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PROOF APOLLO WEARS HAWAIIAN SHIRTS

“The Tri-Ni-Sette machine is failing. The world will die.” “We can’t do anything going forward. Going backwards, however, is another matter.” Ryohei had his mission: To go back. To before the most recent Arcobaleno Curse, to before the slaughter of the Simone. To before the Tri-Ni-Sette System finally gave out. Ryohei was used to loss, in the ring and in life. But this time, he promises, he’ll win. Reborn had his mission: Get in this man’s pants, or die trying. After all, Reborn was nothing if not an Icarus.

(Or: The ‘size matters’ fic)

Parings: Reborn/Sasagawa Ryohei Characters: Reborn (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Ten Years Later Sasagawa Ryouhei, Sasagawa Ryouhei, Vindice (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Arcobaleno (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Checker Face | Kawahira Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ryouhei Time Travels

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

CHAPTER 2: I’M GONNA MAKE HIM PROUD IN THE END

Sasagawa Ryohei knew he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But even a fool could see the writing on the wall when it was so ugly…and so painfully familiar.

Ryohei always knew something was wrong with his relationship with Tsuna. His ‘Harmony’. He knew that it was…Fragile. Straining to keep its hold and bond them through sheer obedience and stubbornness.

They had been told this was what they had, that this feeling was Harmony. They were told they were part of a whole, part of a Set. That their relationship, their bond, their Harmony was perfect and true. The strongest bond between Flames.

They didn’t know any better.

But Ryohei knew.

Ryohei had always known something was wrong. His — instinct, drive, passion — Flame had been put in a sun-shaped box that was ten sizes too small. Too cramped, too awkward. It wasn’t his place.

Tsuna, his little brother of ten long years, was not Ryohei’s Sky.

He should have realised sooner. After all, he’s experienced it before — this pain.

Tsuna wasn’t Ryohei’s first Sky. Ryohei had realised that as soon as he felt that creeping, unsure, frantic nudging at his Flame years ago. He knew what it felt like to be embraced, to Harmonise. It felt like coming home.

And home, for so many years, had been Kyoko. His darling little sister, who always accepted people with open arms and such unyielding optimism.

Kyoko, Hana, Ryohei. A little Set in themselves. The Kings and Queens of their playground. An indisputable trio. But they had grown. And then Ryohei kept growing. His Sun grew, larger and larger until he saw the way it begin to burn them. He saw their skin flush red, the sweat gathered on their napes.

And he remembered the pain, the biting pain in his chest, as his first Harmony burnt itself out. Kyoko had cried for days and no one knew why, all Ryohei could do was stay away and let the blisters heal.

Ryohei had nearly forgotten what it felt like. To be brought Home. Blissful ignorance was so close. And then Tsuna came, with a Sky so vast and welcoming that he thought-

He should have known better.

But he was so glad he had been part of this Set. This rag-tag band of amazing idiots. They were all so fun and fantastic and so warm.

“Please understand,” Talbot said gently, “This journey. There is no return. The past will swallow you.”

“This is a one-way trip,” Verde agreed, “Whoever goes, you’re not coming back.”

The stress in the room had been palpable. Who would go back? Who would be cut off from their Family and Set, forever?

Ryohei watched his Family look at each other, murmuring and biting their lips. They were all so important. Ryohei couldn’t imagine this Set surviving without any of them — Tsuna, Takeshi Hayato, Kyoya, Mukuro, Chrome, Lambo. They were all so necessary. Irreplaceable.

They were all so thoroughly tied into this Set, utterly perfect in their place. The Set was designed for them, down to the ember. A Set built upon the foundations of beliefs, needs and desires fulfilled.

The Set wouldn’t survive with any of those Flames lost. But… Ryohei knew.

Ryohei wasn’t their Sun — oh he wished he was — but he was still their big brother. And big brothers take the hit for the family. They make sure the youngers are happy and safe. Always.

“I’ll go,” Ryohei said again, making sure he was heard.

There was a long silence in the room. Then Mukuro stood from his seat, hands slamming down on the table with a bang.

“Absolutely not!” Mukuro shouted, a fierce look in his eyes. “Ryohei, you are not going.”

Voices piled on top of each other with a vengeance. A chair crashed against a wall, someone ducked a vase. The usual chaos of a Vongola Style Meeting.

“Enough!” Talbot boomed.

Everyone ceased, teeth gritted and fists clenched.

“Sasagawa, do you understand what you’re volunteering for?” Talbot asked him, ancient eyes boring into him from across the room.

Ryohei met them without a word. A quiet, tired acceptance, underlay with a damning drive. Ryohei was used to loss; and knowing what he did, he couldn’t wish it upon his Family. He knew the feeling of coming Home, of being welcomed with open arms — and then being forced to leave.

Ryohei was used to loss. He was the big brother of his Family, he could take it again. One more time for his Family.

“Yeah,” Ryohei said, nodding his head. “I’ll go. Just tell me what to do.”

☀

Among the Vongola’s many sprawling properties which speckled Europe, was the original church of the First Vongola Sun. It was small, with walls made of uneven stone and a roof made of sturdy wood and terracotta tile. The Vongola had been careful to preserve the sanctuary of Father Knuckles.

Ryohei was always thankful for that.

He sat in one of only ten pews, eyes closed and breathing deeply. Sunlight streamed in from an open window and he soaked it up readily, letting the warmth relax him all over exactly as Colonello had taught him years ago.

His meditative state of mind was interrupted, however, when the doors to the church were slammed open, two sets of boots clacking against the tile floor. Ryohei grimaced a bit, knowing who was coming down that aisle, and knowing exactly how pissed they were with him.

“Sasagawa Ryohei, what do you think you’re doing?” Mukuro hissed, kicking the pews until he had a clear area to stand in front of Ryohei. “Why the hell did you volunteer?”

“Ryohei,” Chrome frowned something severe, her hands clenched together in front of her in a show of careful control. “Please tell us why you think you should be the one to go back.”

Ryohei shifted in his seat, anxious energy rushing back now that he had been knocked out of his meditation half-baked. His thumb traced the edges of the Sun jewel on his Vongola Ring in a soothing, repetitive motion.

“Well,” he cleared his throat and sat back, smiling a bit, “Well, it sounded fun to the extreme, ya know? I’m going to the past! Even you haven’t gone to the past, Muku-bro!”

“You still don’t have permission to call me that,” Mukuro scowled before sitting himself down on the edge of the upturned pew. “Tell us honestly, you blundering muscle-head.”

Chrome came and sat beside Ryohei, and between the pews and these people, Ryohei was thoroughly cornered by fast encroaching Mist. It was comforting, despite how many would disagree.

Ryohei glanced between the two Mists. Over the ten years united under a Sky, these two had become his closest friends.

Chrome reminded him so much of his sister, and Ryohei had watched with no little amount of pride as Chrome had truly come into herself as a woman of Vongola. The epitome of deadly grace, Chrome had become an idol for many young mafiosos.

Mukuro was a monster, just like the rest of them. With Flames bright and vibrant, and a skill so perfected that even Arcobaleno fell to him. Ryohei had taken comfort that, with Mukuro at least, he didn’t need to hold back. Mukuro’s illusions could handle being crushed; again, and again. As many times as Ryohei needed to cool his blood.

Some people thought that Mukuro was taking advantage of Ryohei, tricking him into carrying out dastardly deeds and underhanded pranks. Some people thought that Chrome infantilised Ryohei, treated him more like the teenager he was rather than the man he had become.

What they didn’t realise was that Ryohei dealt it back as good as he got. Mukuro wanted to cause havoc? Ryohei was always ready to see if he could bring down a building. Chrome wanted him to come be quiet with her? He’ll carry her until she’s chosen a good napping spot in the orchards.

Together, these two had become his closest friends. The most unlikely of matches. But they had been perfect for him — he just wished he was perfect for them. Even now, he could see the redness in Chrome's cheeks as she tried to cool herself down, her Set burning her from the inside out.

“You guys are too important to go,” Ryohei said finally, and Mukuro raised an eyebrow in response. “The Vongola needs you. You’re the Mists, they’ll need you for defence and to hide how bad this whole situation’s going to get before the timeline uh—”

“Recalibrates according to new variables,” Chrome supplied gently, “New choices making new things happen.”

“Yeah that,” Ryohei pointed at her and she gently pushed it away. “But Talbot said that it’d take time. Like a — a cosmic lag. So, ya know, in the meantime, they’ll need you.”

“And why can’t we just send that damned Cloud?” Mukuro pushed, “Not like that guy wants to hang around with us anyway.”

“CEDEF, Kyoya’s important,” Ryohei insisted, “And so is Hayato, and Takeshi, and Lambo — and of course, Tsuna can’t go back! They’re all so important to the extreme!”

Chrome twisted in her seat, “Are you saying you’re not important, Ryohei?”

