Author's Note: Hey people! Thank you for picking this story of mine to read! I know that this idea has been tried literally hundreds of time, yet I couldn't stop myself. (Hehehe...) I really hope you will enjoy it, and really sorry for the small word count! I promise to make them larger from next time. :3

Thank you! ^u^

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Dark.

Darkness.

A flick of light.

He whirled around.

Gone.

Pressure.

Pressure from all sides.

A yelp of pain.

Tsuna felt a burning sensation on his limbs, as if someone was trying to stretch them against their will. He had zero control over his body. His spine contorted and constricted painfully, and Tsuna screamed in pain. His head felt like it was going to dislocate.

He couldn't breathe. There was no air. His screams made no sound. His lungs ached for Oxygen. It was as if they were going to burst.

Is this the end?

Tsuna wasn't afraid of dying. He knew he had to die one day, and he was prepared for it. But he didn't want to die; not now. Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto was waiting. Mama was waiting. His family was waiting.

He didn't want to die without seeing them once more.

Something in the back of his mind, his prized intuition said it wasn't the end.

There was still a sliver of hope.

And that was all he needed.

Pure sky flame burst out of his ring, a feat that left him even more tired and breathless than before. He had no flame resistant gloves to project his will into. But that didn't matter now.

He pushed his arms toward the back of his body. It didn't move.

Tsuna grunted in pain and tried harder. His mind was going into frenzy.

No, no. This is not the time to panic. He reminded himself. He began seeing dark spots in his vision from the lack of air. The images of his family flashed across his eyes.

Tsuna pushed his left arm back.

The flame.

There was the familiar sensation of warmth on his finger. It grew larger, larger and even larger. His body propelled forward from the pressure, bouncing to almost twenty feet onward. Zero gravity.

There was a light, and then instant darkness greeted his vision. Tsuna knew no more.

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Hey, Giotto! I'm doing fine! Though, didn't we meet just some minutes before? Is this a new game? – Asari

Giotto sighed softly. So far, it was only Asari who had responded to the 'Messaging System: Vongola Edition' he had invented. The others? Alaude straight-up crumpled the paper and threw it onto the trash can, G laughed his head off due to Giotto's 'horrendous writing', Lampo was sleeping, Daemon drew a… uh, not so innocent image of a woman on the paper he sent, and he hadn't yet decided to write to Knuckle.

It had started this morning, when Giotto had woken up quite early, and saw a pigeon drinking from the bird bath in the garden. His butler had been assigned to bring a thousand pieces of paper, notice- boards with the Vongola crest stamped on them, and at least fifty of notebooks with the same insignia on them.

Every one of them (As in, he and his guardians,) had been given a diary as to write down whatever they wanted to write- and others could comment, like or dislike it. The papers were used to convey small and private messages to each other by hand or by a 'slightly eccentric method' involving folding the papers up and tying a piece of rock to them, and throwing them to the destined owners. But so far, his brilliant ideahadn't received any recognition.

Something crashed on to the frontal wall of his office. Giotto snapped his head up. A crumpled paper, with a rather large sized stone tied to it (which would leave a similar dent on his head if it managed to hit). His eyes lit up, and Giotto ran over to see whose it was.

Just fucking concentrate on your paperwork, Giotto. – G

Giotto sighed again. How could people be so cruel-

There was another crash.

Not inside his office, but outside.

His eyes wide in alarm, Giotto turned around.

Because, it always meant bad business when there was a crash outside your house, you were in Mafia, and you were the leader of Vongola.