Warning(s): Shitty Grammar, OOC (especially Tsuna's and Kyoko's), mild language (Unbeta-ed)

Achromatic Sky
[7] Dissolving Mist and the Young Lion [Part 2]

Lambo had never been the one to care at all, he was just there from the sidelines, watching as he bawled his head off to tail-haid (I-Pin), and never interrupted. He sometimes wondered if there were things that he should be paying attention to, then again, as he had mentioned he had never been the one to care. All he wanted was his candies, his playmates, and nothing more. Although, now that he thought about it, he always demanded for Tsuna-nii's attention.

It was pure intention, nothing intimate, nothing less. A refuge he seek from those arms that held him tightly as if he was their own. Lambo was smart, if he could be, and he caught up on things even if he was whining louder than what a passerby could hear from a construction site. Perhaps because he had been under the care of his father – the Boss of the BovinoFamiglia, the one that was considered as weak as a puppy, but had the weapon that no mafia Families had – he had been used to just ordering, yelling, and crying nonstop demanding for anything he wanted.

He listened, sometimes bits by bits from the conversation between Tsuna-nii, Baka-Natsu, and that Reborn (he still didn't like the hitman and constantly blowing up the hitman's head which the hitman annoyingly dodged with ease. So much for his effort, but still there was a good part where he would cry, nonplussed, and Tsuna-nii would hug him until he stopped. It was endearing really and kind of mesmerizing because Tsuna-nii was more like his mother, than what Lambo presumed Tsuna-nii as his brother). He could tell, from what I-Pin had transpired to him that there were problems regarding Fuuta, his other playmate.

He knew he shouldn't poke his nose in their businesses, considering they were most likely would be things that he wouldn't be able to follow, but he couldn't help the fact that he was worried for his other playmate, Tsuna-nii, and grudgingly for Baka-Natsu too (he wasn't worried about Reborn. Lambo considered Reborn as formidable, that bastard Reborn would never die – in Lambo's opinion anyway). So when his big brother came, carrying Fuuta and Baka-Natsu with him, Lambo suppressed a smile, before throwing a tantrum since Tsuna-nii was late.

Lambo may be a spoiled little brat, but he knew how to be considerate in his surroundings. He may not like how Fuuta was all over his big brother, being carried into his big brother's room, Lambo knew how to share.

Tsuna-nii wasn't only his, but others as well. There was that Chinese guy that Lambo couldn't understand if the other was the same as Reborn (who's annoying and obnoxious), tail-head, that woman with scary food, and Reborn himself, they were all part of Tsuna-nii's life. So, when night came, and Tsuna-nii was sent to that place where it was all white, Lambo had settled on walking alongside with tail-head, not minding if Tsuna-nii hadn't even greeted him a good night.

Tsuna-nii always surprised him, those eyes that always looked at him with care and gentleness that he had only seen within his mother's eyes. He wanted to stay at Tsuna-nii's side together with Fuuta and tail-head, but the nurses were gallingly persistent so he cried enough for the entire place to hear his bawl until they let him stayed over. The nurses had no idea how big his smile after that.

He puffed his cheeks, not bawling like how he did earlier, his eyes opened the whole night, counting one-two-three inside his head as he lulled to sleep, and turned around when he heard Tsuna-nii's bed moving. He walked towards the bed and Tsuna-nii held out his hands to him.

"Come here, Lambo," Tsuna-nii had said, whispering so much that Lambo thought he may had missed the words if he hadn't been paying attention.

Nodding, Lambo hopped on Tsuna-nii's bed, silently as he could, and waited for his big brother to sleep. And that was when he found himself being hugged with Tsuna-nii's arms, his body flat against his big brother's chest as he felt his big brother's low breathing. His eyes began to flutter, with Tsuna-nii's ministrations on his hair, Lambo was closed to falling asleep when he felt warm hand on top of his head. Looking up, he saw Tsuna-nii smiling down at him.

Patting his head, Tsuna-nii lifted him up, and warm lips pressed firm on his forehead. Lambo smiled, innocently beaming as he was set down, his breathing was even as he settled himself inside Tsuna-nii's arms.

