Alright, story time!

The idea is not mine and this fanfic is based off of a doujinshi I read on deviatART. The person who made it, Alasse-Tasatir, said I could use the idea so I'm giving her credit so I don't have people ripping my throat out over using the idea.

Tsuna never wished to be a mafia boss. He just wanted a normal life. Yet, he never got that far in school. So when a baby showed up stating that he was the next Vongola boss, he was more then a little skeptical. But weirdly enough, now he actually welcomed it instead of pushing it away.

Since the first Inheritance Ceremony was interrupted by Enma, he was to go through another with more security then ever. When he turned 16, was the time it would happen.

The Inheritance Ceremony was going to be calm and collected. Only once it was over could Tsuna relax from the stiff posture he wore the entire time. It didn't exactly work like that though.

"Dame-Tsuna." Reborn said as he walked into the dressing room. Tsuna was currently trying to figure out how to tie his tie. The nerves he gathered over the day leading up to his Inheritance wasn't helping.

"If you're here to tell me not to mess up, you're a little late. It's all I'm hearing now." He had gained a little of a backbone over the last year. Reborn had softened up slightly, and I mean slightly, on him and because of that it boosted his confidence towards everything.

"I just came to ask you if you're ready to do this." It was more of a statement and sounded like he couldn't say no.

"I don't see that I have a choice now. I have two hours until the mock-ceremony." But the truth is, he had a bad feeling about the entire thing. The feeling wasn't exactly painful but his stomach felt like he had a white hot iron pressing against it.

"Well hurry up before you miss your entrance. Get somebody to help you already." Reborn grumbled as he walked off to get somebody to help his dame student.

After getting his tie tied by his ever faithful Storm guardian, he sat quietly in the changing with by himself. He sat on a bench and swung his feet as he twiddled with his thumbs. As he sat there he had anxiety pooling in the bottom of his stomach as he waited.

It was still another two hours before the mock-ceremony. It was kind of like how in weddings you have a practice dinner to make sure everything is set up perfectly. He sat there and he heard a quiet scuffle going on in the hallway. He immediately went on alert and entered his Hyper Dying-Will Mode.

As he stood there waiting, it got eerily quiet outside. He was tempted to walk out and see what had happened. But he felt stupid seeing as there was most likely enemies against him out there.

When he was almost driven to leaving, he heard footsteps coming down the hall and they seemed to be running from something. They stopped in front of the door and it cautiously opened to reveal his Mist guardians.

Chrome ran forward and grabbed his hand. Mukuro was checking the windows after locking the door. It seems as if a family had infiltrated the ceremony and had intentions of throwing it off. Everyone but Tsuna and the two mist guardians had to come in. But a gas was fed into the room when it was sealed off, knocking everyone out before they made their move.

Who "they" were, nobody knew.

The three guardians waited tensely in the kind of silence that pressed on your ears. Tsuna had gone out of HDWM but he still had his gloves on just in case. It was a tense twenty minutes before the doors burst open and revealed men in black suits. The insignia on their ties suggested Calcassa.

Before they could do anything, the leader raised a gun and sent the bullet in the direction of Tsuna. The bullet reached its target but they were all dead before they could do anything else.

Tsuna jerked by the force of the impact. The person who shot the gun was a horrible shot and it instead hit Tsuna right where his collar bone was.

The bullet was more like a needle. Instead of him getting hurt normally, with his shoulder bleeding and there being a lot of pain, it was just like he was getting injected with a needle. Which made it even worse. He still felt a little pain from the injury, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

But he didn't expect to completely loose all feeling in his body. He fell numbly to the ground, black splotches clouding his vision. He heard somebody calling his name, but before he could answer the black splotches grew bigger and he was encompassed in them. His head lolled to the side as he blacked out.

There was a family that needed to be wiped out before they got cocky. They had run the biggest human trafficking ring. They got the women from small villages around Italy. They pillaged the women and children, while they killed the men and protectors of the village. They needed to be stopped.

So that's where Vongola comes into the mix. Giotto had heard about the family. Their name was Genesi and they were ruthless killers and stopped at nothing to get what they wanted.

After a Vongola servant was attacked, they were visiting family that happened to protect a village, Giotto was furious.

The family was set up to attack Genesi for their stupidity and Giotto came along to help take care of the women and children still alive inside.

They stormed the base and Giotto followed in the wake of unconscious bodies either bleeding out or broken in such a way there wouldn't be movement. Giotto walked from room to room, freeing the women chained to the wall and offering comforting words to the children.

When he stumbled upon a certain room, there was only one person in it. He walked over and saw he was dressed in a suit with a vest instead of a jacket on, his white dress shirt was caked in mud. His hair was what interested Giotto the most though, it was exactly like his with the only difference being length and hair colour.

The boy stirred from his sleep and his head lolled sideways as his eyes fluttered. Giotto stooped down next to him and brushed the hair from his eyes as they opened to a brown with a little orange fire in them. The bangs stuck to the forehead from sweat with blood caked in.

Giotto lifted the head up and poked around the back. He pulled his hand away and it was covered in blood. His eyes widened at the sight before they flicked to the face of the boy.

"Who are you?" Was the first thing Giotto asked as the boy became more conscious.

"I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, my name...Is the only thing I can remember."

This is a tester chapter because I'm not sure how interested people would be in this story. It is G27 but if I realize that it's just here then it'll go.

Hope you liked it.

-Gate