[EDIT: Sept 9/2018. Did a bit of rewriting. Fixed some things up.]

NOTE: The chapters become longer and longer as I go on, so... yeah. Warning~!

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WARNING: Some swearing.

"Insert Quote Forever Lost to my Idiocy."

Nana loved Tsuna. She wanted the best for him, but at the moment that was easier said than done. She could, however, give him something to love and be loved by, and so she went back to her roots and found him a kitten for his eighth birthday.

The sweet little thing often made squeaky half-meows in response to him speaking to her, and though she'd been so tiny at the time she had easily run half way up the wall in pursuit of a laser. Tsuna named it Piero, for its the clownish and playful ways. Piero was also unique in other ways. Its shiny silver coat was striped like a tigers and its ears were large and curled at the tp. It had two clever looking heterochromatic eyes, poison green for the right and the other in gold. One front paw had seven tows, and its stubby tail was the cutest thing ever.

Tsuna came to adore Piero with every fiber of his being. Looking after the once tiny cat and playing with her somehow gave him an anchor of a kind, gave him something in addition to his mama to be better for. Having Piero waiting at home for insistent and purr-filled cuddles, and finding her occasionally waiting at the gate of the school, gave Tsuna some measure of confidence. To his amusement his once little cat had grown very big, very protective, and even more intelligent in two years.

In addition to protecting him from dogs she once chased off a delinquent by mauling him. In retrospect allowing your overprotective cat to attack a known delinquent isn't smart, but Tsuna has had far too many Criminally Stupid days now and they will continue getting him when he least expects it.

This lead Tsuna to experiencing a horrible sense of dread from morning to lunch. At this point the curling and nauseating fear in his belly abruptly stopped and he felt a fierce stabbing pain in his head. His pitiful concentration worsened further as his temper inched closer to red-hot, and he quickly claimed a need to pee and fled from the school.

He followed his Bad Feeling, ignoring rising and falling nausea when it returned. As he ran through Namimori, slipping into a tumble here and there, he bumped into one particular individual and barely managed an apology as he continued running like mad.

The seal on his Sky flames came with a fail-safe in order to allow his survival in case of trouble. In a normal person it would, again and again, allow him to use a certain amount of familiar amber flames paralyzed within his Meridian System and use them when the seal determined he was in danger by his sense of adrenaline and fear. It came with a finite amount, though large, and through this the fail safe Tsuna experienced a wonderful rush smothered by the reason for it.

His eyes were bright like embers.

Rapidly rounding a corner had Tsuna slipping on something, sending him landing hard on his hands before his momentum had him slamming the side of his face into the harsh asphalt. The pain in his torn hands and left cheek was nothing to the throbbing headache he had, and despite the vicious need to keep charging forward, something inside urged him to turn and see what had tripped him.

It was a familiar brass studded collar stained with red.

For one long moment Tsuna's brain refused to comprehend what this meant, but another sharp pain between his eyes broke him of that. His face twisted, forming a snarl made frightening by the split in his lip and the fury in his eyes. Fear curdling in his belly turned into an acidic rage that had his blood boiling. He stuffed the collar into his pocket and took off. He neared an alleyway one block away and a cat's quickly silenced yowl stole his breath.

His fury spiked and flared, and to the curious (though stoic) twelve year old following him it felt like a wave of warmth which carried a breathtaking bloodlust that nearly drove him to his knees.

Tsuna moved with greater speed and rounded the alley, unaware of the wispy flame on his forehead*. He could smell blood on the air, blood and something burning. He was still moving as that awful smell hit, and in two seconds he took in six older boys and his cat. One was holding Piero and walking toward a bucket with tongues of flame flickering over the lid.

Young Tsuna thought he knew that loathing felt like. He felt it toward himself often enough, but this. This was a new level of hate. He wanted to hurt these boys. He wanted them to bleed and scream and he wanted them to stop existing.

Held limp in one hand, his precious Piero was tied up. Her beautiful silver fur was stained with blood and ruined further with open slices in her side and stomach catching the horribly bright sunshine.

Tsuna rushed forward, an animalistic screech leaving him as he launched himself at them. His target was the largest offender, and his speed left him a blur. Heedless of the knife that bastard held Tsuna slammed into him hard enough to send him flying back into the steel mesh fence ten feet back, crumpling and leaving it wrecked as he slumped.

