Epoch:

\ˈe-pək, ˈe-ˌpäk

An event or a time marked by an event that begins a new period or development.

Or

An extended period of time usually characterized by a distinctive development or by a memorable series of events.


Giotto, or more commonly known as Ieyasu, often wonders what happens after a person dies while staring idly at the sky streaked with shades of orange in the peaceful town called Namimori.

So the first thing that came to his mind was that a certain religion seems to nailed what happens after death. Because even though his sight was blurry, there were no mistakes that his ears had picked up voices.

Voices of people congratulating his 'parents' on his birth.

At that moment, he wonders bitterly if this was karma coming back to bite him in the ass because apparently, he wasn't given the choice of staying dead and joining his friends that has all passed away years before him.


His first year as a baby was irritating him to no ends. There were many things he couldn't do and it felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears from the sheer boredom.

It was excruciating when all you can do is to lay in his cot and sleep. A lot.

The only bright spot was his mother and her amazing ability to know what he was feeling and thinking. Like when he was hungry, when he was bored, when he wanted to sleep, when he wanted to be held.

Okay, so maybe there was another good part. To be held so often and so tenderly.

Taking the chance to enjoy the feeling of a child that he was deprived of since he was orphaned when he was young, Ieyatsu wrapped his arms around her neck snuggled into his mother warm embrace.


He couldn't help but stare at the little demon wielding tonfas kid that had just smashed those weapons in his face when he decided to go a little closer and see if his eyes had been playing tricks on him.

"A-Alude?"

He wonders which place he will reincarnate to this time when a glint appeared in those silver eyes.


It was nothing short of a miracle. He was still alive! (Not taking into account the fact that he had bruises littered all over his body.)

That and he managed to get the name of the kid.

Hibari Kyouya.

Who would have ever thought that Alaude really took his suggestion for using the surname 'Hibari' into account?


To think he had been living with his friends and their relatives descendants all this time.

Yamamoto Takeshi, Hibari Kyouya, Sasagawa Ryohei and Kyoko.

The brunet chuckled at the three's antics in his living room. It was his birthday today.

Silently, he hopes that he will be able to see his other three friend's descendants one day.


"Sawada Ieyatsu is the founder of Vongola and is your great, great, great, grandfather. Which means that you have inherited Vongola blood and is a legitimate candidate to become the next boss."

One Sawada Ieya- No. Sawada Tsunayoshi laments about his life while keeping remaining calm and expressionless throughout the explanation

When will he ever be allowed to live in peace?

To make things worse, he did not like what he had heard from this Reborn.

No. He did not like it at all.

"So, um, Reborn, right?"

"What, dame-Tsuna?"

He could feel his eyebrow twitching at the insult, but he swallowed his retort down. Right. Dame-Tsuna.

An accursed nickname he has gotten during elementary when he realized that he was standing out too much and decided to act a bit clumsier than he was. Less intelligent.

Tsuna (No, no longer Giotto or Ieyatsu) sighed. Better to be less conspicuous than to stand out too much and attract unwanted attention from those strange people he had seen Hibari bite to death for being suspicious.

Suspicious indeed. Only now that he knows those are Mafiasos that came over to get rid of him for being the 'Young Lion's' son.

Why did he always have such luck?

"So… I am now the heir of Vongola?" Funny how things work.

"That's right, dame-Tsuna."

Reborn took another sip of coffee and glanced at Tsuna, who was watching him with a mild expression.

The hitman frowned minutely. It's going to be hard to read Iemitsu's kid with the poker face the child always wore. When the boy turned a politely inquiring look at him, he puts down his cup and arched an eyebrow.

"What is it, dame-Tsuna?"

There was a moment of thoughtful silence before Tsuna sighed. Guess there was no point in denying or trying to run away from the position.

Might as well take the time to do something useful. Like putting his Vongola back on to their original road.

With a resigned look in his eyes, he held out a hand towards the infant.

"I hope we will have a pleasant working relationship, then, Reborn."


A/N: Recieved a PM from a reader to create this story. And as promised, here's the first part:)

Initially, I wanted to make it an ongoing story but when I realised the number of ongoing stories I have... Maybe not.

But with my inability to write long chapters, this would probably end up being a three-shot/ four-shot story (Wonderful how I managed to even come up with that term huh...)

So yeah.

Bear with me while my mind comes up with ways to try and integrate a man (Who probably had his bone break and was betrayed by one of his friends) reborned into the future.