A/N: Thanks to the reviewer who pointed out that I had Terasu saying Thursday!
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It was shortly after the final curtain call for their production of The King and I, and Terasu had just parted from the others so that she could change.
She had only been in her dressing room long enough to start gathering the normal clothes that she had selected for their pre-planned celebration dinner- an outfit that Mama had gotten her for her eighth birthday, which had been just a few weeks prior, along with some amazing shoes that 'Kuran-kun had gifted her at the same time- when the door burst open unceremoniously. A man- or teenager in their late teens- with red sunglasses and a rather unique sense of style strolled inside, followed by a teen whose fringe completely obscured his eyes, and a floating baby, of all things.
"Darling~!" The uniquely-styled man sang as he flounced closer and one of them shut the door behind them. "Your costumes were simply divine~! Who designed them?"
Terasu, having been friends with Byakuran Gesso for nearly a year by this point, simply ignored the oddities and replied gamely. "My friends and I designed them, but the family who owns a kimono shop did all the stitching and gave us a few fabric recommendations."
"Well, kudos to you and your friends, not to mention the ones who did the needlework!" The man all but cooed as he circled Terasu and ran a critical gaze over her outfit. "Because this work is flawless! The stitching is amazing!"
"Thank you." Terasu said politely letting the man fiddle with the hem of her costume. "May I ask what your name is so I might tell them who appreciated their hard work?"
Than man smiled sunnily at her and rested his hands on his hips. "Aren't you a little gem? I'm Lussuria-" He pointed to the blonde teen, "-that is Prince Bel-" He pointed to the baby, who was being held by the teen, who had taken a seat on the couch. "-and that is Mammon, sweetheart."
"It's very nice to meet you." She told them with a bright smile and slight bow in each of their directions, falling into a deeper one for Prince Bel. "I'm Sawada Terasu."
The blonde teen- Bel- suddenly cackled with delight. "Ushishishi . See, Mammy? I told you she was a little Queen!"
"Hmph. Indeed."
"Well, darling you must be exhausted, but do tell me the name of the shop that did the needlework." Lussuria said. "Oooh! And let me give you my card! I want to know when you start planning your next play so I can help with the costumes~!"
Terasu didn't need her Intuition to know this man was dangerous when crossed, but she wasn't sensing that he was immediate threat. He seemed to have a sense of style, as well. "Let me give you my contact information as well." She replied regally grabbing a pen and a piece of paper from the desk.
A few moments later the information had been exchanged and Lussuria air-kissed her cheek before bouncing back out of the door. "Ta, lovely~!"
Well, that was certainly an experience. Terasu thought wryly as the door shut behind her visitors.
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Byakuran had gotten a disturbingly interested look on his face when Terasu had told her friends, (and brother), about her strange dressing-room crashers.
"Lussuria, you say?" Byakuran said with an increasingly unsettling grin on his face as Terasu finished her story and handed him Lussuria's card. "How curious."
Shōichi clutched at his stomach and Tsuna let out a pained moan.
Terasu began to wonder if she'd somehow catalyzed the apocalypse.
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Their summer performance of The King and I had garnered them a fair bit of attention from the citizens of Namimori, but they were far from being actual celebrities. They would get recognized occasionally, but it was mostly Terasu that people wanted to speak with or compliment, which was fine with the boys.
Byakuran had found out from his mother that he would soon be going to Italy- after the school year finished- to learn how to run his father's businesses and that had put the Gesso Heir in a foul mood. Shōichi didn't really like to make conversation with people he didn't know, and Tsuna was far more likely to talk about Terasu than himself.
So, poor Terasu was usually used as a decoy by the others.
She silently swore vengeance. On all of them.
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Tsuna and Terasu were walking down a quiet side street, leisurely making their way home from school on a beautiful October afternoon. The trees were starting to turn colors and the wind held the barest traces of the approaching winter's cold, but it was still fairly warm outside, seeing as how Tsuna's ninth birthday was a little over a week ago and it usually didn't start to turn cold, cold until at least a few weeks after Byakuran's birthday.
With Tsuna and herself being third-year elementary students, they were enjoying their last year without afternoon classes. In their school, years one through three had only morning classes, while years four through six held classes until about three-thirty in the afternoon. Of course, the Sawada siblings weren't spending their afternoons idly, and this was the only day in their week that didn't have an extracurricular activity.