"Good night, Lambo," the words he last heard when his eyes closed.

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Tsuna knew it had to be his fault. Staring atLambo's form, nuzzling on his neck had something he had never thought he would experience as long as he lived. It felt foreign and strange, but not in an unpleasant way, after all he had never been in anyone's contact until the baby hitman came to their doorstep, and started invading his brother's life, and of course, he had to be included.

He wasn't sure why, but he felt kind of nice. Feelings that he had never felt before and he had never been so terrified – terrified to the point of peeing on his pants, really. It wasn't healthy, to say the least. Because Yamamoto, he didn't know had the scariest smile he had ever seen. He had never seen someone who could smile that scary and those eyes that looked at him so stern, so motherly, and so caring. Not with hatred, but with care. Scolding him like a child he had never been.

"If you hadn't called me, what the hell did you think I was doing? I was worried as shit, running around like a lost chicken because I couldn't find you nor Gokudera in any of the places I thought you all would be! Damnit, Tsuna, how could you just do that and expected me not to fuss about it?!" the baseball player bombarded, eyes that looking so cold, yet so tender at the same time. Tsuna felt so ashamed but he couldn't understand what was wrong on what he had done. He just had to save his brother, why couldn't Yamamoto see that?

As if sensing his thoughts, Yamamoto looked at him with pained eyes, eyes that Tsuna swore he would never like. "Tsuna, I just need you to understand. Icareabout you, we all care about you, but if you couldn't see that, then we were doing it all wrong." Yamamoto stepped forward, letting his forehead touched Tsuna's forehead, eyes that made Tsuna go cross-eyed, and then Yamamoto laughed, at the same time the baseball player's warm breath caressing Tsuna's face. He flushed.

"I just need you to understand, Tsuna," Yamamoto spoke, his breath making the brunet hitched as he looked into those eyes that were looking at him hard.

"Don't scare us, me like that."

Tsuna nodded automatically, anything that could make Yamamoto inched away from his face. He flustered, his eyes as large as he nodded his head vigorously when Yamamoto moved away. He heaved a sigh.

Yamamoto smiled and the brunet was left stunned when Yamamoto slung his arm around his shoulders, and pulled him closer, his face flat faced on Yamamoto's chest, and he could hear every bits of Yamamoto's heart. He smiled.

Tsuna sighed, his hold for Lambo tightening as he closed his eyes, trying to regain the sleep he had been feeling earlier. But remembering Yamamoto's words left him stun, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of being delighted. He had never been yelled at, nor paid attention to because he was always the person on the background, never being the main, and never leading. He was he who always walked in the background, unseen, and quiet.

He breathed, sighing as he felt the cold glass from the window again. He had never felt so crowded before, always alone, always standing in the middle of nowhere, and never been with anyone else. His brother on top and he was at the bottom. It was a cycle he had always known, memorized, and predicted. He was the shadow behind his family, the black from the white, and never had he been invited from the color of white.

Tsuna's view for the world had always had the shade of gray, not perfect, and not organized. It was something he had learned. The cruelty, the unfairness, it was always black and white, but he had never forget the shade of gray because he reminded himself always. Not to be swayed by the sheer of black and white and always looked at the other side.

Perhaps it was justice, something out of experience that he never wanted anyone to experience other than himself. The feeling of being ignored, neglected, and set aside, he never intended anyone, even strangers to have the same fate of feeling that suffocation he always felt when he was ignored by his family, most of the time.

He was pitiful, pathetic, he knew, but he never envied. Those hugs he rarely gets, if he was even hugged by his own parents, he didn't know. All he knew was that, he was just there, standing alone at the background, and never had he seen the light.

So to speak, Yamamoto's action surprised him the most because he never knew whether anyone cared or not. Whether anyone was nice enough to even ask him if he was okay. He told himself to get used to it and he did, but every day, since Reborn came. He knew he was changing. He was not the Dame-Tsuna he was used to be. He was not someone, that someone who was a push-over, never fighting back, he was not that guy, far from it. He was Sawada Tsunayoshi now because…

He had a family.