A searing pain caught Tsuna's attention, and he looked to see the switch blade lodged deeply in his arm. Stupidly, caught him in the desire to hurt them all, he yanked out the blade and turned feral eyes on the frozen delinquents still standing around.

"Put the cat down before I kill you!" Tsuna yelled. His usually cherubic face was doing a fair imitation of a demon.

The four left standing and stunned blinked stupidly before turning from him, a little brat not reacting at all to a heavily bleeding wound, to look at their bleeding and unconcious 6'4" and 245 pound leader. The middle bastard, holding Piero, all but dropped her in his haste to flee, and they all took off. Tsuna turned and threw the knife at them, unwilling to let that go without retribution, and the blade spun through the air before embedding in a shoulder.

Tsuna turned away from the scream, ignoring all the following screams of horror and pain from a fight behind him, and practically lunged for his cat.

His perfect and amazing cat. Tied up like a pig in a growing puddle of her own blood, she twitched and breathed wetly. Tsuna, still in a rudimentary Flame Mode, reached out to fumble with the thin but sturdy rope before his fingers burned cleanly through. He'd wanted exactly that, but he wouldn't think of the responsiveness of his Flames for quite some time.

Free, Piero struggled to her feet with a painful mewl and she took two steps before he carefully scooped her up. She fell still in his arms, unconcious for sure, she couldn't be anything but. He shifted into a cross legged position and placed her in his lap before hunching over her in hopes of shielding his friend from everything bad.

As it seemed like her warmth began to fade Tsuna nearly broke, and it brought about a sharper desperation singing horribly through his blood. Wasn't there anything he could do? She was his family as much as his mama, he couldn't stand to lose her. No, he refused to entertain the horrible thought of his cat's death.

His desperate yearning firmed and he tried to will to her the same energy easing the pain of his knife wound. He would give his everything for Piero, he was certain of this, and right as he thought that he felt a strange twist behind his heart before a softer heat enveloped him from head to toe. The slow healing of his arm quickened in a heartbeat and the sting faded immediately. Tearful eyes opened and while Tsuna only then became aware of how uncomfortable it felt to lean so far over the cat in his lap, the way he shielded her from the sun allowed him to see how she was suddenly enveloped in brilliant orange-yellow flames that flickered and sparkled like sunlight off of a crystal.

What caused his heart skip was how the wounds she sustained were rapidly closing and within half a minute there was nothing but drying blood to show for her trauma. Piero twitched in his arms, opening her briefly orange eyes as the gilded flames receded into her, and when she mewled up at him with no trace of distrust or fear Tsuna briefly felt like he could do anything.

A moment of this wonderful joy passed before some capricious deity decided, no, Tsuna couldn't be allowed that happiness.

He tensed as his flames jerked inside his chest. Piero quickly left his lap, meowing in confusion. He pressed a hand to his sternum as the lovely heat of his power writhed until it hurt, and suddenly it was being pulled back into wherever the orange fire came from. This time there was no sickening sense of frozen fire inside, it was being drained away into the ice within his chest. Tsuna's eyes widened and he opened his mouth in a silent scream as terror gripped him. He was useless, an absolute waste, but if he had this amber fire, he could protect his family. He needed power.

What was happening then was the fail-safe sputtering and going wrong. If left as it was, with nothing holding the fragmenting seal, Tsuna might have lost his Sky forever. Fortunately there was still a bit of Timoteo's lingering absence even with the seal breaking - just enough for Tsuna's terror and adrenaline to allow one more burst of brilliant Sky. It wreathed him, swirling sluggishly, and seeping through his entire body in a cruelly comforting show of power.

Deep inside himself Tsuna felt what brought to mind a ripping sensation as his Sky lowered in heat, leaving him feeling weak and shivery. Then the cracked seal began to rip into him and he couldn't help screaming at the pain. Even as this continued and Tsuna slipped to the side, curling up in a tense ball, he dimply felt a growing and almost ticklish heat that rapidly spread throughout his body. To an outsiders eyes he was covered in a violently lashing cloak of green electricity.

This strange warmth began to soothe and fill in the gouges he felt bone deep, and a heavy wash of static-heat rolled through him as the last of his remaining orange fire was devoured by cracked seal to be freed later. This new energy circled the cold in his chest and settled around it. Tsuna relaxed slightly and he felt... almost safe. There was a Good Feeling about this foreign energy.

