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Tsuna is born in a wreath of orange Flames. A soft pale orange inferno which flickers and burns brighter and brighter until her eyes are all but blazing with shining orange-amber Fire.
Nana cooed at her precious new-born baby-girl, blind to her potential but loving and fierce as only a mother can be. Inside of her, embers start to glow with licks of tiny flames. Flickers of potential flaring for the first time in years.
By the time Iemitsu manages to arrive at the hospital Tsuna is asleep, nestled in the loving embrace of her mother. The fiery crown that proclaims her powerful will and the royal soul of a queen to the heavens has retreated to lurk beneath her skin. He never sees the knowing amber flecks in her eyes, because he never truly looks at her .
It’s the first time he misses a significant event in her life but it’s by far not the last.
Nana carries her baby-girl, longed for, desired, already so deeply beloved, home. Iemitsu leaves within the week. He is a man of famiglia before family.
Nana asks why he has to go, and he lulls her with a brush of his Flames. ‘She can’t understand, she’s a civilian’, is what he tells himself. Nana only sighs, nauseous, ill with something too sweet lingering on her tongue. A seemingly irrational flare of hate towards Iemitsu rages in her heart.
“Kaa-chan, why don’t I have a tou-san?” Pale amber eyes bleeding sunset stare at her with a too old gaze. Her baby is clever and Nana is very proud. Even if it is a painful question. “You do have a daddy, sweetheart, but he is very busy with his job oversees.”
Nana almost frowns at the dark slashing scowl on her baby girl’s face, but what can she say? Tsuna has no memory of Iemitsu. Something which tastes of bitter hate tingles, rises, in the back of her throat, but before she can open her mouth again, Nana’s words are stolen by a sick twist of cyanide-sweet orange Fire.
“Love you kaa-chan.” Tsuna murmurs softly, curling up in her mom’s warm lap. Safe and sound. Something eldritch whispers of the man who is supposed to be father. Answering the questions her mother doesn’t know the answers to.
‘ No love, not family, not ours. Wrong, wrong, WRONG. ’ It whispers, shrieks, and Tsuna, who has never been without this ancient knowing that is her birth right, believes.
Tsuna never brings the man up again. The whispers stop her, and if they hadn’t the dazed gone look on her mother’s face is enough to convince her that the name is forbidden .
Tsuna is only little, a child still, but she hates Iemitsu.
Tsuna is a star in human form, who fell from the heavens and graced the earth with light. She is bright and beloved and fierce. The day she meets her first guardians, she is all but radiating soft warm Sky, but nobody can feel it. She is surrounded by civilians, the flameless and the latent.
It’s hard for her to leave the closed safe-warm tiny world of her home. School, and the many many children there, scare her. Any lingering fear or shyness evaporates utterly and completely though, the second she sees children bullying a small girl. She looks just as old as Tsuna is, while the cruel ones are older.
“Hey, what are you doing?!” She shrieks, running towards the bullies. “Leave her alone!” “Or what? Get out of here kid, before we go after you to.” One of the boy's snorts, looking down at the petite little girl in contempt. She is about half his size, what can she do...
Tsuna burns , she can see the girl’s stark terror, sees her hands tremble and she... Refuses. Something cold and too old is sitting up, taking notice behind her huge kind eyes. She hones in on his weak spot like a shark scenting blood, without hesitation, because he is wrong and the way he made the girl feel enrages her.
The whispers in her mind grow stronger. Telling her how to move, what to expect. She sneers at the older kid, and he can feel cold shivers suddenly tracing up his spine.
She jabs him in the stomach with her stiffened fingers and when he hunches over wheezing in pain, she knees him in the face. He crumples to the ground quickly and she takes the little girl's hand and runs away. She wants to keep her safe. It’s almost instinct to protect this little girl.
She tows the small purplette behind her, hiding the two of them safely behind a gnarly old tree. She turns to face the terrified little girl. “It’s okay." She whispers softly, because this tiny person is hers to protect now, nobody should be that sad, that afraid, that.... alone.
Gently, with the guiding of her whispers, she lifts her hand and slowly reaches. She pats gently, carding a tiny hand through soft purple strands. “What’s your name?" Tsuna asks sweetly.