Ryohei’s mouth clicked shut. He felt eyes on him, burning into his face, and he resisted the urge to bow his head and hide.

“Never said that,” he muttered, and heard Mukuro tsk in annoyance.

“Good, cause you’re the only person here who I can tolerate for more than fifteen minutes.”

“What about Chrome?” Ryohei asked, despite already knowing the answer.

“Doesn’t count,” They answered.

Ryohei smiled when they did that. Chrome and Mukuro were perfect for each other.

“It’s for the best if I go,” Ryohei said slowly, “We can’t leave this in just anyone’s hands. And the Tri-Ni-Sette… I’m going.”

Mukuro stood up sharply and all but gritted out, “It’s because we’re too small, isn’t it?”

Ryohei bit his tongue.

Mukuro crossed his arms irritably. Chrome clasped her hands in her lap tighter.

“We,” Chrome glanced at Mukuro. “We don’t know what we’ll do without you.”

Ryohei stared at Chrome, her flushed cheeks and sweaty nape. It was mid-February, but she had already started to forgo jackets and stockings. He looked to Mukuro, who hid it well, but Ryohei could see his tie was looser than it used to be. And those gloves he used to love, had been finally cast aside.

“You’ll be fine,” Ryohei smiled, throwing his arm over Chrome’s shoulder. “You’ve got Tsuna and you've got each other!” Ryohei looked at Mukuro and said again, “You’ll be okay. I’m sure of it.”

Mukuro gritted his teeth, before letting out a huge breath. He crossed the small space and sat on the other side of Ryohei, boxing him in comfortingly.

“This is all because we’re too small to hold you,” Mukuro murmured, gazing upon the altar where Knuckles used to pray. “Our Harmony, it's too weak to keep you. It always has been.”

“I’m sorry,” Ryohei sighed, and took his arm off Chrome, trying to ignore how she took off her vest as well, covertly fanning herself. “I wish I wasn’t so… difficult for you all. I wish I was right for you. So much.”

“No,” they said at the same time, leaning into his space.

“You do not apologise for this,” Chrome scolded.

Mukuro gazed at Ryohei with a damning determination, a kind of surety Ryohei could only associate with a man who had lived life six times over. Wiser than any one man had a right to be.

“You weren’t too difficult. You were too great for us, Ryohei.”

Ryohei closed his eyes and clenched his hands together, bowing his head until they pressed to his brow.

Mukuro stared at that Ring sitting just shy of Ryohei's forehead. The proof of his position as the Vongola's Sun, the proof of the ten years Ryohei fought alongside them.

"We won't take another Sun," Mukuro announced.

Ryohei flinched, something sour and something so sweet welling in his chest. They would never take another. Never replace him.

"Even if Tsuna brings in another Sun, someone he thinks is the perfect Guardian. We won't accept them. They can be Vongola's Guardian, but they won't be our Sun. Our Ryohei."

Chrome touched Ryohei's hands, the tips of her fingers grazing the starburst scars that dotted his knuckles. All hard-won scores of the times Ryohei had fought for his Family and family.

"Our Sun, our Ryohei," she said with a smile.

☀

“You have a week,” Verde said plainly to Ryohei, surrounded by bits of metal and computers flashing with crunching algorithms. “I’m recalibrating the Tri-Ni-Sette Machine to metabolise Earth Flames. Usually, this shouldn’t take too long but given the weight of the situation, we can’t risk any unforeseen malfunctions.”

Ryohei glanced at a screen off to the side, a progress bar slowly crawling, triangulating a direct trajectory to thirty years ago and then some.

“I suggest you get your affairs in order.”

Ryohei fought the urge to wring his hands, the scent of Namimori air so familiar and cool. He followed a street lined with apartment buildings that reached high into the sky, taking the places of what was once little, family homes back in his youth.

Ryohei turned into an apartment like all the others and rode the elevator up to the sixth floor, knocking on the fourth door.

Hana opened the door and frowned at Ryohei, her hand on her hip as she stared up at him. She looked worn and more than a little tired, hair unbrushed and clothes rumpled.

“Hana!” Ryohei greeted and wrapped the woman in a tight hug.

“Oh — let me down you oaf!” She scolded sharply, her feet kicking as she pushed his face away from her.

Ryohei grinned but let her slip out of his hold. She grunted up at him as she smoothed out her already wrinkled t-shirt.

“I hope you brought those dragon fruits with you. Kyoko’s got some killer cravings right now.”

Ryohei laughed and showed the bag hanging from his hand. Dragon fruits and salad dressing — specifically the vinegary Caesar dressing kind. Hana nearly deflated in relief.

Kyoko looked up when Ryohei and Hana walked into the living room. She was cradled in a plush armchair by the window with her feet propped up and her hand resting on the swell of her belly. Kyoko reached out as Ryohei approached, her face utterly bright with joy.

“Salad dressing!” Kyoko cheered, taking the bag from Ryohei’s hands and peering inside.

“Hello to you too,” Ryohei pouted and sat himself down on a footstool beside Kyoko’s chair. “Slow down, Hana’s getting you a plate.”

“Don’t need it,” Kyoko muttered and bit into the fruit like an apple. “Skin’s healthy.”

The woman then proceeded to take a swig of salad dressing and Ryohei had to look away.

One would think that Kyoko would crave everything sweet and sugary at a time like this, but it seemed that the baby wasn’t as much of a sweet tooth. They had more of a taste for salt and vinegar, and often it led to Kyoko crying until her tongue allowed her to eat sweets again.

“You’re looking about ready to pop,” Ryohei said, offering his sister a tissue which she ignored in favour of cracking open another fruit. “Do you have a due date yet?”

“A few more weeks, looking at late next month,” Hana answered for them, scooping up the skin scraps on her wife’s lap and putting the rest of the dragon fruits on a plate. “They’ve definitely got Sasagawa blood in them though, he’s been kicking poor Kyoko at all hours.”

“Maybe he’ll be a boxer like you!” Kyoko beamed, and like she remembered to be a gracious hostess, quickly offered Ryohei a salad dressing-soaked dragonfruit.

“No thank you,” Ryohei denied as softly as he could, he had set her off before when rejecting one of her offerings. In his defence, it had been ice cream and buffalo sauce.

“Like I’d let that happen,” Hana scoffed and let herself flop down across the couch, wheezing with great fatigue.

“Rough night?” Ryohei asked, tossing a pillow at Hana for her head.

“Hana’s been doing overtime to clear her calendar for the baby,” Kyoko hummed. “And she’s been doing my share of some of the chores.”

“Your feet and legs are double their normal size, woman. You are not walking around more than you need to,” Hana mumbled into her pillow.

Kyoko smiled and cooed wordlessly at Hana, making happy little noises as she continued to gorge herself on her weird concoction. Hana glanced at Kyoko out of the corner of her eye and smiled back in a way she only showed to Kyoko.

Ryohei felt his chest grow warm at the quiet affection shared between his sister and sister-in-law. It was times like these, Ryohei was glad that Hana had left him to be with Kyoko. They were so happy now.

It had taken a while for Kyoko to accept Hana, she had always been a loyal little sister. But Ryohei was glad she had listened to him.

They were good for each other, brought out the best of each other. And they loved each other, deeply and warmly. Kyoko was better for Hana, and Hana was best for Kyoko.

It had stung when Hana had told him she thought they should see other people, after all, he had been so sure she was ‘the one’. But his baby sister got to have her happy ever after, so in the end, it all ended well. Ryohei had come to terms with the fact that, maybe, love just wasn’t for him.

And he got a nephew out of it! So all well that ends well, he supposed.

Ryohei bit the inside of his cheek. He just wished he got to meet them, even just once. Got to see his sister holding her baby, got to spoil them utterly rotten…

“Speaking…Speaking of overtime,” Ryohei cleared his throat, and Kyoko looked over, all too attuned to her brother’s tones. Her brother, and ex-Sun. Kyoko was very good at reading Ryohei. “The Vongola… I’m going on a trip.”

“What kind of trip?” Kyoko asked carefully.

Ryohei smiled thinly, trying to pick out his words carefully. “A long one. Far away too.”

Hana had sat up at this point, her hands in her lap and her eyes sharp — but she remained quiet, letting her wife and Sky speak for both of them.

“Are we allowed to contact you during your trip?” Kyoko asked. It wouldn’t be the first time Ryohei had to drop off the map for a while, gone incognito. He had a very forgettable face when he managed to keep a cap on his energy.

“No,” Ryohei admitted, “No, I won’t be…able to talk to anyone.”

Kyoko frowned more and started to pet her belly absently, a kind of self-soothing habit she had formed in the recent months.

“When will you come back?”

Ryohei paused for a moment too long, staring past Kyoko and out the window behind her. Out at Namimori.

He wondered if his nephew would attend Namimori Middle, if they’d walk the same paths he and Kyoko walked so many times. He wondered if they’d use the same classrooms — or if Kyoko’s prediction would come to be and they’d join the boxing club just like their uncle.

