Part One

Colonello - Chapter One

Calls came through every day. There was a resounding sound of summons echoing through the plane, lesser demons getting snatched up. Some were specific and some were open.

Colonello closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of glass breaking, bells tinkling while some gonged loud, the sound of distant waves washing on a faraway shore.

The one that made him sit up and pay attention was the words that filtered through, not the nondescript noise.

Am I doing this right? How am I supposed to know if anything's listening in? It's never exactly worked before, has it?

An aspiring summoner, Colonello guessed, easing back into his sprawled position as the summoning syllables began to ring through. Each person expressed in a different way to different demons. Colonello just happened to hear this one better.

Then came the blaze of power, so strong, so sharp, that he grabbed on without thinking, feeling his pupils dilate and then contract before he was being ripped through the planes and dumped on top of a skinny little brat in a substandard circle.

Who stands inside a circle to summon, kora? He thought to himself, and made the decision to look at who he was lying on top of.

When bright, burning orange eyes met his, Colonello couldn't help but grab onto this little human, feeling the hum and buzz of power thrumming under skin.

It was intoxicating. It tasted like fire on the back of his tongue.

That was when Reborn came forward and stole the human Colonello had already decided would be his.

The verbal banter, and riling Reborn, was just icing on the cake.

Time was inconsistent in the planes. Colonello knew this, but waiting until he could find the interesting kid again felt like it was taking a lifetime.

It wasn't hard to guess that Reborn had forbid the boy –Tsunayoshi, his mind supplied– from summoning just to avoid him. And it made him feel angry and vindictive.

Who did Reborn think he was, keeping him separated from this worthwhile human?

But then there was a whisper of a noise, an echo of what it was before and Colonello watched as one of his demons, one his Rain creatures, was pulled through the plane.

It was easy then, to follow the shockwaves, to slip through the cracks and make his way through to the human plane.

Sure, it was easy enough, but, without invitation, the building was incredibly difficult to get into.

Piggybacking a ride was much more effective.

The class was silent as he arrived. The other demon was squished into the circle with him looking a mix of hopeful and frightened. It took no effort and absolutely no remorse for him to kill the straggly thing, feeling inside of him when it settled back into his domain.

From there, shouting at the kid was easy, as was crossing the barrier that the circle made. There was already scrambling, the little humans scattering like an ants nest. The girl, all of them children really, who had made the circle looked as if she was about to be murdered brutally.

Colonello wondered if he was really that bad.

But then he was crossing the room towards Tsuna, the poor little thing flattened into his chair, trying to become one with the wall behind him.

Colonello decided he deserved the kick to the face –a human's tendency to want to survive wasn't something to laugh at– but settled his palm on Tsuna's leg regardless, breathing deeply and just taking in the scent that was as soft as the human and saturated with pure power.

Trying to calm Tsuna didn't work, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to concentrate. Almost embarrassed at how lap-dog like he was acting, he knelt on the floor, looking up endearingly at Tsuna.

But the hum of power was becoming more of that, was becoming a song he could feel in his bones and the tight grasp he had on his figure began to slip.

As soon as Tsuna told him he didn't know what Flame his Aether worked from, Colonello felt as if it were a blessing in disguise.

If asked, he still couldn't admit what possessed him to take first blood then and there, but the burst of flavour across his tongue warmed him to his very core, made a deep part of him purr. That was when the first stirrings of possessiveness started.

Reborn, of course, had the worst timing.

He always knew when to interrupt, and perhaps it was good he did.

Tsuna had looked on the verge of passing out.

When the tiny thing with power more than his skin could hold ran, Colonello felt that he had earned enough for the day and let the hooks that had dug into his skin pull tight, let them drag him back to his plane.

As he ran his tongue over his teeth for any lingering taste, he felt justified in his take of first blood.

At least then Reborn would take him seriously, and he could actually find the kid if he needed to.

So, this is fic is just really going to be a collection of different POV's of different chapters of the Summoning Pact.

Pure Red Crane beta'd for me, as always, so thank you very much!

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