Reborn, Fon, Lambo, Fuuta, I-Pin, Bianchi, Yamamoto, Yamamoto-san, (and Gokudera-san too, he just hoped he wouldn't be strangled by the bomber in case the bomber had even suspected him of treating the bomber as his friend. The conversation the other day said so much, after all) they were his circle of friends. His family. And he would never let anyone touch any of their hair.

And if anyone, even his own brother did so much as touch any of his friends, he would never have it down. Be it him being the one who got hurt, just not to let anyone touched his family.

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HibariKyoya had never felt so humiliated in his entire life. He was always the superior, the one that took all the herbivores' respects with his strength. He was formidable, not caring, and always liked the solitude he always got. He was like the cloud from the sky, always alone, taking the independent stance, and never looking back.

But now he felt utterly mortified. He was defeated and it was done by an annoying stranger who called himself, "The Destroyer of Mankind," if anything, the name was ridiculous, and crappy. But Kyoya learned from how much times he had encountered such eccentric beings not to judge the other by the cover, and he had picked the decision better.

The man was nothing special. Just an annoying herbivore who sympathized with pity, really, and Kyoya hated that kind. But in his own mortification, Kyoya learned to respect the other's strength. Those eyes that could rival his steely gray eyes, and those hatred that he couldn't fathom where it was coming from, but Kyoya was sure the regime was quite huge. The hatred was anything but a hoax, it was all real, something that could be the strength pushed into that herbivores strength.

And hatred was Kyoya's jurisdiction. Kyoya hated a lot of things, everything actually, but he had made quite exceptions. Including small little animals that he found amusing and learned their ways, and found out that most of them survived later than what a carnivore like him could have. It was amusing and certainly a light that lightened up his view in people.

But that kind of herbivore he faced the other day was a low-life, not someone he would respect for its herbivorous actions. He hated revenge. Kyoya would never live that low. If anything, he was more of the direct person rather than attacking anything with secrecy. He wanted his opponent to know his strength, to be scared of his strength, and to be respected, and that's how Kyoya viewed a battle he would so much wish he could have.

Although not as quite as exciting as he felt from that omnivore Sawada Tsunayoshi, the herbivore he fought the other day made him kneeled on his two knees. Something that would never had happened if that herbivore was not a con. Using illusions against him, using his weakness he had never had the idea until he remembered that strange man with white coat, and then banged him with those annoying trident of his. Damn it.

He swore once he had seen that man again, he would finish the other off.

Although, now he was confirmed of his own suspicions.

Sawada Tsunayoshi really was an omnivore Kyoya so often heard and read about. Weak looking, no sense of superiority, tripping over nothing, couldn't decide whether he was an idiot as everyone else said or a smart guy who didn't intend to show off his skills, but during the battle Kyoya had seen quite the creature he had been waiting to meet.

Not a carnivore like his own, but a different mortal that landed on his jungle, an omnivore of the other side. Kyoya, of all people wanted nothing but to bite that omnivore to death. See if the omnivore really was the person he had seen the other day. He had to make sure.

And now that he was looking at those eyes, he was sure of it, (he pulled out from the hospital earlier and dragged Tsuna from his hospital bed, and they both went to the parking lot where there's a lot more space. Not that it would matter really, if HibariKyoya was involved. Nothing was safe) this Sawada Tsunayoshi really was a unique being.

Tsuna on the other hand wasn't even sure if he should be mortified because apparently HibariKyoya knew of his room number or be scared shitless because the prefect just had to wake him up in an unholy hour to demand for a fight.

(It was a good thing he didn't make his appearance known to the prefect the other day. He hadn't seen the prefect since the other day when he found the prefect lying next to Fuuta's form and sent him to the hospital along with Gokudera. He thought Fuuta and his brother should be sent to the hospital as well, but Reborn insisted on him walking back to the house first. Then the next thing he knew, all three of them were sent to the hospital though, Natsu was on the other side of the hospital. Not wanting to deal with his 'bunch').

