I feel the urge to use this song.


Really.

Might, more or less, related to the Future Millefiore mini-arc(Sora). Anyway, I didn't really plan on doing those in order, and prolly... *shrugs*


New obsession;
LM.C


Dammit, Aiji and Maya are HOT~! THEY'RE MINE, BITCHES~!! XDDDDDD


*dies of nosebleed*


Ok, too much, let's resume (or else I might get killed before my time). Message will make my dreams come true of having majority of LM.C songs.


Kyaa~!!! Aiji-sama!!! *dies*


I just destroyed the moment, huh?




=
88=


"The story that's written in the night sky
To connect the stars
Is an illusion that your heart longs for.
I bet I'll forget it,
The flower bloomed on the roundabout path,
I'll just embrace my scars and the traces of my tears...

As I continue to walk on..."


---

Past.... Present... Future....

Stories intertwined, confusion mixing together; it was a surprise that the orange-haired female could still handle them despite the fact of realization that her dear friend died ten years later.

But did she believe?

Sora managed to arrive at the 'suppose-to-be' grave of Vongola Decimo, her caramel optics staring onto the empty coffin as she gave a sharp sigh. Apparently, Reborn's right; Tsuna of the present time is here.

She decided to stop by onto this place for a bit before immediately head to the Millefiore Melone base (Reborn won't mind, really, she thought wryly) as she glared at the offending view before her despite the serene-like layout it shows. She could have hurl right here and now, or destroy the whole thing (most probably both, knowing, Sora's conscious state), but her sub-conscious seems to not let her do so as the female only looked up to see that it was still night-time.

Reborn told her they have left sometime ago despite being woken up abruptly, but Sora knew it was still dark. Stars, despite the leaves of the tree covering the celestial canvas, gave such a bright twinkle as she looked up and couldn't help but smile.

"I remember," She spoke to herself, her glove-laden hands stretched upwards as if reaching up to the sky. "I promised myself to protect Tsuna. I wonder what my future self have been doing lately and this happened?" Strings of thoughts came running through her mind as she lowered her arms and leaned onto one of the tree trunks across the coffin, head still gazing upward. "What have I been doing lately?" She asked in a more solemn tone. Tsuna could have been fighting right about now, and his friends might also done the same, but she knew herself that Sora might be a hindrance.

Why did that person, and the future-Tsuna, wrote her the letter? And, more importantly, what do they want with her in the first place?

It just doesn't fit at all!

Sora is just Sora, there's no special with her and- certainly- she isn't a mafia-material or anything. Heck, she doesn't seem to have any special abilities or something, she's just good with roller blades, that's all.

She may not be like Dame-Tsuna, but it's common sense for her to ask why do they want her when she is only one of the million-or-billion people living in this world.

And what did the Future-Tsuna meant by those words?

She's just Sora!

Looking at the box weapon she was grasping onto her left hand, and the amber-colored ring on the right, the female slid down in a sitting position as she tried to figure out what she ought to do with these things.

"Really," Sora spoke with a slight skeptic tone though smiling as if she was solving a complicated math problem and got stuck on one problem. "What do you expect me to do with these things? Are you trying to screw my head or something?" A sharp sigh indicated her to shake her head a bit as she pulled out her round spectacles and placed it in front of her eyes as she blinked once more towards the coffin, then to the items in hand, then to the scenery above. Sooner or later, she'll have to leave this place and follow Kusakabe-san at the base. The worse that could happen is for her to be ambushed here, but since nobody save for the Vongola family (and prolly her, just right now) knew of this place, it's most likely than not that it would happen.

Then again, with the things going around, it could be a possibility, just like how math problems could be sometimes like that.

"Sora?" A familiar voice spoke from the small earpiece that was placed on her right ear.

"Hmm?"

"Are you already in the base?"

"..."

Sora didn't dare answering Reborn's question, knowing that he could figure it out either way what she was doing idling around instead of heading directly towards the base.

"You have ten minutes."

The other voice just now came from the older Hibari she had encounter just before she ventured outside to follow along with Kusakabe's group. Typical, the orange-head thought bitterly, the Namimori prefect is still the same no matter what.

"Twenty, final."

Silence.

"Fine."

That one came from Reborn once again as the female sky sighed once more and closed her eyes to focus on something.

"Something troubling you?"

