Being in a room with so many people was like drowning. Every step he took was stepping through thick syrup. His ears rung from the sounds and a headache building in his temples made him wish to turn around and walk away. But Tsuna couldn't-not without helping the Samurai first.
There was the roaring of clashing symphony songs, of different music that meshed together in ways that music shouldn't. The images were everywhere as well. Water dripped onto the floor and blended with all manner of other liquid-blood, urine and gasoline, just waiting to be ignited. Class lines blurred as knights stood next to fishermen and seamstresses, whores next to nobles and shoemakers. Birds danced with glowing fish, finger paint figures, small children and wild monkeys.
(Tsuna supposed that this was what the other world appeared like. It was crazed and chaotic, making little sense to any who laid their eyes upon it)
Across from Tsuna a Samurai stood tall, haggard for all that he was proud. His skin was stained and covered in tiny scratches, the creature stretched lazily across his shoulders not having treated the man well at all. His armor (Samurai armor made from interlocking scales of a dragon slain by some distant knight in far off western lands, so different from the wize beasts who favored drifting about Asia) bore many scratches as well and his sword was nowhere to be seen.
It was too bad. Tsuna had liked that sword.
"You!" roared Mochida Kensuke as he pointed a Shinai at Tsuna. His eyes narrowed, mouth drawn out into a snarl that appeared pained to Tsuna. It saddened him that the fae would drive Mochida to such lows. "You scum! Finally decided to show up? Fine. Then here are the rules of the challenge: The first person to score Ippon on the other wins. The prize is Kyoko!"
A of laughter rose up all at once, silent to all ears but his.
AN: I was originally going to write Chapter 11 "Bonfires" in Tsuna's POV, but Kyoya budded in, refused, and took over the chapter. Here is what's left of the original Tsuna POV.