A/N: This is an overused concept but I wanted to write a different take on this. Hope you like this you guys. Also, for those who PMed me about being a beta, will PM you soon. Thanks to those who want to help me, I appreciate it. One last thing, this isn't a fic with romance and such. I think it's better if I stick to family on this with very deep connections so yeah, hope you can tell me what you think of this.

Warning: Unbeta-ed (but will have betas soon *squeal*)

Prologue

Sawada Tsunayoshi, the greatest boss of Vongola's history, had died at the age of 86. He had aged gracefully, charming the bosses of many and for the first time in the mafia's history, bloodshed had lessened to the point that only the most needed killings were done. The times had changed in his rule, the revolution sought after by his ancestor, done skillfully in the hands of his one true heir.

Sadly, things needed to come to an end. Whether good or bad, at some point in time, lives will pass on and the cycle repeats all over again. And for the tenth generation boss of the Vongola, his life too, had passed on. For almost thirty years now, Vongola had been given to his son and heir, Sawada Tsubame. His son's name given in the honor of his deceased wife. For those thirty years, however, Tsuna worked in the shadows, giving way to the smallest of hopes and life which was long extinguished in the cruel world of the mafia.

But years had gone by too fast.

Now, he lies on his bed, surrounded by his beloved guardians and only son, his eyes closed peacefully. He breathed his last breath, a small smile gracing his lips and then Tsuna was gone, from then and forever more. The howling cries of his loved ones reverberated across the halls bathing every person within hearing range the same anguish they were forced to feel.

Their sky was no more, the one person that made them feel the most at home, the one person who had accepted them for who they were without bias and only unconditional love. On that dreary night of October 15, a day just after Tsuna's birthday, the tenth boss of Vongola was no more.

...

A cradle rocked eerily in the silent room. A lone man stood shrouded by the darkness and illuminated only by the flashes of thunder raging outside. His eyes, once brilliant gems which sparkled at the smallest of things, now dull and empty as he stared at the prone figure of a woman bathed in her own blood. A small bundle wrapped securely in blankets cradled in her arms.

Gusts of wind seeped through the open windows and his form shivered against the biting cold. The gun in his hand glinting silver against the moonlight. The static of his intercom suddenly blared rousing him from his daze.

"Storm, report." Blunt and cruel. His voice always did sound like that.

Storm grabbed the black device with stiff hands, his voice just as cold. "Targets eliminated." His words felt like bile corroding his teeth and tongue. Storm resisted the urge to empty the contents of his stomach as the laughter from the other side reached his ears.

"Well done." His silver tresses shone momentarily as Storm walked away from the corpse at his feet, his eyes closing painfully. They were innocent, so why?

"Return home, Storm. See you later." The tone had suddenly sounded warm yet it sounded wrong, just so so wrong. He cupped his hand against his mouth. He felt sick and he wished that things didn't turn out this way.

"Yes, Juudaime." The line went dead, and so did his heart.

Storm walked mechanically out of the two-story house, his whole body rigid with disgust, and his hands shaking as the bomb he had set at every corner of the humble home detonated simultaneously. He didn't dare look back in fear of what he might see because he knew, the flames had swallowed everything. He didn't even need his dying will flames to do the job.

Storm had seen it so many times and every single time he did, he still felt that same feeling eating him away. It was always then that he uttered in the deepest pits of his being a small prayer. An utterly useless prayer because long ago, he had realized that miracles do not exist, especially not in this dark world he lived in.

Please save me.

...

A teenage boy gasped for breath as if he had been drowning and coughing up the water lodged in his throat. Caramel-colored eyes blinked open, his mouth gasping for breath. Cough after cough escaped his pale lips and Tsuna struggled to keep himself at bay. His wide and panicked eyes surveyed the room. Where? Why? How? Everything was the same, every crevice, every misplaced clothes, and every homework strewn over his desk.

Everything was exactly fucking the same. With trembling feet and shaking fingers, he slipped off the bed, making his way towards the mirror inside his closet. Large and innocent eyes stared back at him, his hair resting on his shoulders limply. Entranced, he touched the edges of the glass, his gaze still plastered disbelievingly on the surface. A quick and painful pinch on his cheek confirmed everything.

It wasn't a dream.

"Fuck this." Tsuna growled, his eyes sharpening into slits. His expression looked so out of place on his boyish features and it only infuriated him more. He glared at his reflection. Oh he knew, he knew oh so well what happened.

He had died and willingly so, quietly accepting death waiting on him for so many years. So why the hell was he in his fifteen year old body, looking young, prim, and absolutely useless? He was supposed to move on to the afterlife and be reunited with his wife and parents, even with his ancestor but no. Instead, he wakes up in his old goddamn body looking like the puny boy he was. Someone was seriously fucking with the program here.

What the hell happened?

...

When breakfast had passed and his tummy full, Tsuna had calmed down, having the mindset to actually be rational and stop goddamn panicking. He watched and analysed his surroundings carefully. Apparently, his mother was alive, still humming as she lovingly cooked him breakfast. His father, Tsuna rolled his eyes, was still busy mining in some place he didn't bother to ask.

Everything was the same. The only difference he could see right now was the fact that he excelled in school. That was the only good thing he can think of because seriously, his mentality wouldn't be able to handle pretending to be an idiot. He had been a mafia boss, thank you very much and he was damn good at his job.

