Fran's grandmother was an actual, genuine psychic and anyone who believed otherwise could go and fuck themselves. With her dry wit and sharp mind, she made the perfect guardian for the little Mist, with his partial eidetic memory. Her potent Mist flames, small in quantity but amazing in quality, were just the cherry on the top. Fran idolised the woman.
But for all the sharpness of her mind, the fact still remained that the old woman was just that, an old woman. So when the knife waving lackeys of the Estraneo family, having sensed the pure flames and of the belief that the younger their subjects, the better, showed their ugly faces on her property, she could not do much more than make some humanoid-vegetables and watch her precious grandson be taken away by the cursing Mafioso ('Who the fuck said that the old bat was senile?! She's fucking terrifying').
She had failed her son and daughter-in-law. She'd failed herself. She'd failed Fran.
It took a long time for her son and daughter-in-law to respond to her summons, busy as they were with their missions, and even longer for them to crack open the minds of the bastards who had been left behind by their Family when it became clear that they were no longer anything but sacks of drool and flesh. The information they received made their hearts sink.
A branch in Florence...the only known Estraneo branch in that area had been destroyed some time back by the Reaper himself. There were...rumours of the Reaper's fury in that particular branch. ' The scientists there,' the Underworld whispered in fear and awe 'They were atomised.'
Again, this really shouldn't be a surprise. The Black Reaper- commonly known as the Reaper, was an interesting figure, shrouded in mystery. Identity? Unknown. Origins? Mm...well, that was one of those things people didn't talk about. What was known, very well indeed, was his absolute disdain for any and all Families experimenting on life.
Rumoured to be the last living member of the Adinventi Family, the mother of all families which involved themselves in live experiments and weapons development, he was said to have initially started the trend of Frankenstein's monster coming back to kill his maker- a trend continued by Rokudo Mukuro years later. After appealing his case to the Council, he gained permission to, in his words, "Wipe out the mess my Family made," and then proceeded to massacre each and every offshoot of the Adinventi without mercy.
A monster, they said, able to kill with only his killing intent and bloodlust. A monster who only his enemies saw properly. A monster in a world of monsters. A monster who was...a baby on a bike?
Fran's grandmother blinked in confusion. The baby stared back at her, his eye twitching. A minute passed. Then another.
As Fran's parents entered the scene, they too stared at the baby, though for another reason. Apparently fed up with their bullshit, the infant crossed his hands, his mouth settling into a frown.
As unbelievable bloodlust swept the room, Fran's family was quickly forced on their knees, gasping for breath as the phantom feel of pythons wrapping coils around their throats robbed them of their ability to inhale. "Speak quickly," a high pitched voice spoke in an irritated tone. "I have little patience for silent statues."
Snarling, the grandmother stood up. "Listen here, midget-UMPH!"
Now trembling underneath the weight of the killing intent, the mother spoke in a respectful tone, "Master Cloud of the Arcobaleno, kindly forgive our mother. She isn't much aware of the events on-going in the underworld."
Before the bewildered eyes of the elder, her two children quickly began to lay out the situation in front of the Cloud ('Arcobaleno? What the fuck was that?' Damn she was really out-of-date regarding the current Underworld events) all the while ensuring that their tone remained deferential. The baby listened to them, his expression blank.
The mother and father, on the other hand, were rather wary themselves. They knew well of the Arcobaleno, all feared individuals in their own ways. All, that is, except for the reportedly whiny, clingy and bullied Cloud. But that killing intent...that was no joke. The stuntman was the real deal, regardless of what rumours said.
The Cloud listened to their story and remained silent for a heavy moment before sighing. "Those brats," he muttered. "They really should have more care for their elders."
Utterly done with this shit, Fran's grandmother moved in front, "Look here, Rainbow-baby. If you know where my grandson is you better spit it out now, or else-"
"Be quiet." The high voice was strangely calming. "You're grandson is alive and well, apart from what torture his teacher will be giving him when he hears of this travesty. I'll have him visit you some time soon. Just don't be surprised if he starts screaming when he sees a pineapple."