Upon opening her eyes, her caramel ones had met with orange ones as she noticed that she wasn't in the place she ought to be; the surroundings seem to be as if she was in a dark room and, upon looking at the ground promptly, the Family Crest of Vongola was shown in gold as she looked up once more to come face-to-face with someone very familiar and, yet, a stranger to her.

"Vongola Primo?"

He nodded, his image slightly transparent and yet visible.

"Sharp, just like what Vongola Decimo had predicted you to be!"

The female blinked as she stood up from her place, hands still holding the small box and the ring, as she peered in the person in front of her; blonde-colored hair, startling orange eyes, and she also noticed that there is an orange-colored ember burning on his forehead. Yep, she thought in confirmation, definitely the Vongola Primo Reborn somehow described.

"Uh, not to be rude or anything," Looking around once more, she noticed that they were the only two here in this place as she stood up and straighten herself. "But am I dreaming or is this one of those 'subconscious astral projection from the realm of the dead as they would tell me some important things and tips for this specific era' and all the mojo stuff?" The blonde-haired mafia boss chuckled (he could have laughed, but he was wary for some reason or another) at the more-or-less skeptic sarcasm coming from the female as she only gave a small pout. "Well, this happens most of the time to other people, isn't it?"

"True, true," The Vongola boss nodded after calming down from the slight fit, arms crossed and tilting his head a bit in amusement. "I suppose it's safe to say I have done this to Tsuna sometime ago, but let's not go to that!" He coughed a bit after noticing the twitch coming from the bespectacled female.

"Somehow, the image you gave me just now destroyed the 'Tough, Regal yet Wise and Enigmatic' image I was thinking about you." Sora pointed out with her 'what is this?' tone of her voice, earning another laugh from the male. Well, she was twitching, that's a fact. "Nevertheless," Back to normal. "Why did you decide to show up on me? I'm not like Tsuna and, most certainly, I don't have the blood of the Vongola in me!" A grim look on her face could tell that she was serious on her words about her not having the Vongola blood, which is true in his opinion.

"But did it deter you to actually face the obstacles head-on like a real Vongola member?"

It was a few minutes of silence before she manage to answer his question.

"I... don't know."

Sora looked down, clutching tightly onto the items at hand as she pursed her lips shut at the idea. He's got a point, she thought bitterly, that didn't stop her from actually fighting for the sake of her friends.

"Wear the ring."

The instruction seems vague, as if it has nothing to do with the conversation, but she wore it anyway and immediately notice upon the actions that a small ember emitted itself from the ring as soon as she slip it on to her slender digit.

"That's your will." Vongola Primo explained, pointing it with his index finger casually. "You have a strong will-power; but you can increase it further if you're really set on your will." He smiled while watching the female looking with fascination upon the ember at hand. "Tell me, what do you wish for?"

"..."

"No need to be hasty."

His smile grew into a smirk as he heard the words the female spoke of.

"I wish..."

He's not surprise at this; he knew, one way or another, that she'll say those words either way.

"No... I wanted..."

She look straight to the past Vongola Boss's eyes, her own optics, illuminated with the sudden burst from her hands, filled with determination as the flames from the ring increased further, engulfing her whole hand with the orange-flames. Just like Sawada Tsunayoshi's X-Gloves.

"I want the future... To be changed by everyone... For the better."

And he thought that the person from once-upon-a-time was the only one capable of saying such words.

"I want to cut the infinite loop; we'll definitely change the future for the better!"

Her smile grew as the flames continued to dance around her hand, telling him that her determination, despite her not being a true-blue Vongola descendant, matches with one as he knew the conclusion to this. It was definitely unusual for this Sora-person to gain the Dying Will Flame of the Sky, let alone able to summon them out of her own will, but it was something for his descendant to take note upon.

Tsuna managed to gain a very important friend in there, impressive.

"Non Mihi, Non Tibi, Sed Nobis."

Primo watched as she blinked to him in confusion from those words she could not understand, shaking his head before enlightening her.

"A friend of mine from a long time ago used to tell me these words; 'Non Mihi, Non Tibi, Sed Nobis'. It's in Latin and, at first, I couldn't understand what she meant by that but if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be where I am--"

"--Pushing up the Daisies? Kicked the Bucket? Down the drain? Under five feet, cold, infested by worms and such?"

"Don't change the subject."

"Don't you mean 'Don't ruin the moment'?"

"...Something like that."

That was a complete random.