It takes a long moment for the girl to gather her courage. “N-Nagi." She whispers faintly, shyly. She trembles in awe of this courageous, kind sweet girl. Who saved her when everyone else turned away .
“I’m Tsuna." The tiny brunette chirps back, glad and joyful. “Will you be my friend?" My guardian, my person, MINE ? It is the mark of who she will be, who she has always been, that Tsuna asks . She doesn’t take, cajole, force or pressure, she wants this girl, but she doesn’t take her. Even though she could.
Nagi is overjoyed, something inside of her recognizes instinctively what Tsuna is . She knows that the question is genuine, that Tsuna will be an amazing force in her life. “Y-Yes, Tsuna-chan." And for all that her voice is soft, beneath the timid answer there is steel in her soul and they Reach...
Tsuna and Nagi are bonded without either of them knowing what they have done, and the world spins on its axes. Soft pale indigo reaches in careful jittery strands, and endless burning orange envelopes them safely, swallowing the soft Mist to hide and guard jealously inside a massive Sky.
Nagi feels seen for the first time in her life. And Tsuna, Tsuna feels full and warm inside.
Hibari Kyoya is intrigued. His parents had warned him that school would be filled with flameless civilians. That he would need to use a delicate and soft touch, because these people would break if he wasn’t careful. They weren’t like him, they didn’t have the power of their souls in their palms, burning and driving them on.
He’s still so young, but already he is taking after his father, powerful Cloud Flames burning bright and fierce and fully awakened.
He had been prepared to... endure school. He was thinking about making the school his territory, and he was going to police the herbivores. Since they clearly weren’t sensible enough to guard the herd themselves. The sheer amount of bullying he had put a stop to in his first two years there was mindboggling.
Instead, when he is starting his third year in primary, he stumbles upon two tiny fragile looking Flame-Active girls. A Sky, who has, if he is not mistaking, just bonded her first Guardian.
It’s nothing like the scenes his parents described, and which he started seeing for himself as soon as he first sparked a Cloud flame. There is no political manoeuvring. No courting, no Sky lusting after the strongest elements, drawing them forcibly into their thrall like puppets on strings. There is only a brave fierce girl, and the driving need to protect.
There is a Small Animal, who clearly has not been sheltered by an adult as she should have been . He felt her reaching out, and he is impressed that the so clearly shy, terrified little kitten still plucked up the courage to Reach for the brave, protective Sky.
He is wandering over before he even made the decision. Enticed by the powerful Sky Flames which are claiming and protecting the tiny Mist. He can feel the Mist Flames growing brighter and stronger, lit by resolve as steady as the mountains and as deep as the seas to guard and love her Sky. Her very first precious person...
“Small Animal, Omnivore, what did you do?" He isn’t mad, and he would never harm students who are simply defending themselves, but he is... curious. About the subtle, but reaching, strong soft Mist, and about the Sky who devoured her in sweet overarching devotion. He has named her Omnivore, Devourer-of-All, because he already believes she could take everything in her path if only she wishes for it. A Flame that strong doesn’t lie.
“They were hurting Nagi-chan!" The tiny Sky exclaims indignantly, fiercely. She amuses him, there is no fear to be found. She should already know about him, the Demon of the school and yet there is only innocent lust in those shiny shiny eyes. He can almost feel her drawing on her flames. And yet... yet she does not Reach. He knows, down to his bones, that the Sky wants him, wants him as her Cloud, but she does not take.
Something lonely and young sits up inside of him, and takes... notice, of her. Of the way she yearns and yet places him before her own wants. Respect...
“Your name, Omnivore?" “Tsuna.” Comes the soft answer. It’s not because she is too young to know her last name, it is because she will never take on his name for herself.
“Small Animal, your name?" Steel grey bores into gentle indigo. “N-Nagi..." She stutters shyly, but the small girl stands up straight, and she is not afraid of him. There is so much, too much, fear in the little girl, with her soft hands and her soft hair, and those soft gentle eyes, but now there is also steel. She is afraid of everyone, because that is what the world has taught her, but her flames don’t whisper to him of fear for him. No, they shriek in defiance.