"…Hibari-san?" Tsuna called meekly, whimpering when the other's eyes looked directly at his form. Goodness, he had never been this scared. Tsuna could deal with his bullies with nothing words exchanged or even spare them his looks when they beat him up, but Hibari-san was quite the odd one. He wasn't sure if he should make a run for it or stay, and listened of what the prefect had to say.

He decided the latter. He didn't want to die after all. Sure he could manage to save his ass off if Hibari-san decided to have his head off instead. Really, Reborn's constant verbal insults was safer than standing opposite from the far end against Hibari-san while panting.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi," Tsuna hitched when he heard his name called by the prefect's cold gaze with that voice full of authority and nodded silently, urging the other to continue. He didn't have a choice to begin with. "You will be training with me every day after school," the prefect finished. His gaze never leaving Tsuna's form and Tsuna tried to understand what the prefect had said.

"Wha-?!" Tsuna was losing his sanity with this meeting, and just settled on letting his thoughts translated when he looked at the prefect. His stance changing to standing up straight. He was losing to this confusing verbal exchange.

"Your attacks are surprisingly strong-,"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Tsuna interrupted, not entirely sure why he had done such a thing. Cutting the prefect off was like asking for a fight, which Tsuna was solely not wishing to have now. He just needed rest. All the things he had experienced, the encounter with Angel-san who he still didn't know the name (Reborn was keeping all the information to himself and asking his brother about it was just asking for trouble because Natsu was giving him these looks that Tsuna swore that if looks could kill, he would be dead by now) left him exhausted, and the forewarning he couldn't quite put a finger on.

Kyoya twitched but didn't say anything. Which was surprising, if anyone was there to see. Kyoya had never liked being interrupted. And as much as he hated crowding, he still had to go all the troubles of talking during the assembly in Namimori High because the principal of the school insisted on him at doing so. And because he had a duty, as the principal had put it, he was forced to talk during the assembly which always resembled hell to Kyoya.

So many herbivores herding to their flocks, then chatting animatedly which always sent Kyoya on the edge, and was practically forcing himself out not to draw his tonfas out, which Kusakabe would always remind him not to do so. "This is a normal meeting, Kyo-san. Please refrain yourself," and Kyoya was forced not to do anything about the crowding. So when he talked, he was the only one talking, no one was interrupting, and no one was creating unnecessary noises if they didn't want him to bite them to death.

"But you lacked at confidence. All you do is swung your fists and hopes it will land. That is not how you fight. Although, I'd like to have a talk with your sensei. He seems rather good at turning you into like… that," the prefect continued, ignoring the omnivore's protests of being ignored, and gestured his bloodied tonfas to the omnivore's form.

Kyoya walked past Tsuna, tapping the other's shoulder as if congratulating the other for surpassing his suspicions, and then retreated to nothingness. Tsuna on the other hand had to wonder if this was a dream or not. Then Reborn had to come and smacked him over the head, before dragging him to his hospital bed, and forced him to lie on his bed. And when his eyes began to flutter again, he murmured which not went unnoticed by Reborn who was sitting next to Tsuna's bedside table, drinking his espresso, and smirked.

"What the hell was that?"

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"Reborn," the man curtly nodded, his eyes sharpening as those beady eyes were looking at him. Expression unreadable, as always. Damn. He laughed, scratching the back of his head as he kept his right arm on top of the cushion. The hitman nodded in response, taking a look around before those beady eyes settled on him again.

"It has been awhile," the hitman replied, his voice turning sharp as he eyed the man. Reborn still didn't want to register the man was actually here, in Namimori Japan, and in the Sawada's house. But Nono had informed him weeks ago. Something about the decision of which would be the beholder of the rings.

"Indeed. And it is quite the scene I caught you there," the man replied smoothly, running his fingers through his blonde hair as he took note of the things he had seen earlier when he lodged. There were nothing different about the house, just slightly few changes from here and there, but when he stopped at his Tuna-fish's room, he didn't quite understand why there was a huge closet a few meters away from his Tuna-fish's bed.