Slow footsteps started toward him and Tsuna hurried to stand, moving in a slightly drunken manner. He felt strange and shaky, especially as he was adjusting to what he hoped was an answer to his few prayers. He steadied himself on a nearby crate and rubbed his head as he turned to see who was approaching him.

Low and behold, Hibari Kyoya stood there watching in what was unmistakably a thoughtful manner. Well, it might have been thoughtful, as for all Tsuna knew he could have been planning where to hide his body.

The older boy looked Tsuna over, taking in the fur and blood on his spring-weather uniform, and the absolutely blood soaked long sleeves which had cradled the cat. Tsuna stayed still, trying not to provoke known violent tendencies of the aloof kid, and when Hibari, sans his signature wooden tonfa, reached out a hand and gripped his bloody sleeve Tsuna flinched and tried not to look guilty or run.

One should try not to run if they haven't done anything wrong, and he knew he had done nothing really bad.

Even when Hibari took a hold of the same sleeve with his other hand and easily tore the material to get a look at the raised dark scar, Tsuna simply twitched and juggled between looking at the older boys intense eyes and staring at nothing over his shoulder. Tsuna nearly swallowed his tongue when a warm hand came in contact with his arm and a calloused thumb brushed over the sensitive scar. He would have taken off running, damn the consequences of fleeing from a wolf, but Hibari trapped him in a vice grip with the same hand.

"H-Hibari-san, I'm sorry for ditching school," Tsuna said, voice rough from how harsh and loud his screaming and yelling had been. "But... my cat needed me more than I needed to be there."

Tsuna was ignored in favor of his scar being touched again. Hibari's fascination for the impossibly healed wound continued until Piero butted her head against the boy's knee and mewled up at him, prompting the animal lover to abandon Tsuna in order to scratch her chin. Tsuna didn't run chiefly because he would rather the older boy not steal his best and only friend.

"I should probably get home... before someone sends the police," said Tsuna, eyeing Hibari and his cat interacting like old pals.

Come to think it Piero often appeared near or just inside the gates, so she and the Violent One had probably met several times already.

"You were on fire."

Tsuna meeped and tried to run away because he knew that was true. Unfortunately Hibari's hand clamped down on his wrist and the boy was almost yanked into the upperclassman's side. Predictably Tsuna froze, very aware of how close he was to such a mercurial boy, and did nothing to stop Hibari from lifting up his wild bangs. He found no trace of the fire, nor the bright glow in the short brunette's eyes. He huffed and started pulling Tsuna along by the wrist and out of the alley, and straight over the twitching bodies. Tsuna made sure to step on a crotch and one face as he was forced to follow Hibari. One block away the older one stopped and leveled his ever-present frown on Dame-Tsuna.

"Y-Yes?"

"Tell me your address."

For the next fifteen surreal minutes Tsuna was escorted home by the fearsome Hibari while his freaking cat rode on the animal-whisperer's shoulder. When home came into view so did the front garden he still risked life an limb to tend, including the native Japanese roses, fragrant hyacinths among others. Hibari didn't stop there and ditch Tsuna as the boy hoped for. No, he opened the gate and marched him to his own front door like he owned all of Namimori. Fortunately Hibari had the decency to knock. And by knock it sounded more like punching and Tsuna was very surprised the door stood up to the sort of knock he imagined Hagrid would make.

Within moments his mama had opened the door with her signature 'can warm the world twice over' smile and as soon as she spotted her son covered in dirt and blood the tilt of her lips took on the Honey and Cyanide quality of a Death Promise. Or at least extreme intimidation. Morbid curiosity had Tsuna look to Hibari for his reaction and bizarrely enough there was a look of... satisfaction? Smug I-knew-I-would-be-right-ness? What the hell had Hibari expected when he brought him home? Well, if he'd expected the well disguised murderous aura of a Mother Bear maybe Hibari was having some strange thoughts about Tsuna's family...

"Hello! Come in, come in! Could you make sure my Tsu-kun sits down? I'll be right back!"

Hibari merely nodded and in moments Tsuna was forced to sit on the couch. It was hell on his self-control not fidgeting with the impossible-to-ignore presence of Hibari, but Tsuna managed it by mentally reciting his favorite songs in Italian until his mama returned. Holding a huge first aid bag shaped like a suitcase and laden with a bowl of hot water and cloths draped over her arms, Tsuna immediately jumped to his feet to help before Hibari shoved him back down and... took the first aid kit himself? What?

