One day, Skull will write a book of how he became the ultimate drug-lord of South Italy who in-fact didn't deal in drugs at all. He thinks that it'll probably be named:

How to Revolution

by

Skull de Mort

Step One - Shoot your (asshole) boss in the (fucking) head. Don't look back.

Let's be real, Skull didn't expect to be left alone by his previous Famiglia when he shot their boss in the head and ran off to another fucking continent. This, though...this was a surprise.

"Please take over the Family as boss!"

Skull looked at the pathetic insect squirming before him with raised eyebrows. "And why exactly should I?" he purred. The Arcobaleno thoroughly enjoyed being in his adult body again: seeing the faces of the lackeys who used to sneer behind his back spasm with fear was just...beautiful. Oh he was going to milk this for all it was worth.

The idiot looked like he was about to shit himself, but the girl next to him maintained her composure incredibly well. "The Carcassa is falling apart, Master Skull," she explained in curt tones. "It seems that the late Don Carcassa was in debt with many Dons of the Camorra. In the days prior to his death, his was negotiating for the debts to be postponed or cancelled." Here, her eyes filled with slight malice. "As you well know, those negotiations were unfortunately cut short."

Skull smiled coldly before extending his bloodlust enough to cause the girl to shiver. "That is indeed unfortunate," he agreed, still smiling a wolf's smile. "However, any and all threats to my Sky must be eliminated without question."

That stopped the two for a second. The girl's eyes widened. "Your Sky?" she replied back dumbly.

"Yes," a voice came for the doorway. "His Sky."

Both the representatives of Skull's former Family watched in unchecked shock as Tsunayoshi Sawada entered the room, the now useless Sky Arcobaleno pacifier looped loosely over his thin neck like a cursed memento. He set down the tray of tea and sat quietly next to the Arcobaleno.

"Please, continue," he spoke in a soft voice, picking up a glass and sipping the liquid inside it. "I'm only here to advise when needed."

Awkward silence reigned, which Tsuna ignored with the patience of a trained-pro.^

When his tea was finally over, Skull slammed the cup down, ignoring the way it cracked the side. He opened his eyes fully, aware of the fact that the irises had turned golden the way they only did when he was pissed. "If you are done," Skull began, his voice poison soft, "staring at my Sky, then perhaps you could finish you useless drivel and get the fuck out."

Understanding for the first time that they were in a bad place, staring at the child Sky of the Strongest Cloud in the fucking World, the two stuttered the entire story out, filling in the details ("the Ozi Family has declared a deadline for their loans, if the money isn't with them by then, the Mafia war will engulf all of Palermo," "The right-hand of the late-boss is adamant on 'preserving his legacy,' he seems to think he's some sort of a regnant until the young Mistress is ready to take the throne. He'll drive the Family in war, ruled by pride as he is,") before stumbling out, still trembling, and swearing to wait for Skull's reply to their offer at a hotel.

"Ahh, what a hassle," Skull sighed, cleaning up the table and putting the tray away. "Really, why do they have to bug me now?"

He turned to Tsuna, who had his eyes shut, his backbone straight as if he were meditating. Skull frowned as he noticed the tell-tale signs of exhaustion under his eyes. "Tsuna."

The young Sky turned towards him, his eyes still shut. "Hmm?"

"You okay?"

One orange eye opened almost lazily and Tsuna pinned him with a look of bewilderment. "Of course I am. Why would you think otherwise?"

Skull raised his eyebrows before sitting down near his Sky and drawing the lines of the dark circles with his finger. "You haven't been sleeping," he confirmed in a solemn voice.

Tsuna leaned into the touch, his face dropping down until Skull's hand was over his forehead instead of his eyes. The Cloud's eyes narrowed at the high temperature, but Tsuna spoke up before he could comment. "It's been like this all month," he said. "Ever since the curse was broken...Gokudera thinks that it's fucking up my internal system by destroying the enzymes due to high temperature."