And then when he walked out of the room, he saw the hitman was lodging on his Tuna-fish's shoulder, and his son, Natsu was at the back looking bored following as they all entered the house. There were lots of children, he noticed. Children that he knew were anything but ordinary. Lambo Bovino, a candidate boss for Bovino Famiglia, Fuuta De La Stella, the ranking prince, and Fon, the Storm Arcobaleno (he was sure the little girl was a student of Fon's if the uniform was any indication). And the woman following after was strange indeed.

He settled on waiting before walking down to greet his son, Natsu. They grinned to each other before his son made a run for his room to dress up because he and his 'tou-san would go out. The man smiled at his son's back before settling his eyes on his Tuna-fish.

"Ah, how are you my dear Tuna-fish?!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air, before tackling his Tuna-fish on the ground. His Tuna-fish however didn't hug back, only stared at him, before pushing him off of his Tuna-fish's body. His Tuna-fish bowed before quietly saying as his Tuna-fish walked past him.

"Welcome home, 'tou-san."

And the rather large group he had seen earlier bowed their heads too. First was that tall-boy with a huge grin plastered on his face, but he could see that the teen was eyeing him suspiciously before following his Tuna-fish upstairs. Then next was Fon, who he noted was looking at him strangely, before Lambo Bovino ran past him, not even bothering to be polite, and the two children walked past him, muttering some sort of greetings.

Well, that went nice. He thought.

And that was why he was left here, alone, with Reborn looking at him as if he had done such a terrible deed. Which Sawada Iemitsu knew he had not. Or had he? He didn't know.

"Why are you here?" the hitman prodded, his fedora covering his eyes as he settled on sitting across the couch. Iemitsu knew that even with that hat covering the hitman's eyes, those eyes were still on him. He shook his head and his voice began to turn serious.

"Nono proposed a rather odd proposal," he started, eyeing the hitman with the same wariness the hitman was giving him. He had no idea what brought this on, but Nono was suggesting such a ridiculous proposition that he had vehemently detested if not for the guardians that stopped him from lashing out.

"So I heard, and?" Reborn prodded, his lips twitching as he tried not to laugh. If he hadn't had an image to uphold, he would be laughing his ass off right now. He was after all the cause of this. He was sending letters to Nono. Nono trusted his judgments and Reborn proposed the idea himself. If the matter was done by this, then the whole thing would be much easier for the future. If anything, this would solve the matter that Reborn didn't know he was asking for an answer.

"What the hell! Reborn, I will never let my Tuna-fish get involved in any way in the Mafia. Not before I shoot myself," Iemitsu raised his voice, his fist curling into a tight ball as his knuckles turned into pristine white. Reborn merely shrugged, wasn't caring the least that the man before him could kill even the alligator at the zoo.

"As you said so yourself, until you shoot yourself… Hmm," Reborn smirked, his pet – Leon – turned into a green gun as he twirled his gun around his index finger, and clicked his tongue. His tongue rolling as he suggested, his voice filled with malice as he offered.

"Why don't I just do it myself?" He smirked when the blonde backed away, as if distancing himself from the gun Reborn was now pointing.

"Reborn, you know I'm not fooling around. Never in my life will I ever involve my family in this matter." Iemitsu stated, his eyes looking straight at the hitman as he followed the gun from the corner of his eyes.

"Ah, wouldn't you say so," Reborn mused out loud, his lips turned into a sinister smile as he eyed the blonde under the brim of his fedora. To be honest, Reborn wanted nothing else but to kill the man himself. He was irritated, annoyed, aggravated, all that leads to the blonde's death, Reborn would likely take the offer.

He couldn't understand why he was so annoyed by the blonde – true, the blonde was vexing as heck. More of an idiot rather than a leader and Reborn always find himself completely against the blonde all in all – but that wasn't the case here. This CEDEF Leader, External Advisor of Vongola, the man who called himself the father of the twins, was the one who disregarded Sawada Tsunayoshi – the person Reborn would never admit he cared for, a lot – to the point that the child himself wasn't used to any human contact anymore. Until he came.