Nana smiled her thanks at the boy with genuine warmth and Hibari's surprise showed in the narrowing of his eyes and the slightest pinking of his cheeks. Once she sat beside her Tsu-kun and started cleaning the dirt from his face to uncover some stinging scrapes, the young Sawada pondered why he wasn't fully healed. That energy probably concentrated on what was most dire at the time, such as his arm and his cat. Hibari placed the case beside her and once more sat down, only now Tsuna could feel his sharp eyes watching every moment.

"Um... m-mama, this is Hibari Kyoya. He's, uh, he keeps the peace at school with his... his underlings!"

Nana hm'd. "That's nice, Tsu-kun. Has he helped you?"

The boy froze and slid his eyes Hibari's way. No change in usual cold expression. Eep. "...Yes. Sometimes when I'm being bothered-" Shoved around like a useless ragdoll. "He scares off the bullies because they're crowding. Hibari-san hates crowds and loud people."

Nana smiled sweetly at Hibari again. "Well, my little Tsu-kun is quiet and well behaved, I bet that's why you get along!"

Tsuna wanted to laugh but he knew it would come out pretty bitter. That or hysterical. Especially after Hibari actually responded, albeit with a soft grunt.

"When did you two meet?" His mama put bandaids on his cheek and nose and moved onto his hands. Both were scraped raw from the number of times he managed to slip and fall before finding his rhythm. Tsuna mumbled unintelligibly and his mother went on. "I believe you are Tsu-kun's only friend, Hibari-san, so please take care of him."

Tsuna flinched at the mackerel-to-the-face bluntness of that and played it off as pain from his hand. Great. Good going mamma, if there's a real bullying bone in his guy's body then you're going to be burying me within the month!

"... Mine."

Tsuna and Nana turned to stare at him. What?

"Huh?" Tsuna eloquently said.

Hibari gave him a very pointed and 'don't be stupid' look. "You, Momonga, are mine."

Tsuna felt like his head would go boom from how hard he was trying to figure out why the hell he would call him a flying squirrel of all things. The gently prickling energy from earlier washed through Tsuna's body right then and settled in his head, and suddenly everything was clearer.

He could actually think a bit like before he was sabotaged! Tsuna nearly cried from happiness before he was pretty much hit in the face with a memory of a younger Hibari. Tsuna was at the park with his mama gossiping with other mothers, and left to his own devices Tsuna took to the trees like the forest critter he sometimes dreamed of becoming. Hibari had been napping in a big, old oak tree. Tsuna nearly landed right on younger Hibari as he leapt from the neighboring maple. Hibari opened his eyes and glared Death at Tsuna before saying what had haunted the boys dreams for weeks after that: "Run". The next hour was filled with Hibari channeling his inner ninja the same as Tsuna and, well, there came a the painful whack to the head when he was caught. Tsuna must have blocked the minor trauma.

As he expected of his mama, she merely laughed this off whereas he felt a distinct foreboding. What on earth could Hibari mean by his? Property? His punching bag? Awesome. Enough unpleasant scenarios crossed his mind long enough for his mama to finish patching him up with her infinite patience.

"There we go, Tsu-kun! Go show your friend the door, please, and I'll start making the gyūdon with extra beef~! Though he can stay over for dinner tomorrow if he'd like!"

Tsuna gave his mama a hug and shuffled out of the room to wait. He did not feel that rushing the infamous Hibari would be at all of an good idea. When the 'peace keeper' appeared while he wasn't looking and startled him he felt like some random kami was trying to mess with him. As soon as Hibari pulled his first shoe on Tsuna had the door open, and they left together. On the porch Tsuna mustered up his courage, told himself that he's only half as No-Good as everyone says (not that he believed this) and cleared his throat.

"Hibari-san, wh-why do you say I'm yours?"

"Because." There was this look on his face that said it should be clear why.

Tsuna paled at both his sudden bout of fear and that outrageous lack of logic before he told himself to ignore it. "Thank you for beating those other bastards. And for taking care of Piero when I'm not there."

Hibari raised an eyebrow and Tsuna flushed nervously. "Sh-she wouldn't trust you unless there's previous history between you two."

With that Hibari grunted and headed off. Piero greeted him from her perch on the gate and, to Tsuna's surprise, she did the affectionate headbutt to his cheek and Hibari reciprocated with a minute long petting.

