Triggers: We'll be discussing Suicide and Depression in this chapter.

Thank you for sharing all your headcanons and theories with me! The reason why I asked was because, welcome to Bridge Arc aka Reveal 1 Arc aka Character Growth/Interaction Arc. The Daily Arc will continue concurrently (introduction of characters) but let's answer some of your questions in this arc. owo b

Last Time

Giotto tilted his head, indicated for Reborn to continue.

Reborn took a deep breath and asked the one question he needed to find the answer to.

"Do you know what happened between Ienari and Tsuna?"

"Yes."

Savior

Yamamoto Takeshi met Sawada Tsunayoshi at age ten.

It was a cold and snowy day. A blanket of white snow covered Namimori, an untouched sense of purity. The dull yellow sun hung low in the sky, already ushering in the blue and blacks of the night. The streets were empty and solemnly silent. Brightly colored lights hung in the windows of many houses, creating a stained glass effect against the white snow.

Christmas had come and gone; New Years just a few days more to go. A feeling of good cheer and new beginnings hung in the air.

But not for Takeshi.

Instead of the warmth of family and friends that most felt at this time, Takeshi felt numb and cold.

This marked the first year he would be celebrating New Years without his mother.

It hurt. A sharp pain in his heart, an empty void that could not be filled. Takeshi had lost a piece of himself when his mother was taken from him swiftly and unexpectedly. There had been no warning, no way to prepare. Just the sharp screech of tires and splatter of blood.

Snow crunched under his steps as Takeshi wandered in a daze. He had been trying for these last months, trying so far for his father, trying to be happy, trying to pretend.

Takeshi was tired of pretending.

Before he knew it, he was standing on the ledge of the concrete bridge over the ravine. Takeshi stared down below where the river raged, rushing and undoubtedly glacial cold. Would it hurt if he took one more step? Would it be painless? Would it chase away this numbness, this emptiness? Would he be able to see his mother?

Just one more step.

A warm hand enclosed around his, stopping him. "Don't," a quiet voice pleaded.

Takeshi looked back to see a small brunet with brown eyes staring up at him. Sawada Tsunayoshi, or Dame-Tsuna as Takeshi had known him from school. Why was he here?

"Don't," Tsuna repeated in a firmer voice, eyes flashing orange. "This is not the way, Yamamoto-san. If you're sad, don't be afraid to show it. Don't smile that false smile, it's okay to cry. Just remember that you're never alone."

Those words were said with such conviction, such strength, Takeshi felt himself waver. He choked, feeling warm for the first time in months. Turning to step down, Takeshi slipped on the ice slick edge, falling. Panicking, he tried to let go of Tsuna's hand, determined not to bring the smaller boy down with him.

Tsuna, of course, held on tight.

"Let go," Takeshi said as he dangled over the ravine.

"No," Tsuna said. Tsuna held tight, but he was still smaller than Takeshi.

So they both fell.

Right into a net that sprung out from under the bridge.

"A net?" Takeshi said, bemused by the appearance of the net.

"That would be the second reason why you shouldn't jump," Tsuna said. His smile was twisted and sardonic. "They recently installed nets to prevent jumpers from committing suicide under every bridge in Namimori."

Takeshi stared at him, seeing Tsuna in a very different light. He stared at their entwined hands, feeling warm and safe, despite the fact that they still hung in a net over a very steep ravine.

Tsuna squeezed his hand. "You're not alone," he repeated, smiling brightly.

Tears prickled at the corner of Takeshi's eyes. "Thanks Tsuna," he said.

"Tsuna?!"

"Tsunayoshi!"

Takeshi looked up to see Hibari and a girl with brown hair and golden eyes peering over the edge of the bridge. Both were looking worried. (And wasn't that a strange sight to see Hibari of all people worried?)

"Hi Ayame-nee, Kyoya-sempai," Tsuna said meekly.