Between their dance classes and their music classes, they only had Tuesdays- which was what today was- entirely free after school. Usually the Sawada siblings would head over to Shōichi's house- which was the mid-way point between their schools- to wait for Byakuran and Shōichi to get out of school, so they could do their homework together and then goof off the rest of the evening- that is to say, they'd experiment with their Flames all evening.
However, Shōichi and Byakuran went to a very elite school and the academic program was far more rigorous than most elementary schools. While they were only two years older than Tsuna, with Shōichi's birthday being the third of December, and Byakuran's being the twenty-eighth of October, (exactly two weeks after Tsuna's birthday), due to their intelligence, both boys were in their last year of elementary school.
The exams they would take in March would determine what middle school they could apply for- even though Byakuran was moving to Italy and would have to take the Italian placement tests, his parents still expected him to do well in his exams-and Shōichi's parents expected him to attend Yumei Private Middle School, which had some of the harshest acceptance criteria in their prefecture.
Terasu hopped up on the guard rail and shifted her messenger bag slightly to compensate for its weight as she began to carefully place one foot in front of the other in a rather delicate balancing act. "Did you get a hold of the others?" She asked her brother curiously.
Tsuna, who had absently held out a hand for Terasu to use to steady herself, nodded. "Yep!" He told her cheerfully, "They said that their prep class was going to last until five, and that they were crashing at 'Kuran's house. Shō-kun said that we could come, but that their mid-terms are next week and they would be studying all evening."
"That sucks." Terasu commented sourly as she made her way along the railing. "We should probably just let them study tonight and see them tomorrow in our lessons." She added a few moments later, pouting briefly at their 'unstructured fun time' being interrupted.
Tsuna grinned up at her and opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off by a childish voice full of scorn. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Tsuna and Terasu's heads both snapped up in surprise, and they inwardly groaned at the sight of the semi-circle of people that had formed around them.
The railing that Terasu was walking along had transitioned to being the railing of a bridge, which meant that the eight people who had cornered them were blocking the other three directions. There were two girls in the group, but the three 'core members' of the entourage were the three students that had tried to bully Tsuna on Terasu's first day of school, and had been a persistent thorn in the Sawada sibling's sides ever since.
"What do you morons want?" Terasu asked in an insincerely polite voice as she hopped down off of the railing to flank Tsuna.
Idiot Boy Number One sneered at her, "You think you're something special, don't you?"
Idiot Girl Number One chimed in and cut the boy off. "Yeah, just because you wore some pretty clothes and put some makeup on doesn't make you a lady."
Terasu blinked slowly and tried to process that mangled sentence. Tsuna's face scrunched up in incomprehension. "Huh?" He said, giving the girl a weird look.
Idiot Girl Number Two huffed and tossed her dark hair over her should imperiously. "What Ami means, Dame-Tsuna, is it's a good thing that your sister knows how to dress up and pretend to be a lady."
Idiot Boy Number Three broke in. "Because she'll need to know how to pretend so she can continue the family tradition."
Terasu's insides went cold and Tsuna's muscles began to stiffen under the calming hand she'd laid on his arm.
"Yeah." Idiot Boy Number Four broke in with a malicious smile. "After all the women of your family are known for their skills in marrying rich gaijin."
"It's all they're good for." Idiot Number Three continued nastily. "Being trophies for outsiders-"
Tsuna moved and Terasu was only a heartbeat behind. "Shut up!" Tsuna roared, tears pricking his eyes. "Shut up! Mama and Tera-chan aren't trophies!"
Terasu and Tsuna fought fiercely, but it was hard because it was two against eight, and both Sawada siblings were afraid of accidentally killing their stupid, but young opponents.
The Sawada siblings were a bit worse for the wear- Terasu had taken a kick to the abdomen and Tsuna was sporting a busted lip and swelling eye- when a rather aristocratic voice broke through the melee.
"Ushishishi, it looks as if some ignorant peasants have dared to harm the Prince's adorable Little Queen."
The next thing Terasu and Tsuna knew the bullies were rapidly evacuating the area, with shallow but precise cuts which were bleeding rather freely.
"Hmph." The blonde teen with the strange tiara in his hair sniffed disdainfully as he expertly stowed his deceptively delicate-looking knives with a flourish. "Worthless. The Prince despises worthless peasants."
