Exile: I live! I don't own!

And you people can thank Jenniferee for giving me some idea on how to start off this chapter.

This chapter is dedicated to Lunakatsuma, my little sister in all but blood.

To Harm Those Who Hurt the Sky

Palermo, Italy

"Good job, children. With this…" a bishop and a rook respectively moved into check positions, leaving the white king with only one escape route and two possible sacrifices, "the Vongola are going to end this generation."

"That was so boring," Aryanna Rottura complained, sitting down on one of the plush cushions in the office. "You'd think that the Decimo Guardians would be nearby their Sky, but no, they're off and the sky was cracked when we got there! I was hoping that the young Vongola would prove somewhat of a challenge, but fifteen minutes later he climbs over the fence to jump off the roof. I mean seriously, the Vongola are idiots."

Arturo snorted, sitting next to his sister and partner. "Agreed, sister. That was dull. I'd say that we can go out for another mission right away, right now."

The man across from them raised an eyebrow and smiled darkly. "I know the perfect mission." After this, he moved the black bishop and rook near the white knights, one of which was the white king's main defense. Then he stood up and went to a filing cabinet, taking out a file and sliding it across the desk. "There you go. Have fun, just don't break him as fast as the poor Vongola."

"Yes, Boss," the two chorused. Arturo stood up first, taking the file from the table and regarding it carefully, a wide smirk appearing on his face. Curious, Aryanna yawned before standing up to peer over his shoulder, her slate-grey eyes taking on an excited twinkle.

"Quinto, you know how to pick out the best missions for us!" she exclaimed, taking her brother by the hand and prancing happily out of the room. Both bowed to him before exiting the room, the doors closing right behind, softly.

Rottura Quinto chortled at his nephew and niece's behavior, going ahead and knocking the knights down after several moves. Leaning back in his chair, he allowed himself a self-satisfied grin. "Let the Vongola Alliance fall and the sky break~,"

As they waded through the crowd of minor henchmen in the cafeteria, the female twin opened up their mental link. Fun fun fun fun! She rambled.

Arturo rolled his eyes, evading an elbow. Of course, whatever you say, dear sister. I hope that this one proves to be more interesting or at least somewhat of a challenge.

It's gotta be! I mean, the Vongola's allies are going to be wary now, right? Aryanna replied, sticking her tongue out childishly. Don't be a spoilsport!

"Meh." Unblinkingly, he ducked a flying fork. Why is it that there is a food fight every time we come down here? He grumbled. It makes me rather go drop by some cheap fast-food restaurant.

The other scoffed. As if, she retorted while narrowly dodging a thrown drumstick, you love the food here too much.

Arturo glared at his sister, who simply stuck out her tongue again. So when shall we go for the new target? He inquired, changing the subject. The pandemonium around them grew louder as the dinner hour officially began, and he gritted his teeth in irritation.

Howsabout tomorrow? Aryanna piped.

Tomorrow sounds good. Preferably after breakfast, though.

Yaaaaaay~!

Aryanna's mental cheer was cut off when a cheesecake slice splattered into the back of her head. Arturo promptly shut off their mental connection to shut up the sudden curses she had thought up. The woman froze, turning around with an ominous grin and when the cafeteria saw that they had accidentally struck one of the Don's favorite agents with a cheesecake, the hole area quieted down. "Who. Threw. That?" she ground out, looking intimidating with her tall stature and six-inch stiletto heels.

"Che," a random person said, breaking the silence that had followed her question. "Oops, I clicked my tongue," they continued in monotone. Aryanna stalked over to the person, a boy of no more than eleven, maybe younger.

"Look here, shrimp," she snarled, grabbing the child's collar and raising them to eye level, "little kiddies don't belong here."

