To say that Tsunayoshi Sawada was a little confused would be an understatement. The new 5 year old was not sure why he couldn't feel the warmth he normally felt coursing through his veins, but his instincts told him that that had something to do with the elderly man ("Call me Grandpa, Tsuna-kun,") currently leaving the house. He ate the rest of the delicious cake which his mother made for him in a haze, mind trying desperately to recall what happened.

There was a ...dog. And then...fire...why was he so cold?

He didn't sleep well that night. Or the night after that.

Tsuna's classmates watched in worry as their cute classmate became more and more sad by the day. Where was the happy child who used to give the teachers a heart-attack by walking on top of the fence? Anxiously catching him when he tripped over thin air, again, Takeshi concluded that something had gone terribly wrong.

The class promptly closed ranks around the confused vulnerable five year old, their combined might driving away any fool who might try to pick on the brunet while he wandered around tripping over their food and them.

Then he started to fail classes. And promptly sent every one of them in a panic.

Tsuna was what made the science and social science lessons fun for everyone. Where their startlingly incompetent teachers failed to drive the facts through the children's' heads, he succeeded, making all things they were taught sound relevant to them. He was the primary reason why the class had such great respect for history, understanding how it shaped their lives now and not thinking of it as a collection of random dates and useless facts.

He was also the one who started the tutoring chain, approaching the terrifying (even then) Hana Kurokawa for maths lessons. Yes, the children of this class owed a lot to Sawada Tsunayoshi. So when they heard the teachers muttering about how he'd be made to stay back a class due to his increasingly falling grades, no, they wouldn't feel hesitant about cheating unashamedly to ensure that he stayed with them.

(The most ridiculous incident was when Hana blatantly marched up to Tsuna's desk during a math test and just filled his paper standing up right there, relying on Takeshi and Itzumo, who'd somehow gotten explosive chemicals from the lab, to distract the sleaze-ball who taught them.*)

Throughout all these happenings, Tsuna remained distracted and quiet, like someone had cut away a part of his personality. Hs class kept on getting more and more desperate. They hadn't seen his smiles for months.

It was also along this time that Vongola's security slipped up. News of a fucking civilian who held Primo's blood leaked out to various families and some of the more...scientifically inclined Famiglia's promptly sent their lackeys to capture this child and bring him to them. The resulting encounter wasn't pretty.

It came as a surprise to many that Tsuna- sheltered and protected as he was, was actually the first to kill out of his little group, at the age of fucking five. At the time, however, blood covering his hands and splattered across his eyes, Tsuna didn't really feel that surprised. A calm feeling flooded him, the logical side of his brain - absent for so long - began to take over.

'This man tried to harm you. He did so without flinching. If you had not complied, if he deemed you to be struggling to hard, he would've killed you. You are not at wrong here.'

'Breathe.'

At the back of his mind, the long settled intuition, silent for so long now, began to slowly awaken. Still in the calm haze, Tsuna began to walk away from the body, having burnt it to a crisp. He weaved through the crowd of people going around with innate grace, none of them noticed the blood that was present on his school clothes.

Once the crowd had thinned, he quietly slipped into the forest surrounding the town, trusting his intuition to guide him. Steady footsteps made their way up a mountain, before he came to a stop near a cliff. And naturally, because he was Tsuna, the calm haze began to wear off. Exhaustion began to set in. When he'd left the town (the body, his mind whispered like a poison, trying to drag him under already) school had just finished, the sun bright in the sky. He looked at the setting sun now, sitting down at the edge of the cliff.

Did he really want to do this? His intuition was quiet at the time, letting him decide what he wanted to do. Tsuna knew both the sides of what he was about to do. If it worked, he'd never fall again. That cold that had settled in his soul all that time ago, burying under his bones, would disappear. He'd be able to smile again, laugh again, not being blocked, not forced to watch the world go on around him. And if he failed...

What did he have to lose?

Slowly, he stood up. He looked once again toward the sun, taking in the colour of the sky around it.

Breathe.

Putting another foot forward, Tsunayoshi Sawada jumped off the cliff.

Miles away, a shopkeeper in an antique store startled as an orange glow emanated from the back room, following a veritable explosion of Sky flames.

Miles nearer, Hibari Kyoya looked at the sleeping little child, who just some time ago reeked of power and lifted a curious eyebrow before hefting the little body up as though it weighed nothing. He started the trek back to town, teeming with questions.