The girl, Ayame, groaned and slumped over the edge. "Thank Inari-sama that the nets worked. I think I just lost a few years of my life. Are you trying to give me a heart attack Tsuna?" she bemoaned.

"I will bite you to death for this, Tsunayoshi," Hibari hissed.

Takeshi couldn't help the laughter that bubbled to the surface. There was something strangely hilarious about all of this. It was just… Hibari was here, Tsuna was amazing and they were hanging over a ravine. It was stupid, it was dangerous, but for the first time in months, Takeshi didn't feel numb or cold at all.

Later, much later, after Takeshi and Tsuna were lifted safely from the net, after New Years and a long talk with his father, Takeshi would find himself spending January in France with Tsuna, Hibari, the Sasagawa siblings, Kurokawa and the older girl, Ayame. His father had closed the shop for the month, coming with him.

Takeshi laughed, grieved, cried and spent more time frowning than smiling. His father was there to support him and Tsuna and the others welcomed him into their group with open arms. He learned the French Alphabet (how was Tsuna practically fluent after just two months?) and enough French to carry a conversation.

A few days before they were scheduled to return to Namimori, Takeshi poked the elephant in the room.

As Tsuna and Takeshi sat by the fireplace, Takeshi asked, "Why were you here in France to begin with Tsuna?" He had noticed that the Sawada Twins had been pulled from classes for the last three months. He had assumed it was a family emergency, but here was Tsuna in France, playing and having fun and Ienari was nowhere in sight.

Tsuna stared into the fire, watching the embers fly. The orange flames reflecting in his brown eyes. Quietly, Tsuna said,

"Because three months ago, I tried to jump off that same bridge, Takeshi."

London Bridge Was Falling Down

"Will you tell me?" Reborn asked.

Giotto sat down on the living room so that he was closer to Reborn's level. The soft orange eternal glow surrounding him dimly lit the room. "I figured you would eventually ask that. I'm really not the person you should be asking, but given those who know what happened better, well, yes, it isn't a surprise." Running a gloved hand through his blond hair, Giotto looked at Reborn. "I suppose Tsuna won't mind if I tell you," Giotto said. "Alright, as far as I know there are two major incidents between Ienari and Tsuna."

"Two?" Reborn asked.

Giotto nodded. "Yes. The Dying Will Bullet Incident would make three. I'm not sure if there are more, it has never come up. The first incident happened when Tsuna was eight, but I don't know much about it. I had asked once and Tsuna had a panic attack, Nana burst into tears and Ayame turned as pale as the moon. Never brought it up again, though eventually I got the general gist of what happened. If you want to know what happened, you're better off convincing Ayame to tell you since, well Tsuna can't speak of it and no one likes to upset Nana."

Reborn nodded. "Does that incident involved the bridge?"

"No," Giotto said, shaking his head. "The Bridge Incident is what happened when Tsuna was 10." He paused, contemplating his next words. "What's the difference between the resolve to survive and the resolve to live?" he abruptly asked.

Reborn blinked. At the surface, the two would be the same thing. There would be no difference. But Giotto wouldn't ask that if that was the case. "If there was a difference," Reborn said slowly, "It would be that surviving would imply that the situation you were in is potentially life threatening. You want to live regardless, but the situation you are in means there is a high chance of you dying. You would need to resolve to survive the situation in order to come out alive. To resolve to live would imply that you are dying, at death's door and making the conscious decision to not take that final step towards the light."

"Which resolve does Tsuna have?" Giotto asked patiently.

Reborn was about to say the resolve to survive for what else could it be? After all, Tsuna survived Ienari, survived bullies, survived this mad, mad, mad town. But was that really the case? He recalled the dark and tired look in Tsuna's brown eyes, that quiet resignation, and the inability to stand up for himself against Ienari despite being stronger.

A quiet terror filled Reborn as the implications and realizations hit him. His heart gave a tight squeeze. "Tsuna isn't suicidal, is he?" Reborn asked, horrified.