The blonde's hair covered his eyes and his upper cheekbones, but Terasu could very nearly feel the weight of the gaze it obscured from the world. "T-thank you, uhm, Prince Bel?" She finished off rather uncertainly, a nervous smile playing about her lips.
The Prince's smile widened, and somehow the gesture made him look less-insane-and-bloodthirsty as opposed to more-insane-and-bloodthirsty. "Ushishishi, the Prince is pleased." A pale hand was extended towards the female Sawada, which she accepted easily.
"Thank you." She said with a polite little curtsy, (she felt that the blonde would appreciate the gesture more than a bow), and turned around to assist her brother.
"Thank you." Tsuna mumbled, bowing a bit. His 'danger' senses were going haywire and it was distracting him.
"Would you like to accompany us home, Prince Bel?" Terasu asked politely. "I'm sure that Mama would like to extend her thanks as well. It's Tuseday, so she most likely has her amazing dango ready for us at home."
"Hmph. The Prince will join you, Little Queen, peasant."
Terasu beamed a little and bounced over to the blonde. "Tsuna's my brother; shouldn't he be royal as well?"
Bel ensured that Terasu's dainty hand was tucked securely into the crook of his elbow before he allowed her to lead them towards her home. "Hardly. The Little Queen is a Little Queen because she is destined to marry a King. The fluffy peasant will always be a fluffy peasant."
Tsuna coked on air behind them, but Terasu laughed brightly and threw her brother a cheeky grin. "You heard the Prince, Tsuna-nii! I'm a Queen!" She turned her amused gaze towards the blonde. "Ano, Prince Bel, I think that Tsu-nii is more like the dragon that guards the Princess than a peasant."
The blonde canted his head to the side for a long moment and seemed to glance back towards the flailing, red-faced Tsuna. "Hmm. The Prince supposes-" The blonde began at length, smoothly switching sides with Terasu when they turned a corner and she ended up nearest to the road. "-that the fluff peasant could serve as the Little Queen's dragon."
Tsuna sighed in relief and Terasu giggled.
"-so long as the Fluffy Dragon survives the Princes' Royal Tutoring." The blonde finished in a self-satisfied voice. "After all, only a Prince such as I could teach the fluffy peasant how to properly guard the Little Queen."
Tsuna squeaked in horror when Terasu just gave her brother a beatific grin and nodded along. "I agree." She chirped sweetly.
Tera-chan has spent far too much time around 'Kuran-kun. Tsuna thought in horror, as the emphatic feeling of impending doom began to creep up his spine.
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Sawada Nana hummed cheerfully as she flitted around her kitchen, Tera-chan weaving around her mother with the ease of long practice. Nana took a moment to run gentle fingers through her daughter's hair and press a warm kiss to her brow before moving over to the cutting board to chop up more vegetables.
The house rattled for a brief moment, causing both Sawada women to blink up at the flickering lights owlishly for a moment before they shared bright grins and continued their dinner preparations.
Outside, Tsuna quickly extricated himself from the Tsuna-shaped hole in the backyard and quickly dived out of the way of the Crazy Princes' knives.
"Maa, Tsu-chan." A very annoying voice called out from the general direction of the back deck. "You need to move a bit faster."
Shōichi whimpered. Tsuna firmly felt that he and the red-head were the only sane people they knew.
"Ushishishi, don't allow your attention to waver, fluffy peasant." The blonde psycho with the zillion knives chided Tsuna in an unfairly creepy voice.
Tsuna yelped and hit the ground in a roll and silently told himself that if he could survive the psycho blonde's training, than Tsuna would be able to keep Tera-chan and Mama safe. The brunet placed a hand on the ground and planted his body in a prone position, brown eyes flashing orange as resolve swirled through him and he launched his first counter-attack of the session.
For Tera-chan and Mama. He thought viciously as he dodged a new volley of knives, slithered around the wire trap that had been attached to them, and threw a punch towards the blonde psycho's face.
The blonde's smile widened and something like triumphant satisfaction seemed to thrum through him. "About time, Fluffy Dragon." The blonde told the brunette, evading Tsuna's punch easily and tossing more knives his way. "Now we can actually begin."
Tsuna's resolve only seemed to flare hotter. "Bring it." He challenged brashly.