Before she could do more than release a frustrated scream at the cryptic answer, the baby was in front of her, a single finger flickering with Mist flames at her forehead. She could hear her children struggling to take out their weapons from behind, but didn't dare look back, her eyes focused on the Mist flames. Her mind was whirring. A Cloud able to use Mist flames?! Impossible!
The infant's lips curled into a smirk. "Let's keep this between us, yeah? Wouldn't want to mess with the rules of the game!" The finger pressed into her forehead and she knew no more.
Giotto gulped, bead of sweat lining his face as the killing intent in the room increased by the second. Daemon laughed nervously as Alaude froze. Lampo and G had long since dived behind the couch and were pushing each other in order to hide themselves better. Asari looked devastated, but that was to be expected.
Reborn looked first at his favourite gun and then at the brat who had broken his favourite gun.
Yamamoto Takeshi smiled, his lips pulled happily while his eyes looked at the world's greatest hitman as though he were a fish that needed to be skinned. He still held the baseball bat that he'd used to break Reborn's favourite gun in his hands. "I'm afraid, Reborn-san," the idol began cheerfully, his tone infused with steel, "that I simply cannot allow you to fire any gun right now."
Kyoya facepalmed on the side and wondered what he'd done to suffer through this nightmare.
SOME TIME EARLIER
When the Vongola Tenth Generation got off the car in which they'd travelled, words could not describe how grateful they were. Apart from Alaude, who was still making those stupid sad eyes that made Giotto's heart ache, none of them were sad to see the back of the younger Hibari. Right up until they realized that he would also be staying at the Sawada house for dinner. Which just...why?!
Until they stepped in and saw the table laden with food, complete with an angel sleeping face down at the head. 'Oh,' the hungry teenagers thought, 'that's why he wanted to come.'
And then the angel started beeping, in turn triggering multiple actions. Kyoya hurriedly stalked down the table, raising a tonfa ('Where the fuck did that come from?' G whispered later) to hit the angel on the head. Giotto hurried forward, compelled by some strange need to protect the angel. Reborn readied his gun, seeing his student experiencing an EPIC BEATDOWN (as members of the Hibari clan, adopted or born, were won't to give him when they met. It was funny when Alaude did it, not so much when the Vongola heir apparent got his ass kicked by Fon's actual toddler disciple in front of the Vongola council*) due to him not being able to unleash his full power in the closed place that was his own home.
And this is the scene which one Yamamoto Takeshi barged into ('What are all you people doing in my house?' Giotto Vongola later wailed.)He had full faith that Kyoya would be to dodge any bullet, should they be aimed at him...but the gun didn't have any silencer...and his Sky was sleeping...
What happened next really shouldn't have been that much of a surprise when you follow this line of thought.
(Yamamoto Takeshi doesn't like people waking Tsuna. AT ALL- #fact universally acknowledged.)
What was a surprise was that the younger Rain wasn't dead on the floor yet.
(Had it not been for Yamamoto Takeshi momentary silver tongue, those "natural hitman" instincts would've had him shot- #fact universally acknowledged.)
And now they were like this. More than half terrified, one blank, one oblivious and one exasperated.
"Mmm..."
The younger Cloud moved smoothly towards his Sky, bonking him on the head with a tonfa when he blinked up blearily, ignoring the indignant sound coming from a certain blonde. Grabbing the source of the beeping, a digital thermometer, from where it was dangling precariously from the mouth of the brunet, Kyoya glared at the reading. The room was silent.
"102.1 degrees? What the fuck, Yamamoto Takeshi?!"
Daemon choked at hearing the younger Skylark swear. Asari choked as he noticed his fucking suicidal little brother ducking under REBORN'S ARM to stand by the temperamental Cloud . "I swear he was fine when we were cooking," he frowned, staring at the reading as well.
