Blasting the Three Skies

Disappearing skies

Vongola Manor

The daily life surrounding the Vongola was normal. Normal in the sense of a serene scenery, with the occasional winds rustling the greenery, and birds chirping their melodious tunes.

Of course that was on the outside, a mere scratch to what the actual normal reality was for Vongola.

One such example would be between the Guardians of Cloud and Mist, a near ritual close to early hours of dawn, and a headache to everyone who hasn't grown immune of their childish display.

"Kufufufu, the Skylark is certainly calm this morning," A blue haired male greeted his early riser companion with a smirk, while his heterochromatic eyes glittered with the usual amount of mischief.

The mentioned companion gave a scowl in return, marring his aristocratic features, as he turned to look at the previously mentioned heterochromatic teen. "Herbivore,"

"Kufufu, restraining yourself, Skylark-chan?" The smirk grew a tad malicious, as he continued his jabbing.

The raven haired teen with steel eyes twitched. Of course it was only so much he could take before he gave in to his bloodlust of beating the crap out of those who ruined the peace. Especially after a good nap he had a while ago. Wasting no time, the ravenette brought out his tonfas, muttering his well known catchphrase. "I will bite you to death, herbivore."

Thus loud crashes and bangs were heard throughout the whole manor, waking up the rest of the sleepy residents.

A door slammed open, not disturbing the sparring residents, as a disheveled silverette came out of the room. Obviously in a worse off temper than when he was much more organized during the day. "Damn bastards! What the hell are you two starting on so early in the morning! Can't you fucking tell that the others are sleeping?!"

Unfortunately for him the two, who were currently engaged in combat, did not heed a single letter from him. Resulting in pissing the silverette some more.

"Hey," He started lowly before exploding, as he joined the fray in order to beat the crap out of them. "are you two even listening to me?!"

The sound of bombs soon joined the fray, making an even larger mess of the whole manor.

"Haha, good morning, everyone seems to be already having fun." A tall tanned male appeared, in his casual sleepwear, smiling cheerfully at the chaotic scene before him.

"Gyahahahaha! Lambo-sama wants to play too!" A small, curly haired, child of ten years ran into the fray with his grenades in hand. Surprisingly, he wasn't booted out of the fray immediately, and lasted for a good ten minutes.

The tanned male watched as the child went flying across the large room, and winced when he smashed onto the far end, slowly peeling off, unconscious. "Ah, I wonder if he's okay?"

Making up his mind, he began to make his way to the unconscious child.

Just then, the front doors to the manor slammed open, revealing a muscular white haired male. He had come from his usual morning jog around the whole manor's premises levelled off, but his fighting spirit reignited with the scene before him. "Let me extremely join your exercise!"

Giving the air a fist pump, he didn't hesitate in jumping into the fray.

The group of girls, consisting of a purple haired girl wearing an skull decorated eyepatch, a light brown and two dark brunettes, that appeared afterward gave knowing smiles, continuing on their way to the dining room while chatting at their leisure.

The last to arrive at the scene, choosing to ignore it and continue on his way towards the kitchen, was a teen of unruly brown hair. He gave a yawn, walking in on the seated girls in the spacious dining room.