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"If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?" - Sydney J. Harris.

"Lancia-san... how would you feel if I asked you to do something... not so nice on your end?"

The older male swirled his tea and looked straight into his Padrone's eyes. "I would do it."

Tsuna rubbed the knuckles of his gloves nervously. "There's no need to hurt anyone, and I don't forget that you have the choice to say no."

Lancia smiled warmly. "I understand that. You are a considerate boss, Padrone. Please, tell me what you need so that I may help."

Silence stretched on until Tsuna squared his shoulders and took a breath. "Ken and Chikusa. Do you hate them?"

"No... but nor do I pity or care for them at this time. If you wish for me to allow them to stay with me in my home..." The man flashed a crooked smile. "I will permit it, of course. They are still children, they need to eat more than they have been. There's just one problem..."

"Yeah, getting them to come and stay. Any advice on that?"

"They are defensive and don't want to be viewed as weak. Just watch how you speak to them, you might sway the two."

"Well... I sort of planned to let them stay at my place as a... trial run, kinda? To make sure they're really okay around others." Tsuna scratched his cheek and looked away. "I ran it by my mom already, and though she remembers the two... she doesn't hate them. She sees them like you, Lancia-san, as kids who need some help."

Lancia's expressioned warmed again and he looked down into his tea. "I see. Nana-san has as big a heart as you, Padrone. You are both blessed to have had each other."

A trickle of warm Intuition made Tsuna quickly hide an excited grin behind his mug of tea. With a calming breath he smothered his smile and lowered his drink before drawing Lancia's attention.

"Thank you, Lancia-san. I'm sure my mom will always welcome your company and help around the house, if you wouldn't mind?"

Tsuna enjoyed the subtle shifting in Lancia's face; it showed a light in his eyes and a smile trying to form, further softening his naturally stern expression. The Mafioso then forced a solemn face and he nodded with hand over heart.

"I am honored, Padrone."

. . .

Standing before the old gate to Kokuyo Land was like looking at a haunted photograph brought to life. The first time he went through was in a distracted save-his-son rush, the second was another rush to deliver food before hurrying back for more muscle burning training.

Chrome stood beside Tsuna, dressed simply in a cute sun dress of grey with blue roses embroidered along the hem and one over the heart. Tsuna wore his usual warm-weather outfit of shorts and a t-shirt with a sleeveless hoodie. As always his X27-Gloves adorned his hands.

Chrome had a nervous tension in her shoulders that Tsuna had taken note of as soon as they reached the wild, decrepit edges of the ruined amusement park. He had a plan. A loose one full of holes and probable pitfalls, but a plan none the less. One part in particular involved Mukuro caring enough about his minions to nudge them in Tsuna's direction so they didn't starve to death or get sick. If all else fails, Tsuna figured he could get Spanner to program one of his older monkey-bots to deliver food until the damn Ring Battles blow over.

Pushing away a flare of worry over the boldness of his next move, Tsuna reached out and took her hand in a gentle grip. She jumped, squeaked, and blushed as she ducked her head with a smile.

"Sorry, Tsuna-san... I'm worried I'll m-mess everything up and they won't come with us."

Tsuna shook his head and gave her hand a squeeze. "It's okay if they'd rather stay here, don't let it bother you. Whatever happens, there's nothing that doesn't have some kind of solution."

Mist Flames enveloped Chrome and Tsuna bit his cheek to keep from reacting too tellingly as Mukuro wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. One hand, gloved and feeling of leather, brushed against Tsuna's throat as the Illusionist smirked at him with an unholy looking degree of playfulness. That same hand went up along his neck and a warm thumb swiped across Tsuna's cheek.

"Always a solution, Tsunayoshi-kun? I believe you may be right."

A soft heat crawled over the Sky's skin and he grimaced at what must be a blush. "Yes. Now let go before I make you."

Mukuro chuckled and stepped back before disappearing once more. Chrome stood there, blushing darkly as she stuttered an apology over letting Mukuro take over. He hadn't been planning anything too weird, she would never, ever, let him in if she sensed any ill-will toward him or the rest of the younger Vongola generation. Tsuna, once more reminding himself to give Mukuro a little smack when he gets out of Vendicare, grabbed her hands and smiled sheepishly at her.

"It's fine, really! He's... a trickster, but he's not like a homicidal maniac anymore. I think."