Tsuna frowned into his cup, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Now that he thought about it, there was another thing missing. The one constant in his life he hated and loved with his whole being. The one person who made him who he was, and who he could ever be.

Reborn was not there.

In his previous life which he was sure as hell was not a dream—his sky flames were proof of it—the baby hitman had arrived and bulldozed into his life when he was fourteen, so where was he? He looked up from his warm cup of chocolate and called out.

"Kaa-san?" She turned around to face him, that gentle smile he had missed so much adorning her face. Tsuna smiled in return.

"Could I skip school today?" She didn't even blink when she acquiesced. In fact, Nana looked relieved. Tsuna quirked an eyebrow at this peculiar behavior. Was he some bookworm without friends?

"Sure, Tsu-kun. I'm glad you asked. You need a break and time with your friends, you know." She admonished him lightly. Tsuna sighed. Guess he was right.

He shook his head and stood up, bringing along his dishes. "Thanks, kaa-san." Lightly pecking her on the cheek, he whirled around, and walked hurriedly towards the door. His mind so intent on finding out about this strange world he unknowingly found himself in that he missed the wide and surprised eyes of his mother as he disappeared from view.

Nana stared after her son's retreating back, disbelief splattered across her face. Her son had always been so despondent and skittish, and not once had he initiated contact before. A small smile graced her lips, her hands cleaning the dishes her son had just used. Maybe, he was finally beginning to warm up to her. Finally, she breathed out.

Maybe, he had friends now. The thought warmed her to the very core. His son needed them, whoever they were, especially now, when the times were so dreary. Life in Namimori had drained slowly over the years and she wished deep in her heart that whatever it was haunting this once lively town would leave her family alone. It was just a tragic thing on her part that the very thing she was afraid of was the exact same thing his son had been a part of long ago.

...

Dressed in faded jeans and a plain shirt, Tsuna wandered the streets of his hometown, his wizened eyes beaming in delight. No matter how long it was or how long he had been away, Namimori still held a special place in his heart. It would always be his home even though he spent less than a quarter of his life here. It was in this place where his most treasured memories were all made, and it was also in this place where he had vowed to protect the most precious things in his life.

Nothing has changed. A little reminiscing wasn't so bad. It made him feel less tense and more accepting of the fact that he really was alive again. Though another part of him was rallying inside his head, demanding time and time again. Why the hell was he alive again? And without that pesky little hitman to boot! Tsuna wanted to stomp his foot and sulk like a brat. Sure, he had died an old man but right now he was a juvenile teenager and he had every right to act childish!

"Give it up, lady! Come on or I'll shoot!"

Tsuna abruptly stopped walking, his eyes bulging at the commotion happening before his very eyes. In broad daylight, a robbery was taking place. His mouth tilted downwards, his teeth grinding against each other. A robbery happening in the middle of the street, and no one seems concerned with what's happening. The people around him were turning a blind eye to the crime unfolding in broad daylight.

Growling low, instincts took over and with one fell swoop, he crouched and dashed towards the unsuspecting man, kicking him squarely on the face. The movement was too fast, and the momentum too good, that the robber found himself kissing the cement in three seconds flat.

Tsuna hovered over the crumpled form, his eyes shining in disgust. He placed one foot over the man's neck, effectively halting his struggling. One wrong move, and the offender's windpipe will be crushed to bits. It was something Tsuna made sure the robber understood. He looked up at the frightened woman and asked gently.

"Are you alright?" His voice was light and friendly but the woman only stared at him, her eyes gaping and her mouth hanging open. She was shaking badly, staring at him as if he was the one who wanted to rob her instead. Tsuna filed these observations at the back of his head, all the while keeping the same soft expression on his face.

"Miss?" Tsuna pressed. She stepped back and spun on her heels, leaving Tsuna staring after her doubly confused. He looked down and stared unflinchingly at his captive.

"What's up with her?" The man snarled and pushed his foot off his neck. Tsuna didn't bat an eyelash at this pathetic form of resistance.

"You're a complete idiot!" Tsuna blinked, and the man fumed. "You think you're being heroic by doing this?" Tsuna yawned into his hand, effortlessly dodging the punch directed to his face. "Think again, brat! In this town, no one's a saint!"

Another swipe to his head had him ducking under the attacker's hand, his body rotating against the motion of the man's body. Now standing behind him, Tsuna kicked the hoodlum's back without remorse and indifferently watched as the man plummeted face first into the ground. Tsuna walked around the lump staining the ground and stopped before the man's face, bending slightly to catch the angry gaze that stared back at him.

"No one's a saint, true. But not everyone's a monster." His words burned with anger, his eyes blazing in intensity. He looked around him and watched as some of his audience flinched in guilt before turning away completely. Tsuna drew himself up, a frown marring his face. He glared one last time at the vermin squirming on the ground, and promptly walked away.

Tsuna looked around him one last time, and his suspicions were confirmed. This wasn't Namimori. His Namimori. Because he knew, crimes like these didn't happen in his hometown and so blatantly at that. It was time he gets to the bottom of this. It was time he finds out why he was a world not his own.

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Completed: September 21, 2013