Chapter 3
Tsuna was fading, he could tell. He’s been fading since Reborn showed up on his doorstep when he was fourteen.
Maybe he’s been fading since he was four and had his Flames sealed by a careless father trying to control an uncontrollable situation and a scheming mafia Don trying to prevent a succession crisis worse than the one caused by his horrible parenting.
For all that he’s on his way out at the ripe age of thirty five, he doesn’t think he would’ve made it this far without the seal being undone, which required Reborn.
Fading is something that can happen to any Flame type. Clouds when they’re tied down unwillingly, Mists when not allowed to be creative, Suns when not allowed to be energetic, so on and so forth.
He never wanted to be a mafia Don, to be Vongola Decimo. And a chained Sky is a surefire way to fade.
His guardians were chosen for him, his wife was chosen for him, his job, his actions, his life.
God, if Xanxus had been Vongola blood and wouldn’t have died upon trying on the ring he would’ve let him have it. He hated this job. He’d never wanted it.
The blood and death and gore, he’d known he wouldn’t last. But everyone kept pushing and pushing and pushing.
Flames were determined based on personality, the kind of person you were, your thoughts, feelings, actions. They enhanced certain bits of your personality, too.
But a person has always been capable of change, even if it’s rare for Flame Type to change after puberty.
His Flames have been going purple since he was sixteen. He’s been hiding it, of course. Nobody wants a cloud running the Vongola.
Even if he’ll always have his guardians, and his Sky Attraction, and his Sky Flames, and his Hyper-Intuition, he knew he wasn’t really a Sky anymore.
His Sky Flames haven’t grown or matured since he was sixteen.
Cloud Flames come so much easier then his Sky Flames ever did.
It’s killing him, staying. He needs to leave, to go. He’s chained and he hates it and he doesn’t have a territory, or a safe space. He has no alone time. He’s not allowed to make decisions for himself.