Poor Tsuna wanted the Twilight Zone to go away and never come back.

OMAKE

Brought to you by a talk between a friend.

Young Hibari Kyoya would say he did not have a father and that the man was dead. In all actuality the moron had been weak and unable to take living with his fierce mother who, though largely unable to leave home due to psychological issues, was still a force of nature to be reckoned with.

Strength, or people's "fangs", came in many forms, some had theirs hidden very well, others were all fangs and claws in the form of weapons like himself, and his mother? She had both as well, only her claws could easily slice through a man like butter if she so felt like it. Young Kyoya knew this for certain because he had seen his mother training in the basement often enough, and he usually trained with her too. If she could slice through the steel armor of a dummy with purple lined knives, she could easily take apart his father.

Now and again Kyoya found himself wanting to see that, especially when he dreamed of the very last confrontation between his mother and the spineless thing.

Though only twelve Kyoya was a very intelligent boy, leagues ahead of his other peers for a reason his mother hadn't yet discussed with him but was very proud of. He was sharp of mind and understood much of the world, especially the pitiful human race and its faults. He also knew his behavior wasn't always socially acceptable, but he would be himself and nothing else unless he felt it worth 'trying something new' as his mother put stepping out of his usual manner.

An example of his intelligence was how even at the age of seven he could tell that the Worm which helped create him had been cheating on his mother with a vastly inferior female, one who wore disgustingly sweet perfume and favored red lipstick.

From the fights Kyoya listened in on with a roll of his eyes in disgust at his progenitor, he learned that the Worm wasn't man enough to cope with his mothers difficulty with leaving the Hibari compound and therefore often berated her for being "weak" and "useless" since it happened a few years ago.

One of the Worm's favorite lines to spit was 'you aren't a good mother', which is laughable given how ironic that is. His 'father' was the one who couldn't understand him.

Any amusement toward the worthless Worm crumbled on that last evening. This was when he heard the Worm threaten to take him away from his fierce mother. Kyoya had only resisted the urge to invade Hibari Mitsuko's personal fight and break all the Worm's bones through considerable force of will. Instead he'd sneaked closer in order to peer into the kitchen.

This would be the first time Kyoya witnessed his mother's normally unflappable calm and aloof manner break and her rage was palpable, pressing into every corner of the room and making little Kyoya smile.

"You are a pitiful, unfaithful waste of air and life, and you say I'm the unworthy parent. I have raised him, and I love him with all of my heart. I have given him the love YOU should have. Why would you try and take him from the only one who understands him? Your lack of common sense astounds me." She scoffed, rolling her purple filled eyes as she leaned on the counter. She, who he inherited all his looks from, had a truly frightening expression even for a former assassin. "I am aware of my faults, you worthless bug, and you should have been smart enough to make a clean break while you could. Now get out before I do something you might not survive long enough to regret."

Having his intelligence all come from his mother, little Kyoya had smirked and watched with unholy glee as his father advanced threateningly, only for the parasite to yelp and back peddle when his mother pulled out a large knife from the wooden block beside her. With the tables completely turned she had him so frightened he pressed to the far opposite wall even while she made no attempt to approach.

"Never threaten a cook in their kitchen, or are you really so stupid as to assume I won't stab you? Old habits die hard, and grudges tend to be forever in the Hibari family unless we really tolerate someone. I will have you know that I have written about scenes like this where the death is agonizing because the stomach acids eat at the wound. Leave before I reenact this and have my family dispose of your cooling corpse."

When the Worm hadn't so much as twitched to leave his mother threw the large chef knife and sank it up to the hilt in the wall beside his head. He ran screaming. As soon as he was gone Kyoya left his hiding place and walked toward where his mother stood shaking and stroking another knife. He cleared his throat and she jumped slightly before smiling lovingly at her child.

"I'm sorry you heard that silly fight, Kyoya, but it was long in coming. He thought he could love me but he wasn't strong enough for either of us." She dropped the blade on the counter and knelt to hug her son closely and stroke his downy soft hair. He hugged back and laid his head on her chest, listening to her fast and strong heartbeat. "I suspect he will still try to take you from me, but don't worry. He can try but I will make sure that all he gets is a lifetime of living on the streets if he dares."

Seven year old Kyoya pulled back and the smirk on his face almost counted as a smile. "Mother, you're too good for him. Herbivores cannot hope to keep up with our kind, you don't need that thing."