"Gio...nii..."
"Tsuna?!" Giotto exclaimed. "What's wrong with him?"
Cringing at the sudden rise in volume, Kyoya glared at the elder Sky. "None of your business, herbivore," he hissed.
"Au contraire," Giotto countered, his eyes flashing. "My brother's condition is very much my business. Now, what's wrong with him?"
"He's alright," Takeshi replied, bringing an elbow to sharply hit the seething Skylark next to him. "Just a little fever."
"A temperature of over a hundred doesn't seem like a 'little fever.'" Reborn snapped back, pissed beyond all belief.
"We're used to it!" Kyoya growled. "We'll take care of him."
"Where's Nana-san?" G asked quietly, his eyes analyzing the scene in front of him.
"Out."
"Out where?"
"Out with a friend."
"I see, " Giotto remarked. "Tell me, how often is she out?"
Furious grey eyes turned to the heir and the Skylark let out a sharp growl. "Yamamoto Takeshi," he spoke, "Take Tsunayoshi to his room."
"No..." the little brunet moaned. "Gotta eat...gotta eat...gotta..."
"FINE. Tsunayoshi, eat and then go to your room."
'That sounded surprisingly like a mother...scolding her child..' Daemon and Alaude though in a moment of miraculous tandem.
Tsunayoshi Sawada, in the short time that he knew the Guardians before being rushed up by the (obviously overprotective) mother-hens surrounding him, managed to charm them all. There was just something about watching the elder Vongola feed his younger brother like a baby bird, carefully blowing on spoonfuls of soup before giving them to him, that was honestly just too-fucking-cute. Asari could see Reborn clicking photos secretly, no doubt to auction them to the Official Fanclub of Giotto di Vongola back in Italy.
Hibari Kyoya held a fondness for small animals. Hibari Alaude held a fondness for small humans. And this little waif of a child managed to cater to both of their needs.
"I'll ask you again. Where is Nana Sawada?"
The group, barr Takeshi who was looking after Tsuna on the other floor, sat stiffly in the living room. The underlying tension that had been present during the (heavenly) dinner seemed to blow up into a full volcano.
Kyoya sighed, leaning back on the sofa. "I wasn't lying in my earlier answer, herbivore," he spoke, addressing the person who asked the question, Reborn. "Sawada is not present because she's at a friends house."
Giotto frowned. "Did she know that Tsuna was sick?"
Kyoya fell silent, his hair coming forward to shadow his face. "I'm afraid," another voice cut in, "That Tsuna gets sick far too often for her to care now."
The faces of the new arrivals turned to see Takeshi descending from the staircase. "Tsuna's sleeping," he told Kyoya. "I put a cold compress on his forehead. The fever should break by the end of the night."
"What do you mean 'for her to care?!' He's her son!" G raged.
Takeshi sighed. "G-san, please. It's difficult to care for a sick child, even more so when you're doing it alone."
Giotto flinched. Everytime he had gotten sick in Italy, his father had constantly been by his side. How could his mother just...
"Besides," Takeshi continued, "We can take care of him. We always have."
Kyoya's eyes hardened. He knew that the omnivore held an affection for his mother due to the memories he received from the parallel worlds, but he remembered all too well sitting by the brunet's side in a hospital and hearing him whimper for his mother while she wasn't fucking there. She was never there.
Hibari Kyoya had never felt as useless as he did at that moment.
That's why, despite her smiles and kindness, he would never trust her. Tsuna's elements wouldn't trust anyone with their Sky/. Takeshi was right. They would take care of him, because they always had.
INTERLUDE - OTHERS IN THE TOWN
Kyoko Sasegawa never really liked Sawada Tsunayoshi. That was alright. Because Sawada Tsunayoshi never really cared or Kyoko Sasegawa.
At first it was nothing major. To Kyoko, Tsuna was a weird pre-teen with even weirder friends who did questionable things together and got into fights with the local Yakuza. They were what Hana called the 'monkey kings' of the school. He was free to do whatever he wanted, even if she didn't like the idea of anyone fighting. What she did mind was the fact that he pulled her brother along with him into this stupidity.
