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This is the first part of chapter 1 redone. The next chapter will be out soon.
A big thank you to Rekishichizu for beta reading this chapter XD
Enjoy
Prologue
Italy, five years before Sawada Tsunayoshi is born.
In an ancient room filled with expensive furniture and vintage books, Vongola the Ninth sat behind a sleek mahogany desk covered in piles of folders. One folder in particular held his attention; it was a beige folder with disturbing contents. The words on its' pages told him that his son, Enrico, the favourite to become Vongola Tenth, had tortured and killed the youngest son of a relatively weak allied family. At the bottom of the page was a statement by Enrico saying that the man had mocked the Vongola, as well as the Ninth, and his death was unintentional.
Sighing, he leaned back in his brown leather seat, making both his legs and the chair creak. He had been doing this for far too long; nothing shocked him anymore. A small part of him felt disappointment, both at his son's actions and how badly he had covered up the situation, but he was in the Mafia and knew these things happen. What worried him more was the feud that could emerge from this if the situation was not handled with care.
Unbeknownst to the Ninth, the apparition of a young blond man stood behind him. He, too, had been reading the folder and, unlike the Ninth, his face showed clear disgust. The man was Giotto, founder of the Vongola. For eight generations he had waited for his true heir, the one who would put an end to the Vongola, but from what he knew of the current candidate for the title of Vongola Tenth, he would have to wait a while longer. A part of him wanted to rip the young Enrico to pieces and let someone else become the heir, but his brothers weren't any better, and some were even worse, especially the youngest, Xanxus. Giotto grimaced at the thought of that child on the seat of Vongola Tenth. He was beginning to believe his true heir would never appear. With a stern face he pondered that thought further. Since his death he had never met anyone, born into a Mafia family, with ideals like his, and maybe that was the problem. They were his ideals, and waiting on the chance for someone like him would be born was costing people their lives.
In front of him the Ninth sighed and flipped a page of the folder to reveal a picture of what could have been a human, but the body was too mutilated to tell. Giotto recoiled in disgust while the Ninth kept an impassive face and began to read the text beneath the picture. Deepening his grimace, Giotto gave a curt nod of agreement to his previous thoughts. He has made up his mind: he would take matters into his own hands and end the Vongola himself.
Giotto disappeared from behind the Ninth in order to go and speak with his guardians. The moment he did, the Vongola ring suddenly began to glow. The Ninth jumped out of his seat in response, and his eyes quickly skimmed the room before looking back down at his hand, but nothing happened. Experimentally, he used his ring to light a flame. To his surprise, the flame was a lot smaller than he had expected, and he was pretty sure it wasn't as pure, either…
Italy, four years before Sawada Tsunayoshi is born.
It had almost been a year since the Ninth received the folder telling him about how his own son had killed the son of an allied family. And ever since that day, the power he channelled through the Vongola ring felt a lot weaker. He suspected it had something to do with the reason why the ring had begun to glow, but all his investigations into it ended up fruitless.
At this moment in time he and his son, Enrico, were at a party celebrating the birth of Enrico's best friend's son. After introducing his father to his friend's wife, Maria, Enrico and his friend had gone off somewhere to chat, leaving the Ninth alone with the wife.
"What's his name?" the Ninth asked as he looked down at the little bundle curled up in his mother's arms. The child had inherited his mother's blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Giotto," Maria responded. "He wouldn't stop crying until he heard that name, so it felt like we had no choice." The Ninth chuckled in reply.
"How did you get to the name?"
"Oh, we tried everything. He just wouldn't stop crying—such a strange child. You know, the doctor who delivered him swore he saw a flame on Giotto's head when he was born." After seeing the surprised look on his face she continued, "He even claimed that this month three other children had been born with flames on their foreheads!"
"Flames? Well, if that's true, I'm sure your son will grow up to be very strong," the Ninth muttered as he leaned down to Giotto and smiled. The prospect of having an ally with flames strong enough to be present at birth excited him slightly. His son had chosen a good man to be best friends with. "Oh! Actually, did you see where En—"
*Bang* The Ninth was cut off by a sudden sound that was worryingly like a gunshot. He immediately straightened up and rushed towards the cause of the noise.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It seemed like someone had beaten him to the source. Other people began to run towards the screaming woman. As he got closer, he could see a few people turning away, and one person had run to the phone. Someone recognised Timoteo and started speaking to him.
