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Tsuna was dead. People were trying to talk to him but Hayato couldn’t hear them past the roaring in his ears. Tsuna was dead. His Sky was dead, and that was Not Acceptable. In fact it topped the very very long list of things that were Not Acceptable, that had been happening lately. He refused to accept this.
People had dragged him away from the body, dragged him back to base, tried to talk him into pulling himself together, tried to make him move on. He didn’t want to move on. “What’s done is done” they said, “Tsuna would have wanted you to live” they said, “you can’t change the past” they said. Well watch him.
He wasn’t going to kill himself. If they were right about one thing it was that his Juudaime would have wanted him to live, but he refused to accept that his Sky was dead. He was a genius, the Vongola Storm, his Sky’s right hand, he had access to five different dying will flames, one of the most brilliant minds of his generation, and the Vongola rings. He knew time travel was possible. The solution was right within his grasp.
By the time they’d managed to break down the door to the lab it was too late. They burst in just in time to see him hit the button.
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He opened his eyes to a dirty alleyway with Italian graffiti on the wall, the kind of place he’d so often slept when he was younger, he looked down at his hands, smaller, scarred but not nearly to the same extent that they once had been/would be. It had worked. He grinned, with a slight edge of madness. It had worked, Tsuna was alive. His Sky was alive and he was a kid, and the world wasn’t ending, and Tsuna was alive. His mind kept circling back to that thought, bright and beautiful. They’d called him mad, but he was right, and now Tsuna was alive, everyone was alive, and he could fix everything.
First things first though. He needed to find his Sky.
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In hindsight maybe he should have thought more carefully about when to send himself back to. Sending himself back as far as possible was all very well in theory, but in practice it meant that he was now a seven year old Italian street kid, who had to, somehow, get halfway across the world to Japan to find his Sky, without getting caught and sent back to his father.
That might be a slight problem.
He checked himself for resources. Explosives, check, not as many as he’d like but he could use Cloud flames to duplicate them, passport, check, he knew he’d taken it with him when he left home but it was always good to make sure, money, well that might also be a slight problem.
Ok, so break down the problem…
Aim: go to Japan, find his Sky, bond with his Sky.
Obstacles: money- lack of, age 7yrs- too young to travel without supervision, Seal- in the way of bonding and generally messing with his Sky.
Resources: Flames x5, future knowledge 18yrs, intelligence, explosives, age 7yrs- young enough to be conveniently underestimated.
He ran his mind through possible solutions, he could mug someone or kill someone to solve the money issue, but Juudaime probably wouldn’t like that and that would still leave him with the age issue and the seal to deal with. The seal was going to be a problem, but it wasn’t an immediate one so he set it aside for the moment. That left the age and money issues, if he had Mist flames none of that would be a problem, unfortunately, Mist flames were not one of the five he had access to.
Solutions solutions. He kept circling back to the Mist flames. They would be the easiest solution for a lot of his problems, and would probably be even more useful in the future. So he needed Mist flames, but he didn’t have Mist flames, solution, get a Mist flame user.
And thanks to his future knowledge he knew just where to find one.
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The resources he had might not be ideal for sneaking onto a plane to Japan, but they were perfect for destroying an unsuspecting Estraneo lab. The scientists saw a skinny looking seven year old child and did not expect a raging, war hardened, Vongola Storm guardian. They never knew what hit them.
With all the scientists dead he was able to wander into their labs at his leisure, grab anything that looked useful, and stick it in a bag. Juudaime probably wouldn’t mind, they were evil after all, they had it coming.
He found Mukuro in the cells, and he was just as creepy as a kid as he had been as an adult. Which was… actually kind of impressive. Hayato could respect that.
“Kufufu, what’s going on here?” He snickered from the lab table he was strapped down to. Hayato was in no mood to play mind games.
“I’m rescuing you.” Mukuro’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Why?”
“I need to get to Japan. To do that I need a Mist to fuck with the border control. Are you in?” Mukuro actually took a moment to think about it, the fucker. Anyone else would have jumped at the chance to escape the evil mad science laboratory, but not this weirdo, no he wanted to negotiate terms.
“That depends” he mused, “Why are you going to Japan?”
“I want my Sky back.” Hayato answered, and that was all the detail Mukuro was getting for now, if there was one person in the world who did not need more knowledge of the future than absolutely necessary it was Mukuro. The Mist thought about it for a moment, and appeared to accept that as a reasonable justification.
“Alright then, get me and my friends out, and we’ll go with you to Japan.” Fuck, Hayato had forgotten about the minions. Still, they might be useful, and it’s not like he could leave them behind. Technically they were famiglia even if they didn’t know it yet.
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“So how are we getting to Japan then oh wise leader?” Hayato was not regretting getting Mukuro out of the Estraneo labs, he’d already diverted two policemen and one drunken Mafioso, he was useful. He was just also incredibly annoying.
“Shut up I’m trying to think.” He actually was. Because he might not have a Sky’s hyper intuition, but he knew that if he wanted to solve the seal problem he would be better off thinking it through before he left Italy, any solution would most likely be easiest to access at the hub of criminal Flame usage.
Ok so the problem was the seal, and as far as he knew there were two ways to break it. Dying will bullets, or Sky flames. Dying will bullets were strictly controlled, getting them would not be easy and would probably involve fighting an arcobaleno. Not an ideal scenario. On the other hand Skies didn’t exactly grow on trees, and fighting them was no picnic either.
Although, there was one option. Someone he knew was both a Sky, and mostly helpless at this age, someone whose mansion he knew the layout of, someone who would probably find being kidnapped mildly entertaining if his adult personality was anything to go by. Yes, that was the answer.
“Ken, Chikusa, go get us some kind of car. We’re going to need to leave town in a hurry after this. Mukuro, you’re with me.” He was surprised by how quickly they obeyed him, but then, they had agreed to work with him.
“Oh, and where are we going, oh fearless leader?” Hayato just grinned at him.
“We’re going to go and kidnap the Cavallone heir.”
“Kufufu, sounds fun.”