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Tsuna sat nervously at the kitchen table. Lambo and the others were out playing out in the front yard making a raucous and Tsuna's mother was outside with them. He could hear her laughing even through the others shouts.
“Um, what is it, Reborn?”
Reborn had held Tsuna back from the rest. Now he stood on the table facing Tsuna, his face as impossible to read as ever.
“How are you feeling?” Reborn asked.
“I'm fine.” Tsuna answered. He almost tittered nervously, but was able to hold back somehow. He wondered when he'd get used to these serious talks Reborn was starting to pull him into more and more often.
“You're about that age now, and you've been a sky for awhile too,” Reborn started.
At the mention of sky Tsuna looked down at the ring on his finger. He fingered at it as Reborn kept talking.
“The odds are against it, but if you have it, symptoms should start showing up. So be aware.”
“...Symptoms of what?” Tsuna had a sinking feeling. This couldn't be good.
“Read this. It's from Dr. Shamal.” Reborn flipped a pamphlet down on the table in front of Tsuna.
Looking at it, Tsuna read, Sindrome di Cielo Incubus e dei suoi Sintomi. He couldn't tell at all what it was about. The cover was a plain blue with a few clouds drawn on and that was it. He could only imagine that it was something—contrasting its plainness—completely bizarre, considering it was from Shamal.
“Reborn... It's in Italian.” Tsuna winced looking at it. He knew what kind of answer to expect.
“You have to learn Italian at some point.”
“Right...” Tsuna folded.
“Read it sooner rather than later. Don't worry too much about it though” Reborn commented flippantly. “That's all. Go play with mama and the others now.” Distantly Tsuna registered an explosion outside. He peeked inside the pamphlet, saw more words in Italian. He folded it in half and put it in his back pocket. When he looked up, Reborn had already hopped off the table and was walking away.
The pamphlet stayed in his back pocket the rest of the afternoon until evening, where Tsuna attempted to read sitting on his bed.
With a dictionary and a pen he started translating; writing in his translated words in tiny sloppy writing above their Italian print. The title roughly translated to, Syndrome of Sky Incubus and its Symptoms. That gave Tsuna a pause. They couldn't be serious.
He skipped further into the pamphlet and translated a small section.
Stage 2
Approaching Full Adulthood
Symptoms may include:
- an increase in perspiration
- a sense of heaviness in the abdomen
- a decrease in attention span
- a lethargic disposition
- cravings for intimacy in general
Symptoms are expected to increase gradually as the sky reaches the peak of their cycle. Cycles' length and frequency are dependent on the individual. Actual states of arousal through the cycle are also unknown (probably dependent. Maybe not. I wouldn't know because apparently sky's don't value medical documentation enou-
Tsuna stopped translating as he got to the part where Shamal just seemed to ramble about skys past.
Tsuna's eyes narrowed. No. No more. He wasn't going to fall for it! This was some kind of test (or trick) and Tsuna wouldn't fall for it. He looked at the passage he'd translated and flushed a little. It'd be awful if this sort of thing was real. He already had trouble paying attention in class! He didn't need any more problems or sicknesses. Dismissing it, Tsuna put it in his desk drawer underneath a book.
He turned out the light and jumped back into bed. He fell asleep rather quickly and by the end of the next day he had completely put the pamphlet and conversation with Reborn out of his mind.
It would be weeks before an issue would arise and Tsuna would be forced to confront that pamphlet again in all its glory.