“Ryohei,” Kyoko pressed and he shifted his eyes over to her with a sheepish smile. “When are you coming home?”

Home.

“Not for a long time,” Ryohei said gently, and took Kyoko’s hand in his own when he saw that flash of panic in her expression. “This is a big job this time, Kyoko. Your big brother’s got a lot of work to do.”

“Ryohei—”

“But you’re a big girl now, Kyoko,” he smiled, “You’ve got your life together! You’ve got your Bachelors, you’re married, and you’ve got an extreme baby on the way! You don’t need your big brother all up in your business, getting in the way.”

“You can’t go. I’m having a baby, I need you,” Kyoko said, gripping Ryohei’s hand with a vengeance.

“You’ll be okay, you know that. You have Hana spoiling you, and Tsuna would bend the Vongola backwards to look after your every need. Mum and Dad are also just a call away — God knows Mum’s been ready for a grandchild, she’s just been scared it’d come from me!”

Hana snorted in the background. She had been a victim of the Sasagawa matriarch’s empty-nest syndrome twice now. The only difference was the first time around had been full of caution and warnings about the child being too much like its potential father.

“But I need you,” Kyoko pleaded, looking at Ryohei and trying to see in his face why he was leaving.

Ryohei grinned, stomping down a sting in his chest, “You haven’t needed me for a long time, Kyoko.”

She had cried for days when their Harmony had broken, withering away like a dried sapling under the sun. Their youth had been on their side, however, and their wounds had healed without so much as a scar. She continued life with her usual bright smiles and unrelenting optimism.

Like she had never even had a Sun. But Ryohei remembered.

“I’m gonna miss welcoming them with you,” Ryohei continued, looking to Kyoko’s stomach. “But you’d probably just yell at me for yelling or crying on the baby.”

“We’re already expecting one screamer, we don’t need another,” Hana sniped from the couch and Ryohei let out a laugh.

“Why do you have to go?” Kyoko asked, still holding Ryohei’s hand in a death grip.

Ryohei looked at her little hand in his own, small and adorned in a shining wedding ring.

“I’m just doing what I always do: I’m looking after my little siblings. My family will always come first. You, Hana, Tsuna, Chrome, Mukuro, and all the others. I’m going so that I can help you, as best I can.” Ryohei looked at her again and smiled reassuringly, pushing as much Sun and warmth into the air as he could.

It didn’t do what he wanted it to. Kyoko wasn’t his Sky anymore.

Her face turned a sickly shade of green and Hana quickly stood from the couch and pushed a cup of water into Kyoko’s hands, a small bucket under her arm just in case. Pregnancy was a finicky thing, and Flames had a history of making things just that little bit more complicated.

Ryohei smiled through it and pulled his Sun back to his chest, letting Hana’s Cloud dapple the space and sooth her Sky.

“But you’re leaving,” Kyoko coughed, wiping her mouth.

Ryohei looked at his sister and then looked to her stomach, full of life and potential. A child ready to take on the whole world and outshine any of them.

A dying world, slowly grinding to a halt.

Ryohei wouldn’t let that happen. Ryohei was going to hand over this world to that little life, and he was going to make sure they had as much time in it as they wanted. To play, make mistakes, love, grow and live.

Ryohei would always put his family first.

“Hey, Kyoko, Hana,” he began softly, and they both looked over. “Can you promise me that you’ll tell them about me? Extreme stories of their extreme uncle?”

Kyoko opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She wrung her hands in her dress, confusion and stress in her expression.

“We will,” Hana announced, her hand tight on her wife’s shoulder. “We’ll tell them everything. The time you pissed your pants in Elementary, when you climbed a bathhouse chimney like a damned fool, when you chased everyone who you thought would put up a fight. No embarrassing detail spared, you big oaf.”

Ryohei smiled.

☀

The Vongola Sun Quarters had always been rather modest in design. Embellishments and ornaments restrained to cornices and windows. When Ryohei had moved into the Sun Quarters, he had been told that Knuckles had been adamant about keeping the place humble and simple, and despite the many hands this room had been passed between, they had all respected its origins.

Furniture and personal taste had come and gone, but the bones of the room remained the same. No one had dared to paint the walls, or commission craftsmen to refurbish the fixtures. The only true change to the room over the centuries had been the electrical lights and security.

Ryohei was happy he could keep to the tradition. All his things were in boxes, ready to be dispersed to their next owners. The Vongola Sun Quarters were once again bare.

On his bed, Ryohei’s one luggage sat still open. He was packing everything he thought he’d need or couldn’t part with, everything and anything that could fit in one bag.

Clothes weren’t important, those could be bought again. What Ryohei packed were photos of everyone, carefully and painstakingly edited by Basil to ensure no Vongola alignments or dates were visible. Photos, keepsakes, first aid kit and underwear.

Ryohei looked through his diaries, seeing all the notes he had made for himself over the years and deciding which ones to take. What he wanted to remember the most, what he wanted to make sure would never slip his mind.

There was a soft knock at his door and Ryohei didn’t need to turn around to sense the presence of an aching Sky.

Tsuna stepped into the room and chewed his inner cheek, desperately trying not to look in any one direction for too long. He had never seen the Sun Quarters so empty before. It was a gaping reminder that Ryohei had only hours left.

“Hey, Tsuna!” Ryohei greeted, turning around and leaning back on his desk. “What’s up?”

Tsuna closed the door behind him and walked deeper into the hollowed-out room. He looked tired, his clothes rumpled and his hair askew. It made Ryohei frown a bit, but Tsuna spoke first.

“I… We need to talk about some stuff,” Tsuna uttered slowly, coming to a stop just a few strides away from Ryohei.

“Huh? Uh, sure, what stuff?”

Tsuna glanced at Ryohei's suitcase, full of photos and keepsakes. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, taking a moment to breathe and recentre himself.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, flat and to the point. “Going to the past — Tabolt and Verde said you can't come back. Are you sure about this?”

Ryohei smiled at Tsuna and the way his hands were clenched at his sides. Tsuna was wound tight, nervous, anxious and confused.

“Yeah, I'm sure. This is important, we can't give it to just anyone!” Ryohei assured, and Tsuna looked at him.

His face was flushed, his eyes were red. Tsuna crossed his arms over his chest and rocked back on his heels, shoulders hunched.

“Are you sure about leaving us?” Tsuna asked, “Leaving our Harmony?”

Ryohei’s smile wavered, his hands clutched at the edge of his desk.

“Yeah,” Ryohei said again, voice soft in the quiet room. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Tsuna’s face pinched. Ryohei hadn’t even seen Tsuna make that kind of a face when he had been shot.

“I’m sorry,” Tsuna uttered.

“Hey, come on, little bro,” Ryohei soothed and pushed off from his desk. He crossed the room and grasped Tsuna by his shoulders. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.”

“But I could have been better,” Tsuna whispered, his voice hoarse. “I don’t know — maybe if I had tried harder, listened to Reborn more then—”

Ryohei smiled at Tsuna, at the Sky.

Not His Sky, but a Sky nonetheless. A Sky that, hurt and scared, had let Ryohei in and given him a home for years. Had given him a Family, a place to belong.

“You did everything you could,” Ryohei assured, and bent at the knees so he could see those eyes that had captured the Italian Mafia. “We’ve been together for an extreme ten years. Why would you apologise for that?”

Ten years under a Sky who did his best, who opened his arms — under duress or not — and that kept Ryohei close to his heart. A Sky who let Ryohei burn him for ten years.

How could Ryohei ever resent Tsuna?

“It’ll hurt,” Tsuna murmured, “You’ll be gone.”

Ryohei nodded understandingly, and then said, “But it’ll hurt less than it does now.”

Tsuna flinched hard. He didn’t deny it.

How could he? Tsuna couldn’t have known what was happening when he was young, fresh in chaos and Harmony. Tsuna had been so overwhelmed with his world all aflutter, there was no way he could have recognised where the fever was coming from.

Their Harmony was weak, corroded. Tsuna understood that now.

He wished he didn’t.

For all that talk of ‘Neo-Primo’, of ‘Oath Flame’, of ‘Vastest Sky’, Tsuna couldn’t even keep his Sun and brother.

Ryohei squeezed Tsuna’s shoulders and let go. Tsuna could still feel the brand of those hands, an uncomfortable heat that left him parched and needing the cover of his Cloud, the cool of his Rain.

Tsuna raised his head and Ryohei��s smile was still there, warm and unyielding as ever.

Their Harmony broke, and settled into ash.

Tsuna swallowed and Ryohei nodded slowly, because he knew. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t hurt anymore, and Tsuna could feel it. The relief had drenched his body, leaving him cool and refreshed, like stepping into shade.

It hurt that it barely hurt.

