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- Hey, lackey, why are you hiding here alone when everyone else is having fun? Come on, let's go downstairs and have a drink with us. Hello? Why don't you say something?
The unaccustomed silence in reply was beginning to annoy the drunken, and therefore dusty, rain, and he was not going to tolerate the blatant ignoring of his own person, when the cloud silently tries to pass by.
- Stop right there! I'm talking to you!
Scull snakes away from the rough grip and jumps off the balcony, falling into the hands of Reborn, who, interested in his missing drinking buddy, went in search of him, but instead witnessed the escape of the weakest of the arcobalenos.
- Six," the killer looks around in astonishment at his full biker gear and the backpack behind his shoulders, beginning to sober up, "where do you think you're going?
- What's the difference, Sempai? I don't remember anybody caring about my presence before. We ain't the goddamn Seven anymore, so there ain't no need to put up with each other no more. I'm leaving.
- What are you talking about?! - The hop residue quickly evaporates, once you hear the unaccustomed serious tone of the always cheerful stuntman, "You're Our Cloud, we're family, and not having a curse doesn't remove our arcobaleno status. You can't leave, Idiota! - Reborn bursts into a shout, drawing the attention of those present to them.
In the resulting silence, Tsunayoshi distinctly yelps, getting a mental kick from his intuition ordering him to get away from the impending disaster, and slowly begins to retreat behind the other arkobalenos, backing away, for some reason, toward Zanzas. The latter, in his turn, perfectly replacing Vongola's famous intuition, experience and combat instincts yelled in foul language for him to grab the little one, get back in his car and run far away.
True, it seemed that only Tsuna and Zanzas were aware of the impending explosion. For even Scull had a limit to his patience, and today, unfortunately for those around him, that limit had been reached.
- Idiot? Me? I think you're the idiot here, Reborn-sempai. After all, only an idiot would consider such an interaction of the strongest flame users with no ties whatsoever, barring a common curse, to be a family. The curse is broken, I don't owe anyone anything, and I don't owe you, Raeburn in particular.
Cloud breathes deeply, trying to get his raging emotions under control so he doesn't blow everything away with his flames. Which, the downed Colonello, as usual, doesn't notice and pours wood on the fire of other people's anger with his words.
- You can't just walk away, lackey. In case you don't know, you can't just cut off your connection to heaven.
- Sky? What the fuck is Sky, Sempai? Lucha? Or Aria? Well, God forbid Tri-Ni-Sette should cut off his connection to that sky. The Black Lilies are the direct descendants of Sepyra, the last Shamaness of Heaven, who, because of her own hubris and arrogance, drove the entire shaman race to extinction. Now only the shaman of the mist is left alive, we all know him as Kawahiru or Chesshead.
It is because of Sepira's crime that the blankers, who were not originally created for humans, have become the bane of the arkobalen. And the descendants of this bitch are direct carriers of this nastiness. By the way, their kinship is very noticeable by their behavior and attitude towards others. It's not my fault you're so blind that you ran like obedient dogs into the waiting hands of the executioner, who eventually hung the yoke around your necks.
- What about you? Are you saying that... - Verde abruptly cuts himself off, remembering that Cloud was the only one who not only reacted in no way to the child's body, but was the first to disappear after the curse, while the others dealt with Luce and the situation they found themselves in. The second Da Vinci begins to fade rapidly," y-you knew. You knew and kept quiet the whole time?!
- М? Yes, I was aware from the beginning, and I went into it willingly and in my right mind, not high on someone else's flame. Whereas you fell for your ego first. How so, the best of the best, the strongest flame users, and then obediently danced to the tune of Heaven's honey flame. So don't accuse me of my own stupidity and blindness!
Scull breaks off into a scream, translating the pain of the flames being held back from their last efforts, into angry words.
- Acting like greedy and selfish children, the curse showed your nature well. Make no mistake, we are not family, never have been and never will be.
Cloud looks around the present darkened with raging emotions, nervously licking his parched lips, and through his teeth exhales a last phrase, after which he swiftly departs, leaving a storm behind him.
A phrase that will be remembered by the strongest six for life.
"- You will never find a heaven that can accept you. Because you are incapable of accepting anyone but yourself."