For one, what had the child been doing sleeping near the cliff? How had he gotten those burn marks near him? And, most importantly, was that a Namimori junior uniform? Why the fuck was it covered in blood?

Shoichi Irie was rather angry when his conference with Tsuna was delayed. At the same time, he understood why the delay happened. It wasn't often that Fran found intruders on the campus. However, such an incident took immediate priority over any budget editing they would need to do when adding more advanced heat sensors to the campus greenhouse. Not. Honestly, why couldn't Fran just wait?

The door opened and Shoichi found himself staring at a blonde copy of his Sky. Oh. So that's why.

EARLIER

Before Giotto or his Guardians could take another step towards the missing Mist, a black blur landed in front of him, a jacket lazily flung over his shoulders. The sharp grey eyes of Kyoya Hibari looked at all of them and Giotto entertained the thought that he was being judged. Thoroughly.

"Fran," Kyoya spoke, his eyes trailing over Daemon's figure, glaring at the weapon in his hand, "You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow."

Instead of replying to the statement, Fran smirked. "I found intruders on your turf again, Kyoya-senpai. Slipping up again?"

Kyoya scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Shut up, brat," he growled, gently hitting the back Fran's head with a tonfa.

"Owww, senpaaiiii, that huurrrtttt."

Kyoya rolled his eyes again before settling on Alaude. "What are you doing here? Visitors to the school are not allowed to wander alone without a guide."

Giotto stepped ahead. "Ah, Kyoya-san, is my brother alright? He seemed pretty sick yesterday."

The prefect looked at the blonde for a long moment before 'tch'-ing angrily. He let out a low whistle and extended his hand for the bird which responded to him to sit down on.

"Hibari! Hibari!"

"Hibird, tell the omnivore he has some visitors."

"Hibari! Fran! Omnivore! Visitors!"

Before the startled eyes of the Vongola Tenth generation, the bird flew off presumably in the direction of the 'Omnivore.'

Giotto opened his mouth to ask the question again, only to freeze when Kyoya's grey eyes sharply glanced at him. "Come with me, herbivores," the prefect spoke again, his tone dripping ice. "We're going to see that irresponsible little animal."

They followed him quietly as he led them through the back door into the building. "Oh, and Fran?"

"Hai, senpai?"

"Take off that ridiculous fucking crown."

"Ano, Kyoya-san..." Asari began nervously, "The , 'irresponsible little animal' is it..."

Kyoya scowled. "That herbivore, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

As one, the Tenth Generation sweat-dropped. 'Stick to one label when you refer to him!'

Tsuna shrieked as the door to his office banged open. "HIEEE! KYOYA! DO YOU WANT TO THE BREAK THE DOOR AGAIN?!"

"What is the meaning of this herbivore?" Kyoya hissed.

"Ahh...what the fuck are you talking about?"

Kyoya growled. "You're supposed to be resting at home. Not doing budget control in school. Explain yourself."

Shoichi came out of the trance which he'd fallen into when looking at the copies of his friends who now stood gaping at the doorway. "What do you mean, he shouldn't be at school?" he frowned.

The prefect outright snarled. "Tsunayoshi, you're still sick, aren't you?" he demanded.

"Tsuna?" Giotto chose this moment to come in front, smiling slightly at his brother. "Are you feeling better?"

Stuck between the improbable tag trio of Shoichi, Kyoya and Giotto, each looking at him with varying expressions of concern, Tsuna conceded defeat. "I'm...better than before Giotto-nii," he smiled weakly. "At the very least," he looked at Kyoya, "I'm good enough to sit at a desk and sign papers."

Kyoya huffed, looking away from the brunet. Tsuna sighed before his attention was diverted by green hair. "Fran!" he exclaimed happily, getting out of his chair to hug the green haired boy. "I didn't know you were coming to school today!"

"Ah, there was a minor paperwork backlog," the Mist spoke. "Takoyaki-senpai helped me motivate the grunts to do their work."

Kyoya let out a snort of laughter at the nickname even as Tsuna looked disapproving.

"Ah, how do you know Fran-san, Tsunayoshi-kun?" Knuckle asked hesitantly.