Slowly, kindly, he reaches out and pats her head. He has a soft spot for small fluffy animals, and apparently small fluffy girls as well. A tiny smile appears and then he pats the little Sky as well.
“I am Hibari Kyouya. This is my school. If any of the herbivores bother you again, tell me." Two large sets of shiny eyes peer up at him and then they nod shyly. He nods, satisfied, and wanders off. Ever the drifting Cloud.
Tsuna is possessive of her slightly smaller friend. Nagi is soft-spoken and sweet and really shy. Everything in her roars that the girl must be protected. No matter what. She takes the small purplette home with her, and Nagi’s parents... don’t notice.
Tsuna frowns, orange eyes gleaming unnervingly in the low light of the early morning as she watches over a sleeping Nagi. She cards a tiny hand through the soft indigo locks. “I will always be here." She promises, with more solemnity than a four-year-old should be capable off.
When she wakes up, she shows Nagi to the bathroom. “Here, you can wear my spare uniform." She says happily as she passes the other girl a bundle of clothes. Then she presses more soft fabric into her open arms. “And here are the towels. I’ll see you downstairs, take all the time you need ok." She smiles brightly.
Nagi flushes brightly, Tsuna is like the sun and it is almost too much for her to weather her full attention. “O-Okay, arigatou, Tsuna-chan." She whispers shyly. The brunette beams at her and then leaves her to it.
Tsuna enters the kitchen with a forceful stride. “I invited Nagi-chan here, but nobody came looking for her." She blurts out to her mom, still convinced somehow that her bright sweet mom will know what to do. Nana blinks. Sweet syrupy orange is trying to suckle her down, to drown her in the feeling that all is right, no need to pay attention.
Nana however... loves children. Her love for Tsuna blazes , and something deeper than rational thought is pulling at her, claiming that Nagi is also hers now. A baby, a child, an innocent. Who belongs to Her Tsuna ...
The woman blinks, a spark appears in her usually compliant gentle eyes. “I will ask Shin-san to look into it." Her first thought, when she is freed of the sick chains of Iemitsu’s Love, is to go to Hibari Shin. She wonders why, before she is inevitably sucked back under.
Her soul is screaming, and her essence, her Flame is raging. It helps nothing though, the man was insidious and sucked at her Will, at her Flames, until there were only mere embers left of her, making it exponentially harder to free herself. Nana didn’t know anything about Flames or the Mafia. But still something deep inside of her, beyond words, rages at what was done to her.
A dark thought hovers at the back of Nana’s mind, beyond her conscious thoughts. ‘If this is his love, I’d hate to see what That Man does to his enemies.'
Sinking under the familiar tangerine haze she turns towards Tsuna again. “Good morning sweetheart." She presses a soft lingering kiss to her child’s forehead. “Go set the table, Tsu-chan. Breakfast will be ready soon." The smaller brunette nods and flounces off to do just that, reassured that her mom will take care of it.
A petite young brunette strides into the police station, and before she can be turned away, the Police Chief of Namimori steps towards her. Officers and civilians alike gape as the stern, tall man guides the petite woman to his office with a gentle hand on her back. Hibari Shin is a few years older than Nana, and he trembles at the sight of her. She had... forgotten him.
Something was wrong with her Flames, which had been bordering on becoming fully Active and he does not know how to fix this. His wife doesn’t quite understand, because she had never met a Sky she actually wanted. Shin still believes that Nana might have fit with Lihua as well and hates that the vivacious young woman was drowned in Iemitsu’s Flames before Lihua ever even truly met her.
Nana was looking at him, with clear eyes, tiny pinpricks of orange, beautifully shining warm Sky Flames swirling in her eyes. “Shin-san, hello." She greeted softly, happily. “Tsu-chan brought home a friend but..." She frowns, and Shin would do anything to make her smile again.
“Her parents never even noticed that she was with us. I don’t think her home-life is anything good.” She smiles again, but already the sparks of her Sky are disappearing under Iemitsu’s heavy handed darker Flame. “Can you look into it?”