Just a little stash from that face, Reborn would be satisfied. But not now, not until his own student would fight for his rights. After all, Sawada Tsunayoshi had always surprised Reborn. And Reborn was sure Sawada Tsunayoshi would do just as that.

"Ah, I'm kidding. I'm kidding," Reborn chided as he hopped from the couch to the ground. His little legs walking away from the blonde who was looking at him suspiciously before Reborn finally bid his goodbye. He walked upstairs and landed almost in a manner on Dame-Tsuna's head.

"Ow!" Tsuna cried as his head was suddenly occupied by the baby hitman's weight. If it was any other day, Tsuna would have protested, but he was too exhausted to even complain. He rested his forehead on his pillow as he nuzzled, ignoring Yamamoto's laugh from the background, and the three children's rowdy running.

Reborn eyed Dame-Tsuna, his eyes softening a little as his smirk was placed into a thin smile before it vanished into thin air before anyone even noticed that he had done such a thing. Reborn never smiled. That was a fact that no one could ever change.

Fon had to look away as he looked at the hitman, his eyes softening a fraction as he looked at the window. Tsunayoshi-kun's room was rather… noisy, but it was what Fon always found amusing because in the midst of the chaos inside, Tsunayoshi-kun was only there, watching as if there was nothing strange about with so much people crowding inside his own room.

He really admired the peacefulness surrounding the sky, the birds chirping, and the slight fraction of signaling around the sky of the upcoming storm.

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"And why, pray tell should I become your son's guardian?" he asked, his voice a little rasped from not being able to breathe in land as his back was facing the man who had come for such ridiculousness.

"I will ensure your subordinates' safety until they are not in the wanted list anymore," the man offered, sounding far too confident, and convinced that he would be able to convince the man in front of him.

"Ah, had I not made it clear that I hated Mafia more than I hated Hell itself, and will never associate myself to you low-lives?" his voice sounded hollow, but the bitterness it carried through his words already said it all. He hated Mafia more than anything else and no one, even with that kind of offer would he let anyone invade his life, and controlled him as he was overpowered before.

"Yes, yes you did. But my son needs you," the man pleaded, his voice cracking as he said. The figure before the man laughed, sounding far too amused as he asked.

"Ah, your son needs you. May I ask, Vongola, had it ever crossed your mind that you still have another precious, waiting to be picked up?" his voice darkened, the playfulness he held was long forgotten as his mismatched eyes stared straight to the CEDEF's Leader.

The CEDEF Leader shut himself up, his lips formed into a thin line as he had a staring contest to his son's supposedly Mist Guardian. He knew for a fact that he had never been the greatest father he could be, but he didn't want these people who had no idea how his two sons were raised to actually dare to question him.

"I may not, as you imply the greatest father that anyone could ask for. But I know every single mannerisms my sons has, from head to toe, I know that Natsu will be a good man." He stated, sure that he had hit the bull's eyes, but was surprised when the other laughed at him, mocking him.

"Ah, Natsu… that brat?" Iemitsu scowled, he had never liked anyone judging his son. His son was perfect, responsible, and a virtuous child that any parents could ask for. "Have you ever wonder, my dear Vongola, how never once your child Sawada Tsunayoshi asked why he was left alone on the sidelines while you three walked side by side?" The teenager mused, taunting him to reply back. He did.

"Tuna-fish is understanding, he knows that we trust him enough to be left alone. Natsu on the other hand needs much more attention because he is after all, my youngest." Iemitsu replied, his eyes never leaving the teen's amused mismatched eyes. Until those eyes glared at him, he almost flinched.

"Tuna-fish, you say?" the teen laughed, his eyes never leaving the man's eyes as he continued. "You have the decency to call him by his first name, but why go such lengths to call him that ridiculous nickname? Admit it, my dear Vongola, you don't know anything about Sawada Tsunayoshi." The teen smirked.