"Ah, Fran is actually a student here, Knuckle-san," Tsuna spoke, smiling brightly. "He's a highly valued member of the economics, working mostly with infrastructure and budgeting."

Alaude raised an eyebrow. "They let children handle that?"

Kyoya snorted. "The current motto of the school is 'Change for Change.' Change of authority that it is."

"We're pseudo-anarchists," Shoichi said, throwing in his own two cents. "So authority of adults never really held that much for us. Tsuna was still given a position of power anyway, because he's good at organizing."

"Takoyaki-senpai?" G muttered distractedly.

"A friend of ours," Tsuna spoke, sitting back down on the chair. "He's helped us with legal problems and building materials and things like that. Fran just likes to rile him up by calling him that ridiculous nickname."

"Tch," Kyoya scowled. "The herbivore likes to rile everyone up by giving them nicknames.%"

"What was that, Eagle One?"

Shoichi sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have let Spanner watch those movies with him."

(It wasn't really Shoichi's fault.

Mists always find ways of annoying the shit out of their fellow elements - #fact universally acknowledged)

The Tenth generation watched as the neat office delved into chaos while Kyoya ran around throwing his tonfas at the younger Mist while Tsuna watched them with increasingly shadowed eyes before promptly vaulting them out the window when they scattered another pile of paperwork ("That shit takes ages to arrange, you heathens!")

"Ahaha, you look pretty clogged up, Tsuna," Giotto laughed, eyeing the piles of paperwork as one would eye a venomous viper. Swallowing up his fear for the sake of brotherly bonding, he took a shot in the dark - "Anything I can help you with?"

Giotto barely had a moment to reconcile himself with what he'd done before he was shot with Tsuna's revised Puppy Eyes 3.0/

"Now that you mention it Nii-san, we're kind of experiencing a minor backlog of our own..."

"Amazing," Daemon breathed out, eyes glued to his Sky. He wouldn't deny that those eyes had been poison, but still to offer something like that..."How desperate is he?"

On his side, Knuckle sobbed quietly, eyes shining with pride. "I'm so happy for him," he whispered quietly. "That is a MAXIMUM commitment to make."

Lampo was of another opinion. "If this is what I have to do to bond with my own brat brother, I won't."

"Amen." G, for once, was in agreement with the Lightning.

"Hn."

Reborn was not a happy Sun at the moment.

Opening the medical records of the young elements had proven to be a trying thing to do, made especially worse when he realised that Tsuna - who seemed to come to the hospital most often - was obviously being treated elsewhere too. There were...gaps in his treatments that could not be explained otherwise. He could almost smell the confusion of the doctor who scribbled the line "It seems as though Tsunayoshi has recently undergone an appendicitis removal operation. Both him and his Guardian refuse to give further details of the issue, as they insist that those details are not required to treat the flu, which is what he's been admitted with this time."

Even more disturbing were the descriptions of Tsuna's "Guardian" who most definitely was not Nana, as made clear by the description provided by one frustrated doctor in his personal diary who ranted about how "the punk was distracting everyone by seducing the nurses! Honestly, why were women so attracted to little goth shits like him?! Which self respecting man wears make-up?!" Hence, the question remained, who the fuck was he?

Frustrating would be the best word to describe the situation, because Tsuna should not have had any access to other hospitals or medical facilities. Hell, he shouldn't have needed any other medical facilities apart from the ones provided freely and with such expertise in his own town hospital. Why then, did he seek help from outside? And who was this Guardian who let him?

The other files were just as vague and annoying. All the other children - Kyoya, Takeshi, Ryohei - who had been left behind in Namimori when it was made a Sanctuary, had incomplete medical histories, with one Hibari Kyoya never having gone to the hospital in his entire fucking life. Which, really? With the amount of fights he used to pick as a kid?

If only this was the only bad news he had with him, he mourned as he looked at the piece of paper which Nono had faxed to him early this morning. It was also why he was so eager to get Daemon and the others away from him, lest they bombard him with questions and he be forced to kill them. Who knows, then Nono would've been sad or some shit.

By the decree of the Council, Rokudo Mukuro has been deemed innocent of all the crimes he was accused of. Having been granted a temporary insanity plea, Rokudo is now under the wing of his Sky and as such, is untouchable to all. The Council has ordered that he be allowed to rest and recuperate and that the Vindice is to join forces with the Black Reaper to ensure that any and all forms of scientific experimentation on children is cleaned out.

