Tsuna remebered the incident with startling clarity, as most people did remember life-altering, traumatic events. Ever since that day, the world was too... cold, too loud, too fast and she was smack dab in the middle like a little kitten caught in a highway-crossing during rush hour.

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"Chaos"

He came and true to his word, chaos followed in his wake, draped over him like a mantle of thrumming darkness. As warm brown eyes met onyx, all she saw was a brilliant sun eclipsed in all encompassing darkness. The reflexive shriek got stuck in her throat, too tight to even swallow.

A green gun was aimed at her face, yet even as he shot a bullet that hit the wall a scant few inches away from her face, all she could feel was relief. Her intuition, barely a whisper compared to the knowing voice it was before, told her it was okay. Everything was finally gonna be alright.

"I was sent here by your father, to train you to become a mafia boss." His voice was clear. A deep baritone that allowed no objections. He was an arrogant man, used to getting what he wants. Tsuna oddly finds it endearing.

She is terrified though. Bitter at the mere thought of her father who carelessly stole her life from her. He wonders if Reborn knows, if he's had a hand in it. Knew what they did and allowed it but her intuition, faint as it was reacts horribly. It brews a thick yet muted miasma of guilt and "No" in her gut that she immediately discards the thought. She wonders if she should be honest and the barely there purr in her chest encourages her instead.

"Okaa-san, the home tutor is here. We'll be in my room so he knows what he's working with," Tsuna tells her mother who absently nods, eyes off into the horizon.

She pays no mind at her mothers melancholy, used to it. Instead she turns to Reborn and gestures for him to follow her up the stairs. As they get into her room the hitman notes how she squares her shoulders and breathes deeply.

"I need your help Reborn-san. I will be completely honest with you so please listen to what I have to say.," her eyes bore into his, warm and all Reborn senses is his flames trying to get to her. Except where her flames should be testing his in return he finds nothing. It's his first clue that something was very wrong.

"10 years ago, when I was around five..., my father and his boss came to visit. I think they tried to make me forget but..., I can't. I can never," she shudders here, hugging herself. She's amazed that she hasn't even stuttered. She isn't nervous at all. How odd that it was before this intriguing stranger that she found the barest hint of comfort.

"I was climbing a tree. I can't recall why exactly but at that time it was the most important thing I needed to do, or so my childish mind believed. I remember okaa-san shriek. I remember feeling weightless. I remember fear and the need to be okay..., so kaa-san doesn't get worried. Flames come out of my hands, vibrant fire that slows my fall and clung to me. I felt whole that one moment. Then I never felt it again."

The chill that goes down Reborn's spine is accompanied by outrage and betrayal taking root deep in his chest. He had trusted Timoteo. Enough to maintain an amicable working relationship with the man whose missions he paid more attention on that others. He says nothing however, waiting for the rest of the tale.

"I got a taste of being..., not exactly complete but..., I felt limitless, only to have it stolen from me. I woke up the next day and all I felt was cold. My brain felt slow.., like walking through syrup and moving..., coordination of any kind was., hard. Like My insides were jelly.," she had such a devastated look on her face while the hitman seethed in fury. He wasn't her guardian, not yet - and wasn't that yet funny in a warm tingly way that he'd never admit even under pain of torture - and he was already indignant.

"I..., feel a bit better though, when I met Reborn today. Like I was given a bit of breathing room. But... at the same time my intuition keeps making me feel frustrated. Something..., something is supposed to happen but it won't," here she scrunches her face and Reborn stares. As tightly sealed as her flames were, she still had enough intuition to get her through. Already he was feeling proud of his (not yet, but soon. Soon.) little Sky.

A feeling of warmth and yearning forms in his heart, and he makes up his mind. He was stubborn but he never lied to himself. He found a sky, sealed by people that should have protected her. He can't just let this go on. Not for his sky.

"You are my sky. We are supposed to harmonize. That is what's frustrating your intuition. I'll fix this, Ietsuna. Can you trust me on that?" Can you accept me is the unasked question. He doubts himself for once, because his little sky was vibrant and so pure that her flames call to him even when sealed so harshly.

"I trust you Reborn," she answers simply, warm smile on her face. Tsuna was the sky at dawn. weary and tired but with the promise of a coming brightness, of home as sure as the sun will rise. He relaxes involuntarily while he revises his lesson plan mentally. It will do him no good to force her to learn if she is mentally and physically incapacitated due to Iemitsu Sawada's idiocy. He knows who to call even when he does not like it.

Still, Tsuna needs to be saved. Needs to be what she can be, or the mafia will chew her up and spit her out. He could let her break the seal on her own. It will take years, would need constant threats that would wear her down and force her to overcome them through sheer will but..., Reborn cannot do that to his beautiful Sky. Not now when he knows that the seal isn't her own body subconsciously sealing her power to prevent her from hurting herself. Besides, he was selfish. He wanted to feel her flames, fell her welcome her Sun home.

--AN: Okay so I'm gonna clear up some things about Never Ending. First, this features the concept of Transcendent Skies. Or you know. Skies so powerful they get more guardians then they should, etc. Also this may be slightly A27 that could be more than just "slightly" later on. Just saying.