Skull made a vague noise of sympathy. The last few months had been tough on all of them, the stupid parallel world, the stupid parallel people, motherfucking Reborn. And really, Skull feels bad for parallel him, who will now have to deal with the barrage of stupidity which will follow (not to mention motherfucking Reborn,) but hey, better him than...him, right?

(Finding pronouns for parallel world counterparts will always be a pain in the ass - #fact universally acknowledged.)

At least now, Skull had time to prepare for the inevitable collapse of his visage. Poor parallel Skull - he shuddered to think of the conversation which would be occurring in that world right now.

"Do you want to do it?"

The Cloud looks down at the tiny figure in his arms with his eyebrows raised. "Don't you think you have enough projects on your revolution list already?"

Tsuna let out a laugh. "What, the war on Hell? Come on; it's just one war. Fran's saying that we'll win eventually anyway. Besides," he added with a wry smile, "I think that if we make Kyoya suffer any more illusion fights, he'll just commit genocide and then Fran won't even have a kingdom to rule over."

Skull laughed freely in a way that he was prone to do since he found his Sky again. "That's true enough." After he met the "knife-waving hooligan who had the gall to call himself a prince," Fran had been entirely to invested in the idea of having a crown himself. "He would find the Carcassa all too undisciplined."

Tsuna's lips pulled up in a smirk. "That's good. He's been itching for a good biting for months now."

And just like that, Skull's future sealed itself. All his plans of seeing the world now that he recovered his old body scattered in the wind with a simple conversation with his Sky. Skull knew that it was wrong to say so, Tsuna never once even implied that he wanted Skull to take over a Mafia Family for him, but still, for this little fae child, whose will could crumple the boundaries of parallel worlds like tin foil but whose enemies could crumple his body like the same, Skull would conquer the world.

But first, he had to get to the representatives and wipe their memories. Wouldn't want them to ruin the play of the game this early, right?

The Guardians would never admit that they're that thankful for Byakuran Gesso and his presence in their lives. Albeit, the gratitude was the kind you'd hold for a cat who peed on your shoes and made your depressed friend laugh. Not that Tsuna would ever enjoy their misery.

(Tsuna wouldn't know the meaning of true Schadenfreude if it danced naked in front of him - #fact universally acknowledged.)

As for Byakuran, this world was a mystery. He'd heard about it in the annual Mare Parallel world meetings (those were always fun - everyone brought different company marshmallows, marshmallow cakes, marshmallow pies - some Byakurans even brought their versions of Shoichi with them and watching him have an aneurysm by shouting "BYAKURAN!" and having so many "Yes?" answer his scream was always awesome,) where one Byakuran (the one who lived in the world where Tsu-chan was a doctor, if he was right) mentioned that he somehow stumbled into the world where the Vongola First Generation was alive. Naturally, they all got curious, because none of them had received any memory from the Byakuran of that world but the lazy asses they all were, they just decided to close their eyes and point at a random Byakuran, leading the one who had the most fingers pointing at him to make the trip.

(Byakuran logic is the best logic (for Byakuran) - #fact universally acknowledged)

Byakuran was already wary of this world - crossing its boundary had been tedious, as if the Tri-Ni-Sette wasn't functioning quite right. He entered with difficulty and immediately sought out Tsuna's unique flame signature to find his favourite Sky and sooth himself.

A look at the Tsuna of this world proved that something was desperately wrong almost immediately. Let it be known that Byakuran has seen a lot of Tsuna - as a teacher, as a doctor, almost always as The Great Sky, but in no world had he seen this phenomena. The Mare Ring sitting on Tsuna's finger was a bad enough surprise. The moment he saw the pacifier resting on his neck, Byakuran's eyes widened and he did something completely unusual.

Byakuran Gesso, leader of the Gesso Family, holder of the Mare ring and a third of the of the Tri-Ni-Sette Skies freaked out.

