A/N: Hey everyone, here's another story for all of you. I apologize for not updating my fics but no worries, I've been working on everything, slowly, but surely. Please expect an update on almost all of the stories before October ends. So for now, I present this fic. :) Please don't forget to R&R! :)

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Aimlessly, Tsuna walked down the quiet streets of Namimori. It was only a few hours after dawn, and he found himself waking on his own. It was strange, actually. Not once did he wake up on his own. It just never happened. He was always woken up either by his mother, alarm, or Reborn's Spartan ways.

This time, however, he did. He didn't even feel as tired as he should be, since last night, Reborn trained him again. He just felt it. Something unsettling at the pit of his stomach, that refused to go away, no matter how much he willed it, it won't go away Now, he was on his way to school, at this ungodly hour, and he didn't even know why.

He couldn't understand. One moment he was nervous as hell, and the next he felt as calm as the sea. He had never, in his whole fourteen years of life, felt so at peace. At peace yet something heavy was still there. Somewhere inside him, something was struggling to break free. He was confused.

Usually, this was what he felt when he was in his Hyper Dying Will state. Tsuna stopped in his tracks and stared at his right hand. He flexed the nimble fingers and sighed. There was neither flame, nor that overwhelming gush of power he usually felt, therefore...he shouldn't be feeling this way, right? His school loomed before him in its all glory, and he stopped, and stared once again. His eyes softened.

Though he had some of his worst memories in this place, his most precious memories were made here too. Yes, being bullied, and getting insulted each day weren't pleasant. They were traumatizing, actually, but…a smiled graced his lips. Because of Nami-chu, he was able to meet all his Guardians, not to mention Kyoko-chan and the others. And Reborn…if it weren't for his less than brilliant grades, then maybe, his mother wouldn't have called for Reborn. The brunet shook his head.

That was silly. One way or another, it was bound to happen. Reborn would have crashed into his life. He would definitely show up. He had no choice because he knew—he shook his head at this—no, he could feel it. Reborn and Vongola Nono were already dead-set on making him the next Vongola boss.

Tsuna sighed. Even if he kept denying it, he knew that he would eventually become the next boss of Vongola. No matter how much he hated everything related to the mafia—the pain, cruelty, and death. They were all interlinked with each other. He wasn't as stupid as everyone made him out to be. He knew things, and those things were what he didn't want to be a part of. He clenched his fists as he felt tears gathering at the back of his eyes.

He hated to fight, to deliver blow per blow on his opponent no matter who they were. He hated to think what his future would be like but—a few tears escaped his eyes—if all that was to protect his friends…then, he'll endure everything. Tsuna knew that he couldn't possibly turn back now, because everyone would be in danger, if he did turn his back on this mafia he hated so much. Tsuna took in a gulp of ai,r and breathed out as he wiped his tears. He could do this. He'll protect his friends, no matter what happens.

Taking a step forward, his eyes widened. Is that—? Realization dawned on him before he could move out of the way. The pink device covered his form, and he was forcefully reacquainted with the time warp of the Ten-Year Bazooka. Tsuna closed his eyes in resignation. It was an irony, really. Here he was, so afraid of knowing his future, then suddenly being shot with the bazooka, wasn't this all too much of a coincidence? Now that he thought of it, how could he have been shot when Lambo wasn't in sight?

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Maybe, he didn't see Lambo following him? Yeah, that was it but at the back of his mind, doubt lingered. The cow child was still sleeping when he left, right? He was unable to think much of it though for the shining lights were gone meaning, his transport was already complete. If that was the case, why was it that only darkness greeted his eyes? And it was hard to breathe…

Panic crept up and he reached his hands forward when sunlight stabbed his eyes harshly. He pushed the lid off and sat up, vaguely registering that he was lying on something. He looked down and his eyes widened. Countless flowers were scattered around him. On his lap, at his feet, and just all over him. This is a coffin…wasn't it? His eyes softened. Was he dead in the future? A stab of pain went to his chest. He'll die, eventually, but wasn't ten years too early?

"Who's there!" Tsuna jumped back, frightened. He looked around him when a man emerged from the shadows. Caramel-colored eyes widened. G-Gokudera-kun?

"J-Juudaime..." The silver-haired man seemed breathless and Tsuna could definitely hear the tremble in his friend's voice.

"G-Gokude-ack!" He didn't know what happened actually. One moment he was staring at the ten-year later self of his best friend, and the next, he was staring at the sky, finding it hard to breathe.

"Gokudera-kun?" Tsuna asked tentatively as he hugged his Storm Guardian in return. What's going on?

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, Juudaime...so please...please..." Sobs and heaves wracked his form and Tsuna could only lay there in his coffin, his best friend hugging the life out of him. What's going on?

...

"Gokudera."

"Reborn-san! Is there some-"

"Shut up and gather all the Guardians here at Namimori-chuu. Be here in half an hour." The baby hitman hung up before Gokudera could answer. Reborn looked down, his fedora hat casting a shadow over his face. This was no joking matter. This was...He clenched his fists.

"Tsk. Dame-Tsuna, you better be ready when you get back." He turned to the side, his eyes boring holes into the lifeless body a few ways from him.

"Dying within ten years...what the hell happened?"