Me: Hi hi hi! Here is a new story for all of you peeps.

Friend: Why are you again writing a story without updating your other stories?

Me: Because a: the plot bunny has been slapping me with this idea for 4 months.

b: I'm rewriting all of my stories right now

c: cuz I feel like it

Friend: *stares*

Me: Don't judge me!

Friend: *shakes head and slowly walks away*

Me: Hey! Come back here! *runs after friend*

Other Friend: eternalfire123 does not anything except the plot, hopes that she has not made the main character too mary sueish, and wishes she could own Bleach or Reborn *bows*

Chapter 0: Arriving in Zaraki

Yamamoto Takeshi. Devoted Rain Guardian of the Vongola Decimo was now the last of his friends in a world of peace. With nothing left to fight for, Yamamoto accepts death with open arms.

In the beginning, he was as happy as can be. He had friends who cared for him, a father who loved him, and a teacher who supported him in his own discreet way.

But after watching them fall one-by-one, fighting for their dream, until it was only poor Yamamoto left.

Taking one last look at the photo of the entire Vongola Family (including Hibari), he left to complete one last mission before joining his family for good.

~1 Hour Later~

After a long battle, Yamamoto is now lying on the ground, bleeding to death from many of the wounds that surrounded his body.

As he stared into the sky, rain began to pour down on his tired body.

Reaching his arm out slowly, Yamamoto smiled as the darkness began to overtake him.

Soon he would be reunited with his family, and then they could live without the worries of being part of a Mafia family.

With a smile, Yamamoto closed his eyes and breathed his last breath.

But of course that is not the end of our story because the universe can be a bitch. So instead of going to the heaven where the his friends are, Yamamoto Takeshi was sent to Soul Society because the universe decided that it wanted to mess with fate by…well…sending in this guy. Which of course is enough to drive anyone or anything insane.

Bright light shined down on Yamamoto's eyes. He wondered if he had finally reunited with his friends. Unfortunately, when he opened his eyes and got up, he immediately noticed that he was in a barren land with a few trees and bushes here and there.

In the distance he noticed that there was a town a mile or two from where he was sitting.

While he was standing up, Yamamoto noticed that he was now dressed in a light blue yukata and was short.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Yamamoto wandered over to a small pool of water and stared into his reflection. Staring back at him, was a three-year old version of himself.

Immediately, he began to feel his face and pinch himself, to see if he was somehow still alive but extremely delusional.

…Nope, he was definitely not dreaming.

Sighing in his mind, Yamamoto decided to walk to town and maybe find some answers to his predicament.

Oh poor, poor Yamamoto. You have no idea how screwed you are or how screwed up you will make the original plot of this story. Oh well. I must return to my job as being the universe. Suck this destiny! Ha!

Me: If you would like to shot me, PM me. If you would like to thank me, review this story. That is all. *runs off*

Friend: Alright where did that bitch go! I'm gonna castrate her for what she did.

Other Friend: You do know you cannot do that because she is missing so important parts. *gestures down there*

Friend: Damn! Oh well, I just burn to ash with this blowtorch. *stalks of to find me*

Other Friend: Please R&R. eternalfire123 will try hard to update as soon as possible.