So, here we are, with around 12k words split into 4 parts :3 And we're at the end of this journey, do you believe it? (I don't o.o)
This chapter literally drained me these past few days, but I'm happy I managed to break through my worst writer block ever xD
WARNINGS (and notes):
- new names, I'll list them in next part's notes;
- mentions of violence and war.
Words: 2319.
Enjoy!
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In hindsight – and what a human thing to consider –, he could have predicted this outcome.
He was antagonizing, it seemed, a seer. The most powerful he'd ever encountered among the chosen Arcobaleno Skies. It was both wonderful to admire and terrifying to be its ultimate objective. He wasn't obtuse enough to oversee that this peculiar child was waging a personal act of vendetta against him – neither was he painfully stupid enough to not understand his motifs.
It was no mystery, by then, what he planned to do to those this Sky loved and cared for.
With a weary, tense sigh – it had been a while since someone had pushed him into fleeing –, he sat on the stone chair and peered around his hideout, a feeling of defeat washing over his body more like a lukewarm shower of acceptance than like a bucket of iced water. It reminded him of those times he tried, to the best of his capabilities, and irremediably failed, to escape Shaanti's disappointed scolds. He doubted this encounter would have been followed by something so simple, though. He could... understand. Truly, he understood what was driving this Sky. He accepted it, even, willing to push himself aside for once, but...
It didn't make it any easier to still carry on his immortal duty.
He released another sigh, veined by mournfulness and nostalgia, peering around his alcove without truly seeing it. A filigree of past and present was weaving a tapestry of longing behind his eyes. He entertained the idea of letting it out through tears, but... Instead, he shook the image out of his retinas and focused on the door opening. If it could be considered a door, given that he'd let off the Illusions, knowing they wouldn't have kept his chaser out.
The first thing he felt was the overwhelmingly thick coiling of the Sky Flames stretching throughout the room without touching his body. He licked his lips at the respectful warning to not move, opting to stay still and heed to it. He wondered what a picture he was making, finding the samurais that used to guard Shoguns hilarious no more – just like the English Royal Guards at Buckingham Palace or the Swiss Guards of the Vatican. It required finesse and much training out of normal humans. It was quite a feat.
When the young Sky slowly walked inside, he was not alone. That, he should have been able to predict, too. With so many people gravitating around him – and not because of his Flames –, it was a given that no one would have accepted such a precious child to face on his own the worst monster roaming Earth – or so he'd been called, though he had not counted the many epithets humans had gifted him. He'd been called protector once. Only once, by Eurion.
He ignored the throe in his chest in favour of tilting his head in greeting to the group of four Arcobaleno candidates and two children he didn't know. It was his cycle to stop looking for Flame-active humans when he'd already found the new set to step in as the Arcobaleno, but they seemed worthy of attention. Their Flames were unmistakably drawn to the Sky child, tight in worry and unbridled adoration, almost like the three adults' Flames, that oozed worry, love, gratefulness and viciously protective threats.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETE] Tsuna gets kidnapped. He sees his mother die. He is abused. He is kept for five months. He is only five-years old. When he is saved, his father takes him to Italy.
