Mafia's Angel

Summary: IN PROGRESS: AU. When Tsuna died, he wasn't expecting to see his dead Guardians Yamamoto and Chrome again. Apparently, he and his Guardians are all part of an organization that lives to make Earth a better place. Tsuna realizes that not only is something wrong with his memories, but Byakuran is going to send him down to Earth again, just in time to see everything go wrong. Rated T.

Alternative Summary: IN PROGRESS: A dead Tsuna who's not so dead PLUS Yamamoto, Chrome, and Mukuro who are also not so dead PLUS Byakuran, who is an archangel EQUALS a hell of a confused Tsuna. Rated T. [mafia fights, reincarnation, MafiaAU, TYL!, memory loss, no pairings, no zombies, no vampires]

Timeline: Not definite. You will see why soon.

A/N (Sept. 25, 2016): Did the summaries make any sense at all? Yes? No? I'm really struggling with this one, guys.

Chapter 1

Tsuna opened his eyes and stared at the orange sky above him. The light orange was as warm as the deep orange was dreamy. Sometimes it faded to white. He squinted and saw that he was looking at clouds. Tsuna sucked in the air like he would Nana's cooking.

Cool. Refreshing. Clean. Enticing.

There wasn't any wind. The only movement was from the air that cushioned his rise upward. Am I dreaming? Because there is no way I could be flying this high in the sky unless Reborn kicked me up here. I'm not even in Dying Will Mode.

He bent forward as though he were about to sit up in bed and to his delight, he found himself sitting cross legged in the air.

Time seemed to be nonexistent in the sky as he stared at his surroundings. "This is really weird…" He snorted. If Reborn didn't enter his life, he was pretty sure that he would be panicking and screaming his head off about now. "My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi…forty five years old…My parents are Sawada Nana and Iemitsu," he said and nodded to himself. "I wouldn't be thinking of those details if this was a dream!"

Tsuna was fully dressed in a tailored black suit that looked like it had seen better days. The shoes he wore were in the same condition which unnerved him and struck a nerve of unease in him. "Where am I? No…where am I going?"

A bubble of panic rose to his lips when he remembered something else. He felt his chest. I was shot. Not only me, but also…When he tried to remember what happened, his head began to hurt. He gritted his teeth and tried to access more of his memory. Who was he with?

He blanked out. He couldn't remember. He touched his head.

"My name…S…Sawada—" Another spike of pain slashed through his brain like a hot knife. "Re…born…tutor…Guardians…G-Gok…" He widened his eyes in dismay as he felt his memories trickling into a darkness he could not reach. He calmed down and narrowed his eyes. Whatever was happening, he was losing his memories from the most recent to the oldest. It must be an enemy family up to something new to ruin the Vongola.

"Not on your life. I worked too hard to give up my family now!" He closed his eyes to concentrate on bringing his life back into focus.

He met Gokudera Hayato in middle school. Tsuna smiled. That was an encounter they all loved to reminisce during rainy days.

Then there was Sasagawa Ryohei, Yamamoto Takeshi, Hibari Kyoya, Rokudo Mukuro, Chrome Dokuro, Lambo, Fuuta, I-Pin.

He began to recall names of his family and friends, acquaintances, places, and events. Tsuna let out a deep breath when he was sure that his memories were right where they belonged: with him.

Then he noticed that his body was descending. For how long, he didn't know. And where? Then something straight out of Mukuro's sick humour happened.

"Holy crap…" He yelped as he watched with his own eyes, his body turn into that of a teenager. He gave himself an anxious pat and twisted his body as much as he could. He stretched and wiggled. Yes, he was definitely not a grown man anymore. He was more like a boy.

Tsuna's feet touched the ground and he spread his arms to regain his balance. The mist floated just above the soft ground was an easily missed presence. He looked up from the drifting mist to feel that a soft breeze was blowing into his face.

"Where am I—eh?" He stopped talking when he realized that he spoke in his fourteen-year-old voice.

What. The. Hell.

"You're finally home," a melodic voice said. Tsuna whirled and saw someone standing behind him. He blinked. He was expecting someone he recognized, not a stranger wearing modern clothing. The young man, probably a teenager like him, had black hair with a baseball cap covering the top half of his face.

"You are…?" Tsuna said slowly. He looked familiar. The way he held himself was so…familiar.

"Hm," he said with a smirk. "You can call me Angel for now."

"Angel?"

"Yeah! You know…angels, heavenly places, hell and divine punishment?"