Chrome gave his hands a squeeze and pulled away. "Let's go, Tsuna-san. Reborn-san said you only had a few hours, right?"

He nodded and they made their way through the health hazard of a park. Apparently she didn't find anything too questionable about his thoughtless reference to Mukuro's original desire toward the world, which may still exist somewhere. For all he knew they could be talking every day, and Tsuna thought that must be very good for his older Mist Guardian.

It took an hour to navigate by broken rides, climb over fallen buildings, and avoid various traps either unnoticed before or new and the result of understandable paranoia. Seeing Mukuro's old and horrifyingly rundown HQ was a bit jarring now that he allowed himself some time to really look. It ended up being Chrome gently tugging him forward that got him moving. Before they came within thirteen feet of the main entrance Chikusa and Ken appeared, stalking out with two different levels of threatening. Ken was plainly glaring as he sneered down at them with his arms crossed, and Chikusa was watching Tsuna with more caution than he did toward Chrome. Understandable, he is the one that had an up close meeting with Pissed Off and Protective Tsuna.

"What do you want, mafia scum?" Ken's fangs flashed in the sun as he stepped toward him and Chrome.

Chrome shivered and tensed, locking her knees in place to keep from stepping back, and Tsuna took a deep, calming breath.

"I offered Lancia Sanctuary before." Tsuna worked to keep his voice from shaking at all. "Looking back, part of me regrets not doing the same for you, though... I'm not sure the Vindice would've agreed."

Chikusa adjusted his glasses and nodded. "You are correct, Decimo. We were too integrated into Mukuro-sama's plots for them to allow us Sanctuary like him."

"They have Mukuro," Tsuna said, continuing in a voice that didn't quite hide his dislike of that. "And judging by Reborn's intel, they aren't actively searching for you."

Ken growled and stomped from away from the building and got right into Tsuna's personal space. "What makes you think we'd take whatever you're giving, you little shit-byon?"

If Tsuna had leaned forward a little his nose would have brushed against Ken's shirt, and though he didn't much care for the feeling of being loomed over by someone he'd yet to form a good friendship with, he pushed away his desire to kick the boy and looked up. Ken appeared a little gaunt, the scar more obvious against his paler skin, and Tsuna felt himself relax. They needed help, not anger or frustration.

"Obviously it's up to you," Tsuna said, speaking at a softer pitch as he held Ken's eyes. "I'm not here to force you to do anything, what I want is to offer you a place at my home."

Ken looked like someone smacked him with a barracuda, and Chikusa approached at a calm pace. "And what of your mother? We attacked her, you can't have forgotten that, Decimo. I find it even harder to believe that she could forgive what we did."

Tsuna's eyes flickered to Chikusa and only a shadow of discomfort could be seen. "I know you two attacked her... and there must be something broken in both our heads, since we've already forgiven you."

Ken's eyes narrowed and he grabbed Tsuna's shirt, hauling off the ground so they were face to face. "I think you're lying."

There was a wild edge in the other's narrow stare, heavy with fear, uncertainty, and maybe some hope. Tsuna ignored Chrome's squeak of alarm and gently gripped Ken's wrists, trying as hard as he could to radiate forgiveness and compassion, for all the good that it may do. He waited, holding Ken's eyes. It felt like the world held its breath, waiting for the wilder one to give him a chance, and when Ken's eyes darted down and alighted on the pink scar Tsuna still had, the other's grip loosened and he set Tsuna down, only to grab his left arm and turn it over to better see the shiny bite he'd left there months ago. It was a pale pink and slightly raised.

Ken's hand tightened slightly, gaze lingering on the scar. "I bit you, mafia brat, like a fucking animal, and you already gave us food before. You've got no reason for anymore charity."

Tsuna placed his hand on the one holding him up, and there was a warm little grin on his face. "Hey, it's not charity, and the scar doesn't matter to me. I've got plenty of 'em. What's one more?"

There was a short silence as Ken stared hard at Tsuna, taking his measure in so much as a wild, instinctual guy like Ken can, and just as Tsuna was expecting to get a headbutt to the face, Ken dropped him and backed up, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

"You've really gotta be messed in the head, Decimo," he said, squinting at a pile of dirt to the far side.

Tsuna smothered a bubble of excitement. "Is that a... y-yes or...?"