"Anyway," Clearing his throat. "She said those words and, it appears, this might be the right time for me to say those for you to pass it on." He walked towards the orange-haired female, faced her with his calm yet magestic aura as the blonde-haired male placed his hands that were also engulfed with the same, orange flames towards her head, patting her in the process. The flame doesn't seem to burn her so, the female thought, as it feels warm and comforting.

Just like Tsuna's flames.

Just like hers.

"It's not for you... It's not for me... It's for everyone."

His smile is as comforting as Tsuna's; no wonder they have the similarities. That's right, Tsuna has the real blood of Vongola. She watched as he picked up the box weapon from her hands, placing them near the flames from her right hand where she wore the ring as it glowed and she looked at him for one last time before the place seem to lighten up.

"I know you can do it."

---

"Sora?"

"..."

"Are you still there?"

Blinking her caramel optics, the orange-haired teen looked up to see that she's back on the forest, Reborn's voice calling her attention from the earpiece as she blinked a bit, trying to sum everything up.

"You spaced out after I asked if you're fine."

"Eh?"

Somehow, she felt something perched onto her head for a brief moment as she looked up to see a small, white-colored winged creature nestled over her head, the tip of its white wings coated in black and, yet, it was engulfed with orange flames.

"Squaa~!"

Another blink as she looked down and saw that her right hand...

They still have the same ember of flames.

The Sky flame.

What's more...

'How did...?'

"Sora?"

Reborn had to make sure that Sora is still intact, mentally. Knowing the female, she tend to space out as much.

"I think I just found out what my Box Animal is."

---

"In the retrospect, you reminded me of her so much... I wonder if you can really live up the name of the ancestors of your past... Sora?"

From the distance, the familiar, translucent image was seen as he crossed his arms, amused at the expression the female had on her face as he smirked knowingly.

"So, Marina," He spoke to practically no one. "Think your descendant could assist mine, like how you would to me?"

"How the heck should I know?"

Even if her meta-physical presence isn't around for him to see, Giotto could feel that she's just around alongside with the wind. Her precense had lingered itself just for him, despite her lack of physical appearance.

Just like the flowing wind...

"For all I know, you love somebody else for me to admit something, but let's not go in there now."

"Which is why you let her be different from the rest of your descendants just to break the loop?"

"I just don't want her to experience the same suffering as I have done."

"..."

He only closed his eyes, feeling the gust of wind carreasing his face as the blonde-haired 'entity' replied.

"Well, let's hope she actually breaks the loop, like she claims it to be, and tell her feelings towards him without hesitation."

Past.... Present... Future....

Stories intertwined, confusion mixing together; it was a surprise that the orange-haired female could still handle them despite the fact of realization that her dear friend died ten years later.

But did she believe?

Of course, Sora believe otherwise; She believe that Tsuna is alive!

And she'll prove to bring him back to life, even if it means breaking all the chains of restriction through the alternate worlds, binding all odds against them.

This is the loop they were talking about.

"Good luck, descendant of Marina...."

He knew... as always...

Giotto knew.

"The future is something for all of you to take control."

She believes.

To break the chains of continuity... in order to change the future for the better.


It took me four, freaking hours, to finish this. I don't know if I should be happy or something, but it also took me how-many-loops of the song '88' in the making of this drabble.

Yeah, it might be co-connected to the 'Digimon Songs' Future Millefiore mini-arc, it might be not, but I'm taking in the chances.

It's the LM.C obsession. Kyaa~!! XD

Anyway, Spirit of Giotte guest stars. And Sora's Ala Alba box weapon... in chibi form, in case you're wondering.

Yeah, think of this little Box weapon as Wingull from Pokemon... but then again. *cough*

Told you there's a hint of Sora being a descendant from someone... *points at the drabble before this*

And, gosh darn it, I just ruin the moment halfway making this! I don't know, humor moment? Sorry for no Tsuna, but he will appear after the next one, I promise! *nods*

The song would be '88' by LM.C from the anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn (Wao, I'm actually using a KHR song in a KHR drabble! Improving!). I don't own KHR, the song and everything else for the only ones I own are my characters, drabbles and probably this laptop. And, besides, if I own KHR, The Acrobaleno are nothing more than a bunch of boy bands. *cough* Boyzone anyone?

Anyway... message would give motivation to the sick puppy over there. Yeah. I know.

I think I destroyed the whole thing somewhere along the lines. Sorry for no Tsuna... mostly Sora-ccentric and stuff.

*cough*

Yeah.