"Life is a voyage that is homeward bound."

~Herman Melville

~O~

When Rokudo Mukuro –one of the Twin Mists of Vongola, and the Leader of Vongola's Spy Network- breathed his last, he did not expect to wake up in the past-in the wrong body no less. But well, it did happen.

Because nothing else could explain how his body turned so smaller, feathery, and lacking opposable thumbs, which was such a shame since he liked being taller, less feathery and having opposable thumbs –if only so that he could hold his trident and stab some unsuspecting fool with it and possess their bodies. Hey, what can he say, it is a fun pastime.

Well, he could think all of this as a prank set up by someone, but for setting up such an elaborate prank, they'd require Mist Flames. Mist Flames that are stronger than his. Which, of course, is impossible, because other than Vongola Primo's Mist Daemon Spade-who has been dead for years now, and yes he is really dead this time, they had checked, of course- and the ex-Arcobaleno and currently Varia's Head Mist Mammon (Viper) –who feels that participating in such childish pranks is beneath them, and a waste of time and money- (of course, he can't forget Kawahira(Checkerface)- but he won't mess with Mukuro unless he wants Mukuro to sic Vindice on him, which he will do if that 'last true earthling' dares to prank Mukuro) no one in the whole world is strong enough to cast such a real illusion on him. Well, there's also Chrome…. But his sweet little Chrome would never be so heartless to do such a thing to him.

And that's why, he moved to the next theory regarding his current situation- Reincarnation. Which, actually, explains a lot.

Ahem, so where was he? Ah, yes….. so, turns out, Mukuro has reincarnated. Again. As if being tortured in lab and –forcefully- remembering his past six lives in hell hasn't been enough, he had been reincarnated once again. He seriously wondered if he was the butt of some cosmic joke being pulled by the Universe itself, or he had actually gotten some of the Vongola madness rubbed off on himself –because seriously, this level of chaos would make even Reborn drool in euphoria, and that's saying something.

And as if some –clearly insane- deity up there has listened to his internal musings and decided to further troll him, a newspaper conveniently floated before his –heterochromatic- eyes, and coincidentally, zeroing on the present date that had been typed on the right corner of the newspaper.

Mukuro blinked his bird-like eyes –Ha!- and resisted the urge to sigh. Ah, so he happens to be twenty years in the past. Figures. Because if he had been in his present, his fellow Guardians would've sniffed him out –literally in the Skylark's case, because why the hell not- before he could even process anything, and they would've dragged him back to Vongola Headquarters and threw him a party –not before laughing their asses off, of course. Because Mukuro being stuck in an owl's body –of all the fucking things in this whole world!- is hilarious.

-aaaaaaaaaaand now he's digressing. He really should stop letting his thoughts wander and pay better attention to his current situation, which (being stranded in the middle of god-knows-where –with a dense forest stretching on and on for miles- and being stuck in a cozy nest high enough from the ground that tripping would mean a certain death) isn't looking so great for his continual survival. Well, at least he knows when he is. Now the only thing remaining is where he actually is, and then it would be easier for him to decide what to do next.

After forming a tentative plan in his mind, Mukuro nodded is little birdy head. So, the first step in his plan would be to get out of this forest, make his way to the nearest town and figure out where he actually is. And well, since he is actually ten meters above the ground, maybe going down the usual way –by walking- isn't a good idea.

So flying it is.

Giving his snowy white wings a tentative glance, Mukuro nodded and flapped his wings. After all, how hard can flying actually be?

Mukuro hooted in victory when his feet lifted up from the ground, and he was now hovering two foot above his nest when suddenly his wings became unbalanced and-

SLAM!

-he crashed back into his nest.

So, turns out flying isn't as easy as the birds make it out to be.

Oh well, looks like his future planning about conquering the world and what-not will have to wait. He needs to learn to fly first.

(And so, the wayward Mist spread his wings –literally- and flew his way home.)

A/N:- So...this happened. To be honest, you had it coming. I have been affected with the KHR virus, I am being plagued by plot bunnies once again. *whimpers* Save me, please?

Anyways, the chapters for this fic will be very short, and hence I will try my best to update them more and more. So, you can expect updates twice or thrice a week. Since this is mostly a crack fic (with an actual plot), BEWARE of the fluff and humor. Oh, and Vongola Madness, because apparently, it's infectious.

And well, Welcome to the dark side. We've got tea, cookies, espresso (for Reborn) and of course, Owl!Mukuro and his shenanigans. It's gonna be a hilarious ride, one I swear you will never regret.

So... Reviews? Anyone? Please?