Chikusa said to wait as he and Ken talked quietly a few yards away. When they returned Tsuna was sweating and tugging nervously on his gloves. Ken walked right up to him and laid his elbow on his head, startling the young boss with how comfortable he was suddenly acting.

"We'll come with you. Free food is free food, right Kaki-pi?"

Chikusa nodded and adjusted his glasses with a finger. "We will watch our behavior and follow house rules, Sawada-san."

Tsuna worked to calm his hammering heart (he did it, he actually did it!) and smiled happily at Ken and Chikusa, totally ignoring the arm still resting on his head like it happened everyday. It usually did at some point since Takeshi liked to lean on him a little until Gokudera noticed and there would be some arguing (mostly one-sided as Takeshi asked Tsuna a question, purposely riling the Storm up further).

"Glad to hear it. Now, um, do you two need help grabbing your things?"

Ken backed up a step and gave Tsuna what he probably thought was a light smack on the back but in reality made the shorter teen stumble.

"Nah, we've got it, shrimp."

Once they disappeared into the building Tsuna felt a pulse of Mist at his side and turned to find Mukuro smirking down at him with clear amusement.

"You actually did it. I'm impressed, Tsunayoshi-kun. Ken can be as stubborn as a bull. Your mother will have a hard time getting him to shower regularly, I'm afraid."

Tsuna had to swallow back a laugh as a thought hit him. "Probably not. Knowing my mom she'll probably hit him with an illusion of being dunked in ice water or something. That would change anyone's mind."

Mukuro chuckled and tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Devious. I'll do it."

Tsuna smiled nervously and sent a mental apology Ken's way. His mother would have been gentle. Mukuro... ah, not so much.

The Mist Guardian stepped closer and pulled Tsuna against him. A sly grin was tugging at his lips as his eyes roamed the shorter males face as though examining a fine piece of art. Tsuna's cheeks started to go pink and his heart picked up speed. Really, what was wrong with him? He can't go falling for all his friends and unrelated Guardians!

Looking to at least pretend he wasn't flustered, Tsuna put his hands on the other's torso and pushed lightly. "What do you want, Grabby Hands?"

"I propose an alliance, Tsunayoshi-kun. I will be your permanent other Mist Guardian, helping Chrome when she struggles in the heat of battle... and in return, you destroy the Vongola and make it your own."

Tsuna resisted the urge to squirm nervously. "I'm planning that anyway."

Mukuro leaned down, nose brushing Tsuna's as his smile grew amused. "Ah, but wait, my little Sky, I want your Vongola to destroy the Mafia world as well. Remake it and ensure that a certain nightmare will never happen again."

Tsuna blinked. "You want to protect other kids?"

Mukuro chuckled and pressed his forehead to Tsuna's. "I suppose that would be perfectly acceptable collateral. I simply don't want someone like me to be running around out there. After all, there's only room enough in this world for one true master of the Six Paths of Reincarnation going around causing chaos."

A sheepish smile lit Tsuna's face. "Oh, haha... right. What was I thinking?"

Mukuro's face turned thoughtful and Tsuna felt a shiver of warm Intuition before the Mist users soft lips pressed to his own. Mukuro then backed up and smirked at Tsuna's reddening cheeks.

"Keep dawdling with your confessions, little Decimo, and I will keep stealing kisses. You have no idea how creative I can be."

Robotically Tsuna turned and walked away several paces, then pulled his hood up and over his head to hide his burning face. Crap, crap, crap, crap infinity! And why haven't I gone and - right, I have to wait to punch Mukuro, otherwise I'm punching Chrome, and I'd rather eat my fist...

Distinct chuckling behind him made his resolution harder to cling to. But then he smiled.

Let's see how high your voice goes if I kick you in the nuts.

. . .

It was safe to say that neither Ken nor Chikusa had much memory of anything pleasant. They, and Mukuro, had been very young when the Possession Bullet was created and the two subordinates at least had pitifully vague recollections of being held by family and cared for.

The feeling of safety and warmth, of being so relaxed that every tense muscle pulled taught to react at a moments notice was eased, leaving a boneless feeling of being putty, had been as disturbing as it was pleasant for Ken. He had complained to Chikusa, saying that the stupid Decimo was trying to seduce him or fuck with his head, but mostly that was trying to see if Chikusa had felt it at any point too. It took some wheedling and avoiding the bath (which Ken gladly did), but eventually Chikusa admitted that Tsuna's presence was not dreadful in the least when he isn't bearing down on anyone like an angry dragon.

