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Chapter 14: Sparrow's Song

Who was he? Where was he? Those were the first questions on his mind. Was he Iesada, Yoshinobu, Ieyasu, or was he Giotto? He didn't know. In that moment, Centuries worth of memories ripped into his mind. In this dream of the past, who was he?

Suddenly a gentle melody floated to his ears, echoing through the mansion-was it a mansion?- he was in. He was following the sound, drawn to it irresistibly, like a moth to a fame. He eventually came upon a door, one you would find in Japan, the type that was made from bamboo and you could slide open.

Opening the door, he came upon a black haired youth with a bamboo flute resting on his lips. And from the wooden instrument came the song, like a sparrow's thrill. The boy's fingers danced across a set of holes in the flute, creating pitches and sounds of every color.

Clapping, he heard himself say, " A lovely tune as always, Asari!" And it s indeed so, he swore he could still hear the echoes of the song, a tearful shadow of it's former glory.

The boy smiled, " It's nothing much, Giotto!" Giotto? His first life...what a sad, tragic tale that had been. Blood and more blood, war and fear, shudders crept up his back just at the thought of it. It had been such a horrible time.

"Neh, You really love music, don't you?" he said, feeling a current of something in his voice. Fear, he realized, and hope. But why?

"Of course!" Asari cried, his eyes shining with obsessive love, "I don't think I'll love anything more! I wouldn't have given it up for anything!"

And the boy continued, a constant stream of praise and love. A heavy feeling was in his chest, he could feel an invisible burden upon his shoulders. Suddenly, the world rippled black and he was somewhere else.

He was in the middle of a battle. War cries, screams, and the sound of crying echoed all around him. The sound pounded into his ears, even as blood sprayed all around him.

Men in metal armour clashed and danced upon their noble steeds, swords drawn. The sound of gunshots and cannons, deafened soldiers all around them. And he was in the middle of the bloodshed.

Sweat lined his forehead, and a sword was in his hand. It was beautiful, with a handle made of pure gold, lined with rubies. He was wearing what seemed to be clothing, fashioned from chainmail.

A sword connected to his, and he found his body moving to intercept. But he was tired, exhausted, and he was no master at the sword either. HIs opponent struck, and he barely dodged in time.

He didn't know how long the one-sided battle lasted, exhaustion clawed his mind too much for him to notice. Dead on his feet, his opponent quickly disarmed him, with a swish and a flick, leaving him weaponless.

He was closing his eyes, waiting for death to come, as the sword came down, intent on ending his life. Only the sound of clashing metal made him open his eyes once again, to the sight of blazing blue flames.

Tsuna woke to the sound of worried voices. At first they seemed blurry at best, with him not understanding a word. He was laying on soft sheets, infirmary?

But why-Aah. The attack, Squalo, the Chiavarone King, the strange boy, the blood, no wonder. How much blood he loss, Tsuna didn't know. But it would have been quite a lot if he was still this tired.

His mind was drowsy and half-asleep. His body could barely move, and his senses were muted, though they were slowly starting to work. Off to his left, he could barely hear a soft, beeping sound.

By the door, was a person. With his eyes closed, he couldn't see who, but he noted that the person had a strong presence. Power was dripping off the person, in subtle waves.

"How is he, Iemitsu?" the person said, he/her voice rough, yet silky. It sounded familiar, yet warped.

"Still unconscious. How's the others, your majesty?" said Iemitsu, his voice sounding tired and withdrawn. Almost apathetic.

"Reborn's been administered the antidote. He's fine, but he's tired. Thankfully the dose was not particularly high in radiation. Basil woke up a couple minutes ago, before falling asleep. Gokudera's awake but he can barely get up. Yamamoto's snoozing. And didn't I tell you not to call me that? Dino's just fine" reported the voice.

Iemitsu let out a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods" murmured Iemitsu, "And your student...Dino?"

"Kyoya's fine. Though you might want to check Training room 18, later. He's obliterating it" said the Chiavarone King, his voice amused yet lacking the carefree humor from the battle.