Iemitsu glared, his fists curling into a tight ball as he glared. Why was this person questioning him anyway? He had no rights. And he certainly didn't know his dear Tuna-fish. He was just messing with him. He wouldn't let him lose his calm. Just stay focus, you have a job to do or else your son will end up being a goner, he reminded himself.

"Why do you insist on this matter anyway? My dear Tuna-fish has nothing to do with you… or any of you," he added as an afterthought. The teen laughed, his eyes dancing with mirth as he looked at the CEDEF's leader. Ah, what a sight indeed.

"I, for one had more words exchanged to your Tuna-fish than you are with him," he laughed as he continued. "He, like me, had been disregarded, left alone, but your dear Tuna-fish stayed on the bright side, while I was drawn to the dark side. He's an example of the bright light from the other side, which I hadn't experienced until the day I met your dear Tuna-fish," the teen had spoken so lowly, yet every time he mentioned, Tuna-fish, his voice hardened, emphasizing the sickening nickname as he glared at the CEDEF leader in front of him.

"I don't get what you mean. My Tuna-fish has never been left alone. I always paid attention to him as much as I paid attention to my dear son," Iemitsu interjected indignantly. His voice raising as he glared at the teen in front of him who only laughed in return. That laugh was starting to really get on his nerves.

"Ah, Vongola, Vongola, you people will always be interesting no matter who's on who. In that case," his voice turned playful as mist started to surround his body as he continued. "I will accept the role of being the Mist Guardian of your dear son."

"Will be there when you least expect it. Kufufu," was the last thing Iemitsu had heard before the teen completely vanished into thin air.

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Tsuna staggered backward, his eyes still the color of brown as he continued looking at his now training "partner" who had his tonfas up in the air, while there were chains attached at the bottom of those deadly weapons. He dodged, thanking everything as he continued to dodge the never ending shackles from those tonfas.

"Don't beat around the bush, omnivore. You have to take the offense," the dry sound of that voice rang through Tsuna's ears as he dodged. He closed his eyes, feeling the menacing aura the prefect always had before he blocked with the back of his two hands that almost collided on his chest if he had not reacted quickly.

Kyoya smirked at that.

"Ah, nice place," a voice chirped from behind. The calmness it held sent Kyoya's secretly proud celebration to glare at the intruder. They were currently in the gym of Namimori (nothing unusual, considering the prefect protected Namimori High 24/7) because that was where the prefect had wanted to be his and the omnivore's first training together.

"What are you doing here?" Fon hid his smile behind the back of his hand as he adjusted his bangs to be even. Fon didn't fail to notice how his nephew moved a little backward, his tonfas that were evenly placed next to his hips moved upward, as if trying to protect something or rather someone. He didn't know his nephew even had the heart prior until this meeting.

"Ah, Fon-san!" Tsuna called from behind, his bangs soaking wet as he bowed down to greet the Chinese baby. Fon nodded in greeting, the corner of his lips twitching when he saw how his nephew looked so impassive, yet one could only take a look that his nephew's eyes were all but trained on his form.

"Ah, what do you have here, Tsunayoshi-kun?" Fon couldn't hide the smirk he was having when his nephew suddenly attacked him, tonfas clashing on his own arms. Fon dodged while the tonfas with chain locked to his form, trapping him in between, but Fon was better than that. He jumped, carrying the tonfas surround around him, as his little hands broke the chains in one chop.

"As expected, Arcobaleno," his nephew remarked. Fon bowed. His long braided hair swaying as he jumped from the ground to Tsunayoshi-kun's form who was now gaping like a fish.

"Wait, you know each other?" Tsunayoshi-kun looked back from him to his nephew, Kyoya. He bowed again, his eyes trained as he looked.

"Ah, yes. Kyoya here is my nephew," Tsuna didn't even bother questioning how a two-year old baby had a nephew who was much older than the baby himself. Life really was strange, he mused.

"I was never a relative of yours, Arcobaleno," the prefect stated, his stance never changed as he stood more firmly to hide a little fraction of the omnivore's face (damn that untamable brown lock hair – who had those nowadays? Apparently, the omnivore, tch – he couldn't really hide the other that much if that hair was higher than his shoulder).