And as is bound to happen when overgrown, over powerful children freak out, the world around him exploded.

A LAND FAR AWAY, A TIME LONG...TO COME, I GUESS?

(a.k.a. doing name and time for alternate universes is a fucking nightmare, does anyone else feel this pain)

Vongola Decimo, Sawada Tsunayoshi was pretty much resigned to disaster when the doomed Week Of Gathering came. So was the rest of the Mafia world.

Vongola meetings were normally held in groups, because insanity in such large numbers was poisonous (or so Tsuna said.) But because Reborn was Reborn and no one loved Schadenfruede as much as the fedora-wearing menace did, he simply HAD to assign a week where the ENTIRE MOTHERFUCKING FAMILY AND ITS ALLIES met up. The Vongola 'mad house' was, unfortunately, also an 'open house.' And Tsuna, its main attraction, wasn't allowed to escape.

(It was necessary that a week like this existed because -

If the Vongola and its allies went without a dose of Tsunayoshi Sawada for a month, then someone's head was going to get cut - #fact universally acknowledged.

It was also necessary that this was only a week, instead of them all living in the same town or something because -

Sawada Tsunayoshi loved his Family, but if he had to deal with all of them all the time, the world would drown in blood - #fact universally acknowledged)

The third day of open-mad-house, and so far, just a couple of burnt down buildings. Or, you know, a dozen or so, but who was counting? Certainly not Tsuna, he never suggested this mad-house, no, this was all motherfucking-Reborn-

"Tame down your thoughts a little, dame-Tsuna," said motherfucker smirked from his position near Tsuna's chair at the dining table. "Pretty sure all the mothers in Sicily are covering their children's ears due to your filthy language."

Tsuna slammed his head down at the table. "Fuck off, Reborn," he moaned.

The hitman cocked his gun, "Don't get too cocky, dame-Tsu-"

"Wait, is someone missing?" Skull cut in before Reborn could shoot the boss. Tsuna sent him a grateful look, which he returned with an unnoticed grin as Reborn let a bullet loose his way for interrupting him.

Reborn fell into silent contemplation, his eyes roaming through the crowd gathered in the room. "Oi, Tsuna," he drawled, "Where's that Mare Sky of yours?"

Tsuna bristled like a cat. "He isn't my Sky, Reborn - wait, he isn't here?!"

The shriek attracted attention from the others in the room. "Haha, what's gotten you so keyed up, Tsuna?" Takeshi smiled, his eyes sharp.

Tsuna, however, seemed to on the verge of a panic attack. "Something...something's going to happen...Byakuran-!"

Tsuna shout was abruptly cut off as a BANG echoed throughout the mansion, following a flash of light outside. The young Sky was up and at his feet before anyone even had time to flinch, flinging himself across the room and out of the small window.

"Tsuna, you fucking idiot!" Reborn snarled, readying his gun before following his student. One by the one, all the guests evacuated until only one person was in the room.

"Ahh...this is going to be a pain, isn't it?"

Skull de Mort drank his glass of wine like one would drink whiskey and slammed it down. He didn't know why, but his gut told him he'd need it.

"Well, then, let's get this show on the road."

The first thing the Guardians saw when they arrived near where their boss was standing was that Tsuna seemed to have attracted a white coloured-leech.

Hayato foamed at the mouth, immediately going next to his boss and rippingByakuran off of him. "Jyuudaime! Did the marshmallow bastard bite you?! Jyuudaime, I don't want you to be effected with sweet germs! JYUUDAIME!"

Takeshi laughed at the scene in front of him, as though the Storm wasn't shaking the Sky so hard he wasn't able to breathe. "Come on, Hayato, Tsuna's fine." Abruptly, his demeanour changed as he glanced to the side where Byakuran was being held at trident-point by Chrome and Mukuro. "I'm sure that Byakuran knows not to pull of any stunt like that now."

