Ten Flames

Chapter 1- A talent for words, A magic book and how it all began

Listen. I'm only publishing some of this stuff because certain people keep stealing my works *cough* Adawas *cough* and I'm sick of it. But my main place I post is fanfiction. I have my thing linked so check that out because as I post this it will be a halfhearted post so editing will be shoddy since apparently copying and pasting doesn't really go that well with Wattpad. I dunno how to use this site. Enjoy anyway.

Sawada Tsunayoshi did not cry when he was born unlike his twin Sawada Ieyasu. He merely blinked at the world and observed his surroundings with his big brown eyes. The doctors and nurses shivered, it was unnatural. Iemitsu though didn't show it was also worried about his child's reaction. So they ignored the silent child choosing to focus on the other. Only Nana cooed and cried in joy at her neglected newborn who was obviously a special individual.

When he was eight months old the brunette had read all the nursery books and fairytale stories in his room, not that anyone knew. Anybody who watched the baby just thought he was a quiet child who liked looking at the pretty pictures in the books, in their minds their was no way someone so young could walk or talk let alone comprehend words. But Tsuna could, he listened and observed the sounds that came out of the larger people's mouths, their reactions, their tone and something just clicked. If the boy himself could speak at this age he would have called it a feeling, if he was older he would call it intuition.

He was too quiet for a young baby, always looking at things, observing them as if picking out every little thing that made a person, unraveling them, exposing their true masks. It was paranoia everyone assures themselves but they couldn't deny that a small part of them in some level feared the brunette, no matter how adorable he looked. Tsuna sensed the distance between himself and the others but he didn't really care, all he needed was his mama after all. The blonde haired man who the baby associated as a father was there for the first few months but the man kept disappearing for long periods of time. He decided he didn't like these so called fathers that much.

Tsuna was eleven months old when his father came to the house again. A lot of squeals and mushy sounds came from his mama who was currently cuddling his unfortunate twin. Something told him to crawl back to his room to avoid the scene. As he began his long journey from the living room to his own he noticed one of the planks parts was slightly creaky and wobbly. It had only been recently since he had gained the ability to crawl so the brunette had not been able to fully explore the thing beneath him known as a floor. Curiously he began playing with the broken plank with his little hands finding that if he twisted and pulled a certain way with all his tiny strength he could muster the plank could be moved. Under the piece of wood was a small book. Tsuna's large honeyed eyes lit up, sparkling like fairy lights on Christmas Day. The book was old, dusty and leather bound though if one was observant which Tsuna was one could noticed the linings of gold ink and intricate designs. In short to a child's mind it looked like a very mysterious fantastical book which screamed promises of adventure. Swifter than any boy of his age should be able to go the brunette snatched the book and rolled to his room. (rolling was much faster than crawling after all, especially when holding something that requires both hands) shutting the door behind him Tsuna wasted no time to open his new treasure greedily soaking up what he had to offer.

It seemed to be some sort of guide and with small hands he traced over the golden lettering that greeted him on the first page.

Vongola

A shiver went down the child's spine, something was telling him that this book was going to change him in some way. Flipping through he glimpsed many illustrations beautifully embedded into the pages. The child was entranced by the pictures of flames, rings and their powers. To the child's mind he had concluded excitedly that this was not just any book but a magic one! However the writing was all foreign to the boy, just squiggly lines to him and it frustrated Tsuna that he couldn't understand, couldn't learn the magic in the squiggles. Before he could try to decode the strange letters he suddenly sensed a growing presence coming toward the room despite the almost non existent thumps of steps. With a small sigh and a cute pout the gravity defying haired boy hid his precious magic book among his fairytales. Satisfied that it had been successfully disguised he turned toward the door just as the blonde man known as father came through.