Mitsuko had laughed and kissed her boy on the forehead. "Right you are, my sweet Mozu-kun."

Aged twelve and even stronger and smarter than he had been back then, young Kyoya knew power, especially when he could practically taste it in the air.

He was patrolling the rougher neighborhoods of Namimori because he had gotten his school work for the next month done and handed in, so he was there when a tiny scrap of a kid barreled into him and blurted out a distracted apology. That alone would not have caught Kyoya's attention. It was the orange light in large doe-eyes and the strange presence thick around the child that drew him into following out of curiosity.

Curiosity was stoked into a mild obsession when that same feeling tripled and rolled over him suffused with a rage that tasted of blood and bone. Impressive murderous intent aside, the feeling of being drawn in was not unfamiliar. He had felt it once before in a park where he... Yes, where he chased this same boy, who he had thought of as the flying squirrel, or Momonga.

Little Kyoya followed at a run and stopped short of the alleyway he saw Momonga run into with a war scream. He looked in just in time to see Momonga body-check a massive delinquent and send him flying like he was made of foam and rubber. He continued watching and felt honest interest stir in him when the smaller child ripped out a fair sized knife from his own shoulder without a wince of pain and declared his intention to commit homicide because of a cat held by one of them. They fled, being too rough on the bloodied cat, and Momonga went and tossed the knife with admirable accuracy. It sank into one of the herbivore's shoulders.

It was simply not their day. The group of five ugly rats ran right into his claws as he stepped out before them and stared with his stoic expression in place. They stopped short and dismissed him in one breath, making to run around him but young Kyoya was already a monster at this age. His strikes were vicious and precise thanks to countless hours under his mothers tutelage and they fell like dominoes.

Kyoya turned toward the boy and watched him with fascination only his mother and few others would be able to tell he felt. Fluffy Momonga was hunched over his cat and something hidden by his back was glowing. Seconds later the kid was enveloped in a flare of pale orange flames that, from Kyoya's distance, felt warm and invigorating, and a minute later the strange fire was gone and cat was out of its human's lap with a plaintive meow.

Mystery Momonga jerked as though punched in the chest seconds prior to another burst of deeper, clearer orange fire. This began to fade again too, shivering erratically, and once it was out of sight the boy was covered in green electricity that faded relatively fast.

This bore study, especially if the strange animal was only going to grow stronger.

With his usual blunt way and forcefulness Kyoya escorted his new fascination home and met with a woman who looked remarkably like Momonga. Her warm smile, quite like his mother's on a good day, morphed into one with hidden fangs dripping with venom when she took in the state of her child. It seemed like there was a family of disguised carnivores living in Namimori. Both only revealed their fangs when in a protective mood, much like his mother when, again, on good days. Bad days left the training half of the compound in need of total repair.

Hearing that the fanged Momonga was unattached and without herbivores to be bogged down by, Kyoya decided to claim him so he could show him how a carnivore does things.

Not that 'teaching him a carnivore's ways' did a thing since the boy was stubborn to a fault when it came to hitting back.

Right now, as I'm editing, it is [November 9th, 2016]. Some points I would like to address.

One: Hibari is Flame Active before everyone else. Cloud multiplies, propogating perhaps even things like the force one hits with, or the strength a body possesses. I also gleamed ideas from Skull and I drew from the little that is known of Cloud Flames. ANYWAY, the point is as a Flame Active Hibari would have no problem at all with feeling Sky Presence, and Sky Presence infused with powerful emotion is no small thing. Those who can feel it feel it strongly, though not all to the same degree. Hibari's Cloud briefly Harmonized with Tsuna's Sky, enough to draw attention and intrigue him. He wants to see where Tsuna goes from there and becomes possessive and territorial, but not to an extreme way. As a Cloud I figure Hibari values freedom to move. He won't intentionally "cage" Tsuna.

Two: Damage done in HDW mode was lessened with the Sun-Resonating Sky healing him and Piero, though I'm sure a great deal of smart cookies figured that anyway.

Three: THE FAIL-SAFE. It's an old Sealing technique passed down in the Vongola from Boss to Boss. All Flame types can be sealed, but some are far more affected than others for reasons as one can imagine. Tsuna's changing the "type" of his Sky forced a bad chink into the Seal and could have made him lose his Sky. Fortunately the Lightning stabilized it.