But the Mare Sky was nothing if not stubborn. Oblivious to the killing intent leaking off both the Mists, he simply held his hands in front of him, opening and closing his palms as though he were asking for candy.* "Tsuuuu-chaaann."

Gently breaking out of his Storm's arms ("Hayato-kun, I'm okay, jeez, no one infected me, what the fuck are sweet germs even,") he stumbled along to the Mare Sky, pushing the tridents away. "Byakuran," he shook him when he doesn't respond. "Byakuran, what's wrong?"

With a wail, the Sky launched himself on the brunet again. "Tsu-chan, I panicked!"

Xanxus, apparently at the end of his rope with this shit, lit up one of his guns and growled out an impatient, "What the fuck are you talking about, trash?!"

Any further replies were but off by a new BANG as the clear that they were in was filled with light. Chrome barely had enough to time yank Tsuna away by the collar (Mukuro holding up Byakuran like a baby with a dirty diaper at the back) and shove him out of the way of the FUCKING TORNADO WHICH CAME OUT OF NOWHERE.

'Oh. Well, that's new', Tsuna thought.

"It's made out of Mist flames," Mammon screamed above the winds.

"Oh really, thank you for that insight genius! And here I thought that the nature finally decided it had enough of the fake-albino!" One day, Tsuna would find the person who taught Mukuro sarcasm and slaughter them. /

"Both of you, shut the fuck up!" Oh, Chrome was definitely getting more time off after this. If she hadn't been here this long, one of the two illusionists would've been killed.

Reborn silently held up Leon and fired three simultaneous Chaos shots into the tornado, only to 'tch' in annoyance when the anomaly ate them up. "We need Mist flames to get rid of this one!"

"You owe me, Vongola," Mammon spat even as he geared up for a triple attack with Mukuro and Chrome.

The three collapsed a minute later, panting harshly and glaring at the still swirling freak-of-nature taunting them.

"Whoa! What the fuck happened here?"

Reborn glared at the new arrival and spat out a, "Never knew you were retarded enough to be unable to tell the time, lackey," before focusing on the tornado, shooting it in tandem with Xanxus to no avail.

Tsuna looked at Skull with his eyes wide before abruptly shouting at Byakuran, "Did you accidentally drag someone from the parallel world you visited?!"

"Maybe," Byakuran replied, "I don't really know - oh shit."

He trailed off partly because Hayato shouted "It's like the Mist flames holding the illusions are multiplying!" and partly because parallel Tsuna was wearing a Mare ring and was surrounded by his Guardians and...

As one, he and Tsuna turned to look at Skull, horrified. Skull, his cheeks red from where Lal slapped him for being late while simultaneously debriefing him on the situation, looked back at them before his eyes widened with understanding and he shouted a loud, "NO!"

"What are you whining about now, kora?" Colonnello mumbled from where he was lying on the grass after Fon pulled him out when he tried to dive into the tornado.

"Haha, nope, Tsuna, I love you, you're my little brother and shit but I'm not going to do this, not here, not now, not ever," Skull hissed.

Laughing a little helplessly, Byakuran pointed out, "Skull, I'm pretty sure that if we're right, you're the only one who can do this."

"Skull-nii, please," Tsuna spoke up, his eyes going teary.

Everyone stopped and looked at Tsuna the way one would look at a train-wreck before eventually looking at Skull the way one would look at the person who wrecked the train their entire Family was on.

"Lackey, what the fuck is going on?" Reborn looked ridiculous, his fedora blown off, his hair windswept, usually immaculate clothes shaken - but he still had a smoking gun and he was Reborn so no one dared comment even if the cow looked like he wanted to bust a rib laughing.

He glared at him for a second before huffing in satisfaction as Lambo ducked behind Takeshi with a 'eep.' He'd teach the cow a lesson when this was all over.

"Tsuna...don't," Skull warned.

