A/N: Just couldn't resist trying to write this kind of story!

Summary: Tsuna couldn't believe it. Those dreams, all those memories, being Vongola Decimo, the mafia, and his guardians… For the first time ever, Tsuna unleashed his flames, and the Sawada's residence exploded.

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"… Vongola rings, Varia, Millefiore, Arcobaleno…"

Tsuna held his throbbing head, mumbling all the names and things he'd seen and heard in those strange dreams. His brain felt like it was going to explode, as overloaded with information and memories as it was, but a single memory replayed itself over and over again in Tsuna's mind.

Blood.

Crimson, sticky, blood.

Tsuna's limbs were shaking. From shock, fear, or exhaustion, he wasn't sure.

Blood, so much blood. They tainted almost every single one of his memories, whether they were from 'playing', 'training', 'fighting', or 'attacking'. There was just so much blood, too much for him. Sure, blood from bullying and scrapes he could handle, but not the kind he'd seen in those… dreams.

The blood he saw had felt much more serious. It wasn't just a red liquid that oozed out whenever he tripped and scraped his knee, but the life essence that leaked out into horrifying pools of scarlet. People died without it.

He could feel the power inside him ready to burst. His flames.

It was overpowering, the urge to let it go, to feel that familiar power and calm flow through him, the warmth on his hands and forehead. It was as though his body had lived through all those memories and his flames had been accumulating, pooling into a dangerous amount of power.

But those very flames had drawn blood before. It had caused people pain, suffering, and much more. These flames could kill. These very flames that he felt incredible urge and apprehension to release…

"Guardians… Hayato, Takeshi, Big brother, Mukuro, Kyoya, Chrome, Lambo… Reborn."

Tsuna's new found flames were unleashed, and the Sawada residence exploded.

Somewhere in Namimori, three people fainted, each feeling something burning painfully inside of them.

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"T-tsu-kun…?"

Tsuna head was pounding, and when he finally managed to crack open his eyelids (which felt like it weighted a thousand pounds), his vision was blurry and unfocused. He shook his head and blinked a few times to clear his sight before gasping, choking when smoke got into his lungs. "Mom!"

His mother was trapped in a small mountain of wood and stones, hands over her mouth to try to prevent inhaling too much smoke. Tsuna now realized that the smoke came from the burning ruins of what used to be their house. "Are you alright?"

His mother could barely nod at him, lest she bumped her head into the debris above her. She wasn't really being crushed under all the wreckage. There was a small cave formed by several planks of wood, and Nana had a little space to move. Albeit not very much, it was better than nothing.

"Yes, I'm fine, Tsu-kun. A-and I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?" Tsuna inquired, crawling closer to his mother. One of his ankles stung like crazy, and he somehow knew that it was just sprained or twisted, not broken.

"I was just cooking dinner and then the house e-exploded… I must've accidently done something to the gas... Oh, I'm so sorry, Tsu-kun, I should have been more careful!" There were tears collecting in Nana's eyes by the time she finished. Normally, the sight of his mother's tears would've made Tsuna feel like a part of him had died and torn between comforting her to the best of her abilities and storming out to beat the living shit out of whoever or whatever had made her cry. That 'whoever' was usually his dad.

But this time, he was torn between comforting her and beating himself up. His mother was crying, thinking that this was all her fault when it was really Tsuna's. He was the biggest idiot in the universe for making his mom cry, Tsuna decided, but she came first.

"It's not your fault, mom. Maybe the gas just malfunctioned, or the wires were getting old. It could never be your fault and you know it, mom."

That stopped the flow of tears, but Nana's eyes have yet to dry. Seeing that made Tsuna want to kill himself 6 times, bring himself back to life, and ask Mukuro and Hibari to beat him up again –

Tsuna almost ate dirt when he stumbled at the thought of his 'dreams/memories' episode. He could imagine it crystal clear in his mind, Mukuro smiling creepily with that sadistic glint in his mismatched eyes, the trident in his hands glinting eerily in whatever light there was in the background. And Hibari, the ever stoic expression with a hint of bloodlust, tonfas gripped tightly.

Mukuro scared him, and even in his dreams, Tsuna could sense that bad feeling that always accompanied the illusionist whenever he was nearby. Hibari was imprinted in his mind as the blood-thirsty prefect who bit anyone who disrupted Namimori's peace to death. And yet, another feeling conflicted with the foreboding Tsuna could feel inside of him.

A feeling of safety and warmth.