With this in mind, Spade Daemon is to be told that if he uses his Blood Right to cause any further damage to Rokudo Mukuro, who's Sky is under the Council's protection, his life is forfeit.

Left at the doors of the Vongola estate by a fuming Vindice officer, this single note had caused an uproar throughout the Italian Underground. There were simply too many unknown factors - the Reaper, the new Sky, Rokudo Fucking Mukuro. Speaking of which, a third party would need to appeal a case before the Council in the first place, someone who wasn't Harmonized to a Sky along with Rokudo. Who'd done that? This Sky, was he a child like Rokudo? Was Rokudo actually innocent or did he just manipulate the evidence to make it seem so? He sure was skilled enough, Reborn thought, mind flashing back to when Viper tried to corner the illusionist only to be forced to retreat.

And his Sky, how the fuck did he get the Council's protection?! That had only ever been extended to the Sky Arcobaleno before.

Questions upon questions, mysteries upon mysteries, and now he was stuck in this town, which seemed like it wasn't going to go easy on him either.

Sigh. What a drag.

The things he did for his students. Guess he'd have to let Daemon know sometime soon.

The impromptu tour of the school definitely left the Tenth generation amazed, despite the surly nature of their guide. For a school so devoid of any authoritative figures, Namimori Middle had flourished under the guidance of its students, its student government and the amazing professors who taught there.

(Lampo found it a little hard to understand exactly why professors, people who'd gotten or were in the process of getting their PhD's, taught here instead of regular teachers.)

That being said, it was amazing that the school had developed so much in such little time. Namimori's monumental success had to attributed partly to its batshit-insane students.

By the time Hibird came back to Kyoya, having flown away some half-an-hour ago, the Tenth Generation had been witness to some truly amazing feats of flexibility via the aerobics team ("I really don't think it's healthy to bend that much while carrying that many bricks." "It might not be healthy, herbivore, but it's better than hiring tractors to carry building materials."), cooking via the home economics club ("Alright people, the ingredients might be limited but we shall persevere! The Student Council will never have had such a meal for its lunch break!" "YEEAAAHHHH!"), and music due to the orchestra ("Ah, it's good to see people so dedicated to music," Asari sighed. In the background they then heard the conductor saying, "Alright guys, I know you don't like this classical bullshit, but we have to be good if we want the rich people to waste their money on us!")

"Hibari, Hibari! Herbivore! Fight! Gymnasium!"

Normally, this should have just earned the perpetrators a sound 'biting' but as it was, the Gym had just recently been rebuilt, after a conflict between Hibari and Mukuro that left them shaking as a result of Tsuna's destructive wrath. Part of their punishment had been to participate in the rebuilding of the Gym themselves to "make you understand the value to labour, assholes," Tsuna had said.

They understood it now, all too well.

"Uh-oh," Fran intoned from where he'd hidden behind Kyoya's back to avoid the Tenth Generation's (creepy) inquisitive stares. "Milkshake-senpai is not going to like this."

So didn't Kyoya, for that matter. The younger Cloud's statement sounded more like a snake's than anything else^, "I will bite them to death."

And in one of the most action-packed high pursuit chases they've ever participated in, the Tenth Generation found themselves weaving through crowds of humans, books and instruments of many kinds to come and rest beside Kyoya at the entrance of the Gym. Even as Kyoya pushed open the huge doors to reveal the commotion inside, all that they could hear was the 'Imperial March' which Fran hummed all the way.

"Yamamato Takeshi, exactly what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The younger Rain looked up, grinning when he saw Kyoya even as other humans decided to make themselves scarce by the dozens. "Heya, Kyoya!" he exclaimed, waving the hand that wasn't too busy being buried in the gut of another student. "Come to join the party?"

Asari surveyed the bodies lying on the floor, at least 10 in number, and thought that this wouldn't be a very fun party to attend. From the way his grip tightened on his tonfa, Kyoya seemed to agree. "You have exactly three seconds to explain what you're doing before I decide to bite you to death."

Sensing the increase in blood-lust, Takeshi quickly put his hands up. "Woah, there, Kyoya," he spoke, still grinning, "Wouldn't want to do anything rash there!"