The boy looked thoughtful for a moment before sticking out their tongue with a rude, "Sorry, but old ladies don't belong here anymore than people my age." Then the kid dissolved into Mist. "Look, obaa-chan's eyes are so old she couldn't tell that she was holding a fish." The crowd dissolved into laughter as Aryanna squeaked, cringed, and dropped the dead fish that she had been holding.

"I touched its eyes! Ew, ew, ew!"

From the sidelines, Arturo's eyes narrowed. For such a young age, a person able to manipulate Mist Flames enough to trick Aryanna ...that kid had skill. Putting on a diplomatic smile, the man strode to his sister, grabbing her arm and hauling her to her feet. "Sorry for the commotion, everyone," here he gestured the kid over.

"What's your name, kiddo? You have pretty good Mist Flame abilities. I'm Arturo and this is my sister Aryanna. We're in charge of the Mist Squad here," he introduced congenially. The boy looked at him with a deadpan expression, then hopped over in front of him. "Hey, maybe you can get skilled enough to communicate mentally like we can. On second thought, you wouldn't be able to. Communicating mentally is a specialty of Rottura bloodline twins..."

The child looked at him somewhat curiously. "Ot. You can talk to each other's heads?" he asked in monotone. The twins nodded.

"Want to learn some tricks, kiddo?" Arturo offered, eyes glinting excitedly. He knew talent when he saw it. Holding out his hand, he asked casually, "What's your name?"

"…"

Dino was in the infirmary, breathing raggedly as his Boss ring burned bright with sparking Sky Flames. Romario looked at his boss worriedly. The blond had been like this since around noon, which was apparently the same time that the young Decimo had attempted suicide. Now was three o'clock, and school was just letting out. He had arrived here just in time to see the Vongola Gears desert their owners, and had witnessed someone that looked like the Decimo, but had brighter, fiercer eyes and held himself like a Don, drag off four unconscious Guardians. He didn't really know what to think, especially with that odd, foreboding jagged phenomenon in the sky that resembled a crack.

"Little …bro …Tsuna …I'm sorry …" Dino muttered incoherently. Romario looked alarmed as his Boss's flames suddenly flared up and the blond shot up from the bed, eyes full of alarm and horror. Romario was immediately set on edge, but before he could do or say anything, a whip shot out to block a thrown tonfa.

From the window, Hibari glared at Dino ominously. "Horse-herbivore, you don't deserve the right to call the omnivore your little brother," he stated coldly. Romario could only observe as Dino's eyes seemed to fill with regret, and his Boss's left middle finger twitched, a sign that Dino was feeling upset with himself.

"Where …is he? Where is my lit-" he was cut off by a thrown handcuff this time. Hibari spun a second pair on his forefinger, eyes filled with ill intent. Dino looked indignant for a moment, but the look in the Cloud's eyes made him seem to falter. "Fine, where's Tsuna?" A second handcuff hit the wall.

"That's Tsunayoshi to you, supposed older brother of the omnivore," the prefect continued. "If you know what's good for you reflect on your past weeks' actions and figure out what your measly Sky Flames might be able to do with the crack. If you do not," here the killing intent increased tenfold, "I will bite you to death."

Dino laughed nervously, a habit from dealing with the teen for a while. Hibari gave him one last cold glance before leaping from the windowsill to somewhere. Dino sat there on the infirmary bed, eyes slowly glazing over. Then he turned to Romario, who gulped. "So, Romario," Dino said conversationally, "do you think you can explain this weird vision I had of Tsuna throwing himself off the roof?"

It was at that moment that Shamal sauntered into the room. "Well, if you are feeling better now, do you think you can get out? I don't want any men polluting the air around me," he sniffed. Romario had to resist the urge to not toss Shamal out the window as Dino smiled benignly and dragged his subordinate out the room as if he hadn't been coughing up blood three hours ago.

Sometimes Romario hated being the Cavallone Famiglia Sky's right-hand man. It meant he was the one that always had to break the bad news. Let's just hope that he isn't in complete Boss mode right now… he prayed.