Mukuro was still a creepy sadist with a weird hairdo, but he had another side too. Tsuna could see that he truly cared for Chrome, maintaining her illusionary organs even after he had his own body back. Heck, he only became the Mist Guardian to protect Ken and Chikusa! He had also saved Tsuna before despite his claims of resenting the Mafia. He'd saved him and his family before by delaying Byakuran and helping in the final battle. This, of course, was denied with Mukuro saying that he still needed Tsuna alive to possess him. Somewhere very deep in his twisted black heart, he had the ability to feel compassion. Somewhere very, very, VERY, deep.

Hibari was the same (he would beat Tsuna up into a pulp if he even suggested that he had something in common with the illusionist, but that's just how Hibari was). A noble solitary cloud that watched over its family from far away, never held down by anything or anyone.

Namimori was an exception.

Tsuna had his ass saved countless times by Hibari too, his guardians as well. Helping Yamamoto in the Ring Battle, bouncing the ring up to Gokudera, saving the Rain Guardian and Gokudera from Gamma, and a whole lot more.

They were his eternal nightmares that would haunt him even after death (Mukuro could come visit him in hell. Tsuna was a Mafioso), but also his… friends. Frenemies would probably be more accurate. Probably.

Nana's sudden coughing shook Tsuna from his thoughts, and he immediately reached out for his mother.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" But Tsuna knew the reason after a single glance around him. The fire was still growing, and the smoke was getting thicker. Where're those goddamn fire trucks when you need them?!

His mother tried to answer, but her coughing worsened when she opened her mouth and even Tsuna was starting to cough lightly. He had to get them out of here, but how?

Slowly, Tsuna's gaze drifted down to his hands, admittedly expecting to see his Vongola Ring on his finger, as it always had (in his dreams), but only seeing his bare hands. He clenched them, thinking about the blood that been shed by the power he was wishing for now.

Had he killed anyone in those 'memories' before? As far as he could recall, no, but nobody can remember everything perfectly. Maybe those dreams had skipped over them.

Tsuna was already sensing a strong longing for those pure sky flames, just aching to light up his hands and forehead with them as easily as breathing…

One look at his mother hardened his resolve.

'I need to get out of here,' Tsuna concentrated hard, brows furrowed. 'I need to get mom out of here before she breathes in too much smoke. I need to save her, now.'

Tsuna couldn't suppress his excitement when his subconscious brushed against familiar warmth. He wasn't sure whether the sudden heat emitting from his hands and forehead was his imagination or not, but it felt great. He could just feel the wind whipping through his hair as he propelled himself into the sky, the bird-eye view of the world he always had in the sky, taste the cleaner air from above…

But there still weren't any flames.

'Why isn't it working?!' Tsuna wanted to scream. His mother was already showing the signs of feeling faint. 'I need to save her! So why won't they appear when I need them?'

Tsuna was on the verge of going hysterical at the sight of the flames closing in. Those were definitely not the flames he needed.

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Hibari has only fainted a few times in his life.

The first time was when he was a mere child. He had a high fever, and naturally, his young body had fainted, too weak battling the illness.

The other times were in fights, the last one 8 years ago, and Hibari hasn't fainted ever since, clinging onto consciousness when others would have passed out. He always fell unconscious after beating up the herbivores, so it wasn't like he really lost or anything. He was a carnivore, and he was different from those weak herbivores. He was strong.

So you can imagine why he was pissed when he came to. Hibari Kyoya did not pass out in random alleys, no matter what the reason.

But there was another thing that caused his irritation.

Something was just tugging on his insides, as though a magnet had been planted inside of him, and some outer force was trying to pull him to its side. It was irritating, to say the least.

Hibari sat there for a moment, trying to figure out why he had fainted, and just what this pull inside of him was. He was only shook out of his thoughts when the pulling turned into a urgent burning, as though something was happening, something that he would regret if he didn't do something about it now.

Now, Hibari didn't really believe in that Fate crap, but he did believe in his instincts and senses. He decided to check this thing out, whatever it was. There wasn't much else that he had to do, after all. And so he stood, exiting the dark alley.

'Where to now…'

Just when he was about to go down the right path, Hibari's sharp senses immediately caught a faint whiff of smoke coming from the opposite direction, and it was growing stronger by the minute.

Fire!

Was that why he felt a burning heat in him? Hibari wondered, shooting off in the direction of the acrid tang the smoke gave off, noting the orange glow of flames that emitted from over a few buildings.

'No matter,' Hibari thought firmly. 'Someone was disturbing the peace of Namimori, and they will be bitten to death.'

