Disclaimer: I do not own KHR! It belongs to Amano.

Ahh, so this is my first story and it's only the prologue. If I made any mistakes, please tell me! I'm rather nervous. The actual chapters will be a lot longer I think. And um, this is an AU, but its mostly cannon? To a certain degree at least. This is a Humor, Friendship and Family fic, with fluff. Lots of fluff. So, to make a long story short; this fan fiction will have some of the more inactive people in the series appear more. Like, Kyoko and Haru and etc. I feel that they should have been more helpful; but that's purely my opinion.

Summary: In a world full of magical boxes, parallel worlds, rainbow colored flames and talking babies- Tsuna thought that things couldn't get any weirder. He was sadly proven wrong when he dies and well...doesn't actually die.

Edited: 8/15/15

Prologue

Sawada Tsunayoshi took a deep shuddering breath as blood continued to spill from the wound at his side. The coppery metallic smell made him cringe and practically bathing in it didn't help either. His entire body was weak with fatigue from the fight. He was so tired and no matter how much he urged his body, he could not move. He couldn't protect them.

Haru. Kyoko.

Plip. Plip.

His eyes darted toward the two girls by his side, crying.

He found he didn't like it as tears continued to splatter onto his cheeks. Everything seemed to be so hazy...why were they crying again? He really wished he could move, if only to wipe the tears away from their eyes.

Kyoko had pulled out her cellphone, desperately pleading for help, hiccuping while Haru tried to stop the bleeding. He could feel her hands trembling as she pressed a thin cloth against the injury.

Ahh...he really didn't want them to see it. This cruel part of the Mafia, the blood and killing. They were so innocent and happy...safe too. Or was safe. When he had heard about them being kidnapped, pure dread filled his very being- rage next. He had rushed out so quickly without his Guardians. What else was he supposed to do? Wait? Wait while the two could possibly be tortured at the very moment? He was reckless and rash, careless and idiotic. Of course they would be pulled in sooner or later, he was actually surprised it lasted so long.

He eyed the injuries they had with blurred eyes, Haru had a few bruises, cuts and a split lip while Kyoko wore a cut on her cheek and a few others around her arms from the broken glass. His heart still burned in anger at their treatment. They had never wronged anyone before, they were innocent from the darkness of the Mafia. So whywhywhy did they have to go through this?

Ah...he felt so tired now, completely drained.

The twenty-six year old man had so many regrets. He should have told them the truth. He should have protected them better, should have prepared them for the brutality of Mafia. It wasn't all fun and games as he would've liked. The brunet could hear a familiar voice screaming his name as a figure ran toward him.

Hayato.

Tsuna felt relief course through his veins as he spotted the approaching figure. The girls would be safe, they would be okay. But something told him that it would not. He was going to die. Hayato was going to watch him die. The man would probably blame himself and it would all be his fault. His Storm Guardian had always been rather protective of him, but no, this was not his fault. It was Tsuna's own carelessness and mistake. Fear pooled into his gut. Not of dying, no- he was never scared of dying after joining the Mafia, he was scared for his friends, for his mother. For his guardians. For his family. Tsuna would be leaving them alone and his heart ached.

He wanted to redo this. This wasn't what he wanted. Then again; joining the Mafia wasn't something he had wanted. But it had brought him so many friends and bonds that he would never ever give up. His head throbbed and all the sounds seemed to slowly fade. Reborn had always said to do everything with his dying will, and he would if he had another chance. The orange flame on his forehead seemed to burst into even more flames with a never seen intensity from his resolution before they flickered out and died.

He drew in one more breath before everything turned black.

And that was how Neo Vongola Primo died.

A little boy blinked as he felt something sting in his heart. With furrowed brows, he touched his throbbing chest with chubby hands. It felt like something had changed, his heart felt oddly heavy. Shrugging it off, the little boy continued to stack the wooden blocks on top of each other, making a staggering albeit short tower.

"Tsu-kun!" the call catches his attention and he perks up.

Giggling, the brunet managed to stand up on wobbly legs, running to his beloved mother.

All was well in the four year old's eyes.

When one dies with regrets, they will simply die. But when Tsuna dies with regrets, he reborns with his dying will and beats the hell out of said regret. Nothing less from the boy who was shot and died multiple times after all.