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Time slipped by, (sometimes a little faster for poor Tsuna who randomly woke up to his blonde 'mentor' launching 'surprise attacks'), and Christmas flew by with boxed presents and a phone call from their distant father.
By the time Nana came out of her post-call crash it was nearly spring and Tsuna had 'officially' graduated from fluffy peasant to Fluffy Dragon.
Apparently a Fluffy Dragon was a dragon that seemed harmless until one ventured too close to the dragon's treasure- which was Terasu, much to her and Mama's amusement- at which point the dragon turned into a fifty-feet tall, fire-breathing, teeth-baring menace. Prince Bel had gifted Tsuna with a set of dragon-patterned knives for the occasion. Mama had cooed and taken pictures and Terasu had hugged both the blonde and her somewhat horrified- but visibly pleased- brother.
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Terasu hugged Byakuran tightly. "I'll miss you, 'Kuran-kun." She said wetly as she stepped back and rapidly blinked her shimmering eyes. "You won't forget about us, right?"
Byakuran scoffed lightly and pulled her into another hug. "Hardly." He muttered into her hair. "Besides, I will be back for High School, and by then I will have some control of my parents' assets. We will buy that horrid Kokuyo Land place and turn it into our own, personal playground, yes?"
Terasu smiled brightly at Byakuran, trying her best to push down her tears as she nodded in agreement. "Right! Tsu-nii, Shō-kun, and I will start designing and planning what we need to do to make it awesome."
"Good." Byakuran said, stepping back a bit and giving her a critical once-over. "I expect you to keep those two alive and interesting until I can come back and hear all the entertaining stories of your adventures."
"You've got it!" She promised eagerly, ignoring Shōichi's groan and Tsuna's whimper with the ease of long practice.
Byakuran lightly ruffled Terasu's hair and handed her off to her brother. "Well, then, I'm off." He told his friends with a cheeky grin. "Until next time!"
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With Tsuna and Terasu's induction to their fourth year of Elementary, some of their activities had to be cut due to them having afternoon classes.
Since Prince Bel gave the two spontaneous etiquette lessons whenever he showed up- he was usually around for several days at a time- they dropped Formal Dance. Folk Dance was where Terasu's heart was, and Prince Bel approved of her being able to use her dance items as weapons if the need arose, so they also dropped Modern Dance. Their music classes only took up two afternoons, so, even with them dropping two dance disciplines, that left them with a bit too much free time- as Shōichi would be going to Yumei Private Middle School and have very little free time as well, and Byakuran was in Italy- so they were considering their other options.
"Some of these activities look fun, but they separate the girls and the boys." Tsuna complained from his place, sprawled out on Terasu's bed, his sister beside him as they flicked through the activities catalogue.
"I know!" Terasu whined, propping her chin up on her fists as her brother turned the pages. "Does anything look really interesting to you, though, Tsu-nii?" She queried as her brother flicked past the basketball sections.
"Well." Tsuna halted, and the hesitation caught Terasu's attention.
"Well what?" Terasu asked curiously.
"Well." Tsuna's face heated up slightly and he ducked his head a bit but continued. "Well, I was thinking that we could take a drawing class?" Terasu quirked an eyebrow as Tsuna hurried to continue. "SothatwecanplanoutKokuyoLandbetterforwhen'Kran-kuncomesback." He finished in one breath.
Terasu flopped onto her brother, ignoring his flailing and offended squawk as she ran the idea through her mind. "Hmm, I can't draw stick people." She mused aloud, wiggling around to make herself comfortable and ignoring Tsuna's protests. "But I think that you could be really good at drawing." She rolled off of Tsuna and back onto her stomach. "I think you should go for it." She told him sincerely. "I think you'd really like art."
"But we wouldn't be together." Tsuna protested with an adorable- in Terasu's humble opinion- pout as he looked over at his sister.
"Well, but I think that you'd be good at drawing." Terasu explained, gently poking her brother in the center of the forehead and quickly soothing the irritation with a gentle kiss to his furrowed brow. "I can still give opinions, though. I'm a bit more active, I think that it you take the art activities, I'll join the Tennis Club. They fill the same time slots, and then we could still take our dance and music classes."
"Are you sure?" Tsuna asked her worriedly, brown eyes searching her face intently for any sign of dismay or being upset.
Terasu ruffled her brother's soft hair gently. "I'm sure, sure, Tsu-nii."
