Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is not mine.

Proofread and Edited: December 27, 2016

Cover image is drawn by me.

Main Quest

Tsuna couldn't exactly remember when or how it happened, but he was pretty sure he remembered why.

It was during a talk between him and Byakuran. "The infinite amounts of parallel universes, alternate realities, seemingly impossible dimensions are mind-boggling," Byakuran had said in the middle of a private dinner he requested. "I went through some of them during my journey of self-reflection."

"I don't think I want to hear about it —

"A lot of them are so, so entertaining, Tsu-chan," Byakuran had smiled, holding up his wine glass. "In fact, I would love to let you experience one of them. It's a much-needed break."

Tsuna didn't remember agreeing. Although, he was reassured by that guy it was all "reversible and temporary".

The next thing he knew, when he woke up and opened his eyes, he was laying down on a bed in a bedroom as fancy as his own.

It seemed in this world, he was the only outsider, if one could call it that.

"Good morning, Tsu-kun!" His mother greeted him as he exited his bedroom, just like every morning. "Have you told the maids what you would have for breakfast?"

"Good morning to you too, mother. I told them I'd like Eggs Benedict for today."

"Splendid!" Nana did a little clap. "Then we shall see each other at the breakfast table later." She left the hallway, followed by a couple of her personal attendants.

Tsuna then headed to their tallest tower, a place he had learned to enjoy over the weeks. When standing at the tower's balcony you could see the entirety of the Namimori town plus a few roads heading out to the mountains and forests.

As he leaned on the balcony railings and decided to watch the town plaza for today, Tsuna sighed.

At first, Tsuna thought it was a bad dream. A really, really horrible nightmare. One that he'd eventually wake upfrom and then find out he's sleeping in the Vongola mansion all this time. But once the hours turned into days, and the days turned into weeks, the feeling had subsided and he surrendered himself to this twist of fate. Byakuran did promise him it was reversible, right? And only temporary? But he couldn't remember how long it would be, if Byakuran even said anything about it.

Tsuna decided to learn more about this place if he was going to be here for a while. Everything — the world — seemed to be in that fantasy, medieval setting, a theme that was very common with the RPGs he used to play. The concept of character classes, magic and monsters were normal; modern technology like computers and smart phones were either non-existent or replaced with something similar through magical devices. It was all very cliche, Tsuna had thought, when he found himself dabbling with their kitchen utensils and popup windows would appear with the skill requirements to use them.

Naturally, the next thing to figure out was what was his place in this world?

Apparently, the town was named Namimori, and they were the Sawada family, the nobles of this land and its owners. He, Sawada Tsunayoshi, was the son of Count Iemitsu and Countess Nana, rendering him the Viscount. He was also at the same age before he was transported, which was twenty-three. He had no other siblings which was unusual for a noble family holding this much estate.

To be honest, Tsuna didn't know what his responsibilities were as his mother always prevented him from doing anything. Your father's still alive and well, she had told him, so let the man do everything. Enjoy your life and freedom, Tsu-kun!

So it wasn't surprising when Tsuna accessed his character window and discovered he was skill-less at age twenty-three. He didn't even have a character class, but that only meant he had the freedom to choose later. Guilds were easily accessible and he only had to pass their test to be eligible for a character class.

Tsuna had been so very confused. Normally, when you create a new character in an MMORPG, you are placed in the wild and you could do whatever the heck you wanted. But here, he already had an established role (the son of a count) and he even owned a whole town. So what was he, really?

The answer came to him one day.

Tsuna already lost count. Had it been a month? Maybe two. Or maybe even three. He honestly couldn't remember anymore.

"Good morning, Tsu-kun!" His mother greeted him outside his bedroom door. "Have you told the maids what you would have for breakfast?"

"Good morning to you too, mother. I told them I'd like pancakes for today."

"Splendid! Then we shall see each other at the breakfast table later." Just like every morning.

But this time, Tsuna decided to sleep some more before breakfast. He stayed up a little later last night reading up on the concepts of elemental magic. When his mother left the area, Tsuna went back to his room and laid down on his fancy bed.

Not even a few minutes later, the door opened and a guy started rummaging through his cabinets.

"O-oi!" Tsuna sat up from his bed to glare at the intruder. "What are you doing?!" The guy was wearing a full plate armor but the make of the armor and the engravings didn't look like one of their Knights'.

That stopped the guy and he turned around to face Tsuna. "Was that you?"

Tsuna's heart skipped a beat. That voice was familiar . . .

Then the guy laughed. "It was just my imagination —

"That's rude, you know. I'm still here," Tsuna pouted and finally left his bed to stand up. He tried to look intimidating but that was impossible with his bunny-printed pajamas.

"It IS you!" the guy squealed and took off his helmet.

Okay, now Tsuna was sure he knew this guy. Takeshi. Did Takeshi get transported here too? Did he recognize him despite his bunny pajamas and permanently orange eyes —

"Is this an event?" Takeshi asked the room as if it would answer back. "It's an event, isn't it?"

Tsuna was so very confused. "Who are you talking to?"

Takeshi's eyes widened and he dropped his helmet in favor of pulling out his sword. "Are you a boss?"

"Am I — what the heck are you talking about!" Tsuna's head was starting to hurt that he had to sit himself down on his bed.

Takeshi lowered his sword, and when Tsuna didn't move for a few minutes, he sheathed it back and picked up his helmet. "If you're a boss, you're not an aggressive one. It's just, this is the first time somebody talked back to me . . ."

Okay, now Tsuna was very, very confused. A million times confused. "Can you please tell me what's going on?"

Tsuna saw Takeshi's eyebrows furrow, like those times he did when he was thinking of something serious. "Normally the NPCs would just ignore me unless I talk to them first."

NPC?

"NPC?" Tsuna's eyes widened.

"O-oh, right," Takeshi chuckled. "Game terms. Um, the villagers? Ignore me most of the time, unless I initiate the conversation . . . which is standard, now that I think about it . . ."

But Tsuna perfectly knew what Takeshi — if this was even Takeshi — was talking about. Of course Tsuna knew about NPCs and how it was a game term and how they functioned. Non-player characters, or NPCs, are characters that were controlled by the game to give life to the world. They were the shop owners that provides the players items, or the bankers that lets players have extra storage, or the quest givers, or class trainers, or the guards protecting the towns and a whole lot of other things.

But in this case . . .

Tsuna learned the answer to his question.

He was an NPC. Apparently, the NPC family that governed Namimori, to be precise.

B-but he could function now like a player character, right? He even had a character window —

That had zero skills. And no character class.

. . . At least he had maximum reputation for Namimori residents.

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Notes: Hi, I'm going to be honest by saying this was a funny idea that came to me seeing all the videogame!AUs, but it doesn't have a high probability of surviving . . . I just had to post it here so I won't forget.