The only thing on a nineteen-year-old Tsunayoshi Sawada's mind was the bodies that had been strewn throughout the mansion belonging to the Vongola Family. The blood belonging to his closest friends – his family.

The brunet remembered stepping over the pale body of Takeshi Yamamoto, the avid baseballer's body torn apart like a toy belonging to a rambunctious pup. Hayato Gokudera was slumped against the wall opposite the taller male, his chest torn open, green eyes staring lifelessly at nothing.

He could recall the dread as Kyouya Hibari's cold body fell from the iron rod it had been impaled on, dropping onto his own person. The horror of pushing away his strongest guardian's lifeless body was traumatising.

The young man couldn't begin to think that others outside of his family had been targeted; the Varia, the Kokuyo group belonging to Mukuro Rokudo, the Chiavarone Family... Even the Arcobaleno were dead, their bodies laying in grotesque manners where they had fallen.

Was anyone left alive? Anyone at all?

Tsuna dropped to his knees, his blood-soaked body leaning against the car he had been in just seconds ago. He threw up, lurching forward from the effort, tears leaking from his eyes harder than they had in a long time.

Lifting his hands to grip at his brunet hair, he pulled, ripped, tore handfuls of hair from his scalp as he screamed. He hadn't wanted this; he had never wanted to be the Vongola Decimo. All he had wanted was to laugh with his friends, eat meals with his family, live a normal life suitable to that of a 'No-good Tsuna'.

Falling to the ground, Tsuna cried hysterically as he pulled his knees to his chest, the agony of having lost the people closest to him in such a cruel way. Cursing the Gods, blaming himself for having dragged everyone into a mess he could have never anticipated, he wished for his own death.

However, after what felt like hours to the young man, Tsuna opened his eyes, only to find he was no longer curled up in the grass on the side of the road – no; he was back in his bedroom at the home he had lived in for as long as he could remember.

Wiping tears from his eyes, Tsuna sat up, trying to comprehend what could possibly have happened. He made his way to the doorway, in time to clearly hear his mother call him down for breakfast. Sniffing, unable to cry any longer, the young man followed the voice; had his mother survived? Unknowing of the carnage her son had suffered through previously?

"Mum...?" Tsuna poked his head into the kitchen, glancing at the dining table. However, he did a double-take when a familiar head of silver was seated next to one of black. What... had... Gokudera...? Lambo? "What...?"

"Tenth!" Said boy leapt to his feet at the sight of his best friend, his boss, his most important person in the world. "Good morning, Tenth!"

Tsuna blinked. Gokudera was... alive...? And... in his fourteen-year-old body...?

The brunet wasn't aware of the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body became limp, his world going black.