19Warning: This chapter abuses the word extreme. … Extremely.
Disclaimer: pft. If I owned KHR I'd have put this in the anime. Fo serious.
Recollections of the Guardians
Three weeks prior to the event at the warehouse…
If there was something Ryohei Sasagawa loved more than anything—except his sister of course— it was coming to the Vongola home and soaking up the EXTREME spirit that everyone seemed to have. And brawling with all his EXTREME spirit with those who also had EXTREME spirit.
But this time… coming back to what he was beginning to consider a second home, he was extremely confused. The normally bustling, bright mansion seemed gray. As if every bit of spirit had been sucked from it. The maids and butlers that scurried around kept their heads down and barely even greeted the Sun Guardian as he walked through the hallways.
He frowned and crossed his arms, bandaged fingers tapping against the skin. Now he couldn't find any of the other Guardians including the loud-mouthed octopus head. With an extremely aggravated cry, he threw his hands in the air and stalked down the stairs to the training room. When things didn't make sense, he'd work them out in his head while also working out his fists.
He was surprised when the door slid open he was assaulted with an extreme amount of heat that threatened to singe the very scar off his face. Ten feet off the ground, Tsuna was floating with his one arm stretched behind and one in front of him, his gloves spewing red-hot flames in either direction. The Sky looked focused, orange eyes narrowed as if imagining whatever victim of his flames was actually there.
"TSUNA!" The brunette gave a shriek at the yell and broke focus, crashing to the white floor below. Ryohei jogged up to him and leaned down, hands fisted on his hips. "Tsuna!"
"Ugh! R-ryohei-san!" Tsuna stuttered out, trying to cover his ears and stand at the same time. Ryohei tilted his head slightly. Were those tears in the brunette's eyes? And then Tsuna blinked and whatever he imagined was gone as he dusted himself off. "Ryohei-san, what are you doing down here?"
"I came down to think. Everyone is acting EXTREMELY odd Tsuna!" The smaller male winced at the volume of the male's voice. He didn't get the chance to answer however as Ryohei spun away from him to access the damage of Tsuna's Operation X move.
The white walls had been scorched black and the protective paint was beginning to peel. Perhaps if Tsuna hadn't been interrupted, he would have burnt through a layer.
"Hm…"
"Ryohei-san…?"
"What are you doing down here?" Ryohei had spun once again to face Tsuna who flinched away at his question. One that sounded more like an extremely loud demand really.
"I was just practicing…" Tsuna looked at his hand and clenched it into a fist, the gloves still in their weapon state. "I don't think my flames are hot enough. They're only red or orange. I wanted them to at least get to white… blue flames would be the hottest though."
"Why would you want such EXTREME flames, Tsuna?" The brunette didn't look at him or answer and instead glanced at the burn marks that now scarred the walls.
"To protect my family of course." Ryohei blinked as Tsuna turned to face him, the once chocolate eyes a piercing orange. "Would you help me with that, Ryohei-san? This way we can both practice." Ryohei's gray eyes lit up at that and he stepped back from the brunette and lifted his hands as he casually fell into a defensive stance.
"Then give me your all, Tsuna, because I won't hold anything back!" A sad smile briefly crossed the younger's face before he hopped back as well, lifting his hands to either side in something similar to an offensive position.
"Good thing you can heal us both then, Ryohei-san." Tsuna shifted his left leg back and flicked his wrists, the beginnings of red and orange flames dancing along his fingertips. "Show me all your strength! Use whatever motivation you need but use all your strength, Ryohei-san!" Ryohei smirked at him and rolled his shoulders back, happy now that he had ignored the usual extreme dressiness of the Vongola mansion and gone casual today. His t-shirt would work much better.
"Alright then, Tsuna! We'll get your flames as hot as the sun!" The Sun Guardian cried, in a way, bragging about his own flames' intense heat. Tsuna merely offered a challenging smile though once again, it seemed edged with sadness. The brunette leapt forward with a cry, arcing down a flaming fist at his friend's skull. The boxer merely yelled a, 'TO THE EXTREME!' and met the blow with his own bandaged one, a shock wave resounding and blowing up, causing their hair and clothes to go whipping back.
Ryohei grinned at Tsuna's shocked face, muscles clenching as he put more strength into his blow, forcing the brunette to skid backwards. It would take much more to beat him and now the Sky could see how brightly the Sun shone firsthand.
And would learn the best way to snuff it out.
A/N: So! This is a shorter chapter and I apologize for that but… I really didn't want to put like an extreme battle in this or anything. I just wanted you to get the gist of what's going down. And if you don't know… -coughcough-Tsuna'stryingtogethisflameshotenoughfo rkillingpeople-coughcough- 8D I didn't say anything. Anyway! He has –san on the end of Ryohei's name because he always called him big brother in the anime but I thought now that they're older, Tsuna would resort to a more formal way of being respectful.
Until we meet again~
- Zehava