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Flames
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By the time he was ten years old, he was accustomed to wandering through the airport and train station on his own.
His mother often took him into the airports because she had mistaken his interest of the place with his love for the planes.
But, really, what he loves what seeing all these new colours mashing together as they walk by. Nowhere does colours as exciting as places where there's a large gathering of human foreigners interest him but the Station.
None of them but him knew about these lights, and so far his mother thinks he's been making up things to believe because he was lonely.
He wasn't interested in sharing his knowledge with people.
Not when they can't see it for themselves.
Sometimes, when he skips school to wander around town, he would quietly sit on a bench not far away from the train station to watch the myriad of travelling people and see if they have the colours or not.
If they have, he would note them on his little notebook he often brought with him, or if they caught his attention in another particular way; he would follow and then approach them as he had the Angel Lady two years ago.
There was also something worth mentioning, every-time he followed those with the brightest light, they will always panic when he approaches them. They will worry, they will be concerned, and by the end of the day, he's more acquaintance with the police officers than anyone he'd ever came across.
He also couldn't help but notice that a lot of them were wearing suits, those with the brightest lights often were wearing matching frowns and glares that it's easy to pick up that they weren't from around here.
There's also the fact that whenever he made himself known, they appear to lose composure and was reduced to babbling mess by the time he was returned to his mother.
Why were these people so concerned of him, anyway? Either they were too nice or...
Or... that they have different goal in mind.
Tsuna frowned as his own thought process was spiraling out of the way, not minding the fact that people kept bumping into him as he walked on the sidewalk with no clear destination in mind. He was just following what his gut told him to.
Twenty minutes later found Tsunayoshi in front of Namimori General Hospital.
He blinked at the towering white building. This was not his usual destination. But for whatever reason, his gut insisted that he should arrive here.
Sneaking inside was so much easier because of how busy the place was, and no one would questions a ten year old boy on what they were doing inside the hospital.
Tsuna walked through the throes of nurses and doctors, and none of them bothered to stop him to search for his mother.
He was silently thankful. Because he knew his gut wasn't done with this place yet. Not when it was insisting he should arrive within two hours.
He followed a direction his gut seemed to point out to him until he stopped in front of a white door of an occupied room.
Blinking, Tsuna carefully slid the door open.
He stared at the man propped up on his bed, holding a remote control to the T.V and was changing the channel with no particular interest. But once he caught sight of Tsuna, his smile widened. He gestured Tsuna to come closer.
Tsuna carefully closed the door and approached the man silently. When he was right beside the bed, he gasped.
The man was glowing orange, so bright and pure he couldn't help but think the man must have been something straight up from heaven.
"Are you an Angel?" He asked him. Because that's what these people were, right? Only Angels has lights.
The man chuckled, then coughed wetly as his throat constricted. "Afraid I am not, little one."
Tsuna stared at the dimming lights on the man's chest. "Why do you have the Light, then? Mama told me only Angels has Lights." To prove his point, Tsuna climbed up on top of the plastic chair. Once he was safely situated on top of the chair, he placed his hand on top of the man's chest, where the brightest light were.
The man tired smile changed into one of surprise, then solemn understanding.
"Ah... so you can see them. Tell me, what color are you seeing now?"
Tsuna blinked again, this was the first time someone took him seriously. Of all the times he's been telling his mother of this phenomena, none of it convinced her that he was seeing anything rather than making stuff up.
"Orange. With a bit of red? And it's sparkly." He told the man honestly. This man who would humor a ten year old with penchant of brightly coloured lights.
The man hummed, then cursed under his breath.
"Do you know what these lights mean, little one?"
No, he did not. Tsuna shook his head.
"How long were you able to see them?" The man asks again.
Man, Tsuna must've hit jackpot, because this man was taking him seriously.
"Since I was eight." He held up his hands and displayed it except for his thumbs. "I'm ten now, though." He added.
"I see." The man seemed to contemplate something because he went silent.
Tsuna didn't mind it, though. He was used to silence. The silence of his mind, where it was once buzzing with energy. The silence in his home at the dead of the night, where his mother sobbed into her pillow, vainly crying for the husband whom never once shown hide nor hair to either of them. The silence his teacher would fell into once they realized that he would never utter one words to them.
"They are what you will call dying will flames." The man's voice broke the silence between them. And Tsuna had to concentrate just to follow the man's weak voice. "They're high-density form of energy that was formed by your own life-force. Are you following me, little one?"
Tsuna nodded, he understands what the man said. People sometimes looked down on him because he rarely communicates with people, but they were not aware of his vast understanding with human in general.
"Only some people are able to manipulate their life-force as flames, and only a significant amount of flame active people were the ones who could use it freely."
Tsuna continued listening to him with rapt attention. Because this was a lot more information than he could ever gather just by observing people.
"The consequence of using one's life-force as actively would result in flame depletion. In short, you'll turn vegetables."
Tsuna didn't doubt a word of what the man told him. It made sense, you use your fuel excessively and you'll run out of it eventually. Making the machine that needed it useless.
He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask the man, but he wasn't sure how to voice them without being labelled as mentally ill.
Instead, he asks; "Can you see them, mister?"
The man smiled at him. "No, no I can't. My flames are dormant. I'm not as attuned to these as some Families are."
Tsuna deflated. He wasn't expecting it, but it would've been nice to meet someone who can, though.
"Though, I can ask my contacts on this special ability of yours, how about it?"
"You'll let me visit you again?" He didn't dare to think this man was inviting him. Not when a lot of kids his age pushed him away.
"Yes, absolutely."
Tsuna smiled.
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"Whomever used their life-force carelessly were fools."
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Friendly reminder that in a few chapter I'll start killing characters left and right. All for a good reason. But if you can't take character deaths, please back away slowly.
AN: Oh my gOD TSUNA WHAT ARE YOU DOING COMING TO A STRANGER'S ROOM!
yes, to those who guessed what the lights mean as flames are correct. But there's something more than just flames ;D stay tuned!
also pls inform me if I have typo. I wrote this from ffn apl and you guys can guess how shitty it is. See you guys soon!
I'm gonna reply to some reviewer that I can't pm here.
To: Hime-chan Natsumi; Yes, you would be right on calling them flames, though the lights are more than that. You are also correct on that assumption that it's connected eith their emotion. I wonder how Tsuna's would look like when he was angry? He would probably burn the world down. lol. Sadly we'll never find out :c Even though I don't u derstand Spanish, thank you for taking your time to review this story!
to: NaiOokamiSohma; I definitely agree about it being sad for Tsuna. Poor him, how dare Iemitsu and Timoteo take his flames away! Oh, yes, he would have his payback, alright. Just not anytime soon. Yes, I'm most excited on his meetings with Reborn! I've already planned on how it'll go but I still want to take it slow. Like maybe in a few chapter he will appear. Or maybe some other character will get to Tsuna first. Who knows. Thanks for telling me how you think about it, though. I appreciate it!