Ten years — a whole decade — of knowing and loving each other. Ten years of fighting side by side, of the weight of the mafia, the world and life shared on their shoulders. Ten years of trying so hard to be a good Sky, a good Sun, a perfect Harmony—

Letting go was so easy.

It should have been painful. It should have hurt. It should have been like ripping out a part of their hearts, like prying the pieces of each other from their soul—

Like putting down a heavy burden. Finally lying down the boulder. Finally unlatching the chains.

Letting go was so easy.

Tsuna didn’t know when he started to cry.

Ryohei didn’t know if it was out of grief.

“You are my little brother, whether you like it or not,” Ryohei said, not a quiver in his voice, not a catch in his throat.

“Of course,” Tsuna agreed, and didn’t move to wipe his face when a tear tracked down his cheek. He sat in the misery, and tried not to identify where it came from. “Always, Ryohei. You’re family. Kyoko would kill me.”

Ryohei let out a laugh.

“That’s why I’m going, Tsuna,” he continued, and looked around at his room, stripped bare and packed up in boxes. “You, the guys, Kyoko, Hana, and the kids. You’re all my family. This machine thing is our last shot. I want to be there to make sure it happens.”

Tsuna blinked, trying to make another tear fall. His eyes had already dried up.

“I understand,” Tsuna nodded, hands clasped in front of him. “Thank you, brother.”

Ryohei grinned and threw an arm around Tsuna’s shoulders, jostling the younger man and pat his chest, “No worries, lil bro! Why don’t you go find Hayato and Takeshi? You’re looking less than extreme, and those two always fix you right up.”

Tsuna turned his head and buried his face in Ryohei’s shoulder, pressing hard and sure like he was trying to impress the feeling into his memory. Then he pulled back and wiped at his face, red and flushed, and Ryohei took his arm off him.

“I’ll see you at dinner then,” Tsuna said, standing in Ryohei’s doorway.

He looked bright standing there. Already, the sweat had started to dry, and that red flush had gone pink and receded. Tsuna felt cool for the first time in ten years.

“See you at dinner,” Ryohei waved, and the door clicked shut.

Ryohei dropped his hand and stood alone in the Sun Quarters. Somewhere down the halls, he heard the sounds of crashing in the Mist Quarters. There was a haunting silence everywhere else.

Everyone had felt it. The Sun was gone. The heat had ended.

They were free now.

Ryohei looked at his diaries, still strewn open across his desk. He walked over and grabbed one from two years ago, opened to the page detailing Kyoko and Hana’s wedding — He tore the page out. Ryohei looked for when Lambo graduated from Elementary school. He tore that out too. A series of logs about odd napping spots Tsuna was seen in during crunch time. Takeshi’s twenty-third birthday. Hayato’s existential crisis. Kyoya’s animal adoption phase. Chrome frantically dodging marriage requests. Mukuro using his illusions to create a haunted house for the kids.

Ryohei tore and tore, ripping pages out one after another. Then he took a pen, hearing the plastic crack under his too-tight grip and began scratching out all the names and dates. He couldn’t decide which book had the most memories, so he took it all. All of his most important memories stacked together in a disjointed, tattered and defaced pile.

He dropped the pen and let it roll off somewhere, looking at the pages and how high they stacked. Years worth of life condensed into a pile of paper, frayed unevenly at the edges and full of spelling mistakes.

Ryohei looked over to his luggage and pulled out one of his keepsakes: the bandages he had wrapped his fists with during the battle for the Rings. They were worn and speckled with bits of dried blood and sweat.

He unravelled one of the wraps and tied the loose papers together into a bundle. It bent oddly in sections, the knot was askew and he was sure the pages were going to be curved into some weird shape within time — it was a ragged stack of memories.

Ryohei tossed it into his luggage and snapped everything shut.

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Despite the fact that Verde had been hailed as the next coming of Da Vinci, he had never been particularly artistic with his machines. They tended to be brutalist in design, with sharp edges and geometric shapes. Function over fashion.

It left Ryohei wondering if he was seeing poetry where there was none, searching for light in the dark.

The time machine was massive. With two swooping arms of wire and metal plating that arched into the air. It was like an enormous metallic laurel, wreathing the platform that would send Ryohei far away and far ago. That machine against the backdrop of Autumn in full golden swing, framed by the orange and yellow trees that rowed the walls of a quiet valley, only made it shine more.

It looked magnificent. It looked terrifying.

“I trust you have everything,” Talbot said as Ryohei approached the machine, his hand clutching the handle of his suitcase.

“Yes,” Ryohei nodded, “And I got those fake IDs.”

“The forged identification, yes, that will certainly make life easier,” Talbot agreed, thumbing the side of his bird’s head cane. “And, forgive me for asking again, but you understand what you are getting yourself into, yes?”

Ryohei smiled at the old man, “Yeah, I know. I’m looking after my family, right?”

Talbot paused for a moment, regarding the response. Then he smiled with wrinkled lips and settled himself on the uneven ground.

“Indeed,” Talbot murmured.

Grass crunched underfoot and Ryohei turned to meet the many gazes of the Vongola Family, all of them dressed in black suits like they were mourning a loss. For a moment, Ryohei wondered if Kyoko would come to see him off, but then remembered that the baby wouldn’t handle altitude sickness well.

Tsuna stepped forward from the group, dew clinging to the toes of his shoes and making them shine with the machine’s light.

“Ryohei,” he began softly, then took a breath and spoke again, louder. “Where you’re going, to the past. You can’t take anything incriminating. Anything with a Vongola embellishment, I need you to return.”

Ryohei knew this was coming. He had at least hoped to keep Kangaryuu — but the emblazoned ‘VONGOLA’ that had been stamped across it said otherwise. Ryohei nodded and reached into his pocket, pulled out his Box Weapon and handed Kangaryuu over.

Ryohei glanced at his Ring, golden yellow and always warm on his hand. He took it off before he could think twice and, like it burnt, dropped it into Tsuna’s awaiting hand.

It happened faster than Ryohei could realise. The Ring, always so bright and vivid, dulled without notice. Then a soft light shone from within, just like all those years ago when it had been unsealed—

A simple, grey metal band with a shield pendant sat in Tsuna’s palm. Locked and sealed. Just as it had been nearly a decade ago back when they had battled for them against the Varia.

“After all, you truly are Knuckle’s true successor,” Talbot said gently.

Ryohei stared at the cold, contained Ring, and he felt his heart soar. He was Knuckle’s true successor. Even if he wasn’t Tsuna’s, even if he wasn’t Vongola, Ryohei was still Knuckle’s.

He shouldn’t be happy. He really shouldn’t and he knew that. But as Ryohei stared at that tightly sealed Ring once more, he knew he would never be forgotten. That once he was gone, whoever came next, whatever Sun came to take his Quarters, his Box, his Family — They’d never truly replace him. They’d never have his Ring.

Ryohei would never be forgotten. Knuckles would make sure of that.

Mukuro huffed from off to the side, a kind of snide, vindictive sneer to his expression. He was right, whatever Sun Tsuna brought home would never be his.

Ryohei shouldn’t be so happy.

“Calibrations are ready,” Verde called out.

“R-Right,” Tsuna snapped to attention, his eyes just as locked to the Ring as Ryohei’s.

Verde loudly scoffed from his place wrapped in computers and gestured for Ryohei to hurry up.

Ryohei swallowed his anxiety and walked the path between his family and all their allies, the machine aglow with a pale yellow light. The machine gave a soft clunk as he stepped up onto the pedestal, and Ryohei noticed how the air seemed charged, nearly vibrating as he inhaled it.

“Remember your mission Ryohei,” Hayato called out, his arms crossed irritably, visibly uncomfortable. “Find the Vindice, give them the info, get that machine built.”

“Right!” Ryohei shouted as the machine began to give a low, rumbling ‘whirr’.

“And remember what you promised me!” Mukuro reminded, the tone coming through gritted teeth.

“Of course!” He nodded, grinning through the nerves. “Of course, I won’t forget!”

“Ryohei!” Tsuna called out and Ryohei looked over. “Make sure that machine gets built! Please!”

Ryohei nodded, fists clenched at his sides. Then his family all bent at the waist, their Japanese heritage resurfacing with a vengeance as they all bowed their heads to their older brother and school-life ‘senpai’.

“Thank you very much!” They all said together.

Ryohei felt his eyes sting and his vision swim. He took a sharp breath.

“Take care of each other!” Ryohei ordered them and raised his arms in a large, boisterous wave.

The laurel’s metallic tips met high above his head, sparks flew-

Ryohei stood in a large field, with emerald trees and grass as far as the eye could see. His hands still raised to wave goodbye.

#khr #sasagawa ryohei #reborn #fanfiction #time travel fic #fix it fic #khr rare pair #leftnotright #ao3 #proof apollo wear hawaiian shirts

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strawwritesfic · 8 months ago

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Ryohei Sasagawa x Female!Reader: Cootie Catcher [Ch. 4]

Summary: You liked it better in the old days, when boys had cooties and didn’t talk to you.