"Eh, I don't think you have much of a choice here, Skull-chan," Byakuran cut in, his eyes darkened with madness. "One of the people who I dragged with me through this world's boundary wasn't in the best of shapes when I saw him. And if this...protective streak of yours goes on any longer, we might not be able to help him."

Skull was silent before he started walking towards the tornado, as though he wasn't alert of the fact that Lal looked like she wanted to murder him where he stood. "Once I do this, Tsuna," he spoke with resignation, "I'm taking a long, long vacation."

"Ok, what the actual fuck are you guys talking about?" Lal, cut in, apparently done with all this bullshit. "And where the fuck do you think you're going?" She addressed Skull who was walking towards the tornado.

"Get the fuck back, all of you."

Xanxus growled. "You've got guts, telling me what to do, bitch-"

"Xanxus, it's fine." Tsuna spoke up. "You all...should listen to Skull-nii. He's got this."

"Once this is over, we're having a long, long talk, dame-Tsuna," Reborn said sharply even as he gave the signal for retreat. A minute later, there was an invisible barrier separating everyone from the illusion and the Cloud standing in front of it.

Another minute passed - mist filled the clearing, visibility took a dive, no one could see anything anymore. Panic reigned as unknown bloodlust forced Lambo on his knees.

Another two minutes - sound of the tornado lessened, the winds stop blowing around.

Five more - the mist cleared up, finally some semblance of calm (although, with Squalo still shouting "VOII!" loud enough to match the tornado, calm is something that the Vongola Family can never have.)

And finally, with the clearing empty of all unnatural phenomena, they are able to see the illusionist who made the illusion and those who he was protecting.

"Motherfucker," the Arcobaleno Skull whispered.

"Indeed," the ex-Arcobaleno Skull smiled, all teeth.

Between them, the Vongola Family gaped, looking first the grown version of the stuntman, then the small one and finally settling on the tiny figures of the Vongola Tenth Generation.

And, as if to top it all off, tiny Tsunayoshi Sawada took one look at his alternate self and promptly fainted on the shoulder of his worried Mist.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"

Well, Xanxus, they all would like to know that.

Story time : Skull and Tsuna's friendship was actually a bit of a joke in the eyes of the Family and they never failed to remind them of this. They prominently being Reborn and the rest of the Arcobaleno, with the Varia thrown in as a side-dish. The rest of the Guardians just watched Tsuna with careful eyes and realized that he knew something they didn't and kept their mouths shut.

Fact time : Skull had no intention of ever telling anyone apart from Tsuna and that omniscient bastard Byakuran of his abilities with the Mist flame.

Reality time : Well, fuck, there went that plan.

"Lackey, what the hell was that?"

"How the fuck did you use Mist flames?!"

"That's fucking impossible, kora!"

"Guys, I don't think this is the time for Q&A," Tsuna said, worriedly looking at his younger counterpart.

Reborn broke out of the one-sided staring match he had going on with Skull and started glaring at Tsuna instead. "Don't think I've forgotten your part in this, idiot student," he glowered before stomping over to the younger version of the Vongola Tenth Generation.

Skull panicked as he saw Reborn approach him where he's standing next to their visitors and promptly squeaked a "I'vegottogosorryseeyouguyslaterneverbye," before disappearing in a whirl of Mist flames. As the Sun snarled, the younger version of the Cloud winced and looked like he wanted to follow, but held still for his charges.

"Don't even think about it," he cut in coldly before Reborn could activate his sun flames to heal the child. "Tsuna's not flame compatible with people from alternate worlds. Not to mention, they," gesturing to the Kyoya and Mukuro, who'd come in front of Tsuna protectively, forming a circle, "would try and gut you before you get even two feet closer."

(The elder versions of the two looked like they'd been betrayed by their bosom twin at the sight of their counterparts working together. It was hilarious, but Tsuna didn't dare laugh. Not right now anyway.%)

Tsuna walked past Reborn, nearing the children with an easy smile. "Hey," he said, extending a hand to the child version of his Storm. "I suppose you already know this, but hi, I'm Tsuna."

