudera spoke as mellow as he could. "There is new information of the enemy's' whereabouts."
I hope you liked it. I was crying on the inside wrote Fuuta's dream, and sort of wanted to have Reborn, or better yet, Tsuna, kill them all. But, that wouldn't be good, since he'd rip Fuuta's entire mentalscape apart. That was what Reborn reminded him of, since destroying a being's mental restrictions was deadly to the mind. Please review, and see you next time!