AN: Updated quicker than I thought...Anyway, Since summer has started, the updates will either be faster, or slower. I'm lazy, Summer is the only time I got no school. I'll drag my ass to do it though. I'll try my best. But I'm losing interest in this story. Anyway, According to the poll, Gokudera and Reborn are the top 2 competitors. Since Gokudera and Tsuna are going to have some sweet fluff next chapter...SOME R27!

Anyway, NEW STORY! Check it out on my PROFILE. It's called 'Half of My Heart'. The summary: Tsuna and Natsu are twins, and they have always been together. They are light and dark, both sides of the same coins, each a part of the other. But when Reborn arrives, both find themselves pitted against each other against their will. As the two struggle to protect another from the relentless mafia, they strive for a future they can't possibly have. Incest, 7227, All27, All72 etc.

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Chapter 18: Scorpion to the Sun

Humans were a curious thing. Strange and unique, never ever completely the same. Some had hair as dark as night, some were the opposite with hair the color of virgin snow. Some had strange eyes, a dazzling purple or an endless black.

But, the resemblance of siblings were remarkable at best. Looking at the two clashing siblings in front of him, Tsuna was caught with the bright resemblance. In his lifetime he had only met a few pairs of siblings, yet he could never understand the bond between siblings, bound by blood and flesh.

Bianchi, as Reborn had introduced, had the same eyes as her wayward brother, a lovely sea-green. They had the same olive skin and she had the same puppy-like loyalty to those that earned it.

But that was where the resemblance ended. While Gokudera had silver hair shaped much like an octopus, Bianchi it seemed had inherited G's red-pink hair, abit not his hairstyle.

While Gokudera was admittedly hotheaded and rash, Bianchi was calm and rational. In the siblings, Tsuna could clearly see G in them, each bearing their respective inheritance from his old friend.

She was pretty, Tsuna presumed with a modest figure, and a slender waist. Her hair and eyes gave her an exotic look. Judging by the former blunt flirting of a certain doctor, people agreed with him.

Leaning against the wall in one of the kitchens of the base, Tsuna stared at the scene in front of him with a blank expression.

Bianchi was calmly sipping at her coffee, clad in a sleeveless white shirt and black pants with a studded belt, at the wooden table. Meanwhile, Gokudera was half vomiting, Reborn said something about poison and childhood trauma, and half yelling at his sister.

Yamamoto was having a nearly one-sided conversation with Bianchi, who was too busy sipping her coffee to respond. Iemitsu was talking on the phone excitedly with someone, with hearts in his eyes apparently, while Basil was making tea.

Shamal, as he mentioned before, was paying for his flirting and currently passed out on the floor with something purple on his face. Dino was currently being chased down by one pissed off Hibari for some comment.

And Reborn was currently sleeping in his arms as a infant, looking quite adorable.

Sighing, Tsuna shifted Reborn carefully in his arms, making sure to not awaken the cursed infant. The infant had proved itself more than frightening when interrupted from it's more than precious sleep. At that, Tsuna smiled fondly, Reborn was much like an ordinary toddler, innocent and naive to the world.

What people often forgot though, were the absolutely horrendous temper tantrums infants often had.

Tsuna's attention was soon drawn back to the rather loud scene in front of him. Instinctively, Tsuna tightened his grip slightly on Reborn. Bianchi hadn't come in good circumstances, and she was most likely leaving with it.

The feeling of approaching distress was heavy in his stomach, much to Tsuna's fear. The last time he had that kind of feeling, the Massacre of Glencoe had occurred.

The chaotic situation had originally started with Kyoko, who came around to introducing him to her older brother, a loud 16 year old Sasagawa Ryohei, who nearly busted Tsuna's eardrums, a week later after his arrival in Nami-middle.

Ryohei had given Tsuna a giant shock with his...extremeness. His own long deceased nursemaid would have given him a good boxing if he had acted even a little bit like Ryohei.

Either way, before Tsuna knew it, he found himself with an invitation to Ryohei's boxing club. As he had no wish to walk around in his boxers with oven mitts, Tsuna quickly declined. Unfortunately, Ryohei just continued badgering him.

Gokudera hadn't taken kindly to that, and the invention of the insulting nickname 'lawn-head' was resulted, quickly followed by Ryohei's rather ingenious 'octopus head'. Yamamoto just laughed while providing a stream of commentary to Tsuna, tossing in some innuendos that Tsuna had never thought would come out of Yamamoto's mouth.

He had wanted to wash Yamamoto's mouth out with soap afterwards.

It had ended with him promising to at least come and watch Ryohei's boxing after school, after Ryohei discovered what Tsuna though boxing was. Gokudera had quickly forced an invitation declaring that he needed to protect the Tenth, and Yamamoto soon followed along.