"But…why am I here? Wait…heaven?"

"Oh dear," Angel said in a grim tone. "Did you forget your last memories already? It usually takes a few seconds after touchdown."

Tsuna shook his head. "I…I…no…I didn't. I was shot. And I died." His voice cracked at the end of the sentence. His hand went to his heart.

"I hope you remember your actual story about here, though."

Tsuna's head snapped up. "What?"

"Oh? You don't?" The man covered his mouth as his shoulders moved in a laugh. He coughed twice and straightened. "You have the choice of either continuing down to the underworld or becoming an angel," he said.

Tsuna's jaw slackened. "An angel?"

"An angel," Angel confirmed.

"You're pulling my leg, aren't you?" Tsuna asked with narrowed eyes.

Angel stared at him. "O-Oi…you're pulling mine, aren't you? That introduction was a joke. It's for newbies."

Tsuna's eyebrows shot up. "New…bies…in…angel…what…?"

"What are you getting at?" Angel demanded. "I was joking with you! The joke is over, Tsuna. You've been a Full Fledged for what, ages? Of course I was joking with the underworld-or-angel business."

"What?"

Angel scratched his head. "And I thought your acting skills got better since you didn't even smile at me requesting you to call me Angel." He dropped his hand. "You…didn't actually forget me, did you?"

Tsuna replied slowly. "I'm sure I would have remembered you if I saw you before. I'm sorry, I don't know you. What's your actual name, if it's not Angel?"

He gave Tsuna a smile and took off his cap.

Tsuna's jaw dropped. "Yamamoto Takeshi!?" Tsuna took a step forward and examined Yamamoto from head to toe. It was the teenage replica of his friend.

"That's my name…" he stopped and bit his cheek. "Where do you remember that from?"

"You were my friend and Guardian? Uh…Mafia…"

"Mafia."

"Yes…?"

"I was in the Mafia?"

Tsuna looked warily at Yamamoto. "Yes…"

There was a moment of silence. "Cool! Now, let's talk and walk. You don't seem to have your angel memories back…you only have memories from Earth?"

"Takeshi…" Tsuna's expression saddened as he remembered the death of his Rain Guardian.

Yamamoto glanced at him as they walked down a path. They were still surrounded by the clouds, though now it looked like it designed to be extravagant, with many paths criss-crossing to lead to several different places. Despite their lack of whispering, their voices didn't carry.

"Maa, maa, Tsuna, don't mourn over me. I'm right beside you! This is like going to my own funeral," Yamamoto joked. "And it doesn't sound fun at all. Maybe we could help you understand what's going on since you haven't recovered your memories yet."

"Are you really an angel?"

Yamamoto grinned. "That's a really loose term. But yes, I am. Everyone here, including you, is an angel." He looked up. "There she is! I thought she might be here."

"I don't feel any different," Tsuna muttered to himself.

They reached a small platform and Tsuna stepped onto it with caution. The designs on the silver tiles were simple yet elegant swirls with slowly tightening rings on the pieces near the centre of the platform. Sitting on those tight swirls was a round table furnished with chairs that matched the floor's designs. When he and Tsuna approached the table, the platform grew to accommodate the additional two occupants.

The other angel sitting at the edge was a girl with purple coloured hair wearing a pale pink dress that reached her knees. Her feet were dangling off the side and they disappeared into the clouds. With a gulp, he imagined that if she lost her balance, she would fall to her death.

Then he blinked when something caught his eye. He stopped and stared at her back, where he was sure he saw something move. Are those wings? Tsuna stared harder. Yes, they were. Protruding from her back, he saw gold-orange wings move with her every breath. As he watched, they began to become less transparent. Then they pulsed and faded. Another pulse. Another fade.

"Chrome, look who came to join us!"

Tsuna stiffened. It can't be. Even as he thought this, the girl turned around and revealed the face he hadn't seen in years. He felt tears on his cheeks and wiped them from his eyes so he could see her clearly. She was different now. She had both eyes, both purple and still large but her hair had lost the pineapple haircut. Instead she let it grow long, longer than he had ever seen it before. However...he noticed that she wore a small hair clip with a pineapple design woven in.

The wings disappeared and she stood with a startled expression. He was still frozen in place as she raced up to him and pressed her hands to his cheeks. "Boss." She paused and turned to Yamamoto. "I thought Boss wasn't supposed to join us until after one Earth day." She still had her soft voice, just as how Yamamoto still had his cheerful laugh.