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Tsuna's vision was starting to blur from all the smoke he'd inhaled, and his mother was worse than him, although he has to credit her for not fainting. She wasn't the one who'd been trained by a Devil's Spawn of a tutor. A thought tickled at the back of his mind.

'How do you know that it actually happened? It could've all just been a dream. A very crazy dream.'

Tsuna decided to ignore that part of his brain. There were more pressing matters at hand. Like, for example, the flames that were now bigger, and still growing. Tsuna coughed, his lungs feeling scratchy and it was taxing now to breath. Their oxygen supply was declining…

Where're the fucking fire trucks?!

Tsuna was definitely about to faint, because he was actually swearing, even if it was only in his mind. Oh, and he was seeing Kyoya now, glaring down at him…

Wait a minute, Kyoya?

"Kyo – Hibari-san?"

"Herbivore." The prefect's eyes seemed to narrow and something flickered in his eyes, but it was gone before Tsuna could be sure. Tsuna hoped that he didn't hear the almost slip of his name. That would take some explaining and maybe a few trips to the hospital. Besides, Tsuna was pretty much delirious.

Speaking of delirious…

"My - my mom. Please… h-help my mom," Tsuna heaved one of his mother's arms onto his small shoulders, trying to get her out of the burning ruins. It was a good thing that Hibari disliked doing things the long way, as the bloodthirsty teen had smashed right through one of the house's walls, leaving a huge gaping hole for them to get out of. The downside was that the extra oxygen was feeding the flames, which meant that they had to get out, fast.

Hibari merely stared at Tsuna, and the brunette began despairing, thinking that Hibari wouldn't help him. He was still weak from the smoke in his lungs, and he was barely able to hold his mother up as it was. How could he get her out of here without help?

Tsuna jumped when Hibari wordlessly broke eye-contact with the boy, slinging Nana's other arm around his own shoulders, broader and stronger than Tsuna's. Said boy was immediately flooded with relief, smiling at Hibari as they made their way out. So he was right, Hibari had a soft side too.

Once on the streets, Tsuna was surprised by the crowd in front of them, all whispering and pointing at them. Hibari, on the other hand, was irritated by all the herbivores crowding around in front of him, but he held it in, deciding that he couldn't very well leave the boy beside him to support his mother all by himself and bite those nosy herbivores to death. Strangely, it was much easier to ignore them disobeying his orders with the boy standing next to him, as though he held some kind of soothing influence that was calming Hibari.

They heard the sirens of the fire trucks before the red trucks themselves came speeding around the corner, screeching to a halt in front of the remains of Tsuna's house. One of the firemen stepped out, shouting orders at the other men, organizing them into teams to distinguish the flames still engulfing the house. One of them took notice of the trio and stepped over.

"Excuse me, but are you three residences of this house?"

Tsuna fidgeted, adjusting Nana's arm on his shoulder. "Um, yes… me and my mom."

"I see," The fireman nodded before turning to Hibari. "And you are?"

The man regretted ever approaching the three when Hibari turned his icy glare on him. He recognized the teen, of course. There was probably no one in this town that didn't fear him after all.

"Herbivore."

"Y-yes sir?" The fireman said nervously, holding a hand up to salute the prefect. He could feel his hands and forehead beading with sweat already, and he gulped when Hibari didn't stop glaring at him.

"Why were you late?"

"W-well, you see, there was a minor malfunction with the alarms, so no one in the station was alerted until the neighbors of this boy here called us…"

"If you're late ever again, I'll bite you to death for your tardiness."

"YES SIR!" The man shouted, positively terrified by Hibari.

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Tsuna was feeling extremely awkward and he kept fidgeting, twiddling his thumbs, shifting in his chair, running a nervous hand through his soft brown hair, etc.

The reason for his awkwardness? Easy, the demon prefect staring at him.

Tsuna didn't even know why Hibari had accompanied him to bring his mother to the hospital and stay with him. To be honest, it seemed like Hibari didn't know either. The raven-haired teen just kept staring at him, as though Tsuna was a puzzle that he couldn't solve.

"Uh… would you like to sit, Hibari-san?"

"…"

No answer, but Tsuna sort of expected that. It's not like Hibari was ever the talkative type. Some apparent dream/memory wouldn't change that fact.

"Um, Hibari-san, thank you for saving me and my mom…"

"…"

"I can repay you if you want. I know that you don't really eat much… uh, I could make you lunch?"

"…"

"Hamburger?"

"Bring it to the Disciplinary Committee Office at 12 O'clock sharp."

Huh, typical. So Hibari does like to eat hamburger. Maybe those dreams are useful after all.