After spending a good nightmarish hour at the boxing club, Tsuna and his companions soon fled with various reactions. Gokudera was agitated, saying something about one of the boxing member's adoptive sister being a UMA, whatever that meant. Yamamoto was smiling cheerfully and Tsuna didn't know what to think.

On the way back to the base, Yamamoto had decided to introduce Tsuna to Japanese ice cream, which Tsuna quickly assumed was basically the japanese version of sorbet. Except it was much better than sorbet, less ice more cream.

As Tsuna was enjoying a green tea ice cream cone, splashed with vanilla sprinkles, Gokudera was having a rose flavored one, and Yamamoto was lapping up a carmel.

Unfortunately, their enjoyment of their ice cream was short lived as they were soon rudely interrupted by a assassin . That was when Bianchi had arrived, with purple things on plates and lots and lots of smoke.

The assassin hadn't even had time to say a word before he found his head flat on a acidic plate of food. While the assassin's face was melted off, Tsuna and Yamamoto was alarmed to find Gokudera vomiting his guts out upon his eyes meeting their convenient savior's face.

After lots of napkins, a garbage can, a pair of sunglasses from a 99 cent store, Gokudera had managed to tell them that Bianchi was his sister, and was trustworthy enough to be allowed to go into Headquarters. Tsuna still wasn't sure about her though, especially since she was the cause of quite a few health problems for one of his friends.

"She brings strife to our hearts, whether she wishes to or not"

And if anything his goddess was whispering in his heart true, her arrival would drive a wedge into his friends. At that reminder of his goddess's clouded message, Tsuna's grip on Reborn tightened

"Tsuna. You're choking me."

Eye's dashing down to Reborn's tiny figure in his arms, Tsuna quickly loosened his grip. "Sorry," mumbled Tsuna "Did you get a good sleep?"

"Yeah. What got you into a fix?" asked Reborn, his black eyes looking up curiously. At that, Tsuna frowned, worry shining in his eyes.

"Nothing, just something...she's trying to talk to me, I think. I can't really hear her, it's all muffled" whispered Tsuna to Reborn, wary of the other's hearing him. Reborn was the one he trusted the most in the room. He had been the way to ferry him away from his cage in all but name. He had been the one to introduce him to this era.

Though his actions were doubtful at best, and that Reborn had mostly likely just put him into another cage, he was a constant in his new life. Tsuna could understand and share with the hitman's motives, they both desired to protect the kingdom and the people in it, no matter of the corruption that no doubt rung in some of their hearts.

Yet it was also through their respective roles in the universe's strength that caused the trust in the roles. The other's wouldn't understand the pagan gods of the old, when this new era clamoured for their christian beliefs. But Reborn could.

He was one of the Arcobaleno, one of the protectors. If he and the two others were those closest to a god, then the Arcobaleno were the second closest.

Reborn's eyes narrowed, and Tsuna knew he was thinking of Yuni, who shared the duty of an arcobaleno due to the nature of the sky arcobaleno's curse along with being one of the Three Thrones of the Trinisette.

A spike of jealousy started in his heart, he didn't like having to share his rescuer and his would-be protector, if not for the Sky Vessel's intervention.

Now that he thought about it, he had never really met any of the other current vessels. The people that had been their vessels were perhaps long gone, for their descendants probably now bared their old gods. Well, for those who beared Caelus, the god of the sky at least.

He wasn't sure how Nephthys's worked, but it probably wouldn't matter. The old sea goddess had no interest in mortal affairs, she much preferred the merpeople to the landwalkers that barely involved themselves with her untamable seas.

As a result, those who were her vessels didn't have anyone to stop them from using their powers unfairly, thus were sealed a couple centuries ago after a temper tantrum of the Vessel that caused a tsunami. This Byakuran probably didn't even know who he held in his soul.

How the generations had fallen, though Tsuna bitterly. When long ago, Sepira the sky would have rather sliced opened her own wrists than risked their precious guardians the way Yuni had, intentionally or not. The times when Nephthys's Vessels has blazed with power. Smiling wistfully at the memory of his former fellow vessels, Tsuna was ignorant of Reborn's observations. After a while of staring, Reborn turned his attentions to Bianchi.

"So, Bianchi" started Reborn, effectively grabbing the attention and silence of everyone of the room, " What're you here for?"

Putting down her half finished coffee, Bianchi looked down solemnly, her face serious, "Word of the Vessel's capture has been spreaded among the noble families. My father has sent me here. He wants me to the representative of the Tempesta to the Vessel of the Earth."

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