Challenge: “What to do, oh, What to do?” by crimsonxtearx5 on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Friends to lovers; idiots to lovers; childhood friends; happily blended family; embarrassing parents; civilian!reader; bookworm!reader; opposites attract; Namimori Middle School; TYB!KHR Cast; no honorifics; boxing club; tutoring; Seven Minutes in Heaven; birthday party; mild language)

Relationships: Ryohei Sasagawa/Reader; Original Character/Original Character; Kyoko Sasagawa & Reader; Ryohei Sasgawa & Kyoko Sasgawa; Tsuna Sawada & Hayato Gokudera & Takeshi Yamamoto; Hibari Kyoya & Reader; Hibrari Kyoya & Ryohei Sasagawa; Kyoko Sasagawa/Tsuna Sawada/Haru Miura

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Master List

Chapter 4: Should Have Made Up Sooner

Getting ready to take your high school entrance exams was hard work. Even for someone as dedicated to school as you, the studying took up a lot of your time. Several months lay between you and those tests, but you wanted to go in completely prepared—which was why giving yourself a rare evening to read a book you actually wanted to read meant a lot to you. You could curl up in a chair in the corner of your room and forget about the stresses of reality for just a little while.

“Honey?”

You turned a page in your novel without giving any indication you heard your mother rapping on the outside of your bedroom door. She’d been coming upstairs with excuses to check on you for the last hour or so. Why did she need your attention this badly? Katsuro had given her a cell phone so that she could constantly text you; now she wouldn’t give you any alone time when you were home either.

“Honey?”

Whatever she needed you for, she wasn’t about to give up and go away this time.

“What, Mom?” you asked with your eyes still glued to your page.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”

“Answer what?”

“Your phone.” She pointed at the device sitting at the little table next to you. “That’s the fifth time it’s gone off since you came home from school.”

“It’s not ringing right now.”

“But it was about ten seconds ago.”

Could she not tell you didn’t want to talk about it? Of course not. Even the person calling you incessantly couldn’t take the hint, so why should you expect your mother to? You did not attempt to continue the conversation. She didn’t get that either. When you remind tight-lipped, she crossed the room to kneel next to your chair.

“That nice Sasagawa boy has been leaving you messages, hasn’t he? Don’t you think the polite thing to do would be to call him back?”

“I’m not going to call him back,” you said flatly., and turned another page in your book as loudly as you could. “If he needs to talk to me that badly, he can talk to me at school.”

Or Ryohei could talk to you at school, if he could find you. He hadn’t managed to do so yet. Hibari had given you permission to skip tutoring for the week, which left you free to leave the school grounds as soon as class was over. Throw in eating lunch in a different place every day, and Ryohei shouldn’t ever have a chance to discuss the Seven Minutes in Heaven incident with you before you left Namimori Middle forever.

“When you have a crush on someone, you aren’t supposed to avoid them. Not all the time, anyway. And I really don’t think he’s the kind of boy that wants someone who plays hard to get,” your mom put in.

“Mom, I am not playing hard to get. Okay? And I don’t have a crush on Ryohei.”

“Didn’t you say you get butterflies in your stomach when you seem?”

“Well—”

“And that your face gets all hot when you say something dumb around him?”

“I mean—”

“And that you get annoyed when you see him spending time with his sister’s best friend?”

This was what you got for opening up to your mother. Ask her to take you to the doctor for all these crazy symptoms, and what did you get instead? Constantly heckling about the wonders of puberty. She’d even refused to let you stay home from school for those first few days after Ryohei’s party. Maybe if she had, you wouldn’t be forced into such drastic measures to keep Ryohei away from you!

“I’m just coming down with something,” you mumbled for what felt like the fiftieth time.

Your mother reached up to hover the back of her hand against your forehead. “You don’t feel warm to me.”

“Well, then I must be starting to get over it.”

“Then I think you’re healthy enough to call the boy. He’s your best friend, [Name].”

“I know.” You couldn’t help sounding so miserable. Did she think you enjoyed eating lunch all alone every day? “But I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay to have a crush on him, you know. It’s perfectly normal for girls your age. And mine! All those things you feel? I feel them when I look at Katsuro. And I’m normal, right?”

“Debatable.”

“Hey! He’s my best friend, just like the Sasagawa boy is yours.”

“Mom, you’re only making me feel worse. I don’t want to like Ryohei like that.”

“Why not?”

You chewed on your lower lip in lieu of answering.

“Before all this started, you two were inseparable,” she went on. “I hardly saw you around the house without him attached to your hip.”

“I don’t want that to change! I mean, he’s the only person at school that talks to me, other than Hibari.”

“And you’re repaying his kindness by refusing to talk to him?”

“I…” You swallowed roughly. For once, your mother was completely right—not just about how you felt about Ryohei, but how badly you were treating him. Your throat felt tight with tears as you said, “I just hoped it would go away.”

“Your crush?”

You took a deep breath, placed your book on the nearby table, and curled into yourself on your chair. “Yes.”

“It might, Sweetheart. But do you want him to have found another best friend in the meantime?”

“No,” you moaned.”

“Then I really think you should call him back, or at least pick up next time he calls you. I get the sense he really misses you, and for what? A silly game of Seven Minutes in Heaven?”

“You’re right. Thanks for the advice, Mom.”

“Anytime.” She stood to walk out of your room, but paused before she exited entirely. “I’m going to go make dinner. If you need anything else, you know where to find me. Don’t spend all day reading. Okay? At least try to talk to your friend.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Good.”

With one last meaningful glance at your cell phone, she left you alone. You looked at it yourself. A blinking light indicated you had another voicemail. No points for guessing who had left it. And while, yes, you’d just given your word that you’d quit ignoring him, you didn’t feel ready yet to discuss the Seven Minutes in Heavens debacle—especially not with Ryohei himself. What would you say? How could you convince him hurt feelings weren’t the cause of your sudden disappearance? Obviously, you couldn’t tell him the truth.

“Ten more minutes,” you told yourself. You’d nearly finished chapter five anyway, and focus would come easier when you didn’t have outstanding words to read. One chapter was surely better than the entire book in terms of procrastination.

Picking your book back up, you settled back against the chair cushion just in time for your phone to start buzzing once more. The sudden flood of nerves felt like a punch to your stomach. No! You weren’t ready! But you had promised.

“Hello?” you said after accepting the call.

“[Name],” the voice on the other end roared. You winced as you wrenched the phone away from your ear. “Finally!”

“Hi, Ryohei. Listen, I—”

“Can you open the door? It’s sweltering out here!”

“Can I—where are you?” You twisted in your seat to push back the curtain hanging across your bedroom window.

“Outside your house, of course!” he said, just as you spotted a head covered in short, silver hair below.

“What? No!”

Despite your protests, you were already up and dashing for the front door. Ryohei, however, did not know this. He rambled on, “Well, you wouldn’t talk to me at school, and I can never find you after school, so I—”

You yanked the door open and interrupted him mid-sentence. The two of you stared at one another until you took your phone away from your face and ended the call.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly.

“Hey,” he said, just as awkwardly. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for ages.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.”

You both stared again. Heat crept up the back of your neck. Your lips twitched. Those awful stomach butterflies returned with a vengeance. Could this really be as normal as a teenage crush? The mere sight of Ryohei hadn't ever made you feel like you wanted to run and hide under your bed before, and standing there at your doorstep, you would have traded just about anything to not feel that way again.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked at last.

“Only if you want me to.”

“Why wouldn’t I want you to come in?”

“Because I didn’t kiss you!”

Your mouth fell open. Sure, you’d heard Gokudera tell Ryohei the truth behind Seven Minutes in Heaven, listened to the voicemails begging you for a call back, and endured Kyoko’s suggestions you could just talk to her brother for a minute to straighten things out, but never in a million years had you considered that Ryohei actually believed you’d stopped talking to him because he hadn’t kissed you.

Ryohei must have taken your shock as space for further explanation, so hurried on, “Octopus Head told me everything about the game we played at my party after you felt. I’m extremely sorry that I didn’t kiss you, but I didn’t know that was the point!”

No matter how many times you opened and closed your mouth, no sound came out.

“[Name]? Are you extremely mad at me?”

“I—” Success! A single word! Now to string a few more onto it before Ryohei had any crazier ideas. “No! I’m not mad at you at all.”

“You’re not? Are you sure?”

“Positive!”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” he demanded.

You took a deep breath and prepared yourself to lie your butt off. You hadn’t felt very well the last couple of weeks; please just go home; maybe you’d talk to him this weekend. But Ryohei looked so upset that your fibs died on your lips. How could even look him in the eye when you were going to treat him like that?

So you didn’t. You moved your eyes to your feet and told him the truth: “I was just embarrassed doing that in front of your friends. I’m really glad you didn’t kiss me.”

“You are?”