He heard both versions of his Guardians snort softly in laughter and held back a chuckle himself. Honestly, their younger versions were too cute.

"Do you want to go back to the mansion?" he asked, keeping eye contact with the younger Storm. If this person was anything like Hayato, he would not appreciate an adult not looking him in the eyes.

"Hah, like that would happen," Gokudera snarked. "Sorry, Tsuna-sama's clone, but I, for one, have been given the 'don't follow strangers who offer good things' speech wayy to often."

Tsuna could feel Hayato burning his counterpart with his eyes. He sighed before gently explaining, "Tsunayoshi could rest there and you guys could tell us what happened. We'll figure a way to get back out, okay?"

Skull sighed before telling the children to break the circle and allowing the Family to see their parallel younger boss. "You can't help us here, Tsuna," he spoke, voice weary. "When Tsunayoshi wakes up, he'll take us back to our world himself."

Every inch of his intuition shrieked when he saw the condition his younger self was in. No wounds decorated his body apart from a cut on his forehead, but the Mare ring and the Sky Arcobaleno pacifier told him that something had gone wrongwrongwrong better than any physical deformity ever had.

Tsunayoshi stirred, sending all of the younger Guardians in a panic. It's actually...pretty hilarious, seeing them run about like headless chickens.

(A glare pressing into the side of his head told Tsuna that his Cloud had once again used his creepy expression skills to hack into his mind and catch that thought and he was not happy with it. Whatever. The bastard could deal for now.)

Tsuna sank further down, uncaring of how Gokudera was cursing him out for being near "Tsuna-sama" and being held back by Yamamato or how Hayato was cursing his counterpart out for "disrespecting the Tenth, you little shitstain," and being held back by Takeshi. He focused on his younger self and smiled when his eyes fully opened and widened upon seeing Tsuna.

"Motherfucker," Tsunayoshi breathed before Tsuna can even think of a greeting to make this less uncomfortable.

He sighed and smiled again, a little sadder this time. "Indeed."

The war that breaks out among the drug lords in South Italy is not grand at all - the death toll is probably the lowest it has ever been in a Mafia War. The primary reason for this is because Skull isn't trying to eliminate cogs - he's going after the entire system.

That doesn't make it any less dirty. The effects of the war would be felt until all of its participants died, maybe even after that. Skulls plays dirty, right from the point when killed the ex-boss' right hand by staging a coup to when he starts using the heiress of the Family as a figurehead. He feels a little sorry - she's a nice girl, really, doesn't even shout when Skull tells her that she'll be a puppet ultimately, but that might be because she's met Tsuna once and had immediately fallen in love with him.

He turns to tactics, pull a classic Opium as he uses the drug supply to turn the lackeys of the other Families into mindless addicts ("Better broken than dead,") before abruptly changing directions because Tsuna looks like he's going to cry ("They're just pawns, Skull-nii, it isn't their fault, whywhywhy do people always have to suffer?!")and creating a concoction so strong that it turns people into mindless zombies craving more with just one lick("My mother isn't exactly happy that I'm asking her for Opium seeds, but I normally get away with anything when it's for Science," Shoichi shrugged). He brings it to the bosses as a sample (they sneer at him, calling him the Arcobaleno Dog, aware of the fact that everyone thinks he's the weakest and he feels no remorse when he uses the Mist flames he's woven into the drug to rip open the minds of their right hands ("Can't have you mutts poisoning the boss, right?"))

Within a few years, the a lot of the scene has changed and he deems the heiress ready to take over, going back to leading the largest Militia in the world (he bumps into the Vongola heir at Mafia Land and watches with disgust as Reborn kicks him down over and over again. Years with Tsuna and the rest have led to him forgetting the kind of abuse the Vongola deals on their own on an everyday basis and he's grateful to this world that Tsuna wasn't made the heir.)