"Ah, but Kyoya we share the same blood." Fon stated, his eyes playful as the Storm Arcobaleno jumped out of the way when the tonfas his nephew was holding thrown at his direction. Ignoring the dent the tonfas made when it hit the wall, Fon asked the question he was here for in the first place.

"Why did you ask for me, Kyoya?"

Kyoya merely shrugged, he didn't even know why that baby was here in the first place. All he asked the omnivore was to call his sensei, not meet this ungrateful baby again. Now, Kyoya wasn't someone who holds grudges, he was more of attack first before explain, it was his routine, and all the people that tried to do the explaining first was done for good.

It wasn't like he hated the Arcobaleno or anything, he just didn't like herbivores crowding around him, and associating with him as if he was any other normal person. This man (or baby) was someone who could rival his strength, which was annoying, but this man was a coward. Unlike him, this man (or baby) was against violence. A fact that always disgusted Kyoya all the time. (Who doesn't like fighting? This baby, obviously).

"I never asked such a thing," Kyoya replied, his voice dry as he stood up properly. His eyes scanning the whole ground before his eyes landed to the baby's form. That smirk, he really hated it when people mocked him. And no one, he never let anyone do such a thing.

"Why don't you tell who I am, Tsunayoshi-kun?" Tsuna who seemed rather clueless and lost with this strange conversation finally snapped out of his stupor and looked dumbly to his master. Then shook his head a little before he answered the prefect who was looking at him that Tsuna swore, like how his brother looks at him, if looks could kill he would ten times dead by now (how was that even possible?).

"Ah, this is Fon-san, my master," Tsuna gestured his right hand to Fon-san's form, and then bowed his head to the prefect's. His master had told him before that he needed to do such act for respect.

Kyoya merely nodded, glaring at his supposedly uncle, before huffing. He stuffed his tonfas inside his gakuran, walking away from the scene. Today was done, he decided. Tomorrow would be much intense. After all, he wanted to see the day when this omnivore finally grew his fangs, and be a carnivore like how Kyoya deemed himself.

"I will take custody of your student from now on, Arcobaleno. Any complaints will be silenced. He needs to be stronger if he wants to survive this world," the prefect's last remarked, but Fon wouldn't let the prefect have his way. Tsunayoshi-kun was his to teach, Reborn was already there, and Fon never abandoned any of his student.

"My student can spar with you, Kyoya as long as you want," Tsuna would have protested but it was too impolite if he intervene now. And besides, both blood related seemed to have an understanding anyway. "But Tsunayoshi-kun will remain as my student no matter how much protests you make. That, and I will always remind you that Tsunayoshi-kun will never be abandoned under my care, you can trust my word." Fon finished, his voice steady as he studied his nephew.

"Do what you wish," and the prefect was already gone. Sighing, Tsuna staggered backward, he landed on his butt as he rubbed his sore wrist. Pouting, he looked at his master who only laughed in response before patting him in the head.

"You keep doing that and I will be force to lock you up, Tsunayoshi-kun. It's not nice to pout to people," Fon added playfully, his smile growing wider when Tsunayoshi-kun glared (read: pouted) some more, before finally giving up sensing that he had no win over his master. Fon bit back a laugh. His student was adorable and his student had no idea how much.

"Let's go?" he asked, Tsunayoshi-kun nodded, lifting him off from the ground, before walking out the gym. Fon rested his body on his student's shoulder as they walked along the school grounds, before making it home.

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Nono,

The idiot has arrived. Student's progress, still slow, but will try my best. He's growing to be a fine man, as the idiot had put it. Rings should've arrived by now. I will not withdraw my words. Bring him here. Then, have a good day, Vongola 9th.

-Reborn

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Next Chapter: How the True Sky Feels

A/N: This chapter seems really dull for some reason. Ah, what the heck, I'll make it longer on the next chapter. Then I plan on shortening the upcoming, since it will be nothing personal or anything. But oh well, I had fun during Halloween (I dressed up as a vampire, yeah! Well no one cares, but still). Anyway, see you all later!

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