You nodded. “I’m just not used to playing games like that.”

“So you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” Finally, you worked up the nerve to face him again. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a jerk.”

“It’s no problem! Kyoko says sometimes people can do weird stuff when they experience an extreme shift in their homelife.”

Well, Katsuro wasn’t what you’d call an extreme shift in your homelife. He’d been a fixture there for quite some time before he and your mother tied the knot. But you had no intention of weaseling out of the excuse Ryohei had offered you. You wanted your best friend back at school. At least he had other friends to spend time with when you were giving him the cold shoulder.

“Thanks, Ryohei.” You smiled. “And next time you have a party, maybe we can play something else?”

Ryohei did something strange when you said that: He frowned. Before you could ask him why, though, he hitched his usual grin back in place.

“If it makes [Name] extremely uncomfortable, we’ll never play Seven Minutes in Heaven again.”

“Good.”

Perhaps his disappointment had just been in your imagination. Why would Ryohei be disappointed about not getting shoved into a dark closet with you again? You doubted he had much actual interest in kissing. An underclassman had tried to him a lunch just a few months ago, and he’d only promised to remember to bring his own lunch from then on so no one felt obligated to sacrifice their own meal for him.

“You want to come inside?” you asked. “We have Yakult.”

“Yes, please!”

You stood aside to let him in. Ryohei stopped in the entryway to take off his shoes, and you marched into the kitchen, pulled out the Yakult and some coconut water, and got busy mixing the drinks.

“Two glasses?” Your mother asked as she wandered into the kitchen. You could tell by her smile that she already knew, but you answered anyway:

“Ryohei’s over.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful! Did you two make up?”

“Sort of. We weren’t really fighting.”

“Oh, I get it.” She winked at you. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“What secret?” asked Ryohei. Of course. Now he showed up, just in time to overhear that.

“Hi, Ryohei,” your mother said.

“Hello, Mrs. [L Name]! How are you doing to the extreme?”

“I’m fine. Just lonely lately, what with [Name] off at school so often and Katsuro working long hours.”

You waggled a finger at her over your stirring. “Quit trying to make him feel bad. Grandma visits almost every day. And you know Ryohei isn’t the one keeping me at school so long. I already told you that’s Hibari.”

Your mom did not reply to this. For several blissful seconds, you thought she might wander off to go do her own thing. But you could not be so lucky. The next words out of her mouth were:

“So Ryohei, are you and [Name] dating yet?”

“Oh, my God!” you shouted before Ryohei had an opportunity to comprehend the question. Thankfully, your apparent distress got his attention at once.

“What happened? What's the matter?" he asked.

You grabbed his wrist. “I just remembered.”

“Remembered what?”

“I left my umbrella at school today. It might rain tomorrow. We need to go get it!”

“But your mother just—”

“Right now!”

Without waiting for her to say anything else to keep either of you there, you dragged Ryohei by his arm out of the kitchen and toward the front door. The Yakult would have to wait for a safer time. At least for now you had your best friend back…so long as your mother’s big mouth didn’t put an end to that once more.

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ask-skull-and-muffin · 2 years ago

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Goodnight Story #3

[Plain Text: "Goodnight Story #3" Bigger Text in cursive/end pt]

t's a normal day in the Vongola Mansion. So of course eventually someone bursts into tears. It just so happened that this time, the one crying is Kyoko's most beloved little girl!

When Kyoya opens the door hastily, looking uncomfortable and awkwardly holding the girl under one arm, Kyoko immediately rushes to her daughter's aid. Of course Kyoya hands her the girl immediately, looking somewhat confused when he explains. "I found her in Tsunayoshi's office. And she just burst into tears?"

Kyoko cradles her girl closely, cuddling her and cooing comfortingly. She does also apologize to Kyoya, because he looks troubled. "I'm sorry-She's not allowed in Tsu-kun's office."

Then she turns back to her daughter, her voice impossibly soft. "Sweetie calm down, you're okay..."

But the brown-haired girl continues sobbing, taking big, gasping breath, only to wail laudly as she points at one very confused Kyoya. Kyoko frowns faintly, rocking her daughter and walking away from her friend, to pace around the room to calm her little dear down. Finally, the little girl manages to gasp out words, barely coherent through her tears. "W-will Hibari-san be under my bed t-tonight?! I-I didn't do it on purpose!!"

Kyoko blinks rapidly, somewhat confused herself now. Kyoya does not have a hobby of hiding under people's beds, does he..? By the looks of it the man in question even more confused than Kyoko herself actually. At least until Hayato speaks up, oddly self-satisfied, if a bit dismissive. "Oh, yeah. I told her if she breaks a rule you'd do that."

Sometimes Hayato really can't read a room, huh... Kyoko watches with a deadpan expression, when Kyoya turns to Hayato. There is a bit of venom in his voice. "You told a four year old I would do what?"

Hayato flinches, crossing his arms and rapidly realizing his mistake. He still tries to defend himself, which Kyoko personally thinks is a bit silly. "You punish people for breaking rules, that's still your whole deal!"

Kyoya is looming over Hayato like some divine threat and for the first time in forever, Kyoko really doesn't feel the need to interfere. Mostly because this is something Hayato kind of earned. Seems he forgot one of Kyoya's biggest life principles. Kyoya is just kind enough to remind everyone. "When needed, I administer appropriate punishments. Psychological torment is not an appropriate punishment when it comes to little animals!"

Hayato positively shrinks in the face of Kyoya's rage, his voice coming out very quiet and apologetic. "I didn't think you'd-"

That's the moment Kyoya lunges forward, grabbing Hayato's collar and dragging him close. Kyoko just rocks her fussing dear, still not interfereing, because that smirk is positively sinister. "If you don't think , you don't need your head."

Hayato manages to get out a single, high-pitched squawk before Kyoya takes him down with a beautifully executed right hook. The boys are probably going to wrestle for a bit now, so Kyoko leaves the room, rocking her little girl and sighing faintly. "You don't have to be scared of Hibari-san. You know he loves you a whole lot, right?"

The toddler makes big eyes up at her, clearly not entirely believing her words. Hayato will have to work very hard to make up for this mistake. "Bu... But I broke a rule..."

Kyoko is, in fact, on her way to tell her Tsu-kun what happened. Hayato will be very unhappy with the punishments he wo soon be receiving, but that's the consequences of putting ideas in their little treasure's head. "Yes and you're still gonna be in trouble for that, by the way. But that doesn't mean he'd love you any less."

The little girl still looks unconvinced and Kyoko likely won't be able to get that scary idea out of her mind anytime soon. But she can make things just a little easier for Kyoya in the future, hopefully. "Uncle Hayato broke one of his rules roo, you know? Hibari-san still loves him anyways, that's just how he rolls."

The girl sniffles loudly, hiding her face on Kyoko's shoulder and pouting firmly. Kyoko can only breathe a tiny sigh. Hopefully this isn't something that sticks forever...

Kyoya is gonna be heartbroken...

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #Muffin's Goodnight Stories #Khr tyl!hibari #khr tyl!kyoko #khr tyl!hayato #khr tyl!tsuna #Insert any khr oc

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lady-lazagna · 2 years ago

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Say hello to the Otori/Ndukwe kiddos, 27 years after Fury's end!

Koa is a very sweet boy who loves his family and wants nothing more than their collective happiness. He's very empathetic and understanding towards others; in fact, he's so empathetic that when he was younger, every time one of his baby sisters cried, he would cry as well- something that, while sweet, only added to his parents' terrible headaches while trying to soothe their daughters.

Nowadays, he's a strong and enthusiastic blader in the competitive sphere, determined to make the same positive impact on Beyblade that his dad has. However, his sensitive nature makes it hard for him to work through tough battles with particularly rough opponents, so once the insults start rolling he struggles to keep his focus on the battle. Tsubasa helps him learn how to drown out his opponents words, while Madina teaches him some good counter insults (though he rarely uses them).

Fun facts: Likes collecting gold jewelry and wants to get as many piercings as possible. Loves going on a nature walk with his dad or playing the piano with his mum. Autism.

Kyoko inherited most of her personality from her mother (in fact, if you look back at Madina's intro post, I think you'll notice some similarities) in that she's very chilled-out, logical, and snarky. However, she also inherited her father's sneakiness and observation skills, which makes it easy for her to devise nefarious little plots against those she dislikes.

She does not give a rat's ass about competitive Beyblade. She got into the mechanics of beys because some of her earliest memories were watching Madoka and her apprentice Maru repairing them and finding the process very relaxing to watch. However, unlike Madoka, she absolutely will charge money for her services (despite her father being the CEO of a company- "it's about the principal" she says).

Fun facts: Instead of fighting with a bey, she will brandish her trusty metal baseball bat. She was named after Kyoya due to the circumstances of her birth🙊 Autism.