Stepping out of the car, one driven by a member of the Disciplinary Committee, left Ken and Chikusa looking up at the home they had watched a number of times before the attack. It looked just as normal as before.

Tsuna stepped out of the vehicle with Chrome and said good-bye to Ferry Bird and watched him drive away. Giving the two teenagers a moment, the Decimo walked to the door with Chrome and waited there for them to make their way forward. They did after exchanging significant looks and a nod. As they approached Tsuna opened the door and let them in ahead, with Chrome leading them through and smiling shyly as they took off their dirty shoes and put them on the matt.

Ken drooled after a single sniff, and Chikusa's glasses fogged over.

The house smelled absolutely heavenly.

Tsuna waved them forward, looking as though he were restraining himself as he smiled cheerfully. "My mom's been cooking all day, so there will be a lot of left overs. Feel free to eat everything you can, and don't be afraid to go for midnight snacks."

Ken discretely wiped his mouth and Chikusa casually rubbed his glasses clear as they followed the boy with Chrome a gentle presence behind them. Down the hall they passed the entrance into the living room, passed the stairs, and into the kitchen where it looked like the table should be wobbling with the sheer amount of food placed on top. Elaborate silver platters and towers of plates on silver stands, like something out of a wedding, made the bulk of it. There was sushi, probably bought from Tsuyoshi, and bowls of thick soup, light rice balls, and steamed vegetables in addition to plates of lightly spiced pork and baked fish.

Tsuna wiped some drool of his own and caught Chrome giggling silently into her hand while watching him. He grinned helplessly.

No one can resist the siren call of good food. Especially his mothers.

As soon as Ken and Chikusa entered the room they felt Mist. It was different from what they recalled of Mukuro's. Warmer. Somehow sweeter. It was mixed with the natural Sky that has suffused the home for a year now, along with Lightning. Just standing inside the Decimo's home was an experience that Ken couldn't quite put it into words, but if pressed Chikusa might grudgingly describe the sensations of mingling Flames of the Sky as welcoming, quite literally. To him if felt akin to the gentlest hug. Both boys were struggling to deal with such a nice sensation. How could it even exist in the same world they lived through hell in?

Nana smiled sweetly at them and gestured to the table. They headed over only after Tsuna and Chrome did, and both sat closer to them than Nana. The woman was plain spoken, something Tsuna was becoming used to, and she told them with determination shining in her sepia eyes, that they are welcome to stay for as long as they want. The past is in the past and what they do in the now, and what they plan to do in the future, is what she feels is most important.

"Besides, boys," Nana said, smiling and added a touch of poison to it, oddly complimenting the lingering warmth. They couldn't help shivering. "Neither of you have done enough to make me... truly angry. I really don't see either of you pushing me to the point where I have to threaten you."

Tsuna took a bite of food, so did Chrome, neither thinking to interject. Both had faith in her abilities as a mother and adult. Meanwhile, Ken and Chikusa nodded. One had hidden his unease, the other was plainly freaked out.

Dinner was occupied mainly by Nana talking about various things they could do around Namimori, including the library, two community centers, the beach, hiking, and so forth. Tsuna chipped in now and then, saying that if either of them were interested in martial arts they should look into the Tsukinode Dojo, before quietly adding that it is where he learned how to fight like he does. This got the notice of Ken who was more of a brawler than Chikusa despite the other having more than enough strength for it. Chrome, who had taken the children to a few fast food restaurants, suggested some to them and following this Tsuna told them of his favorite bakeries.

With dinner done and Chrome in the kitchen helping with the dishes, Tsuna brought Ken and Chikusa to the living room. Ken took the chance to ask Tsuna if his mom learned how to cook from the gods, but Chikusa spoke over his bath-averse companion and asked about sleeping arrangements.

"Well... um, I was thinking we could share my room for a while, at least until the basement is fixed up for you both." Tsuna chuckled, feeling awkward. "Chrome is going to share my mom's room until you two get sick of staying here."

Ken scratched at the scar over his nose. "Sounds good. I'm fine with that-byon."

Chikusa was quiet for a moment. "Same."

. . .

That things were oddly... normal, even considering the physical reminder of theirs and Mukuro's torments through scars briefly shown when changing into pajama's.