“Yes of course, I’ll take care of it Nana-san." She hums absentmindedly, and he can feel the mourning call of her drowned Flames. Her hand reaches out and touches his face softly and he can only smile tremulously at her dazed gaze, trying to reassure her even as her very soul screams under the weight of smothering sick Fire.
“That’s so nice of.. you... Shin-san." And then she is gone again, drifting and dulled.
Kyouya stares at his parents as his mother smiles up at him helplessly. His mother is strong, of course she is. She used to be a Triad Princess and still maintains many of her Underworld contacts. She’s also a Hibari now. A clan known for producing incredibly powerful Active Flame Users.
She’s one of the strongest Mists around, possessing a terrifying precision with thrown weapons and illusions so subtle even Mammon of the Varia only catches on to them half of the time. Thus creating an assassin who most would never dare to cross.
Hibari Lihua is strong , but with her husband crumpled on the couch with a dead-eyed stare there is nothing she can do. His chosen Sky is trapped in the Flames of someone else and they can’t do anything about it.
“Welcome home, Kyou-chan." He grunts. “What’s wrong with Otou-sama?” She sighs, gently carding a hand through her husband's hair. “He met Nana-san again today." Kyouya merely blinks at her.
“Nana-san... Nana-san is his Chosen Sky Kyou-chan, but before they could bond, her bastard husband smothered her Flames. She doesn’t even remember him anymore most of the time. But today she came to him, and your father had to watch as she forgot him all over again."
Kyouya swallows roughly. Already he cannot imagine not knowing Tsuna, and it has only been a single day.
Tired dark purple eyes blinked open. “It’s okay Kyouya. Even if it was only for a moment. It was good to see Nana-san again." His father is tired, but beyond anything else the man is strong. He knows that his father can bear this burden, but he never the less hates the nameless man for making him carry this weight.
Messing with someone's Flame like that was wrong, it went against everything he was taught to hold as sacred.
“I... I met a Sky. She bonded her first Guardian in the middle of my school.” Lihua watches in interest as her son smiles softly. He’s not even angry that other Flame Users have invaded his school. The building is soaked in his Flames, and carries all the markers of a claimed territory, but it isn’t one quite yet.
“Do you, do you like this Sky Kyouya?" She asks, eyebrows rising in surprise. Her son is a very prickly Cloud Flame user, even more anti-social than Shin, who is Cloud to the core as well. Seeing him smile for a Sky is shocking.
He’s only seven, but already the Triads have tried to use several Skies to draw him in. And he hates them. The boy always complains about their pushing, their clingy sick sweet Flames and the way they Reach for him, trying to drag him in first by persuasion and then by force if need be. Not that they can.
Shin hums in interest. “What is she like?" He asks curiously. Kyouya grins, and there is already a stirring of devotion in that wild grin. “Strong." Already Tsuna’s Flame is wider, somehow simply more than his Uncle’s, who is the Strongest Storm in the World, even after his curse. And that... that is interesting .
With the Hibari’s pulling the strings, Nagi ends up living with the Sawada’s by the end of the week. Tsuna clings to her, desperate to keep her little Guardian safe. Her Flame has swallowed the tiny Mist whole and for all that Nagi is actually very strong, much much stronger than any would ever have guessed, she is also... damaged.
Tsuna has gone into an almost feral mindset, and her Sky Flame continually leaks out to support her Guardian. The soft dense orange woven over Nagi’s skin keeps her nightmares at bay, it lulls her terrified feelings back down to scared, keeps her pain from swallowing her whole and feels like a hug all the time .
Tsuna wants to heal her, already she loves Nagi with a ferocity that is daunting in its intensity.
And now Nagi is starting to shine, her Mist brightening by the day. Slowly, achingly careful Tsuna stops covering the girl in her Flame. She can sense that her Mist is healing and that her body is already healthy and strong. Her mind is bouncing back from her time with her parents as well. Now, her Flame grows stronger by the day, no longer tied up in keeping her alive through the abuse of those who were supposed to love her.