Yuna is a shy little lady who likes to spend most of her time playing make-believe with her teddy bears. Her favourite game to play is pretending that they're in school and teaching them Pythagorean theorem... yeah, she's a bit smart for her age. But not a lot of people know it because of how shy she is. The only people who she really feels comfortable showing her smarts around are her family and her special syncrome partner👀

She's less into Beyblade than most other bladers, but she loves the science of it. She's fascinated by all the different ways that different beys function, so she loves watching Kyoko analyse and repair them.

Fun facts: She has one special teddy bear that she takes with her everywhere, named Bindi. She was named after her uncle Yu. Autism.

Feel free to ask questions about them or any other fankids I may or may not have in the works👀 And here are some bonus Proud Parents™ for those that made it this far <3

#big big post #imagine naming your kids after your homies🙄#mfb #metal fight beyblade #beyblade #tsubasa otori #mfb oc #beyblade oc #my art >:)#lazagna ocs

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ask-kyoya-hibari-and-kyo-kun · 2 years ago

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hi there haru o/ <- im waving, how are you? a tinsy question for hibari! Why does he care about having to wear the Mare Ring? Does it really matter either way??

Prologue Part 5

"hi there haru o/ <- im waving, how are you?"

Irie's fingers fly across his keyboard, highly concentrated, yet he still flinches when new words appear on the tiny screen he's analyzing. Spanner is calmer, but that doesn't mean he is any less invested. He immediately turns to Haru, addressing her through the glass that seperates them. "Whatever it is, it's asking how you are and waving to you."

Haru swallows thickly, struggling to keep her cool while standing inside the weird glass tube they pushed her into. The little sticker-diodes they stuck to her wrists and head don't really help. She still answers just to get it over with, tearing up and waving one hand hesitantly for a moment. "I mean... I've b-been better..?"

Fortunately for Haru, that's the moment Kyoko walks past the engineering laboratory. She immediately abandons whatever she was on her way to do, entering the room instead and frowning in concern. "Haru-chan are you okay??"

In the next moment, her ire and distrust instantly turns on Irie and Spanner. Afterall, these two were their enemies not even two months ago. And not everyone forges bonds as easily as Tsuna. Kyoko certainly has no reason to trust these men with her best friend. "What are you doing."

Irie's stomach immediately lurches in alarm and he barely suppresses his groan, but Spanner is already answering. "We were just running basic analysis on-"

Kyoko cuts him off pretty smoothly when she walks over and simply pulls open the glass tube Haru was put into. She holds her friend's hands and asks again, softer this time. "Are you okay?"

Haru sighs deeply, tugging back some strands of her hair, a nervous habit. "I... I don't know. Weird things are happening Kyoko-chan..."

Luckily, that's when one of the computers chirps brightly and prints out a length of paper. Irie rushes to it as soon as he's able and takes a quick look, before sighing sharply in relief. He barely gets the words out at an acceptable volume. "Miura-san is fine. Thank God..."

They all heave a deep sigh of relief, before Kyoko and Haru already made quick work of removing the sticker diodes from Haru's skin. Kyoko holds Haru hands, helping her out of the odd glass tube, but Haru is distracted, looking towards Kyoya's phone. Her voice is uncertain. "There's another question again..?"

And indeed, the still glowing screen once again shifts to reveal new words.

"A tinsy question for hibari! Why does he care about having to wear the Mare Ring? Does it really matter either way??"

Kyoko has no idea what's going on, but even she feels an odd compulsion to answer the question. She holds Haru's hand, turning to her, curiously. "That... Cloud ring? Is Kyoya even wearing it..?"

Haru doesn't remember seeing that ring on Kyoya earlier, so she is about to reply. But that's when a soothing, familiar voice speaks up from the doorway. When did Tsu-kun get here? "No, Hayato has that ring this week."

Tsuna seems a bit stressed, but he answered Kyoko's question instinctively anyways. Haru and Kyoko immediately rush to hold his hands, because they want to and Tsuna's seems to need the comfort. Tsuna holds their hands easily and gives them a soft, affectionate smile. "Are you okay Haru-chan?"

Haru nods, tugging herself into her Sky's side and basking in the warmth and comfort he radiates. Tsuna's presence is just very soothing after a stressful situation... Tsu-kun puts an affectionate kiss in her hair, before Kyoko's questions claims his attention. "Why does Haya-kun have that ring? I thought he has other spare rings?"

Tsuna blinks, before putting a kiss on Kyoko's forehead, just to keep things equal between them all. He thinks for a moment longer, enjoying Kyoko-chan's adorable giggles, before he answers, his voice soft. "Hayato isn't using it. He has it on a chain around his neck, to make it feel more like family."

Kyoko and Haru shoot each other confused looks, walking along as Tsuna approaches Irie and Spanner. Kyoko ask the question that's on both women's minds. "Why make that ring feel like family..? And why isn't Kyoya wearing it?"

Tsuna heaves a little sigh, taking the paper Spanner hands him as he answers them, shrugging halfheartedly. "I don't know why exactly it's different this time, since Kyo-san's fine wearing the rings of enemies he took out, but I'm guessing because he didn't have a part in taking Kikyo out and didn't witness it... His flames still register that ring as an active threat?"

Tsuna scans the paper, his lips pinching, before he finishes his explanation absentmindedly. "Kyo-san refused to even wear it on a chain. So I'm having everyone carry it around for a week or so, just until his flame stops throwing such a fit about it being hostile."

Haru gasps faintly, frowning a little because she's worried. Kyoya didn't seem troubled when they talked, but maybe he was acting unbothered so as to not worry her? Having a flame that powerful has to be difficult sometimes, right..?

Before Haru can find the words to ask that question, Tsuna sighs and looks at Irie and Spanner. He's still holding that paper Spanner gave him. It has some bar graphs on it, most of them short, except for two, which are well beyond the limits of the graph. Tsu-kun sounds just a bit perplexed. "So what's the meaning of this?"

Irie and Spanner lock eyes for a second, before Irie sighs deeply and just looks somewhat defeated. "Hibari-san's phone has somehow been turned into a stable connection between our dimension and another that is almost entirely unidentifiable by our means."

Tsuna's eyes narrow, not with anger, or annoyance, just with focus. Haru and Kyoko feel themselves blush a bit whenever they get to witness Tsuna in his element of leadership. Even his voice somehow sounds stronger... "So we can't tell who or what is sending these Questions."

Irie nods empathically, just as Spanner sighs briefly with what seems to be annoyance. These Scientists are odd... "We can't even tell how or why."

Tsuna looks at Kyoya's phone, for all of a second, before he seems to come to a decision. His voice comes out sharp, almost like an order. "Is it safe to handle?"

Irie blinks rapidly, before he takes another look at some papers and screens. He sounds unsure. "It should be okay. The device itself is not in any way unstable."

At that Tsuna simply reaches out, opening the little glass door and taking the phone out of the odd analysis case Irie and Spanner put it in. He takes a look at it, narrowing his eyes briefly, before shrugging mildly. "Whatever it is, if it's hostile, my intuition will react."

In the end, even Spanner and Irie can't disagree with that...

#muffin writes #katekyo hitman reborn #khr fanfic #khr tyl!tsuna #khr tyl!haru #khr tyl!kyoko #khr tyl!irie #khr tyl!spanner #Ask Kyoya Hibari and Kyo-kun #Things are picking up in the Ask Blog #There are some changes that may not make sense just yet #Be patient pls!

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IMPORTANT CANON CHARACTERS - WEDERGEBORE

NAME: Tsunayoshi Sawada

FACTION: He is the new Head of The Hadia. Though he is being pushed to engage in war, he has neither an interest in holding the position he holds or of making anyone fight a war he's not sure he agrees with at all.

ABILITY: Tsuna has the ability to enhance, control, or completely nullify the abilities of those he has shared his blood with, no matter how far away that other person can be. This ability also has a side effect of letting him know when that person is in danger.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: As the current Head of The Hadia, Tsuna gets given a lot of magical equipment, charms, weapons, and so on. Because Tsuna never wants to purposefully hurt anyone's feelings, he'll never refuse these gifts and he does try to find a use for them, either for himself or one of his family members.