A little while later after a terse, to-the-point explanation, Dino blinked several times, staring at his hands. Romario leaned against the wall, looking at the very interesting tiles. "I'm..."

"Boss, I'm sorry to say this, but you and four other Guardians unintentionally left the Decimo alone too long and too distantly," Romario cut in before Dino could say anything. "All five of you share some sort of blame for not being there."

Dino nodded slowly, slouching in his chair. "Have they found out the reasons yet?" he asked weakly. "What event pushed Tsuna to ...to suicide?" It hurts to say the word "suicide" and "Tsuna" in the same sentence, he thought foggily. The two words were just so foreign, so far away from each other. And yet now they could be used and actually make sense.

He frowned at the reply he received, "No, but we are right now running down all possible scenarios. It is obvious that Tsuna-san attempted suicide ...voluntarily, but there is a chance that someone may have increased his depressed state. We have eyewitness that a helicopter was seen flying away from the roof after hovering there for a good twenty minutes."

Romario smiled a bit as he saw life spark up in his Boss's eyes. "Romario," Dino stated in his usual voice, "tell me more."

The man 'hmm'ed a bit, "Well, for one, Rokudo-san already got cracking on all prospective families that may have been the ones sighted today and contacted the Decimo. Apparently he sent out some spies to the field. Also, the Arcobaleno, Millefiore, and Varia have been pulling their connections for information. Hibari-san also is patrolling for any sign of the people."

Dino's eyes glinted. "We're joining the hunt," he ordered. "Now, do the Shimon know about this yet? I'm sure Enma was ill today, hence none of his Famiglia bothered to come."

Romario grimaced. The Shimon Famiglia's reaction might cause an earthquake, he realized with horror.

Contrary to speculation, it wasn't only the Skies that felt the fall of the Vongola's piece of the Tri-ni-Sette. Enma had been in bed with a fever that day when all of a sudden, their Shimon Rings began acting up.

Shittopi's Ring had begun its weird activity first, the whole house sinking slowly as the foundations fermented, nitrous gas rising from the ground and leaving holes in the earth, which the house sunk into. Adelheid had reacted immediately, turning on the hose and spraying it everywhere, using her Glacier Flames to calcify the ground and stop the house from going down any further. Unfortunately, her Ring decided to rebel at that moment, leading to a house covered with ice. However, then Rauji's Ring decided to go haywire too, earth spikes popping up from the ground and making the house lean precariously on one side. "What the hell is going on?!" Adelheid snapped. Before anyone could say anything, Koyo's Ring decided to activate, leading to a house that had leaves plastered to every square centimeter of a wall encased in calcified, hardened water. "Control your Rings! What's happening?" And then after that, the River Ring decided that it wasn't just going to be inactive while the other Shimon rings went whack, leading to River Flames flowing out and causing the house to start sinking again. After that, the Desert Ring flared up, leading to turning the whole landscape surrounding their house into the illusion of a lava plain, magma fissures exploding and flaring up.

It was at that moment that a slightly feverish Enma woke up. One glance at the situation outside and his confused Guardians and he yelled, "G-Gravita dissipare!" The Earth Ring flared up and its gravity effect sucked all of the Dying Will Flames of the Earth nearby into itself, reversing the effects of the momentary destruction and havoc. "W-What happened? A-are you all okay?"

"We're fine, Enma," Adelheid said tersely, looking around to assess the damage that had been done. "What worries me though is why our Flames went haywire."

"Geez, man! What the heck was that? I've never created such a rad illusion that fast before!" Julie exclaimed, holding his hat to his head. Adel whacked him upside the head for his childish response. "Ow!"

Enma looked at everyone worriedly, and then…

his nose twitched. "AAAAACHOOOO!" he sneezed loudly, right when the Earth Ring went into its gauntlet form. "E-eh?"

A projection appeared in the air, everyone instantly recognizing it from the Inheritance Battles' memories. "C-Cozart Shimon? Shimon Primo?" Enma cried in disbelief.

