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Namimori should not have been the sanctuary it is now, in fact nothing should have happened that brought most of the world together in some backwater town in Japan.
But, with the apocalypse happening, people had noticed that Namimori was protected in a way that few other cities were. The notion that it had been a sanctuary before, just not as obvious as Omerta, was a thing. And several generations of Skies (even if most of them had been latent) had given it an extra protection not often seen. A flame barrier that kept most of the deformed and undead out of the town and made sure that those who came there were safe.
Tsuna hadn’t known anything else, he had been raised here. He had been a child when it all had started and a part of him was aware that had his father been able to get back to Japan before everything happened he’d have lost the connection to his flames.
Holding up his hand, orange flames spark and flicker. They are warm and have been growing since he went active. He was the main reason that Namimori was such a safe heaven.
His grandfather had been quick to tell him that, once the man could manifest through the flames they both shared. Giotto, or Sawada Ieyasu, had been banished here after a coup put his cousin at the wheel of the Vongola Familia. Something that while unexpected, had allowed Giotto to build something anew. Something where he and his descendants would be safe.
What he didn’t account for were 10 generations of Skies pouring their flames, often latent as they were, into their home had some consequences. One of those was that Tsuna, as the tenth generation, was a lot stronger than previous ones. As proven by the fact his dad did go active, but he wasn’t even nearly as pure a Sky as Tsuna was. Sawada Iemitsu also chose to stay in Italy, something which became his downfall as he died not too long after Tsuna’s 10th birthday. Vongola Nono joined him, which is when Giotto appeared as none of the surviving Vongola Skies were worthy of being Decimo.
“Are you going to just welcome there here, Tsuna,” Giotto asked where Tsuna was sitting at his desk. A missive had arrived from all four of Nono’s surviving sons to ask sanctuary in Namimori as those infected by the virus of the Apocalypse were particularly happy with Flame Active people. Staying in Europe, where it was the worst (and where generally more Flame Active people lived) wasn't an option.
Humming, Tsuna nodded, “They gave their word that no one would be harmed, swore so on their flames too. No one will take this from me and a part of me does think that they are happy to be done with the responsibility that tied them to Vongola. Only Xanxus mentioned wanting the title, but would fight fair and square for it.”
Running over the other requests, a lot of those from Vongola Allies, he was somewhat intending to agree to them all. If they swore on their flames as well, he didn’t need a thoroughfare breaking out, just as there was no need for them to challenge him unfounded. He had been here the longest and was the current Namimori Sky. They needed to deal with that or find another place to stay.
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What he didn’t expect, especially with so many more Flame Active people arriving in Namimori was the way his flames longed for several of them. How he had gotten used to seeing Xanxus, or Dino Cavallone as well as Hayato Gokudera hanging around with a small smile on their face (or something close to it in Xanxus’ case). Harmonizing with Tsuna’s flames in a way he didn’t see before. They weren’t guardians, but they were something.
Ending up with several lovers who shared his bad was again both a good and a bad thing, he couldn’t say he minded. But people did talk, and it became clear they assumed that to stay in Namimori one had to sleep with its Sky.