NAME: Gokudera Hayato

FACTION: Right-hand man and current Guardian to the Head of The Hadia

ABILITY: Gokudera has the ability to summon a flaming wrist-mounted crossbow and arrow. By feeding his energy and life-force into it to different degrees or by feeding it different emotions, Gokudera can produce arrows that have a variety of effects, such as targeting, tracking, piercing, explosive, etc.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Yamamoto Takeshi

FACTION: Left-hand man and current Guardian to the Head of The Hadia

ABILITY: Yamamoto was born with the ability of aquamancy. That is, he can control water in all it's forms, including having the ability to make it rain or snow.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Lambo Bovino

FACTION: Guardian of the current Head of The Hadia

ABILITY: Lambo has the ability to control the weather, with an strong emphasis on creating thunder and lightning storms.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: I-Pin

FACTION: Currently serving under the current Head of The Hadia

ABILITY: I-Pin is able to transform her body into an powerfully explosive bomb. Her own bottom is impervious to any effects, but the strength of the explosion can create a small crater of about five feet. Her explosion can be stopped if someone can distract her before she can detonate.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Fuuta de la Stella

FACTION: Currently serving under the current Head of The Hadia

ABILITY: Fuuta has the ability to instantly determine another person's ability, strength level, and capabilities.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Kyoko Sasagawa

FACTION: Under the protection of The Hadia

ABILITY: Kyoko was born with the ability of intangibility, able to phase through physical matter.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Haru Miura

FACTION: Under the protection of The Hadia

ABILITY: Haru has the ability to breathe life temporarily into anything she creates by hand, such as dolls or stuffed animals that she sews. These creations are capable of tasks at ordinary levels of human strength and speed.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Bianchi

FACTION: Follows Reborn, serving whomever he serves

ABILITY: Bianchi has an ability to make anything she touches into 'poison cooking', with the type of food ingested having different effects.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Ryohei Sasagawa

FACTION: Guardian of the current Head of The Hadia

ABILITY: Ryohei has the ability to speed the molecules up in any object, or person, making that object explode into smithereens. However, to do this, he must make physical contact with that object and his bare skin, which he prefers to do by punching the object.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Hibari Kyoya

FACTION: Working with the current Head of The Hadia and La Revolucion as he searches for the answers to the mysteries of The Ever Young

ABILITY: Hibari posses an almost supernatural combat prowess, adapting and growing stronger, physically and tactically at an almost limitless level.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current.

NAME: Kusakabe Tetsuya

FACTION: Serves Hibari Kyoya...other than that, he really doesn't care what faction he's under

ABILITY: Tetsuya has the ability to turn his inner strength, willpower, and motivation into physical power and strength. The more confident and fired up he is, the stronger he is physically.

ADDITONAL ABILITIES: None as of current.

NAME: Mukuro Rokudo

FACTION: The Kokuyo Gang, working with La Revolucion and the current Head of The Hadia for his own goals

ABILITY: Mukuro is an illusionist unlike any others. He's able to not only create illusions, but make them reality, though the more complicated the illusion is, the shorter the time he can make it last.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: He also possesses a cursed trident that allows him to possess a person's body, living or dead. The deeper the cut, the longer he can stay in the body.

NAME: Chrome Dokuro

FACTION: The Kokuyo Gang, training under Mukuro Rokudo

ABILITY: Chrome can create illusions, though she can only create illusions within her direct eyeline.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Fran

FACTION: The Kokuyo Gang, training under Mukuro

ABILITY: Fran is a strong illusionist, able to fool most people. However, he's currently training under Mukuro, hoping to be able to gain the ability to give reality to his illusions.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Chikusa Kakimoto

FACTION: The Kokuyo Gang, serving under Mukuro Rokudo

ABILITY: Chikusa has the ability to secrete a strong poisonous spit.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: Chikusa has trained to be able to handle two yo-yo's, magically enchanted to lock onto a target, which shoot tiny needles that Chikusa has coated with his poison.

NAME: Ken Joshima

FACTION: The Kokuyo Gang, serving under Mukuro Rokudo

ABILITY: Ken has the ability to shapeshift into any animal form, though he cannot change into another human being.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current.

NAME: Xanxus

FACTION: The Hadia, though a failed coup d'etat has him frozen in magically enchanted stasis.

ABILITY: Xanxus can gain power from people's base emotions, including his own, with anger, wrath, and envy being what gains him the most power. The angrier he becomes, the more violent his surroundings, the stronger and more powerful Xanxus becomes.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current.

NAME: Squalo Superbi

FACTION: The Hadia, though he's currently hiding in exile after a failed coup d'etat.

ABILITY: Squalo has the ability to turn himself into water. He can liquify sections of his body at will or simply dissolve his entire body into water, where he can still move at will.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current.

NAME: Lussuria

FACTION: The Hadia, though he's currently hiding in exile after a failed coup d'etat.

ABILITY: Lussuria has the ability to call forth and reanimate, though only temporarily, the dead.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Belphegor

FACTION: The Hadia, though he's currently hiding in exile after a failed coup d'etat.

ABILITY: Bel was born with madness in his blood and he can infect others who come into contact with his blood with temporary madness and insanity as well.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Levi A. Than

FACTION: The Hadia, though he's currently hiding in exile after a failed coup d'etat.

ABILITY: Levi has the ability to summon lightning, controlling and calling down electricity from the upper atmosphere to either his current location or one within his sightline.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Viper, goes by the nickname 'Mammon' currently

FACTION: The Hadia, currently in exile following a failed coup d'etat

ABILITY: Viper has strong mental abilities, with the ability to gain control over the dream world, where they can change people's dreams, cause nightmares, or plant ideas into people's sleeping minds.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: Viper was cursed by a powerful reality warper, who was jealous of those said to be the Strongest in The Ever After and favourites of the Benevolent Witch. The curse became known as The Deathbell Hex and cursed those afflicted by it to a half-life, stuck in infant form forever, with their physical strength subdued by a large amount and their Abilities being too overwhelming to use often, or at full strength, with their baby forms. Each person affected by The Deathbell Hex has the ability to temporarily change back into their adult form, with their full powers and abilities back, but the strain on their bodies, souls, and minds will guarantee La Petit Morte.

NAME: Reborn

FACTION: The Hadia, currently serving as Advisor to the current Head of The Hadia

ABILITY: Reborn has the ability to augment the abilities of those around him at will, typically by at least two-fold.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: Reborn was cursed with The Deathbell Hex.

NAME: Colonello

FACTION: The Hadia, serving as a teacher to Ryohei Sasagawa

ABILITY: Colonello has the ability to generate a powerful emission of concussive force, using his own will and energy as materials, in the form of a large energy blast.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: Colonello was cursed with The Deathbell Hex.

NAME: Skull

FACTION: Technically allied to The Hadia, but tends to float around, doing his own thing

ABILITY: Skull is invincible. He cannot be harmed by physical attacks, poisons, or toxins. However, it's only his body that's invincible, and he's not immortal.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: Skull was cursed with The Deathbell Hex.

NAME: Fon

FACTION: Allied to The Hadia, serves as a trainer for I-Pin and other martial artists

ABILITY: Fon has the ability to summon, communicate with, and control a mystical dragon, whose body is wrapped in fire, and who can attack with that fire. On top of that, Fon has trained his body extremely hard for years, throughout all the regions, achieving great skill at an almost dance-like, graceful form of martial arts that is said to be invincible.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: Fon was cursed with The Deathbell Hex.

NAME: Verde

FACTION: Science and discovery, and nothing else binds this man. He sees everyone as pawns to be used or test subjects, nothing more.

ABILITY: Verde was born with the ability of biokinesis, where he can see and change or reprogram cells and DNA with his mind.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: Verde was cursed with The Deathbell Hex.

NAME: Yuni

FACTION: The Head of the Giglio Nero, allied to The Hadia

ABILITY: Yuni has impressive supernatural mental abilities, such as the ability to see into people's minds, the ability to communicate telepathically, and the ability to see into the future. However, while her mental abilities are quite powerful, they're unpredictable and can overload her brain quite easily, becoming a confusing mess that leaves her drained and with terrible headaches.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: Born a descendent of The Deathbell Hex, Yuni knows that she will not live a long life, with the 'sins' of the predecessor being taken on by the descendants.

NAME: Gamma

FACTION: Second in command of the Giglio Nero, allied to The Hadia

ABILITY: Gamma has the ability to summon two fox spirits, who can call down lightning.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Byakuran Gesso

FACTION: Head of the Gesso, allied to The Hadia, working with La Revolucion

ABILITY: Byakuran has the ability to create his own dimension, which he can trap people in. It's a void dimension, completely empty, absolute nothingness, and it will drive people insane in a very short period of time. He can also bring himself into the dimension, though he finds the nothingness to be relaxing.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Kikyo

FACTION: Second in command of the Gesso, allied to The Hadia, working with La Revolucion

ABILITY: Kikyo has the ability to turn any part of his body into a weapon. He normally changes only his arms or his hair into weapons though, usually sharp, piercing weapons.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Shoichi Irie

FACTION: The Gesso, allied to The Hadia, working with La Revolucion

ABILITY: Irie was born with a unique, odd ability. He has the ability to remember, through dreams, the past worlds and realities he's lived through.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

NAME: Spanner

FACTION: The Gesso, allied to The Hadia, working with La Revolucion

ABILITY: Spanner has the ability to manipulate and control metal which, along with his above average intellect and inventive nature, makes him one of the best mechanical inventors in The Ever After.

ADDITIONAL ABILITIES: None as of current

#world building #the ever young #important canon characters #wedergebore #katekyo hitman reborn #khr

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