Tsuna's face slowly broke out into a brilliant, breathtaking smile. "I think I'll take the art classes, then." He mumbled, his face warming as a heated flush crept up his neck and cheeks. He peeked at his sister quickly before nearly burrowing his flushed face into the magazine. "You really think that I'd be good at it?" He asked her quietly.
"I think that you'll enjoy it." Terasu informed him loyally, poking him in the side until he squeaked and looked up at her. "And with practice you'll be great. It'll give you something entirely your own to do, too. I think that will help you, Fluffy Dragon." Terasu's grin turned mischievous and Tsuna groaned in dismay even as his sister's mouth opened. "You'll have to make that your goal: to draw Tsuna-the-Fluffy-Dragon guarding Terasu-the-Little-Queen."
Tsuna groaned- loudly- and Terasu fell off the bed, so distracted as she was by her giggles.
Nana peeked in a few moments later and saw Terasu giggling hopelessly on the floor and Tsuna burrowing his face into a magazine and giggled to herself, laundry basket propped firmly under her arm. "Ara, Tera-chan, why does Tsu-kun look like he's trying to meld with the magazine?"
Terasu stopped giggling like an idiot and propped herself up onto her elbows. "Tsu-nii is going to be an artist, Mama!" She belted out cheerily.
Tsuna groaned as his face heated up even more as his sister's declaration caused their mother to chatter excitedly and scurry off as she called over her shoulder that she would make Tsuna's favorite dinner in celebration.
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April came, and that meant that Elementary year four started for Tsuna and Terasu, both of whom formed a deep appreciation for the amazingness that was the 'Conference Call', which allowed them to speak with both Byakuran and Shōichi.
Tsuna was having fun in his art class- which was sort of a beginner sampler to different kinds of art- and Terasu was enjoying the art of learning how to hit a fuzzy yellow ball in a somewhat consistent manner.
Well, not fun necessarily, but it was challenging. Tsuna spent many afternoons sketching while Terasu cursed prolifically as she tried to consistently hit the exact same spot on the wall she was using to practice her aim. The wall was part of a retaining wall of the local park, which had a few trees that were large enough to provide Tsuna with a decent amount of shade while he sketched.
Nana had cheerfully gotten Tsuna art supplies without needing to be asked, so Tsuna had more than enough things to keep him occupied during the long afternoons. Paper of varying textures and thicknesses- all acid free to avoid yellowing over time- colored (graphite) pencils, charcoal sticks and pencils, conté sticks and pencils, basic drawing pencils, an array of erasers, some felt tips pens, and some blending stumps. All of the materials could be neatly stored in the smart black messenger-bag style case that Nana had gotten.
So, between his art case and normal backpack, Terasu's normal backpack, her dance equipment that was in another small sports bag, and her tennis bag they had plenty of things to cart to and from school every day.
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It had surprised both Terasu and Tsuna when their dance teacher had informed them that they were still performing a play that summer- well, surprised them that their dance teacher had once again been persuaded to assist in their summer production.
Byakuran had laughed at them on the phone that night. (Italy was seven hours behind Japan, so five in the evening for them was ten in the morning for him.) "Of course." He had informed them cheerfully over Shōichi's moans and Tsuna's groans. "I couldn't very well allow our lovely Little Queen to deprive her audience of her loveliness~!"
Terasu had laughed- she really had not expected Byakuran to do anything less than mastermind another play even when he was half-way across the world- and asked which play they were performing.
"Turandot, the First Act." Byakuran informed them glibly. "It is set in China, so many of the costumes we used in the King and I will be able to be reprised."
"Isn't that an opera?" Shōichi had asked somewhat warily, and Terasu could nearly feel him nervously adjusting his glasses.
"It is." Byakuran had informed them, nearly infuriatingly cheery in contrast to Tsuna's flailing and Shōichi's groans of apprehension. "They have reprised the score, and made the play more narrative than first-person in deference to the ages of the actors, but I believe that it will be even more successful than the King and I was last summer."
And that had been that, the next thing the teens knew they were up to their ears in rehearsals, set designs, and costume designs. Rehearsals were held at Terasu and Tsuna's dance studio while the set designs and costume designs were being partially handed by Yumei Private Middle School's drama and engineering departments.