"Not anymore," Giotto said lightly. "He hasn't shown any tendencies since then. Tsuna is also better supported these days. Back when he was ten, the only people he had in his life were Nana who was at her wits end trying to keep her boys separated, Ayame who couldn't always be here, Kyoya who is not exactly the most friendliest of people and myself who happens to be a ghost and the limitations of energy keep me from remaining in Namimori all the time. Tsuna had just met the Sasagawa siblings and Hana and was only peripherally aware of Takeshi."

Reborn sat down on the floor in quiet shock. He would have never believed that Tsuna would have considered suicide at one point. 'Except that you did,' a voice hissed in his head. 'You had noticed that Tsuna kept going where lesser people would have given up and killed themselves. Is it really any surprise to learn that Tsuna had attempted to kill himself?'

The hitman didn't want to even consider what would have happened had Tsuna succeeded. Reborn would have come to Namimori and would have never met Tsuna? That was… that was an impossibility that Reborn didn't want to ever ponder. His heart ached at the mere thought.

"He tried to jump off the bridge?" Reborn asked.

"Yes," Giotto said quietly. "Perhaps it was our fault for not realizing, or just a case of bad timing. But shortly after Tsuna and Ienari's tenth birthday, both Ayame and I had to leave. I had used up all the energy I possessed -it was my first trip to Namimori- and had to return to the Spirit World to recharge. I'm not entirely sure where Ayame had to go, but she wasn't in Namimori according to Kyoya.

After his attempt, Tsuna stayed at Kyoya's house for two weeks in a fit of depression that none of us could snap him out of.

Out of desperation, Ayame took Tsuna to France, hoping the change of scenery would be enough to snap Tsuna out his depression. I couldn't follow; the limitations of where I can go in the real world is pretty much restrained to Namimori, a few other cities in Japan and Italy. But when Tsuna returned, it was with a smile on his face. Time away from Ienari seemed to have given him the peace he needed. It was the first time Nana brought up to Iemitsu the idea of sending Ienari to him, Iemitsu, of course, rejected the idea."

Reborn sat in shock. Out of curiosity, he had dug to see if he could find out why Tsuna had gone to France. He discovered that yes, Tsuna had gone to France, but Ienari had also departed for three months to an anger management camp. As far as the school was concerned, both Ienari and Tsuna went to that camp and Reborn was willing to bet that Ienari was under the assumption that Tsuna had remained in Namimori.

Both twins returned in January, according to reports, Ienari seemed to be calmer and Tsuna seemed to have remained unchanged. (But how much of that was people unwilling to see past Tsuna's smile?)

"What drove Tsuna to try and jump?" Reborn asked, desperate to make sense of this situation.

Giotto smiled sadly.

Break Point

Tsuna's tenth birthday was arguably his favorite one.

With a beaming smile, Tsuna walked home, happy and without a care in the world.

A new orange and white hoodie from Hibari, a pair of black leather gloves and the promise of a new technique from Giotto, and lastly a gold ring from Ayame. So this was what it was like to celebrate a birthday with friends. Last year it was just Ayame, but this year it was Ayame, Hibari and Giotto. That was three. Tsuna felt giddy about the entire thing, continue to even days later.

Tsuna held the gold ring to the sky. It was a simple band that twisted at the ends into a pair of wings, one upright, the other upside down. For some reason the ring felt warm to the touch, something Tsuna often found himself smiling about. Warm was good; it reminded him of the hugs his mother would give him, the hair ruffles Ayame would do, the small smiles Hibari returned and the orange flames he and Giotto shared.

"Jewelry, that's so girly."

Tsuna flinched. Ienari stood before him on the concrete bridge. Inwardly, Tsuna despaired. Why did Ienari seek to hurt him?

"I like it," Tsuna said softly, proud that he didn't stutter over his words. "It's my gift, why does it matter to you?"

"Because it's stupid, you worthless freak," Ienari said with a sneer.