Kyoya hissed (no other way to describe it,) threateningly raising one tonfa. Asari intervened before things could get ugly. "Takeshi," he came up front, frowning, "What is this?"

Takeshi's smile sharpened when he saw the frown and the baseball player struggled to lessen the wave of 'how dare he judge me, he hasn't even been here for the longest time' and force the understanding of ' well, this would look bad to anyone.'

"Nothing big, Asari-nii," Takeshi spoke, still smiling a shark's smile. "Just some trash that thought that they'd litter out beloved President's room while he was absent, that isn't very nice, you know," he suddenly switched, speaking to the boy who he had caught by the collar.

Kyoya froze at the explanation before forcing himself to relax. He watched for a long moment as Takeshi 'lectured' the delinquents, before interjecting, "He's here."

"What?" Takeshi says absently.

Kyoya made a sound of disgust, "Tsuna's here."

Dark intelligent eyes pinned them where they stood. Asari sucked in a breath at how much Takeshi looked like...him in those ridiculous paintings of the Tenth Generation the maids at the mansion drew.

"Ahahaha, I'm not sure I got what you said right, Kyoya. Tsuna's here?"

The Cloud scowled. "Yes, despite all logic pointing in the opposite direction. The herbivore insists that he's healthy enough to attend school."

Knuckle winced as Takeshi unceremoniously dropped the boy he was holding, barely stopping himself from going to his aid.

"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" Takeshi's smile was a dark parody of his usual ones. Spying upon another familiar figure in the back, he raised his hand in greeting, "Yo, Fran. How do you feel about undertaking a rescue mission?"

"A rescue mission, ball-head-senpai?" Fran questioned even as Asari mourned the fact that a motherfucking would-be assassin is on a first name basis with his brother.

"Hai, hai," Takeshi laughed. "The victim, of course, is Sawada Tsunayoshi."

"And the perpetrator?" Alaude asked, an eyebrow raised.

"His own fucking idiocy." Kyoya snapped back.

Takeshi smiled again, a little more genuine and took a few more steps forward, a hand coming to gently rest upon Kyoya's. "We'll take care of him," he whispers.

Kyoya grunts back, shoulders relaxing.

Takeshi's face splits into a wild grin and he turns to weave past the Tenth Generation, snagging Fran by his collar. "See you later, nii-san," he hollers as he turns to leave. "We're going fishing."

A day dawns and both sides unveil a new start.

Fran and Takeshi find Tsuna alone in his office, Giotto having left sometime earlier, and promptly panic when they notice he's crying.

"I'll slice him like a fish-" Takeshi begins to snarl before he's cut off by a gentle wave of his Sky's head. Tsuna smiles despite the tears falling from his eyes as he nudges a paper towards the two elements.

Dear Tsuna,

I have to admit, when you asked me to sponsor Mukuro to the Council, I had my doubts. All of us did. And you, naturally, had to defy all expectations again.

Rejoice, mio cielo, for today your Mist is free to walk underneath your domain again.

Yours forever,

Enma

"Tsuna, is this-"

"Yes," Tsuna whispered even before Fran finished his sentence. "It's real."

Fran flings himself at the brunet, who just laughs and wraps his arms around the Mist. "It's real," he whispered again, giddy with glee. "He's free."

And if Tsuna's sleeve was wet when Fran was pulled away by Takeshi, under the accusation "hogging Tsuna" no one commented.

No one had time to, as the elements soon remembered their initial mission an proceeded to manhandle/guilt-trip their Sky home.

"I'm a little concerned about the level of devotion which our brothers hold towards yours," Asari informed Giotto when the elements entered the cafe where their tutor had told them to arrive after their little excursion.

Giotto raised an eyebrow, unwilling to stop sipping on the hot chocolate which his tutor had presented him with when he heard exactly how far Giotto had been willing to go to bond with his little brother.

Daemon clamped his hand over Asari's mouth before he could say anything else, because he knew that complaining that their brothers were "over-protective" of his little brothers wouldn't really effect Giotto. He'd probably just cheer them on.

The Tenth Generation sat down and placed their orders, waiting for their tutor to put down the phone where he was telling the Varia about Fran's presence and join them at their table. When he did, Giotto immediately caught on to his tense form.

"What's wrong, Reborn?" he asked.

"I'm afraid," their tutor sighed, "that I don't have much good news." He paused for a second letting that sink in and noting with approval how each of them only minutely tensed.