By the time the Militia is in the condition it was before ("We don't just look for quantity, we look for quality,") the filth of the underworld has started to accumulate again. Offshoots of the Adinventi haunt the streets, Estraneo, Almeila, so many others and Tsuna worries at his thin frame when he goes back to check on him. He sighs and smiles, agrees to let them take small jobs from him, gets in touch with Kawahira who tells them how to train, how to steal (because he'll be damned if he lets any of them go on his jobs, Skulls hold no illusions about who is he is, he isn't an avenger or an assassin, he's a serial mass murderer who's killing off Family after Family, cog after cog to try and stop that huge machine and his hands are stained with blood enough to fill the fucking Amazon, but Tsuna and the others are cleaner than him and they'll stay that way.)

He keeps in contact with the Parallel world Vongola who're concerned out of their mind for Tsuna ("Is the cure working? Is he better now? What do you mean he weighs 37kg, he's fourteen! Wait, what do you mean you weigh 45kg you're just above twenty years physically! Skull-san, that's not healthy, you need to eat, I'm getting Byakuran to bring you all food.")

He laughs and smiles and kills and lives and eats and -

-finally, finally, begins to heal.

(Skull hopes that his alternate self is better too, because Tsuna is excellent no matter what dimension but he's not magic, can't heal all wounds no matter how much he want or tries too. At the very least, he hopes that Reborn hasn't killed him for lying consistently to the Strongest Seven yet)

^Tsuna ruled at awkward silence. Primarily because silence was rare and awkward or not, he was going to relish in it, fuck you very much.

*Reborn and Tsuna suspected that being omniscient came hand-in-hand with being the mental age 5 constantly. However, Tsuna, the sucker that he was for little children, was never able to deny Byakuran when this happened, much to the frustration of the others.

/Tucked away in the afterlife, Daemon Spade shivered as a sudden lintany of "IDON"TWANNADIE" came up in his mind before reminding himself that he was already dead, what could do him harm now? (The answer - so much, so so much.)

%Story of his fucking life - he lost half his sleep because he was too busy laughing or crying at the events of the day in his bedroom. It eventually got so bad that Reborn started to fill the room with sleeping gas before Tsuna decided to have all the rooms in the mansion soundproofed.

So, how weird was that?

Breakdown of chapter because timeline is weird. The entire thing takes place in the past, hence the absence of Giotto and the others. I've read a lot about revolution in the holidays and I wanted to put it to use, so we have Skull's War Against Drugs, which takes place after the part that's not italicized. Some of you might have realized that the Parallels are the ones who help Tsuna get rid of the Arcobaleno curse in this world and that Skull starts the Drug War after that. I just...wanted to elaborate on the characters a little bit. Also, a lot of people asked me to write more Skull.

Older Byakuran from canon world (TYL or not, up to you guys,) goes to a parallel world which isn't giving memories to him via Mare Ring. He sees Tsuna with the Mare ring and Sky pacifier, freaks out, ends up dragging everyone who was near him (Tsuna, his guardians and Skull) to the canon world when he tries to escape. Skull uses his Mist flames to make a tornado to protect Tsuna while canon Tsuna gets his Skull to dispel the illusion. The background (in italics) is just a BAMF Skull interlude that takes place after they come back from the canon world. Hopes this clears everything up! :)

Next chapter would be confrontation 1, along with the Varia (!) coming to town (or at least, making plans to do so.) Also, plot in the next chapter, finally.

This is late partly because I've spent the last few days listening to Vicetone's new song - Nothing Stopping Me, almost aggressively. That song is freaking addicting and I recommend it to the entire world.

Also, damn so many followers, I'm kinda shocked. The fic's writing style is weird because I'm just stretching my legs into a lot of different territories here. Sorry if that bugs you guys :(

As always, read, review and stay awesome,

Until next time,

Arwana13