Tsuna winced once more and moved to go around Ienari. Home was close; he would be safe there where he could lock himself away from his twin.

Just as Tsuna passed Ienari, Ienari reached out and grabbed the white sleeve of Tsuna's new hoodie. "Give me that," Ienari said snarling.

Tsuna twisted away, struggling to get out of Ienari's grasp. "Let go Ienari!"

RIIIPPP

Tsuna stumbled as the sleeve that Ienari clung to, torn at its seams. Hibari's gift! The gold ring slipped out of his grasp, dropping to the ground with a 'ping'.

Ienari darted forward, reaching for the ring. As his hands encompassed around it, there was a bright spark and a crackle of energy. Yelping, Ienari threw the ring, over the ledge of the bridge and down into the ravine below.

"NO!" Tsuna cried out. He scrambled to his feet, peering over the edge to see the ring fall into the water below.

"This is what I mean!" Ienari cried out. His hands were blistered a bright red. "You're a freak! A monster! Don't you dare hurt Kaasan. I wished you would just die. Our lives would be so much better with you, you monster." He dashed away, running home to Nana who would bandage his hands.

Tsuna sank to the ground in a quiet shock.

It was unknown how long he had sat there. Long enough for the skies to turn a stormy gray, opening up for a torrent of rain. Long enough that Tsuna sat, wet and cold and so utterly and horribly despondent.

Thoughts warred and clashed in his head. Ienari's poisonous words rang in his head, repeating over and over again. 'I wished you would just die!' The pained realization that two of the three gifts he had just received were gone. The hoodie Hibari gave him was torn, the ring Ayame gave him was at the bottom of the ravine. 'Neesan told me to take special care about that ring and that was Hibari-sempai first gift to me!'

Tsuna stared down at his small hands, heart aching. Why, why, why? He knew he was strange and odd. Ienari couldn't see Giotto, so to him it probably looked like Tsuna was always talking to thin air. Tsuna knew he was slow, clumsy, and not very smart.

'I wished you would just die!'

What was that energy that burned Ienari? Was it really true? Was he a threat to his mother? His wonderful, loving mother? That energy was different from the warm orange flames that he could produce. Maybe Ienari was right. He was just a monster. What normal human could produce flames?

'Just die!'

A monster like him should die before he hurt anyone.

He climbed to the ledge of the bridge, staring down at the ravine below. Tsuna took one step forward.

And was immediately pulled back.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi what do you think you're doing?"

Tsuna looked to see Hibari snarling at him. He trembled, feeling overwhelmed. "Hibari-sempai," he weakly said.

"What are you doing?" Hibari repeated. His gray eyes flashed angrily; his black hair soaked and falling over his eyes.

"I… I…," Tsuna stammered. His body felt weak and he sank back to the ground in a daze, shivering as the rain continued to fall from the heavens. "Am I a monster?" he whispered. Streaks of tears pour down his face, mixing in with the cold rain drops.

"No," Hibari bluntly replied.

"But flames!" Tsuna said, "I can see ghosts! I just burnt Ienari's hands somehow!"

Hibari crouched down to Tsuna's eye level. A burst of purple flames sprang to life in his hands. "Am I a monster too?" he asked.

Tsuna stared at the purple flames, dancing strong in the rain. He reached out to touch them. They didn't burn, but felt soft and cool to the touch. "You figured out how to light them," Tsuna said in amazement.

Just a month ago, Tsuna had shown Hibari the orange flames that Giotto had been teaching him how to control. Hibari had been trying to access his own and when he failed at first, Tsuna had introduced him to Alaude, hoping the former Cloud Guardian would be able to help Hibari. Alaude had to expend the energy to shift down to a lower plane to interact with Hibari, but it was a welcomed challenge.

"I'm sorry," Tsuna said with a sniffle.

Hibari's eyebrow quirked upward in the silent question.

"Ienari ripped the hoodie you gave me and threw Neesan's gift over the bridge," Tsuna said.

