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Interludes
Waking Nightmare
She dreamed of war and death, of Italian mafioso and Japanese students, of family and enemies.
Walking up had been like dyeing. No, worse, because had the dream been real and she died, she would have been with family again.
Instead, she woke to her stepfather's early alarm clock.
Nagi broke into sobs when she realized everything had been a dream. Her friends, the family, Mukuro, the fights, the pain, none of it was real. Her mother hadn't been happy about the noise and kicked her out an hour earlier than she normally left for school.
She walked around the neighborhood, feeling small and empty, even though she had all of her organs.
Friends for organs. God, please take them now.
God didn't answer her prayers. He never did. Her father left. Mother married again. No one cared to talk to her. She thought He did answer one prayer—even gave her an angel—but that had all been a dream. Had she done something wrong? Had she not deserved her angel?
Perhaps people like her—mistakes—didn't deserve families or angels. Just a glimpse of them. A painful glimpse to remind the mistakes they do not belong.
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Sleeping Somewhere Cold
Ice encased him, imprisoning his body while his mind drifted free. Half-dreams, for he could never tell whether he slept or not, flooded his mind. Some were memories of his wretched mother and the Vongola--the Vongola that would one day be his. Others were odd. Especially the ones that had the boy.
He dreamed of the successor his false father would choose. Weakling scum. Xanxus raged at the very idea. Sure, the other sons would die but for Vongola bastard to decide that weakling was better than him!?
He would show them. He would show them all. The brat would not win like he did in his visions. If he even existed. Xanxus picked out weaknesses in the glimpses he got. Like a bad disk, some parts were skipped over but he was sure he had enough.
He purposefully ignored the later images, laughing with the brat after he had grown. Ignored the work they did together, bitching about their subordinates, drinking, planning the future of the Vongola, and the sense of belonging.
He wouldn't need those things when he became the Decimo.
These Interludes will likely be short but only posted with a chapter. They are just a bit extra to see what's going on with other characters.
Quick note! Very few people remember the once future and fewer it clearly. Tsuna, Hibari, and Chrome remember it clearly and are basically their older selves in a child's body but Xanxus only gets snippits and he is still his younger self, complete with post-Cradle Affair temper.
My current (aka planned) number of people with at least partial memories is ten. You've got the first four; can you guess the next six?