She smiles sadly, and supports the tiny purplette through the many struggles, the adjustments to living with people who care , until one day she doesn’t need to support her guardian at all. There is a thick, very wide and strong bond between them. A solid bond for a Sky-Element pair, but the cloak of Sky Flames lingering on Nagi’s skin is gone.
The next day they are confronted by Kyouya sleeping in the tree that towers over the spot where they eat lunch. The lack of Sky Flames for him to sense luring him closer.
“K-Kyouya-san?" Nagi mumbles shyly, looking up at the older child who appears to be sleeping on a branch. “Kitten, Omnivore." He states quietly. Tsuna smiles, bright and full of Flame, if only subconsciously and he notes with interest that once again she does not Reach. It seems almost unnatural, because he can see, feel even, that she covets his strong Cloud Flame.
Boosted by his own Cloud flames internally he appears before her. She never even saw him move. “Omnivore, you don’t Reach." His voice is soft and steady, curious. Tsuna tilts her head to the side. “You could be Mine." Comes the answer. And then... “But I’ll never attempt to take what you don’t offer." She leans closer with curious eyes, looking at this boy who isn’t hers but could be . Tsuna understands that Cloud courtship is an offer of home, not of strength and claims.
Then, Tsuna shivers as deep purple, strong oh so strong Cloud Flames brush against hers delicately. Almost temptingly, but she is not like other Skies, and she never t a kes , because that is wrong wrong wrong . In all the ways that matter most.
More like a fellow Cloud than a Sky, she brushes pale orange Flames against his, making sure to never even attempt to claim, just kindness and sweet heat in her gesture. Soul open and welcoming and ferocious. Never making a move to pin his Flames in place, or to force them into hers.
And Kyouya’s Flames, Flames which were already so so skittish around Skies, they... feel safe. Like a giant purring cat his soul rubs against hers. Purple briefly flares around her tiny frame and then he hums.
Briefly he brushes against the pretty little Mist as well. Curious and slow. Nagi’s Flame is soft, softer than the Mist Flame of his mother and impossibly deeper. He smiled gently at the little Kitten. Patting their heads again he stalks off.
Nagi blinks curiously, having felt part of that but not understanding most of it. Tsuna hugs the smaller female and with a cat-like tilt of her head, rubs her face against Nagi’s neck to reassure herself of her claim on the Mist. Her eyes shimmer briefly in purple as well, but nobody will realise the far-reaching consequences of that for years to come.
Kyouya stalked into the living room, already his Flames are brushing against his parents. Their Flames easily pool together and mingle, a warm soul touch that is as familiar as their faces.
Shin looked up at his child curiously. “Did something good happen?" The seven-year-old boy nodded once, sharply. “I asked the Omnivore why she doesn’t Reach for me." At that Shin looks at him sharply, because that is a good question. He has met many Skies and rare are the ones who don’t Reach for Elements at all. Lihua stares, she has never met a Sky who didn’t try to force her into a bond. The curse of being strong.
Some Reach kindly, and when rejected they don’t force their way into other people’s souls. But most... well, there is a reason that many Clouds hate Skies, and it has everything to do with Flame rejection scars lashed into their soul when a Sky attempts to force a bond and fails.
Kyouya hummed, something like delight dancing in those steel-grey sharp eyes. “She told me that she would never attempt to take what I don’t offer. But she also said that I could be hers."
Shin stared at him, mildly in awe. If the little Sky keeps true to her words, then already she is someone worth following. Nana’s daughter... it aches, that she doesn’t know who he is.
A sharp grin appeared. “I brushed my Flame against her, and tou-chan..." His child, normally so self-contained and old, older than his years, is excited and happy. Calling him informally like he used to do when he was very small again, instead of the more formal tone he spoke in now as a sign of the respect he had for the older Cloud.
“She only offered warmth and kindness, heat. She didn’t try to trap me even though it would have been... easy." They both ignore that it wouldn’t have been easy, because this is what Skies always forget in their lust for the powerful distant Clouds. Clouds don’t heel , for anyone.
“I’m happy for you. Why don’t you try to get to know her?" He says, gently carding a hand through his son's black locks.
He nods slowly. He is fiercely anti-social. But... maybe seeing the small animal and the burning Sky again wouldn’t be so bad.