"I can get you a new one," Hibari said, hauling Tsuna to his feet. "And I'm sure the omnivore will say the same thing. You, on the other hand, there is only one of you. Do not throw away your life so frivolously. Let's get you out of this rain before you get sick and I have to end up listening to the omnivore nag and fret over you."

Tsuna smiled weakly, but Ienari's words still echoed in his head.

'I wished you would just die.'

Higher Level

"That's how the story goes," Giotto concluded. "Like I said, after that, Tsuna went to France, Kyoya, Ryohei, Kyoko and Hana followed. They returned for Christmas and New Years, picking up Takeshi and Tsuyoshi, heading back to France after New Years and returning once more at the end of January. Nana remained in Namimori, just to keep appearances up with Ienari who had no idea that Tsuna was in France and called every night."

Reborn sat, absorbing the information.

He thought about Ienari's response to who he would save between Nana and Tsuna.

"Because Dame-Tsuna is nothing but trouble."

Trouble had felt wrong, like Ienari had meant a different word. A monster?

"Why does Ienari think Tsuna is some kind of monster?" Reborn asked.

"I'm not sure. I don't think anyone really does, except for Ienari himself," Giotto said. "That's the root of this problem, one that I think only Ienari could answer. But I get the feeling it isn't something Ienari can really put into words."

"So it is something that couldn't be easily be fixed if they just sat down to talk," Reborn said lightly.

"Most likely not," Giotto said. He looked away, lost in thought. "I believe Ayame has been seeking that answer for a while."

So there were things that Ayame didn't know either.

"But so far," Giotto continued. "Tsuna appears to be the only trigger. Ienari doesn't react that way to anyone else as far as we can tell."

"And the energy that burned Ienari?" Reborn asked. "That was Dying Will Flames?"

Giotto shook his head. "No. It is rather complicated to explain, but it's not Dying Will Flames... rather a higher level."

"There's a higher level?" Reborn asked, shocked.

"When you're dead, you have time to explore many things. Though I will admit most of this information I learned fairly recently," Giotto said. "The Flames of Sky and the Flames of Earth are some of the most basic levels. Because they're so simple, that is what allows humans to use them so easily and freely. Tsuna is one of the few rare people who appear to be able to access that higher level and his ability to see ghosts like me are an extension of well… dealing with me actually. Spirit particles blur the lines between the spirit and physical plane. At some point I didn't need to shift to a lower plane in order for Tsuna to see me."

"Flames of Earth?" Reborn had never heard of Earth Flames before.

Giotto nodded. "Cozarto had them."

… That was not in any of the history books that Vongola had. In fact, aside from a small footnote as one of Primo's many friends, there was very little mention of Cozarto at all.

Smiling softly, Giotto said, "Cozarto was the one who encouraged me to create Vongola as a vigilantly group."

History books are flawed after all.

Reborn sighed heavily; mutely processing the information Giotto had given him. So many questions. Reborn found answers, but now there were just more questions to those answers. What happened when Tsuna was eight? What caused Ienari to think Tsuna was a monster? (Tsuna, who as far as Ienari was concerned, was weak, useless and cowardly boy.) Even his rather stable and vast knowledge regarding Dying Will Flames had been reduced to dust.

Giotto yawned once more. "I think we should stop for the night," he said. "I just got back from the Spirit World and it would be a waste to use up what little energy I saved up to be consumed so quickly."

Speaking of which, Giotto had also given him confirmation that the Spirit World did exist and that little trip Reborn had taken over a week ago was not a dream.

"Thank you," Reborn said.

Giotto beamed. "You welcome. I hope that shed some light on the answers you seek."

It did. But it brought up so many more questions.

Moondrop

Ayame scowled at the offending piece of paper in front of her. This was a stupid piece of paper, with stupid words and what were these people thinking?! The urge to tear it into pieces reigned. Ayame took a deep breath and glared, hissing at the large stack of paperwork that sat before her. She had foolishly allowed it to build up and now her entire desk was covered again. Tsuna's request had kept her so busy that everything else had been pushed to the backburner. A costly mistake.

