Halfway to the water, the flame… well, explodes. Hayato seems relieved, for a moment, but then the flame grows. As he breathes out, his cupped hands fill with fire the color of blood, crimson so clear it hurts Tsuna’s eyes.
“Are you sure you want to see?” Hayato asks. Then he rolls up his pants and wades into the water. He sets his socks and shoes next to Haru, Tsuna, and Takeshi where they are waiting outside the fence. A short fence separates it from the playground, but Hayato hops it easily. They all troop towards the shallow pond in the park. He gives it to Haru, and tells them to be careful. Tsuna sees him sneak a box of sidewalk chalk into it, too. He insists they eat breakfast first, and then retrieves a backpack with some water bottles, a pack of bandaids, and a box of crackers. Haru’s grandfather is surprised to see they have company so early, but has nothing against going to the park. “Just let me tell grandfather we’re going,” Haru says. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it at the park,” Hayato says. “I’ve never seen a rain flame that’s so bright.” Two minutes later, Takeshi is holding a handful of blue flames that flicker like water moves. It’s soft, like Takeshi’s real, proper smiles, and sudden like his sword. “Think of what makes you happy,” Tsuna suggests, “and wish as hard as you can to protect it.” Rain is different than a strike of lightning or a whirling tempest. Tsuna looks at Takeshi, who is frowning at his hands. The two immediately begin quietly arguing again. “That’s because you’re dumb,” Haru says as though it’s fact. “I tend to just get really angry and it happens on its own,” Hayato says. “For example,” she says, “I think about how awesome it would be to be my own battery in a cosplay, and how much I want it, and then I just force it to happen.” Hayato sighs impatiently, and Haru picks it up. “You use them by just… wanting to, badly enough to make it work. “The elements of the sky are also often called dying will flames,” he explains. Takeshi leans over to look Haru dead in the eye.
#Hahi and sky crack
A large crack sits where the car bounced, and the car itself is undamaged. She pokes the car, and it flies off the table and crashes into the wall with a loud bang.
Then, Haru focuses really hard, until her hands light up with green sparks. “Yep! And look, I figured this out!” She pulls a small remote-controlled car out of her pocket, and shows the bottom. “Well, now you’re mine,” Tsuna says simply. He takes a hurried sip of his lemonade as Haru turns to glare at him, eyes still a bit wet. Haru’s eyes get all watery, and she wipes them before tears can fall. “I’m Sawada Tsunayoshi, sky,” Tsuna says. “I’m Yamamoto Takeshi, rain,” Takeshi says. “Dumb boy.” Turning away from Hayato’s spluttering, Haru beams at Tsuna and Takeshi. “I can be quieter than you, silly woman,” Hayato grumbles. Tsuna can’t help but smile as Hayato nearly bursts with containing the angry yell of indignation. “Grandfather is still asleep, so we should be quiet.” The glare she throws Hayato’s way. “My parents are at a college thing, for dad’s work,” she says. She fills a few cups with lemonade and passes them out, then sits down. Haru leads them to a small kitchen table and shuffles through some cupboards. He hears Takeshi mutter the same behind him. “Sorry for intruding,” Tsuna says, slipping off his shoes. Then she turns back to Tsuna and Takeshi. “Hahi! I hate you,” she hisses to Hayato. Haru’s eyes flick over the other two boys on the step, and she groans. “Our sky is male,” Hayato says, and smirks. She’s wearing a thick, fluffy yellow sweater and a neat skirt patterned with birds. In front of them is a brown-haired, dark-eyed girl.
Tsuna hears a crashing sound, a startled, “Hahi!” and approaching footsteps. When there’s no response, he rings it again. Hayato leads Tsuna and Takeshi to a neatly kept house with a hanging basket of orange poppies. Tsuna sees a few people out early to weed their gardens, and more than a few in pajamas collecting their mail before returning inside. It takes them across town to a quiet neighborhood. On Sunday, they climb on a bus first thing in the morning.
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