The red-headed apparition nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. Cozart Shimon appeared to be a rather tall, kind man with a short mop of unruly red hair, much like an older, matured version of Enma. "Hello, Decimo Generation," he spoke in stilted Japanese. Everyone either bowed respectfully or was too stunned to move. "Do not be so formal with me, children."

"Shimon Primo…" Enma whispered in an awed voice. This was practically his only contact with someone directly related to him after the Flood of Blood incident.

"Earth. Glacier. Forest. River. Swamp. Desert. Mountain. All seven of you…" here the ancestor's projection from the ring blurred a bit, "help the Vongola. Support the Sky and don't let it fall. Don't let the Earth break…" Cozart wore a pained expression and started fading back into the ring.

Enma moved first. "W-Wait! What do you mean? How are we able to see you?"

The ghost's lips moved inaudibly, and then he explained, "We are the Shimon. The Earth remembers us… and carries on our memories… until the Tri-ni-Sette falls. I will see you again… please be careful…" with that Cozart's Will faded completely back into the ring.

The seven stood there, still incredibly stunned at the two events. First their Flames go out of whack, and then Shimon Primo himself communicated through the Shimon Earth Ring. "What do you think he means by help the Vongola? We… nothing's happened to them, right?" Adelheid asked, confused by the cryptic message.

"We better go to the school to find out, pi," Shitt. P said abruptly.

Julie's expression was completely serious now. "You know, judging by what the old man said," this earned him another whack on the head; "our Rings are linked to the Tri-ni-Sette in some way. This must mean that something bad happened, to make our Flames go out of whack," he assessed calmly.

Enma straightened up, fevered state completely ignored. "We need to find Tsuna and make sure he's okay," he commanded in his Boss tone.

And now the holes are closed

But the crack's still there!

Arcobaleno, Shimon, Vongola, Mare

Don't let their work be deposed

Or else the Sky and sky will break and decompose!

Together?

Forever?

Faith was broken

And now Nemesis will appear

In full glory and wrath of the fallen.

Perched upon a large rock in the center of the clearing, Giotto allowed himself a crooked smile as the former Decimo Guardians began to stir. Maybe they would be able to realize the extent of the damage that they had unknowingly done on Tsuna before any word of the attempted suicide reached the rest of the Mafia. If the Arcobaleno appeared as the new Decimo Guardians, then suspicions would arise and untold chaos could happen. But he needed to first see how the former Guardians mental states were.

"Mu, twinsie-senpais, were are you taking me?" Arturo and Aryanna's newest member of their squad asked.

Both gave him cheery smiles. "We're taking you to see the way that a real Rottura carries out assassination missions!" they synched. "Look forward to tomorrow, kiddo!"

Halfway across the world, Mukuro looked up from his tree near Kokuyo Land with a dark smirk.

Okai people, if you can't figure out who the kid is, then... *facepalm* Also,

I thank you all for liking this fic so much! *takes deep breath* I LOVE YOU ALL! *coughs, hacks* I can't yell at all unless I'm imitating Germany's "EVERYONE, SHUT UP!"

Do you guys want to know the stats for this fic? 132 reviews, 6,185 hits, 5 C2s, 148 faves, and 170 follows. I couldn't have gotten it this far without all of you! Thank you again!

Also, I've gotten one or two questions that I want to address now: One, Tsuna's relationships. None of them will have reciprocated feelings in this fic, as I am trying to keep it strictly gen. If you guys want, I could do a few oneshots with alternate endings, but not at the moment.

Two: Now are you all reassured that Dino isn't dying out in the hallway and the Rottura will get smashed for what they did? Good. And hey! there's the Shimon family! Yes. Finally I put them in there because I needed to put them in this chapter, not anytime before it.

Anyway! Thank you again, all of you! Now time to go finish chapter three of No Logic...

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