So focused on her work, she didn't notice the door to her office open and someone slipped into the room.

'It's three in the morning. You should be asleep.'

Ayame jumped, startled by the words that rang in her head. Leaping out of her chair, she swiveled around to see the seven tailed silver kitsune sitting in the moonbeam. The soft silvery glow surrounding it illuminated the room.

"Engetsu," Ayame said, relaxing. "Welcome back." Then a scowled appeared on her face. "Don't do that!"

'I repeat. It's three in the morning. You should be asleep.'

Ayame huffed, feeling the exasperation rolling off of Engetsu. "There's work that needs to be done!"

'Leave it for when the sun has risen.' Engetsu's tails lashed out, twitching in irritation. 'Or give it to your assistant.'

"I don't have an assistant," Ayame shot back. She sulked as she felt another pulse of irritation directed at her. Ayame didn't need to hear Engetsu's voice in her head to know the kitsune was angry.

'If I could speak, I would give you such a tongue lashing.'

Engetsu couldn't speak; her vocal cords having been damaged in a fight years ago. But Engetsu and Ayame had been friends for a long time and were close enough that Engetsu could project her thoughts into Ayame's head.

Before Ayame could protest, she felt gravity inverse around her and floated off the ground. "Engetsu! Put me down!"

The kitsune merely rolled her eyes and ignored Ayame's words. 'You do not have a choice in this matter. You are going to bed, even if I have to sit on you for you to sleep.'

Ayame merely scowled.

Engetsu exhaled. 'I mean it. Your health is far more important.'

Silence fell over the room.

'Did the Storm Arcobaleno startle you that much?'

"No! ... Yes," Ayame whispered softly. "I don't know," she moaned, holding her head.

Engetsu huffed. 'You are simply not use to being around others who are as dangerous as you are.'

"They could ruin everything," Ayame complained.

'Always the solitary hunter. Whatever caused you to join a pride of lions in the first place?'

"Was tired of being lonely…"

'Oh, Moondrop.'

A tense silence slightly tainted with grief fell over the room once more. Still, floating in the air, Ayame approached the topic she had been staunchly avoiding. "Engetsu… Reborn is going…" she trailed off.

'If that's fate, what can you do but sit and watch?'

Ayame frowned at Engetsu's response. "But Tsuna!"

'I'm fond of the boy too, but you know better then to fight it. That's one of the few things that will continue onward like the flow of time, the cycles of life and death and the balance of all things. Just pray for a positive outcome.'

A strangled noise came from Ayame. She looked away, dejected.

Engetsu merely rolled her eyes once more. 'Now you've stalled long enough.' With a tug, Ayame floated closer to Engetsu, still suspended in the air.

"Mou, Engetsu. Fine you win, I'll sleep."

White Plate with Blue Moons

Reborn woke up to a strange sight. It was no surprise that the first thing he felt was actually resignation instead of irritation. Clearly he was becoming conditioned to the strangeness that was Namimori.

Curled around Tsuna as if he was a teddy bear was Ayame. Reborn knew, knew she wasn't there when he had finished his conversation with Giotto early this morning. None of his traps had been set off or disarmed. How exactly had she gotten in the room?

He glanced at the clock. 8:12 am. Looked like everyone had slept in this morning. That was fine. There was no school today. That meant Ayame had snuck in the last five hours.

Reborn jumped on the ledge of Tsuna's bed, Leon already transformed into his mallet form. Ah well, that just meant Reborn had two unsuspecting targets. Just as he swung Leon, Tsuna's hand shot up to catch Leon.

"I really wished you stop waking me up this way, Reborn," Tsuna mumbled, still half asleep. He blinked blearily, trying to focus.