"I'm so sorry Timoteo. I don't know what happened but—" Timoteo pushed the person aside so he could see what was causing so much commotion. Lying face down on the ground in a pool of blood were two bodies, one of which was his son, Enrico. The other was his son's best friend. Red matted their hair around the identical holes they had in their heads that were obviously from a gunshot. Timoteo tightened his grip on his walking cane and averted his eyes. He knew why his son was dead, and he knew who had done it.
He slowly pulled out a phone. He couldn't do anything about his dead son, but he could make sure that the people who were responsible paid for it.
A small Island, fourteen years after Sawada Tsunayoshi is born.
A large metal handcuff locked itself around the young woman's neck with a loud clang.
"The loser is Suzuki Adelheid," a bandaged man in a cloak and top hat declared.
"Vindice! What's the point in all this? You're making us fight one another, but we're not learning anything about what truly happened between the founders of Shimon and Vongola!" the young Sawada Tsunayoshi yelled.
"This is all a test of the current bond between the Vongola and the Shimon," Vindice replied. Tsuna gritted his teeth. When they'd arrived on the island, the Vindice had shown up and declared that, because of an old promise between the Vongola and the Shimon, the loser of each battle would be taken away to their prison. Although the Vindice seemed to know all about what had happened between the first heads of their families, they've refused to show or tell them anything about it.
"You haven't won just because you've beaten me. Just wait until you face Enma. He'll avenge us," Adel hissed before the Vindice yanked her backwards into a black void like they had the other losers.
Up in the foliage on the cliff above the tenth generation, Daemon and Chrome stood. There was also a third person with them, hiding behind a tree that was situated next to the pair. One of his hands had Daemon's arm in a grip.
Daemon narrowed his eyes. "Why are you stopping me? You wanted to take down the Vongola, and my plan will do just that."
"I wanted to take down the Vongola," the man replied, "not a bunch of kids."
"You're barely an adult yourself," he retorted.
"You'd be the same age as the rest of us if you'd agreed to reincarnate."
"There was no need. I still have a body, even if it's not my own, so technically I'm not dead." The man behind the tree sighed.
"Daemon, this plan of yours isn't going to work. That boy you had injured—the happy one, Yama-something—he's healed and heading here. I had to send Knuckle to delay him, and now they've managed to defeat this girl too. Your chances of taking them down will be a lot better if you stick to our plan."
"Nufufuf... Fine. I'll 'destroy the Vongola' with you," Daemon said in a snide tone, causing the man behind the tree to sigh again. He knew Daemon will be hard to handle, but in the end he needed the illusionist for his plans.
"And the girl?" the man asked as he pointed to Chrome.
"I'll return her for now, but maybe not just yet. They can have her if they defeat Enma," Daemon said before turning to walk away.
Once Daemon was safely out of sight and out of earshot, a black mist appeared by the tree the man was leaning against.
"Vindice," the man acknowledged.
"Giotto," they returned. "What do you want done about the final fight between the heads of the tenth generational Vongola and Shimon?" Giotto smiled to himself at how compliant the Vindice could be when you had something they wanted.
"If the leaders manage to reconcile, release everyone from both families."
"You've been asking a lot of us. First you ask us not to show them anything from the past, now their release?"
"I thought you were willing to do anything for Bermuda."
"...You'd better be telling the truth," the Vindice replied, a hint of a threat in their words.
"Don't worry. After this, you'll only need to stick to the original agreement and you'll get what you want."
"Very well—we won't interfere with anything you do to the Vongola." Giotto nodded and turned to look down at the tenth generation below them.
"Don't forget to release everyone. That includes Rokudo Mukuro. He'll be needed later."
"Fine, but ask nothing more of us," the Vindice said before disappearing back into the black mist.
Done
I hope this has cleared some things up.
What do you think. Better or worse than the original?
