To Summon

Chapter One

He couldn't believe his eyes as he stepped through the pastel portal, his eyes settling upon the lush greenery and blue sky. Albeit travelling to the Colorum for the past two years, the planes still flabbergasted him, the scenery simply taking his breath away. With a hard shove to his right shoulder, he was pushed to the ground, his tormentors snickering as they stared at his crumpled form in amusement.

"Oh dear, my apologies Dame-Tsuna, didn't see you there," The main perpetrator said, his snickering buddies flanking his sides, "Maybe you shouldn't be standing in the way of the portal, this wouldn't have happened."

"It would've happened either way," Tsuna said to himself, steadily pushing himself up from off the floor, gently wiping himself down and mentally scowling at the new grass stain that graced the edge of his blazer. He resettled his satchel against his shoulder and attempted to walk away. Tsuna's attempt was cut short as rough hands gripped his hair from behind and yanked him back, a fist creating a loud smacking sound as it connected with the brunet's cheekbone.

"Have a nice time Dame-Tsuna~! Hope you're killed by a Prodigium and never return." One of his bully's buddies muttered harshly as the small group turned and disappeared into the dark green foliage that encased the clearing.

With a hand to his cheekbone, Tsuna walked towards his special place, a large oak tree that seemed to radiate some sort of warmth, as if there was raw power surging through its branches. As he neared it, he held out his free hand and ran his soft fingers along the rough bark, the power seeping into him as he made contact. Tsuna let out a purr of content as he scaled up the tree, setting his feet into the grooves he had created through his time of visiting this place. With a heavy sigh of relief, the tension melted from his shoulders, he leaned back against the trunk, slipping his notebook from between his book of Colorum history and book of summoning. He flipped the notebook to a new page as he skimmed through his previous works. Despite the inability of going to an arts college, he still had the craftsmanship of a full-fledged professional.

He gazed at his surroundings with a critical eye before settling upon an astounding beauty, a raven who's feathers were the darkest black. Tsuna felt a small shiver run down his spine as the endearing golden eyes of the winged creature stared back, unmoving. He'd seen the raven here and there but had never gotten such a clear view of such astounding beauty.

"Well then, aren't you a gorgeous thing. Look at the way your feathers glisten in the sun, the amazing contrast of your golden eyes and your overall colour. The power you're radiating could send even the highest to flee, but why? With such a beauty like you, you should be the centre of attention, a masterpiece." The brunet continued to praise the creature as he skillfully sketched out the raven before him, his voice sending short shivers of pleasure through the creature.

Without a hitch of a warning, the raven swooped down and landed carefully on the branch that Tsuna had perched himself upon. With slow movements, the brunet placed his notebook back into his satchel and leaned forwards to where he was laying upon the branch, face to face with the creature that could easily rip through him, especially with those talons and that gorgeous sleek beak.

"You're even more beautiful up close, although I should also be saying handsome as I don't know your gender. May I be so inclined as to ask your gender? Nod for male, as for female, spread your wings." Tsuna muttered out as he balanced himself as a small breeze bristled through, some sort of power seeping through his hands where he held onto the branch. The raven seemed to pause for a second, as if thinking over something, before nodding its head, its golden hues staring into Tsuna's honey-brown ones.

"Now that that's clear, my name's Tsunayoshi Sawada. Is it possible for you to tell me yours?" The brunet asked, sitting up. He leaned back against the tree once again and held out his arm, inviting the raven to join him. The raven seemed sceptical and hesitant, but, nonetheless, gently perched himself upon the younger male's arm.