Tsuna just felt...uneasy around her. Even when she smiled at him and did the usual school idol activities, his intuition kept shrieking at the back of his mind. He never knew why. Until...
Never before had the young Sky felt such rage through his veins. As he watched Kyoko Sasegawa scold his Sun for being himself and ask him to be less enthusiastic and violent and more like 'Cousin Knuckle', he felt pure unadulterated anger for the first time.
How dare she. Ryohei was a bit of an idiot, yes, but his Sun was a pure heart if he'd ever seen one. His hands were gentle when they had not been raised in defence and his Flames, amazingly pure, had helped them pick themselves up after fights too many times to be counted. Ryohei wasn't violent. He was just a boy who didn't want to be afraid anymore. They all were.
Despite the unease which he made him feel, he couldn't deny that he used to be a little fond on the girl, if only due to what he saw in the other worlds. She reminded him a little of his mother with all her naivety. That was before he saw this.^
"And that is why," he heard a voice from behind him whisper "She'll never be a Sky." Tsuna didn't flinch as Mukuro's hands came to wrap themselves around his waist, long since used to his Guardians' tactile nature. His eyes remained focused on the schoolyard below him, where his Sun was attempting to defend himself to his little sister. "For all her smiles," Mukuro went on "For all her followers, her idol-like image, her innocent-fucking-naivety, she's ruled by reality far too much to let the Storm rage or stand and let the Rain fall. She would be the kind who'd try to block out the Sun's rays and never let the Lightning return the damage tenfold." His lips quirked into a smile as heterochromatic eyes looked fondly at his Sky. "That isn't even considering what would happen when she'd try to chain the Cloud or stop the Mist from deceiving."
Tsuna let out a small laugh, leaning back into the hold, imagining what would happen to anyone who attempted to reign Kyoya in. "What is she then?" he questioned in a soft voice.
"Hmm..." the Mist looked at the figure on the ground, considering. "She's a Moon."
"A Moon?"
"Yes. Because you see, she only lets the Sun illuminate her momentarily before turning her gaze away from him."
They stayed silent for a few moments, watching the increasingly frantic siblings below. As Kyoko's voice increased in volume, Tsuna twitched before slipping out of his Mist's hold to jump down the roof.
"-oniisan, I don't understand why you have to fight-OH!" Kyoko yelped as Tsuna landed next to her.
"...Sawada?"
Looking into the desperate eyes of his Sun, Tsuna let out a small smile. "Ryo-nii," he said, purposefully keeping his tone light, "Come on. Takeshi has a new throw he wants to show us."
He heard Kyoko protesting as he gently grabbed the boxer's hand and began to lead him away.
"I hope we're not having any trouble here, miss?" Mukuro's smooth voice rang out from behind them. Tsuna's smile widened as the sounds Kyoko's struggles died out.
No one was allowed to harm his elements, no matter how well-meaning their intentions were. Tsuna knew that his Sun would be confused as to why his relationship with his sister was this bad in this world while they looked happy together in all the parallel worlds he'd visited with his Sky. And the brunet knew the answer to that question all too well. In no other parallel world had their ideal selfs been so obviously present. In the world where he'd been the Vongola Decimo, Giotto and the others had been what they aimed to be. In this world, where Giotto and his Guardians existed separately, why would anyone look at the (supposedly) defected models that were their younger relatives?
Tsuna rejected their stupid beliefs and stubbornly held on to his own. Yes, they were not like the current Tenth Generation. Hayato was too rash, Takeshi- too easy going. Ryohei's enthusiasm overshadowed his common sense from time to time. Kyoya's bloodlust could seriously get him in trouble one day. God knows how fucked up Mukuro was, and fuck everything, Lambo was a child.