Ken and Chikusa were set up on the floor with sleeping bags his mother had pulled out from somewhere. Comfortable squishy ones. She visited a few hours before they went to sleep, bringing honey sweetened green tea with light cookies, and a warning not to go to bed too late.

Tsuna was never the greatest conversationalist when he had to come up with something on his own. He felt a bit like a fish out of water sometimes when not in "Mafia-Boss-Angry-Lion Mode" where he always felt so certain and strong because he was protecting and following his Intuition. That secretly beloved part of himself was quiet that evening and he wasn't sure what to say or how to act now that they were in his bedroom.

It felt odd having them there. Not wrong in the least, but somewhere between discomfort and contentment.

When neither Ken nor Chikusa showed signs of sleeping, with their breathing patterns remaining anything but relaxed, he made conversation. Rather, he brought up the topic of movies and started describing his favorite films, TV series and anime. Mostly the movies and anime. By the time twelve rolled around he had gotten Ken wanting to watch Porco Rosso and Princess Mononoke. Chikusa expressed interest in Steamboy and Fullmetal Alchemist. He even showed them some of his manga with a flashlight because that little detail felt fun and pleasantly childish.

He got the feeling they relaxed around him more once he started gushing about things.

There's nothing quite as disarming as being a nerd about stuff.

. . .

Tsuna stood before the bathroom mirror, taking in every scar he had accumulated over the course of his life. A life that, though rather horrible at one time, was infinitely better than the three survivors of the Estraneo experiments.

From falling down the stairs in school and splitting his cheek, to getting his face and mouth sliced by the glass from a window display someone knocked him into. It was impressive, he supposed in a distant, almost clinical way. Many of the scars are faint and from accidents that could have, but did not, kill him. Each one was a testament to how strong he is, how much of a survivor he has grown into.

There was not a single scar he possessed that was worth shame. Not. A. Single. One.

He dragged his eyes from a pink scar on his belly, one of the old bullet wounds, and made himself look at the four somewhat ragged scars going across his chest and clavicle. With a steadying breath he made himself remember.

A choking hand crushing his throat. A bruising grip on his wrists, grinding his bones together. Dirty, filthy tasting cloth shoved in his mouth, deep enough to nearly choke. Nails digging into his skin, tearing across his chest. Hot blood dripping down his flesh. The sheer terror and helplessness. Feeling dirty and weak and somehow so stupid.

It had happened. His mother saved him. The marks had healed quickly enough. It was never happening again.

It would never happen to anyone he knew.

If he found someone attacking another, regardless of whether they shared the same reprehensible intentions he would make sure they never got the chance to hurt anyone else. Not via death, because in death suffering ceases, and more than that he lacked the heart for murder. But they would certainly never walk again, maybe never move anything below their necks.

He was Nana's son. The boy who had wonderful friends in an eclectic group of the best teenagers, and even adults, that he felt anyone could have in their lives. And they looked to him as a leader of a kind, or they looked at him with true respect. Which was still scary when he let himself dwell on it. They trusted him. They knew, like he did, that he was strong. He had to be strong to protect them and anyone else he wanted to extend that protection to. He could be stupid at times, think the silliest references, and he could be a little bit of a spazz still in other instances, but he had their full trust. Their faith.

They believed in him. He would start truly believing in himself and letting things go.

Starting with those fucking scars.

This is a serious moment for my incarnation of Tsuna. Will that last bit be addressed again? Oh, definitely. After the ring battles.

TO REVIEWERS WITH Qs AND SUCH:

GUEST: About a Xanxus-centric Omake... sounds like a fun challenge. Pelt me gently with frozen veggies for OOCness. ON THE TOPIC OF XANXUS, if there's romance between him and Tsuna it will be a non-"canon" Omake with TYL!CdC!Tsuna.

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This is just... an insane amount of reviews for me. For this fic which could be written a lot better even after editing and rewriting parts, but I don't have the heart or desire to scrap CdC to redo it all.

Thank you, thank you, to each and every one of you. A good chunk of the above names are from chapters 20-22 among others. I have a procrastination problem, but by this point I think every single reader is well aware of that. I probably won't get to answer every single review, but those who have questions in your reviews I WILL get to you, or at least leave a reply in the pre-chapter stuff. [Oct27th/16 Edits - Dec 28th, Adding Names, combing over the chapter.]