During one of the days when Terasu and Tsuna were looking over pictures of their available costumes and the sketches- from the drama department at Yumei- of the costumes they needed that the blonde Prince made a renewed appearance.
"Oh?" The Prince said from his position behind Terasu's shoulder, causing the Sawada sister to grin in startled welcome and Tsuna to squeak in alarm. "The Prince approves." He had stated in a pleased, satisfied voice. "The Prince shall return shortly."
'Shortly' ended up being two days later with the rather muscular multi-hair-colored man who had introduced himself as Lussuria. "Darling~!" The man had greeted the newly returned home twins exuberantly, rising smoothly from his place at the Sawada kitchen table to flounce over towards the bemused Terasu and not-so-subtly panicking Tsuna. "I'm so excited~! Come~" The man said, taking Terasu by the arm and waving cheerily at Nana, (and ignoring Tsuna), "Let us look over the designs!"
"Ushishishi." The blonde Prince said, melting out from the shadows and nearly giving the still-panicking Tsuna a heart attack. "It seems the Fluffy Dragon has gotten rusty. The Prince shall remedy this."
Nana had merely peeked around the doorway of the kitchen when she heard her son yelp in alarm. "Will you be staying for supper, Bel-kun?"
"Yes, Mama." The blonde psycho replied with a wide smile. "Lussuria as well."
"Oh, good!" Nana replied happily with a beaming smile directed at the blonde who had knives twirling around his fingers. "I'll make my famous tempura!"
"It sounds lovely, Mama." The blonde Prince replied before refocusing on Tsuna- who was directing a very betrayed look towards his mother.
"How can you be so nice to my mother and sister when you are so mean to me!?" Tsuna asked once they had made it to the backyard.
Prince Bel did not even pause in his assault when he answered. "Because you are the man of this household, Fluffy Dragon." The blonde's voice had been rather somber, which caught Tsuna's attention, even as he continued to dodge knives and wire traps. "Your father might have your best interests at heart, but he is not here." The blonde spun and snagged his wires, causing the trap Tsuna had just avoided to inverse and catch his ankle, which caused Tsuna to yelp and hastily dodge out of the way of the three knives that came hurtling towards him from the back. "When an enemy comes to call, you will be the only defense that your mother and sister have."
Tsuna grimaced and nimbly hopped over some wires and executed a strange flip that was anything but graceful but allowed him to avoid the next trap. "You-" Tsuna panted as he rolled back up to his feet and swiped the sweat out of his eyes. "-you think it will come to that?"
Prince Bel twirled his knives and deftly pulled them back to his person as he readied himself for another round. "You know that I cannot tell you how I know your father." He told the brunette seriously. "It is against the laws. However I will tell you that there is unrest and the company your father works for is much too small to provide your mother and sister with any decent sort of protection." Bel's gaze was a heavy thing even without being able to see his eyes. "The anonymity is the greatest level of protection your family has, and once that is breeched there are only a few other fail-safes in place."
Bel tossed a new volley of knives towards the grimacing brunet. "In that case you are all that will stand between your family and destruction. The Little Queen can fight, but she should not have to and your mother is far too kind and hospitable to recognize a true threat."
Tsuna frowned heavily as he jumped to the side and rolled, springing back up to his feet quickly and sidestepping deftly before he wove back towards Bel's standing form. "Then I'll fight. For Mama, for Tera-chan." He said earnestly. "I won't-" A wire clipped him and he ducked and rolled. "-I won't give up. I won't quit." Orange flared behind Tsuna's eyes and the boy brought his fists up in defiance. "I won't let anyone hurt my family."
This time when the wire trap came around, Tsuna's Flames flickered around his fingers as he used his Harmony factor to break the bonds that held the wires together.
Grim satisfaction twined through the Varia Storm Captain as he twisted away from Tsuna's punch and tripped the kid before he could correct himself. Let's hope that the Varia can keep you and your family out of the line of fire for a while yet, kid. Bel thought darkly as he stowed his weapons, turning to head back to the house as Nana called out that supper was ready. But as things are, I'm not going to be around much in the next few years and you're going to have to take care of the threats that slip through your father's net.
From his place on the ground, his face pressed up against the grass, Tsuna swore an oath. I don't really like fighting, and I certainly don't like to hurt people. But if someone comes after Mama or Tera-chan- like those guys came after Shōichi to get to his dad- I won't show them any mercy.
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