They were all children. Vongola blood, Mafia potential, growing up without anything to limit them and temper their Flames except for each other. They were trying their hardest to heal their broken and shield their innocent, trying their hardest to grow stronger so they would not be afraid anymore. Could anyone really fault them for being the way they were then?
So, it was safe to say that Kyoko was very, very happy that Cousin Knuckle had decided to come to Namimori. He would definitely be able to get through her thick brother's brain!
...right up until she saw who her cousin was with. How in the name of hell had both her relatives managed to get friends so similar to each other, when they hadn't seen the other's faces in nearly a decade?!
END INTERLUDE
Morning seemed to come too early for the sleepy teens, who woke up with the sun even without Reborn coming in to wake them up Vongola Style. They'd quickly got up and went into the kitchen, their hungry stomachs listening to the sweet smell of food all too well. Sawada Nana was surprised when her son appeared in the doorway, even more so when all his friends came in so soon after him, but she took it in her stride.
"Where's Tsuna, Mama?" Giotto asked, hands gripping the coffee mug as if it contained nectar itself.
"Oh?" Nana hummed. "Tsu-kun? His bag was missing...he must've gone to school then!"
G raised an eyebrow. "Is it alright for him to go? I mean, he looked seriously sick yesterday."
"Oh, that." With her back turned to them, none of them could catch the female's expression. However, her tone, distant and wary, quickly put them on guard. "Tsu-kun gets sick far too often. If he started taking leaves every time that happened, he might get in trouble at school!" She let out a giggle.
"Tsu-kun gets sick far too often."
"Ah, but why would Tsuna-san have to leave this early, Nana-san?" Asari asked, his tone purposefully light. "School doesn't start for another hour or so, right?"
"Ah, that useless Tsu-kun of mine is always busy with one or the other troublesome thing," Nana replies, sounding for all the world like she hadn't called her youngest son useless.
The world was slowly breaking down around Giotto. His mother always sounded so happy when they talked on the phone. So interested in his life that he felt absolutely terrible about lying to her regarding what he was doing in Italy. In the face of his batshit insane father and absent little brother, she'd seemed like the one pillar of sanity which he'd clung to. Had this, this wilful neglect, this name-calling, always been happening behind those calls? Did they even effect his brother as much as he thought they did? Or did Tsuna just write them off as normal incidents, never bothering to pay that much attention to them?
Seeing his student quickly wandering into dangerous territory, Reborn was quick to signal his Guardians to their Sky's mood. Alaude produced the paperwork Kyoya had given them the day before almost out of nowhere ('Did you sleep with it, you creep?!' 'Shut up, melon, you have no place to comment on anyone's creepiness.' ) and Reborn smiled his student got adequately distracted at the sight of his enemy in twelve-point font and let his Guardians wash him away in their stream of (almost) meaningless chatter ('Do we write Vongola in our previous schooling, to the limit?' 'No, idiota, do you want to get arrested on our first day of school?!')
"Visit the school later," Reborn quietly told Alaude as they stood a little apart from the rest of the arrivals. "It'll let you get acquainted with the territory."
"Hn. Around lunch break?"
"Sure. Take Giotto and the others with you. Seeing Tsunayoshi might calm him down."
Namimori High was a quaint little school, with its gardens and lotus ponds- all taken care of by students. Its rise as one of Japan's most successful educational institutions had come as a bit of a surprise a few years back. When asked to confirm the rumours of a teacher striking a child, the Principal then had smiled nervously and denied all allegations- claiming that his staff had only chosen to bring a particularly unruly child, whose attendance record was absolutely dismal, to discipline. A month later, he, along with his staff, were put under observation and many of them were fired in a quiet but ruthless showdown which the elder students fondly called 'The Witch Hunts.'
And out of the fires of vengeance and gates of icy hell an alliance was born$. Hibari Kyoya and Rokudo Mukuro collaborated for the first time ever to stage a hostile takeover and start the New and Improved Disciplinary Committee. With its active side(which Takeshi rightfully dubbed "The Enforcers") led by the Cloud and its passive side (mostly focused on information gathering) led by the Mist, it truly became an organization to be feared.