Several days later, the young Hibari approaches the two girls again. They are so fluffy and tiny... the boy flushes almost invisibly before coming over to pat the soft hair of the Sky when she allows him close. The girl ends up half on his lap, nearly purring in delight as he cards his fingers gently through her hair, just as gently as he runs his Flames against hers.
Tsuna hums, content to keep Nagi close as Kyouya pats her head softly. The older boy is known as the Demon of their school, but he really is very sweet to them, she thinks almost sleepily.
Warm and safe she rubs his Flames back with hers. Taking infinite care to never cross his boundaries. To always be gentle and to slink against his flames much like a cat. She would Never force someone under her Flames.
It doesn’t take long before Kyouya also starts patting the Mist. Clouds and Mists are notorious for not getting on well, but they don’t know that, and so it doesn’t matter to them. Kyouya likes the small animal and Nagi likes the gentle boy who doesn’t tease or hurt her. That their Flames start lingering near each other, sliding over and under in quicksilver moves just makes the patting feel better.
Tsuna merely smiles as she watches the two Elements meet in the middle. She wants them to be hers, it only makes sense to her that they would be each other's as well.
The three tumble together like tiny kittens and before long Kyouya is no longer just observing them, he lingers near them. They always ask him if he wants to join them, but never force him to come.
Like a cat who was adopted into their lives, they are always willing to let him nap near them or to provide his own soft hair with gently pats as well. It is like cat-nip for the Cloud Natured. To be loved and welcomed but never bound . The girls hold no expectations for him, and there is nothing they want from him, except maybe for him to pat their hair again. It’s like heaven in contrast to the sick slimy greedy Skies the Triads keep sending his way.
The safety of Tsuna and Nana had always been a fragile illusion. Nana was smothered in Iemitsu’s Flames and Tsuna was a miniature female clone of the Vongola Primo. All it would take was one glimpse...
Nearly a year after Nagi had moved in with them, their luck runs out. One of Iemitsu’s, or rather, the Young Lion of the Vongola’s, enemies had caught sight of Tsuna and Nagi heading home after school.
Three days later, when Nana left to go grocery shopping, several mafioso entered the house. One of them reaches for Nagi and Tsuna’s eyes snap towards him before he can complete the motion. She breaks his wrist viciously, but she’s only small and soon overwhelmed.
Shrieking and screaming, terrified, the two are dragged to a warehouse. The mafioso bind their wrists and gag them, already triumphant and ready to drag the children to their Don. The man has had a petty grudge against Iemitsu for a long time.
Tsuna hates them, and in her rage she reaches for the warmth that has always been hers. Nagi is in pain, Nagi is scared, Nagi is HERS . Pure orange eyes snap open again, and ropes which are already burning fall away from her wrists. They have no idea what she would call on to defend someone precious to her. For the first time since her birth, her Flame manifests fully, visibly, coiling in white-hot flickering hungry fire around her arms.
Generations of the Vongola have had the vaunted Hyper Intuition to some degree. But Tsuna is the first since the Primo to live and grow with eldritch whispers. There are no ‘bad feelings', there is no ‘lie detector', it’s not a weak if insistent thing inside of her which sometimes warns her. She simply knows things .
And that knowing turns out to be a terrifying thing to behold. She burns people alive, and the eldritch other that lingers in her mind keeps her from even feeling bad about it in the moment. It tells her of what these people have done and then it guides her hands to touch them, to set them aflame until they die screaming.
But Tsuna is still a little girl, and she is tired...
Halfway across the town, Hibari Kyouya wakes without a sound. His eyes simply open wide, already burning purple and nothing can stand in his way as he runs across the town towards HIS SKY, HIS MIST , they were HIS , Chosen and Found, HIS . Flames shrieking in rage and distress. They were his claimed territory after all, even if it hadn’t quite been a conscious choice.
He Rages .
