People often forget that at the end of the day, Fon was still a storm. Even more so, Fon was a Hibari. And when he felt the new guardian bond latch onto his sky, when he felt the other bond "crowd" into his own, his already tenuous grasp of the raging storm within him (Tsuna had been in danger after all, and he could do nothing but stand there, ) snapped.

With a snarl on his face he was closing distance fast and with a swift strike the boy was down. He distantly hears Tsuna's distressed "Fon!" and muses at how better that sounds without any honorifics when he notices that someone was trying to block each of his strikes.

When the thick maelstrom of rage that settled over him lightened up he could see his Sky standing between him and the prone form of her second storm guardian. Fon slows his strike to a halt, finally catching up to what his actions had been and promptly pushes down the flush threatening to dust his cheeks.

In front of him, his Sky was panting. She was already hurt and he had added to it as she protected the other storm. Guilty, he relaxed into a more neutral position and moved closer to her. He looked into her eyes and found her watching his actions cautiously and he feels even more shame at what he found there. He almost lost control. Again. And over something so stupid.

Fon slowly raises both hands to take hold of one of Tsuna's arms, still raised to defend herself, and turns it this way and that to inspect the damage he has dealt. He thinks of what has happened. Of the sheer rage inside him he swore to push down and what, of all things, had set him off.

There was once a time in his life when he was as violent as his nephew. As a storm, and a classic one at that, he found thrill at being in the heart of battle. Of diving headfirst into a melee and raging on and on till either he or his enemies were spent regardless of cause or physical injury. How he blew up at the slightest of provocations and walked away unflinching from the aftermaths of his temper. He was so reckless, so arrogant, until one day someone else paid the price for his temper.

He swore never to lose himself to that rage again.

Fon shook himself out of those memories. Reminiscing lead to guilt and wallowing and obsessively training to center the storm inside him. But maybe he needed that. To master the storm within. If their Sky was strong enough to form multiple bonds, bonds that made him loose focus enough to rage and hurt his Sky, then maybe he needed to keep training. To keep a hold

"Are you okay, Fon-san?" Her eyes bore into his, soft with concern and something in him crumbles. He almost hurt this. He could've killed her. He could have...

"I...I liked it better when you called me Fon..." he shakily responds, trying for humor to mask how shaky he is. How terrified he is at the thought of hurting her.

"Hey," she speaks up again, catching him before he fell into the dark abyss that was his mind. "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me too much. It just goes to show that I need more training." She smiled so brightly, so trustingly and Fon's heart aches a bit more. His sharp eyes soften back into their passive calm and he gives her a gentle pat on the head even as the others approach them.

"Normally I would blackmail Shamal into coming in and playing doctor...," Reborn didn't even have to finish the statement before Fon's turbulent eyes met him in vehement protest. Reborn merely smirks infuriatingly, not at all ruffled by the animosity in the martial artist's eyes. "...However it would do no good for the vongola decima to receive treatment from a known lecher. I shall heal her myself."

This time Fon did look at him with emotion. Shock was written all over his face. It was known fact, at least amongst the Arcobaleno, that Reborn didn't heal. He didn't want to be a stereotypical sun. He didn't want to be a healer or martial artist. He said it was below his dignity. And not once, in all the years they spent together, has he seen the sun use his flames to heal. Except now.

Reborn's fingers light up in a gentle glow that Fon has never seen the hitman use anywhere other than his partner Leon. Gently, tentatively, he brushes his fingers through the Sky's hair, cups her cheek then traces his hand down her neck and back before bringing it up again to her shoulders and tracing her arms, one after the other.

Fon silently fumes at this. He knows the hitman didn't need to touch her as much as he is doing. He was skilled enough that he simply needed to channel his flames through one spot and could manipulate it from there. The smug smirk on the bastard's face meant he knew exactly what he was doing, knew that Fon knew what he was doing and knew that Fon can't do anything about it.

Tsuna sighs as the warm seeps into her bones and it is enough to distract Fon before he gets too irate again. Honestly, he has gone so long keeping himself centered that he almost forgot what rage felt like. It took his little sky to get him to lose control.

Behind Ietsuna, Hayato groans and the Sky is quick to bat away Reborn's attentions to try and patch up the other storm.

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Hayato stirs and finds himself all bandaged up in a soft cosy bed. He distantly hears the earlier rain guardian's laughter. He is the loudest and most distinct amongst the group but the rest comes to him in an indecipherable mass of murmurs and hushed tones.

There's a tug somewhere deep inside him, and he realizes with a distant sort of loneliness that he wants that too. He wants to be part of it too. Just as the loneliness begins to set in again, the door to the room opens and he is warmed all over as he sees relief in wide brown eyes.

"I knew you'd be up," she spoke softly, smiling. "I'm really sorry about what happened, Gokudera-san. Fon-san simply took offense at me forming another storm bond," she looked entirely sheepish but Hayato could only stare gobsmacked. Fon. She had a guardian bond with Fon. The Storm Arcobaleno. And she ended up harmonizing with scum like him too, tainting that bond.

"Hey." Before Hayato could further sink into his thoughts, Tsuna cuts into it. "Come on. They'd like to meet you." She offers him a hand which Hayato takes and she drags him down the stairs, not at all minding, or maybe noticing, that their hands were still intwined. When they reach the foot of the stairs and she lets go to clean up her already spotless hair, Hayato almost feels cold from the loss of her hand in his. Still, she turns towards him and smiles brightly before walking into the living room where he knew the other guardians were waiting.

He goes for a head count and tallies up 4 guardians not including Reborn and he wonders where the absent one is. He has read the files Reborn has sent him after all and knows that all she's missing is a Mist at this point.

"Alright, introductions!" Tsuna chirps from where she stands at the center. Hayato stands half behind her, cautious of the new crowd he was about to be brought into.

"I'll start with the ones you don't know first. Lambo Bovino, my ward and lightning guardian." Hayato sees the eleven year old lazily dozing in one of the floor cushions raise a hand before curling up even more to nap and his eye twitches at the lack of infornality but the Sky just giggles and he bites down his protests.

"Takeshi Yamamoto, my rain guardian."

The jock earlier smiles and waves, before his eyes turns sharp and his smile feels threatening. A chill runs down Hayato's spine as he speaks. "Ne, Gokudera-san..., try not to threaten the Hime again. I'm sure we'll get along fine." The bite disappeared just as soon and his smile was all genial instead. A natural assassin according to his files. And unflinchingly loyal. Good.

"Kyoya Hibari. My cloud."

She gestures towards the prefect leaning against the corner, quite a distance away from the rest of them who simply glares at Hayato before going back to ignoring all of them. A classic cloud with quite the power and territory. Formidable and quite a lose cannon to anyone that isn't their Sky.

"And well, Fon-san who is my other storm guardian."

"I apologize for my earlier actions, Gokudera-san. I hope we could keep the Sky safe together," the man simply bows deeply in greeting and apology and Hayato nods sharply, determined and glad the powerful man accepted him as a fellow warrior.

"Ah and Reborn, of course. My sun guardian."

Here Hayato's mind breaks just a little. Reborn. The reborn. Was her sun guardian?? Just how powerful was their little sky? The hitman simply smirks arrogantly, tipping his fedora to acknowledge Hayato whose breaths are picking up as his head spins with what's going on.

Everything fades to blacks again.