The rest of the Guardians quickly fit into place, with Hayato taking over the curriculum design, Takeshi and Ryohei working on physical fitness and Lambo and Tsuna keeping every student happy with a daily dose of cute. This strange mixture of underground-aboveground rule worked in tandem to find competent staff and cut down on the increasing rates of bullying and obesity. Sometime later, the old Principal was made in-charge again, apparently having been found clean of all suspicious activities by the (very confused) government employees and was then hurriedly terrorized into doing all the paperwork.
(Rokudo Mukuro was a petty little bastard who deserved the name 'hell-child' for more than one reason- #fact universally acknowledged.)
Life was good.
(Tsunayoshi Sawada was the Sky of Change. You best get into the flow or it'll drag you along- #fact universally acknowledged.)
Namimori was a town full of surprises, which were mostly present due to the influence of its protectors. As such, it should come as no surprise that Namimori High, the epicentre of the earthquake known as the TGR, also had many surprises. It was unfortunate that Giotto di Vongola and his merry men met this particular surprise though.
"Ok, this is the seventh time we've walked down this corridor!" Lampo whined. "What the hell is going on?!"
The group (barr Reborn, who'd gone to the hospital to start digging into their relatives' medical history) looked down the route and grudgingly agreed with the Lightning's statement.
"Nufufufu, Vongola, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yeah." Giotto sighed. "Hold on guys. Daemon's going to turn this ship upside-down for a bit."
Mist flames began emanating from the teen's form and started to converge down the corridor.
"Ugh...what are you doing?" G moaned, coughing into his hand.
"Be quiet." Alaude replied, already holding a delicate palm to his nose, his eyes closed. Daemon's form dissolved and Alaude twitched as the (annoying-as-fuck) laughter began ringing down the halls.
The ceiling above their heads began cracking and Mist flames rained down on them. Slowly, slowly, as the Guardians (with the exception of their Sky+) began to colour green, the world around them dissolved and they found themselves in a garden. Daemon appeared in front of them, his shoulders tensed. "There's another user here," he spoke curtly. "He's strong. Maybe even stronger than me." Abruptly, his manner changed as he snarled, "And I cannot sense him!"
"Of course you can't." A monotone voice echoed throughout the garden as the teens began to light their flames, positioning themselves around their Sky. "I don't want to be found."
"Who are you?" Giotto called out, his voice cautious. "Why are you doing this?"
Wind blew from all sides and pooled in front of them, solidifying into a small figure. When it died down and they were able to open their eyes again, they looked at the boy and promptly reacted.
That hair, that voice, those eyes...what was this child doing here? They remembered all too well how fierce the Varia had been after he'd left, how Mammon had gotten twitchier (he kept muttering about how he'd lost his investment, but Reborn knew all too well that he was jealous of the power the boy possessed), how Bel's smiles grew just a little bit more insane("Ushishishi, the Prince has lost his whipping boy.") They remembered having to listen to Nono calm his son down by explaining "Now, Xanxus, you did kidnap him after all, you really have no place to think he'll accept you as his Sky," while Xanxus screamed about how, "The only way someone could leave the Varia was though Death!"
The Varia's missing Mist, Fran, looked at them, his eyes glittering. The ebony crown on top of his head shone in the sun. "What kind of a kouhai would I be if I didn't greet my senpai nicely?"
Fran, Mukuro explained to Tsuna and Kyoya, was the continuation of the experiment which the Estraneo had been conducting on him. "After having established there was a Hell, they wanted to see how far they could push human minds in it."
Fran took over at this point. "I didn't see what Mukuro-senpai saw. The lower levels of Hell are filthy to the core, from what I've heard. They're the ones that should be feared the most."
"Then what did you see?" Tsuna asked curiously.