"To begin with, your brothers medical records have been tampered with," Reborn started speaking. "There are...inconsistencies in their visits to the hospital that make me suspect that they go to someone else for treatment when they're hurt and not to the hospital."

"Do we have any idea who?" Lampo asked, his brows furrowing.

"I have a vague description, but nothing concrete so far."

"What else, Reborn?" Giotto asked.

The hitman paused, licking his lips to figure out the best way to deliver this. "Daemon, I think you should brace yourself."

"What?" the Mist questioned, confusion in his eyes.

With much trepidation, Reborn slipped him the note he'd received earlier. "This was given to the Vongola Mansion this morning by a Vindice guard."

Daemon was quiet as he read the note. He finished it an put it down on the table before burying his head in his hands. "What the fuck." he spoke brokenly. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Mental instability?" He glanced up at the Arcobaleno with desperation in his eyes. "Is he telling the truth?!"

Reborn shook his head gently even as Giotto guided his Mist's head to his shoulder. "We don't know yet, but we promise you," he vowed, "that we'll find it all out."

And so he would. He'd get all the facts with his Dying Will.

"Fluffy human," Kyoya greeted the boy when he woke up. "You're sick."

"I...what?" Tsuna mumbled, confused as fuck. What happened? There were flames and blood...

Tsuna abruptly vomited as the reality of what he'd done forced itself on him. He was vaguely aware of a hand coming up to pat him on the pat awkwardly as its companion forced a bucket under him. Nearly thirty minutes later, when Tsuna was bundled up on the couch with a glass of water near him, Kyoya leaned forward.

"Talk."

Words spilled out of his mouth like rivers and Tsuna found himself telling this stranger everything, no matter how much it sounded like a bad fiction story plot. His intuition, fully awake and conscious, told him that this boy would not mock him or disbelieve anything he said. He was safe. Warm, the same way Takeshi was.

Kyoya sat through the tale of extremely bad parenting and neglect with amazing poise, considering the anger welling up inside him. He panicked once when Tsuna started crying upon recounting how he killed the man ('You should have noticed that one of your citizens was in danger,' his brother's voice echoed in mind) before throwing caution to the wind and pulling the hysterical child in his arms.

When Tsuna left, well into the night, he was still pale and shaky, but he walked with a newfound grace. He stopped a few blocks away from his house as his intuition went quiet suddenly and looked up to see the shop-keeper who so often gave him candy standing in the middle of the path.

Kawahira's eyes were full of something like regret but his words were like steel when he spoke. "Hello there, Tsunayoshi. I apologize for keeping you from your house, but I'm afraid I have something I need to discuss with you."

*This was also what got Hayato's respect for Takeshi building in the coming years. To hear that his noble art was used to help Tsuna-sama in such a way flattered him.

%Yes he did. The sole reason they lived with it was to hear him call Byakuran "Fluff-ball"

/Versions 1 and 2 having been destroyed by Skull and Kawahira respectively.

^Alarming because Kyoya was called a lot of animal names, with the worst one having come from one of their enemies who called him "a retarded snail-skunk hybrid."

Late, late, I know. But hey, I wrote in two days, since I only got stable wifi after like, a month, day before yesterday. A lot of my personality bled into this chapter - my thing with science, with history, with authority. See, apart from Giotto and the others' presence and Tri-Ni-Sette stuff, the only thing I've changed in this story is that I didn't let Tsuna's classmates remain tiny ignorant dicks. Head cannon of mine - Tsuna was a delight to be around as a child. Everyone loved him and then the seal fucked him up.

So, mindless shit goes on in the front while a sinister plot builds up in the back. I'm thinking of doing a Skull back-story and plot things next chapter. Opinions?

Updated the chapter names because I had them lying around and thought well, why the fuck not?

Also, dear guest, I apologize sincerely if my tags bug you. However, any writer will agree when I talk about how hard it is to change writing styles mid-way. I agree that it's probably a thing of the moment, but then isn't everything? A time may come when I become ashamed of the fact that I used to watch anime, as horrible as that sounds. I simply have to accept that.

That you guys for the awesome support. Know that any spin-offs, one-shots or fanarts are welcome as long as I get to see them at least once :)

Stay awesome,

Until next time,

Arwana13