"That boy always brings repair bills every time he comes..." muttered Iemitsu, Tsuna could almost feel the depression emitting from the man.

"Kyoya is Kyoya" said Dino, "How's the Vessel?"

Just as Iemitsu was about to reply, Tsuna cutted in with a hoarsed, tired voice, "I'm fine...though I think my left leg is asleep."

He opened his eyes, barely managing to open them halfway, only to see Iemitsu's surprised yet relieved expression.

"Tsuna!" cried Iemitsu in relief, darting over to his bedside immediately. The blond king, following quickly behind.

Grabbing a seat, and sitting on it backwards, the king rested his head on the chair. "Neh, Vessel-chan, you sure gave us a scare!" laughed Dino.

As Tsuna sat up, with help from a disturbing mother-hen Iemitsu and lots and lots of pillows, he sweatdrop at the sudden change of personality from the king.

Looking around, Tsuna found that he was in the infirmary, from before with it's white ceiling and 8 beds.

Looking down, Tsuna saw that he was wearing a loose white button up t-shirt, with the first button unbuttoned. He could see white bandages wrapped tightly around his stomach.

Turning his attention back to the king, he found the king talking rather animatedly. "-And there was so much blood, Even my cute little student was worried! He's was actually really nice though, well before I let him watch this animal video. Next thing I knew, he was biting my-" Around there, Tsuna decided he better stop listening if he didn't want himself to be traumatized.

While the King babbled on, Tsuna decided to check his core, the flame. Peeking with his mind's eye, to Tsuna's relief it hadn't just disappeared. Centuries, with just the weak, barely there flame had driven paranoid into Tsuna's mind.

For the first time in centuries, he could do something instead of just convince hard-headed, irritating, stupid spirits to just bloody except the idiotic, corrupted, harebrain Kings of Vongola. Needless to say, it was a great big improvement.

Though, he had to be careful. He certainly didn't want to cause another repeat of the 1693 Sicily Earthquake just because he lost his temper. To be fair though, the guy did try to cut the Duke of Lorraine, Leopold Joseph Charles Dominique Agapet Hyacinthe,'s throat out.

He wouldn't tolerate the murder of a 14 year old, thank you very much, and the young duke's father, Charles V, had helped him before.

"-He's also the Head of the Discipline Committee of Namimori Middle School, which you're going to attend, according to Reborn" babbled on Dino, seemingly oblivious to Tsuna's lack of attention.

"Yeah, yeah" mumbled Tsuna. The he frozed.

...Did the man just say School? That HE would be attending?

"WAIT, WHAT!"

"Reborn says you're going to attend school, because, and I quote, 'if he love the outside so much, why don't he spend everyday outside?', whatever that meant. Anyway, back to Kyoya-"explained Dino, before going back to his students. In Tsuna's opinion, The guy had an obsession with his student, bordering on pedophilla. And he only spent a couple minutes with the strange king.

Turning to Iemitsu, Tsuna asked calmly, "This is his revenge for going out, isn't it?"

Iemitsu's only reply was a sheepish expression as one hand scratched his head in habit. Calmly, Tsuna made a rather odd request, "Iemitsu-san, can I have a baseball bat?"

Wordlessly, the External Advisor handed the instrument forward. Without further ado, Tsna proceeded to whack himself with the bat, All the while, muttering things.

And the External Advisor could only watch and wonder, if the Vessel of Gaia was alright in the head.

Meanwhile a certain Arcobaleno was talking to certain doctor. The cursed infant was holding a ziplock bag containing a blade of grass in his hand, covered with blood at one end.

"Shamal. Examine the blood, and trace it's DNA match to all we have in our system, include the Vongola Royal Line" ordered the infant.

Raising a lazy eye, Shamal yawned, "What's got you up in a fix? Did you find a possible candidate already?"

"Just do it."

"Sure, sure. Slavedriver" grumbled Shamal as he grabbed the bag and left out the door of his office, leaving Reborn behind.'

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