"I let you sleep in today, Tsuna," Reborn mocking replied. Leon transformed back, resting on Reborn's hat.

"We could all use some extra sleep," Tsuna said. That was when he noticed Ayame. "Oh Neesan came over last night. I'm surprised she didn't wake up and try to throw you out the window for trying to wake her up with Leon."

Reborn raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't question it. "Does she do this often?" he asked instead.

"Crash in my bed? Yes. Oh wow, she's still asleep. Neesan must be really exhausted," Tsuna said. He shook Ayame awake. "Hey Neesan. It's morning. If you want to continue sleeping you can, but you gotta let me go so I can get up."

A single golden eye cracked open and Ayame relinquished her hold. Tsuna rolled out of bed, scurrying off to the bathroom. After a few minutes, Ayame sat up, still sleep rumpled and stumbled out of Tsuna's bed and down the stairs.

Reborn followed her, curious. Ayame appeared to be ignoring his presence and she did look extremely exhausted. The dark circles under her eyes made her look like a panda and she moved sluggishly and in a daze.

She slumped into the chair at the kitchen table.

Nana turned around in surprise. "Ayame-chan! Will you be joining us for breakfast?"

Ayame made a noncommittal grunt and rested her head against the wooden surface.

Nana merely hummed and placed a plate of fish, a bowl of rice, another bowl of miso soup and a smaller dish with egg in front of her. A light thud followed by a cup of green tea.

Reborn jumped onto the table and stared at the dishes Nana had just laid out in front of Ayame: the entire set of white dishes with blue moons.

"You!" Reborn squawked. "The white plate with blue moons belong to you?"

Golden eyes cracked open, staring tiredly at Reborn. "Oh right," Ayame muttered. "You didn't know about that." She stared at Reborn for a little bit longer, before sitting upright to grab a pair of chopsticks. "You know what? I'm too tired to care that you know about this.

"How?!" Reborn started.

Ayame cut him off. "Not answering that. In fact, I'm going to finish eating and then I'm going back to bed to sleep, because this level of exhaustion is not funny anymore."

Reborn stared; his head already hurting from the knowledge this morning revealed to him.

Namimori… Goddamn Namimori.

So how many of you went "I knew it!" and how many of you went "I need to go back and reread."? Also are you guys interested in learning a bit more about what happened in France? Would probably be a short interlude/flashback chapter if go that route.

General Notes

Tsuna's Ring looks something like this (but gold) tinyurl#.#com/#pso5f2e (remove #)

The kids learning French.

Kids are notoriously adept at picking up languages. I had one friend in high school who told me when she was young, she spent a summer in Japan and came back fluent. It didn't stick, but if consistently practiced and reinforced, I think it would have. Hence Tsuna practices, and thus Tsuna and most of his friends speak French.

Bridge Incident

-The bridge was introduced back in Chapter 5, again in Chapter 7 and Chapter 8

-Kyoya said in Chapter 1: Haven '(Ienari nearly succeeded more than once.)' This is one incident.

-Resolve to Live was first mentioned in Chapter 1: Five Plates and again in Chapter 7: Second Coming. Notably, it is only Reborn makes the distinction that Tsuna has the resolve to live. All other mentions of Tsuna and resolve don't mention what that resolve is.

Ayame and Moons

-Many of you figured out that the white plate with blue moons belong to Ayame. Good job!

-Ayame has always been associated with moons. Her introduction in Chapter 2 was titled Moon and Tsuna and Ayame's first meeting in Chapter 1 ended with the line "That was how the Sky met his Moon." Secondly, many the names connected to Ayame are moon related.

Bilingual Bonus

Jougennotsuki - (Ayame's hometown) Waxing Moon

Eiki - (The mountain that Jougennotsuki is on, the name of the shrine were Tsuna enters of Spirit World) Phases of Moon (waxing and waning)

Hisakata - (the street Ayame lives on) Moon

Engetsu - (Ayame's kitsune friend) Crescent Moon