They aren’t bonded, it shouldn’t be possible to sense her from miles away and yet he does. He can Feel Tsuna’s panic and fear, but above all determination and through the boundless, endless Sky he can feel Nagi as well. Soft Mist turning dense and deadly. Tsuna’s passive Sky Flame covered nearly the entire town, soaking into the ground which was hers . When she fully manifested her Flames for the first time, of course the drifting Cloud who she had accepted if not bonded could feel it.
By the time the Cloud makes it to a warehouse, half the people inside are burning steadily into ash, and most of the others are smothered in soft Mist, with eyes haunted and unaware of their surroundings as he hits them hard enough to knock them out.
Kyouya was raised by a police chief, a Hibari even, and a Triad Princess. He was using his beloved tonfa before he could even walk and his parents had been open and clear with him about the danger of their world.
He is as prepared as he was ever going to get to face combat, but the kittens... oh the girls . For all that their Flames are strong, glimmering in their eyes and their instincts phenomenal, they are still civilian-raised.
Once the boy smashed the last of the men into unconsciousness, he turned to the two girls who he had been courting as His subconsciously. Once he answered the call, he had made his choice and now he comes over slowly. His territory, Tsuna and Nagi, Mist and Sky.
Tsuna falls into him, sobbing and listless all at the same time. Nagi had been herded into a corner by her, to better defend the smaller girl. She had wrapped her up in a cocoon of brilliant orange, and all who wanted to touch her had burned.
For all that Nagi had turned their minds against them, it had been Tsuna who actually killed people. Slowly the tears slow, until she can see him again through the beads of water dotting her lashes.
“Kyouya..." She whimpered, winding her shaking arms around him. He sighed, picking her up easily even as he tilted his head, motioning for Nagi to follow them. “You are mine." He growled lowly, keeping the girl in a tight embrace. A claiming hand clawed into Nagi’s long hair as well. She shuddered slightly, instinctively relaxing against him. “Yours." She admitted shyly, feeling safe and loved, beneath the massive Cloud Flames covering her small frame, just like Nagi who relaxed as well.
Kyouya smiled, Skies were known to be possessive and being allowed to claim one without her even attempting to assert a claim on him as well was a high honour. Even now, she didn’t attempt a bond. Though he knew her instincts would be clamouring for her to draw in more elements as protection. He kissed the top of her head softly, fluffy honey locks tickling his skin. “I’ll be yours as well." He told her softly.
Slowly, almost painfully so, she tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “Really?" She asked, delighted and yet afraid. That she wasn’t allowed to Reach, that she would never be enough for him. Kyouya smiled. Thick dense strands of Cloud Reached towards her. “Really." He said softly, and then her Flames rose as well.
Tsuna’s Sky was near terrifying in its breadth, vast and open, it was nearly endless. Depleted somewhat by combat, and halfway in shock. But still kind and pure and immense. Softly, his Flame slid beneath the protection of hers, so slick and easy that it felt inevitable. Like he belonged with her. She would never ask what he couldn’t give and she would always be there. It felt reassuring to him. Tsuna sighed happily. Having swallowed a second Element into her Sky made her feel loved and warm deep inside.
The bond between the Cloud and the Sky rivalled the one the Mist had with her Sky, and it was created in seconds, two Flames binding together, knitting into a greater whole as easily as breathing.
A strong hand settled on top of Kyouya’s head and he looked up at his father. Shin looked at his child, who was carrying Nana’s girl, while another tiny girl was clinging to his shirt. “Are you alright?” He asked gently. The smaller Cloud nodded. “Otou-sama, this is my Sky Tsuna, and my Mist Nagi." He answered solemnly.
Shin nodded thoughtfully. “It’s very nice to meet you both. I’m Hibari Shin. You will always be welcome with us." Tsuna looked up at him then, and he was struck silent by the ancient awareness in her gaze. “Hello Shin-san." Something sad flickered across her face before it disappeared again.
“Mama will always find you, in the end." She whispered to him, before laying her head down again on Kyouya’s shoulder, utterly unwilling to let go of him even as she reached out with a small hand to claim Nagi’s tiny hand.
Shin swallowed awkwardly. “I’ll take care of everything here. Why don’t you take Tsuna and Nagi to our house. Lihua will phone Nana-san." Kyouya nodded sharply and then, then he finally took his own home.