AN: ATTENTION! ATTENTION! ATTENTION! IMPORTANT! As of May 16th, the editing is completely finished, so go reread the story. There's some very important changes to the plot, so for god's sake. REREAD IT! The title is also changed. Anyway, I just wanted to point out that the follows hit past 200...without me finding out until a couple days later...Why do you guys perfer following instead of favoriting or following anyway?

Beta: Unbeta'd. Say goodbye to The Dark Crimson Blood and thank her/his for her/his constant help. The story will be staying unbeta'd, but if it begins that big of a problem, I'll scout out a beta.

Chapter 11: Rain's Will

Tsuna didn't know how it happened. One minute they had been talking, and then Yamamoto was dragging him outside to show him how to play something called 'baseball', after Tsuna had commented about not knowing what it was after Yamamoto mentioned it.

Inwardly, Tsuna knew he shouldn't be outside. But after centuries in a little room, he was feeling rather rebellious.

As he looked around,Tsuna couldn't help but sigh, It seemed that people had started to invent like crazy while he was gone.

"Eh, Tsuna Duck!"

Duck? Spinning on his heel to face Yamamoto, Tsuna was confused. What did yellow water birds have to do with baseball? Tsuna got his answer when a white ball streaked past him, missing him by millimeter, causing a faint burning smell to emerge as it brushed against his sweater.

Falling onto his rear, Tsuna looked wide eyed at the ball. It was white, with criss crossing red lines, and it was smoking. The area it had hit was black, and the ball itself was emitting smoke. Yamamoto jogged over with a sheepish expression on his face.

"Gomen, Tsuna!" said Yamamoto, rubbing his head with his right hand while his left held his baseball bat, that seemed oddly to be made of metal. Plopping down onto the green grass of a forest clearing, putting the baseball bat on his lap, Yamamoto sighed "I guess, I put too much force in it..."

After brushing all the dirt off and getting comfortable, Tsuna sighed, "It's fine Yamamoto, it's not your fault, I'm not really good at sports..."

"No!" said Yamamoto rather forcefully, his eyes dark and shadow with frustration. "It's not you...these days my average is dropping and when I'm on the field I'm screwing up! I-I don't know what I'm doing wrong..."

Staring at Yamamoto, Tsuna pulled his knees to his chest, his lava colored eyes practically glowing. Even without saying, Tsuna knew there was something bothering the young man. After a moment of silence, Tsuna looked away.

"Neh, Yamamoto" said Tsuna while looking over the grass, up to the blue sky. "Why do you like baseball so much anyway?"

"Eh?" said Yamamoto in surprise, his head spinning to Tsuna's direction just as the boy picked up a small dandelion from the grass. "My mum mostly, I guess..."

"You see, My dad's a distant descendant of one of the Pioggia House's branches. He's a noble I guess, so when he went and married my mum, who was a commoner, there was a scandal" explained Yamamoto with a wistful look in his eyes.

As Tsuna played with the yellow weed, Yamamoto continued,"My dad was pretty much disowned in all but papers so he waltzed off to live with my mum in this village name Namimori that was near a border with a small kingdom named Momokyoyaki.

"Namimori's a small but peaceful town, ruled by one of the branches of the Nuvola House. My parents opened a sushi shop there and had me. When I was 5, I had some trouble making friends with the village children, so my mum taught me how to play baseball to make up for it" said Yamamoto with a smile, "I started making friends after that. Life was good.

"When I was 12, a border conflict with the Momokyoyaki caused the Momokyoyaki to raid Namimori. It happened in the dead of the night. Nearly the whole town was wiped out. Namimori's population was around 400. There was less than 20 survivors. My mum wasn't one of them" said Yamamoto, his voice weighed down by grief. "My relatives in the Pioggia House refused to take me and my father in, but Reborn-san took us in saying we had potential.

"So we basically live here. My dad's the cook here, in fact. I go to this school near here, that's like a rebuilt version of Namimori. Heck, the Nuvola House Branch that I told you about, took this place over. Like before I had some problems making friends, but this time I just played baseball and ignore it. Eventually I made new friends. So I guess I play baseball to honor my mother and to make friends I guess."

Looking up from the dandelion, Tsuna asked in a small voice, "Are you happy playing baseball like this? Always striving to be the best?"

"Huh?" questioned Yamamoto.

"Do you play baseball because you want to or because you feel like you need to?" elaborated Tsuna. "Personally, I think your mum would rest in peace best knowing that her son was happy, wouldn't you?"

Blinking, Yamamoto gapped for a moment before bursting into laughter. "I'm such an idiot!" said Yamamoto in between his laughter, tears of mirth spilling from his eyes. "You're really smart Tsuna!"

Flushing red, Tsuna was humbled by the praise. "It's not much, Yamamoto" mumbled Tsuna, his face as red as a tomato while he press two fingers together.

Before Yamamoto could say anything, both of them sensed a presence. It was powerful and screamed skill for it's possessor. Stiffened, both of them got to their feet and looked around the clearing.

"Strange.." mumbled Yamamoto, "No one knows about this place, much less should be able to enter it. We're completely warded with A-class Illusions!"

Suddenly, the presence striked, heading for Tsuna. Almost immediately, Yamamoto jumped in front of Tsuna, his bat positioned in front of him, in a defensive gesture. He was just a second too slow though. But Tsuna had his own tricks up his sleeves.

Within the span of a second, Tsuna drew flames (which seemed to have shrunk slightly) from his soul, and formed a familiar looking orange barrier.

He had barely been able to appreciate it's beauty in the fire, but looking at it now, Tsuna was awed. It was a beautiful transparent orange, that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. Lovely dark orange rings bounced across the barrier, echoing with power.

A sword clashed onto the barrier, along with a figure, crouching on top of the barrier. With the sunlight falling down on the figure, all Tsuna saw was a dark shadow.

The two sides were at a standstill, when what seemed to be a boomerang clad in blue flames flew at the silhouette from the side, who leaped away instantly, landing a couple feet away.

"Tsunayoshi-dono! Is thou okay?!" yelled a familiar voice.

Jerking his head in the direction of the voice, Tsuna caught sight of Basil, along with Gokudera. Following quickly behind was Iemitsu, with a irritated looking Reborn on his shoulder

"Basil-san! We're fine!"

"Dame-Tsuna! I'm gone for one minute and this is what happens!"

Wincing slightly, Tsuna was about to reply when a ridiculously loud voice interrupted him.

"VOI! STOP YOUR BLABBERING, AND GET WITH IT!"

Turning his head to the direction of the silhouette, Tsuna came across the familiar figure of the loud long silver haired, sword waving man from the room. Looking closer, Tsuna saw that the man had bangs, while the rest of his long hair fell to his rear. His eyes were a piercing silver and his skin was pale.

He wore a closed leather trench coat, over a pair of black pants and knee-high boots. A sword was attached to the man's left hand, much to Tsuna's horror and bewilderment. Thankfully, the man's other hand was flesh and NOT metal.

Looking over Yamamoto's shoulders, Tsuna easily spotted the tension that lined Yamamoto's body. Standing by the barrier,

Basil said, "Superbi Squalo. Xanxus's right hand man and his representative from the Pioggia House. He's the commander of Varia, Vongola's independent, elite, assassination squad loyal to only the king."

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