The Icy Sky

Introductions.

Summary: When one gets reborn, you will know that a tragic event has happened.

Well, in Crystal's case, her such divine friends (note the sarcasm) have decided that her boredom must cease to exist, and pushed her into a dying child's body. "You need to live a little," they say. SI!Female!Tsuna.

AN: Katekyou Hitman Reborn does not belong to me but to Akira Amano.

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Okay, so her friends didn't exactly push her into the child's body. It was more like they temporarily banished her into this world and were willing to negotiate with the ruler of the realm of the dead for her to live in this dying child's body.

The platinum-haired woman frowned at the situation in front of her. She stared down at the frail young child lying helplessly on the hospital bed, then stared at the other occupants in the room.

(Ignoring the obvious Italian blond man who somehow inherited burning orange eyes and was indiscreetly staring at her)

A late 20s Japanese brunette woman with sorrowful brown eyes, tears running down her face, clutched her child's hand. A vase of flowers, which the platinum woman mentally translated to "I am sorry, please forgive me" and "I am waiting for you to come home".

No longer could she ignore the burning orange-eyed stare, and asked, "What the hell happened to this kid?" I asked in Italian, which he seemed to sort of appreciate.

The blond man grimaced and responded in the archaic version. "A...relative of my brother had sealed her Flames away with the request of my descendant despite her being Active."

That wasn't what he actually said, but the blonde woman got the general gist of it.

"Flames?" This sounded like the sort of thing Alessandra could do and would understand. Fire, after all, was her Element.

The Italian looked up from his eyes, from the child to the woman that stood a few centimetres in front of him, his gaze searching for something and a moment later, nodded in acceptance.

The stranger seemed to struggle to explain whatever these 'Flames' are, "it's called the Dying Will Flames of the Sky. They are your life forces, the will of your soul and there are seven of them. Lightning, Mist, Cloud, Rain, Storm, Sun and Sky. Each of these Flames has abilities of their own and certain traits. Lightning has the ability of 'Hardening' like a...what did we call those destructive metal mobile called?" He muttered at the end, "what did Dani call them?"

Destructive metal mobile?

The transparent woman imagined a lightbulb as it just lit up above him as he shouted the word, 'tank.'

"Yes, a tank."

"Then they must be pretty much on the defensive or...offensive side."

The man winced, "or as my family would quote 'to draw damage to himself and away from the rest of the Famiglia, serving as a lightning rod.'

The blonde woman gaped, mouthing 'wtf', "isn't that just basically suicide?"

He didn't answer but his expression was pretty much damning.

She should really get his name, she shouldn't keep mentally calling him 'he' or 'stranger', even though technically speaking he is one.

"Next, Mist. Mist Flames has the abilities of construction; creating out of nothing. Which is essentially illusions and among other stuff that I actually don't know, and it wasn't like Demon was actually going to tell us how he uses his Mist Flames in the first place."