"What is going on?"

"Tsuna—"

Tsuna took a step away from them, away from their touch.

"Calm down!" Yamamoto made a grab for his arm but Tsuna took another step in retreat.

"You…and…Chrome…the two of you…the last time I saw you guys…I don't understand what's going on."

"We're going to explain, Boss," Chrome said with a worried look on her face. "Please, sit down."

Tsuna flicked his eyes from one ex-Guardian to the other. He nodded slowly and sat on one of the chairs available on the platform.

Yamamoto and Chrome took the other two. "Where should we start?" Yamamoto asked.

"The beginning," Tsuna said.

Yamamoto's grin grew wider. "Five centuries of on-call shifts is going to take a whole century to explain. I'll start with explaining some simple things to you."

Tsuna gave Yamamoto a weary look, knowing first hand how Yamamoto's explanations usually ended up.

"We're all part of an organization called the Elgan Order. Our mission is to make Earth a better place and to get rid of the most troublesome organizations that cause the most grief. To do that, we're assigned "missions" that will take a lifetime to finish. And I really mean a lifetime—we're born into a child that is destined for a certain future, like they might be in the right place at the right time sometime in the future. We become that human and live as that human. Are you with me so far, Tsuna?"

Tsuna took in a deep breath and let it out. "I—I think so. I'm surprised it makes sense, actually."

Yamamoto grinned. "I practiced really hard. Chrome helped." He continued his narrative. "From the moment we leave the Elgan Order, our memories—all of our memories, are wiped clean. The life you lead will be one that will have a big impact on the future. In most cases, we're put into humans who will do more harm than good as they grow. This isn't always the case, since you might remember Vongola Decimo, who always had a pure heart and was willing to sacrifice himself for others. But in other universes, something might have happened differently—he could have gone dark. It is then that some of our angel memories resurface, to make us remember why we are there and what we should be doing. That usually helps get us back on track. Other than that, the person we're reborn as won't have any connection to the Elgan Order until they leave that world. In other words, die.

"Once our hearts stop beating, we return to the Elgan Order, which some of the more religious ones here call heaven and we forget our mortal life's memories while our memories as an angel return to us. If we really want to know what we did in our previous life, we could always look into the archives or ask someone about it."

Tsuna leaned back in his chair and swallowed. Th-This is definitely crazy! But…I think I'm beginning to accept this. "I—ahem…excuse me. Is there any chance that I could get something to drink?"

Yamamoto and Chrome exchanged glances. Chrome said, "You could get a drink, but it won't do anything other than to satisfy your own thoughts. We do not need to eat or drink in order to survive up here, Boss."

"…Oh. I see. Takeshi, what was my case? My…mission?" Tsuna asked as a glass of water appeared in his hand.

"Our case," Yamamoto corrected. "We're a team. A family."

Tsuna mirrored Yamamoto's smile. They were a family, deeply bonded to one another even in death.

"For our mission, the case was that many of us reached our Five-Century Mark. It's a milestone for us and as a way to celebrate it, we were given one of the most difficult missions…probably not difficult, but one that will definitely have a huge impact on the world. We were to change the cruellest organization from the inside out, by being members of it—top members."

Tsuna opened his mouth in a silent gasp and whispered, "The Vongola Family."

Chrome nodded. "Lambo was a bit off from receiving his Five-Century Mark so he was sent a lot later than the rest of us. I, being a few days late for the Mark, had to wait, which meant I ended up arriving a year after the rest of you."

"Unbelievable," Tsuna muttered.

Yamamoto frowned. "You really haven't regained your memories? And you still have the ones from Earth. I never heard of this happening to anyone in our group before. Not even Mukuro, who's the most messed up one of us all, with his experience of going through the seven hells and all."

Tsuna sat straighter. "Mukuro? Rokudo Mukuro? He—he was with me when I was shot! Where is he?"

"Oya, oya. The way how you were going on about remembering everything from your past life made me think that you didn't care about me. Tsk tsk, how I wronged you, Tsunayoshi. Kufufufu…"

A/N: Hello, new and old readers! This is LLM, the author is this very late story that should've been finished last summer. I hope you all enjoyed reading chapter 1! This is indeed AU, but canon elements will definitely be deeply embedded.

Please do tell me what you like and don't like about this and feel free to ask any questions. I haven't actually finished writing the entire story but I really wanted to know how this will be received.

Thanks for reading. I'll see you again soon (I hope)!

-LLM

Published 2015-09-25th