Tsuna was just relieved to be home at last. There was nothing like the comfort of being in your own bed, millenia of memories not needing sleep nonwithstanding. Tsuna missed being at home, left to his thoughts so that he could finally sort out the mess that is his brain.

As much as he loved Takeshi and Hayato, there is no rest to be had what with their incessant bickering. Sometimes Tsuna wonders how much of it was true animosity considering the effort Poseidon put into acting like an oblivious moron just to piss Athena off. Takeshi seems to be doing the exact same thing.

Lost in thought of the people he once lost, and those of them he has found again, he drifts off into sleep.

Tsuna sucks a harsh gasp when he wakes somewhere else entirely. He senses the dream for what it was but something feels off.

He stands before a palace of bronze and dark stone and while others would flinch away from the sheer horror and dread emanating from the place, Hestia only smiles fondly.

And he is Hestia now, as much as he is Tsuna. He still looks like Tsuna, feels like Tsuna but his flames wrap around him like a mantle in a way no mortal body could carry. They suffuse his very being and like this he has no trouble accepting who he is. For he is Tsunayoshi, as much as he is Hestia.

So lost in introspection he doesn't notice the other presence nearing until it startles him out of his reverie. "Oya oya, what is this." There, standing at the top of the steps leading into Hades' palace stands Mokuro, both eyes a violent red.

That was why it was off. He was in a dream, as much as he was not. A realm built of flames and willpower, possibly a retreat for Mokuro to run off to in the depths of his own mind.

How curious that it would look like the underworld.

"Brother...," Tsuna calls out without thinking. It was so easy to forget. Especially now, standing in his brother's realm, it was easy to make himself believe that he wasn't that alone. That before him was Hades, smiling indulgently at Hestia even when all the world was burning.

Tsuna instinctively ducks his head, eyes tearing up even as he chastises himself. Mokuro doesn't remember. None of them do. He is all alone in this world...

"Hestia."

Tsuna's head snaps up and before he knows what he's doing, he's throwing himself into the arms of his older brother. His flames flare as he sobs, relief and anguish burning in his very soul. It warms his soul when indigo flames wrap around Tsuna just as fiercely, laced with the longing and love his brother held for him.

"You remember. You remember. You remember..." It was all Tsuna could say in between sobs as cold arms wrap around him.

"You should never cry, Hestia. You should know that. You make me want to destroy the world that keeps hurting you," Mokuro, Hades mumbles into Tsuna's hair and it startles a laugh out of Tsuna. She has heard those words and all it's iterations a million times before.

She would always hide in the underworld when their family squabbled too much. Would always end up running to her brother and crying in his arms while he threatened to destroy everything that hurt her.

For all their flaws, her family loved her without fail.

"Hades," Tsuna chokes out as he finally begins to calm. He looks up to the other who wipes her eyes with a gentleness no one else has ever seen. "Mokuro."

His smile turn wry even as he leans down to kiss Tsuna's forehead much like ha has done all those years ago in a time long passed. "Tsunayoshi," he responds.

"How?"

"That is a long story dear sister. Won't you come inside?" And she does. She allows him to lead her up familiar steps into a throne room with a roaring hearth at the heart of it. Together they ignore the throne entirely and instead sit around the fire, Tsuna instinctively leaning into Mokuro who wraps an arm around her.

"You've already heard most of my story, haven't you?" Mokuro talked after a while and Tsuna hums in response. "I was sold to the Estreneo at a young age. And well, given the strength of my flames, it meant I made for a good lab rat."

Tsuna grabs hold of the hand wrapped around his shoulder and Mokuro squeezes her hand in response before he continues on with his story. "They wanted to see, if a human could harness the powers of hell. They were studying the hell rings, and they wanted to see if they could make a weapon out of me. Except, hell welcomed me like it was home."

"At first I thought something must be wrong with me. To find more comfort in hell than I do here, but after the first time the dreams started. Dreams of millenia long past, of days long gone where I was a god and the world trembled in fear at my feet." Tsuna doesn't even stop himself from flicking Mokuro's nose, the action drawing a surprised laugh from the other teen.

"Then they sent me again. And again. And again. Each time I came to what they called hell, what I later learned was the underworld, the more my memories awoke. The more my power returned to me," here he looks at Tsuna, his eyes flitting from kanji to kanji, speeding up until nothing is left but a bloody red. "They said I have the ability, to cast illusions so strong they become real with my eye. Tell me, Tsunayoshi, are those not the powers of a god?" He huffs out a bitter laugh at the words and Tsuna squeezes his hand again, reminds him of where his is, where they are. That he has family and he is safe.

"I was still too weak however. I was still mortal. At least, my body was, and it couldn't handle all of my abilities. I was never supposed to unlock all my abilities as quickly as I did. So I had to limit myself. I had to pick which ones I needed and channel them through one eye. Any more and I'd probably burn this body out."

"I woke up just three days ago," Tsuna admits and Mokuro hums at her to continue. "My father sealed my flames when I was five. It robbed me of everything, considering how much of what makes me is flame. I became dame Tsuna, who cannot focus, cannot think, has no coordination and barely any resolve or aspirations of his own. Reborn had to shoot me, just to get my flames to come out but soon after the seal would slam shut once again."

"Then the ring battles happened. The moment I touched the rings, my flames answered the call and I just snapped the block. I passed out for a day apparently and when I woke up, I remembered everything." Tsuna looks at Mokuro then and sees malice in his blood red eyes, no doubt directed to the father who has sealed her. "Did you recognize Hayato and Takeshi?"

The distraction tactic worked and Hades begins snickering at the thought of the pair who were ever bickering. "Even in this life, they couldn't resist arguing, couldn't they?"

They spend the rest of the night talking about the family they lost, and those they have found again. Of what they want to do and where the world will take them.

Tsuna is just glad he isn't alone anymore.

An: Riiight! So update! I ended up writing a couple of these. So enjoy. These will be chronological, but will focus more on characters and character development instead of story line so... Eh.Think what you will of it. Enjoy!