"The Estraneo designed a machine that would channel Mist flames directly into his brain. By making his mind believe that he was dead, they sent it into the afterlife. By all means, since he's a child, he should have gone into Heaven or whatever else is there, but since the Estraneo only coded Hell into the machine, there was a malfunction."
"I was sent to the top-most level of Hell," Fran cut in. "It's where its King rules. Unfortunately, as I was not well trained in Hell etiquettes, I ended up issuing a challenge to its King."
The three slowly turned to stare at the boy. For once, all the three children were caught off guard.
"And if you don't mind, I'd like to ask for your assistance in waging a war against Hell's top tier." Fran added. "It won't be difficult, they're rather rusty. From what I gathered, no one's issued a challenge in a long time."
Years later, after many shenanigans (including a time where Fran was kidnapped by "crazy people, Tuna-chan, the fake-prince kept insisting that he was real for some reason," where he admitted he took "unholy joy" in breaking the knives which the "fake-prince" had,) they all stood in a line to watch the ceremony where 'Challenger Fran' became 'King Fran' and cheered as the crown was placed on his head.
Fran's reign became feared in its own right, mainly due to his psychopath of a mentor ('I heard he conquered the lowest six levels when he was a child.' 'Yeah, well how old does he look now, genius?') and his even bigger psychopath of an advisor ('...the advisor is a baby. A loud baby who does stunts.' 'Don't underestimate him, I heard he's charmed Death to his side.')Along with his other destructive friends and that little brunet child who carried himself with a fae-like aura, Fran quickly quashed any thoughts of rebellions, reorganized Hell's punishment and updated their torture methods. A little inexperienced, yes, but a King worth having, Hell thought.
They also discovered why Hell's upper tier was so dusty and then went about fixing it, unintentionally (or was it?) creating Hell's greatest punishment.
Paperwork.
*Reborn being Reborn managed to turn it into an example of the "kindness of the Vongola heir" and a tale on how he was "unwilling to hit children."
/With the exception of some vetted people, of course. The elements grudgingly admitted that Tsuna was just too pure a Sky to keep to themselves and graciously agreed to share him before being frozen by a pissed Sky screaming about how he was "not a commodity!"
^Actually before, he'd liked her the same way he had liked a puppy down the street, right upto where it nearly bit his ankle off.
$It was a day all who opposed them would come to rue. When the date was later found, it promptly became the Appeasement Day, where the two elements were offered hamburgers and hair gel as bribes.
+Reborn had long since hammered the lesson of 'look cool' into their heads. The Tenth Generation later lamented how easy their siblings made it look.
Haha, crack is crack.
So, we have some more backstory, some more chaos, some more character introspection. I've been inspired by a few fics in which Skull was an experiment of the Estraneo Family in making his story, I'll admit.
I have bones to pick with Kyoko and Nana. Especially Nana. Who the fuck calls their own child 'Useless' no matter how jokingly she said it?! To the fragile bullied mind of a child those words might be a death sentence. KHR managed to soften the impact of bullying, but in the real world, children have committed suicide over this. We're lucky the story happened at all, considering that Tsuna was strong enough to not take a razor to his hand after returning home from years of bullying to a neglectful parent. Kyoko is just...typical damsel in distress heroine...just no. Except for Hana and Chrome, I pretty much have problems with all KHR females.
I love Fran to bits. The King of Hell thing was a mashup of ideas from 'Odd-Job Tsuna' by ShamelessDilettante and 'The Unexplainable' by Metamorcy and also the fact that Fran's ring has 666, the number of the devil, the ruler of hell. What happened is a result of my wanting royalty to meet royalty and wanting Fran to just hate knives (as a result of knives being the main weapons Estraneo enforcers used.) So, coming soon! A meeting between the knife-wielding Prince Belphagor and the knife-hating King Fran! It's a match made in (pun intended) Hell.
Thanks for your reviews and support. Going on a holiday for a while, but see you guys! Stay awesome!
Until next time,
Arwana13