You must know that I have published this chapter before under different name. The one I published before was an incomplete version, made without any thought and just an experiment of mine. I want to see what will happen if I delete a story, and one that is very new to use seems like a good idea for me. ;3

Now though, I'll admit that I'm serious about this story. I hope you readers will support me and give me ideas in how to progress in the story. :D

This chapter has been changed in many parts and added more. I also change some of the original plot, especially the name of the twin. I'll try to make longer chapter than I normally make. Because of that, the updating date of this story will be completely irregular.

In one of the room of the Vongola Mansion, Timoteo leaned against the back of his chair with a deep sigh. He lowered his gaze and looked at the folders that rested on the table in front of him.

He was the ninth generation Boss of the most powerful Mafia Famiglia in the world, Vongola Famiglia. He was old and a bit rusty, if he may admit it. He wouldn't be fit to lead Vongola for a long time from now.

But his heirs had been killed; Enrico was shot in gun battle. The second, Massimo, was drowned. His youngest, Federico, was found as bones. He had no choice but to search for another heir from Vongola's heirs' descendant. But then Reborn showed up and told him he had already chosen a suitable heir.

A picture of a brunet was plastered on the upper right corner of a folder. The brunet was looking down, his brown hair was very spiky and it stood straight on his head, but he was averting his eyes from everything, his eyes weren't showed clearly on the picture, but Nono knew that it was cerulean blue, due to the other notes on the report.

The teen was the son of the head of CEDEF and the external advisor of Vongola, Sawada Iemitsu. However, the man had another son, the twin of the first teen. In fact, the other son was the older twin.

The older twin's folder also had a picture. Unlike with the brunet, the picture showed a black haired boy – with quite the same hair style as the brunet, but his was shorter – grinning sheepishly on the camera, but his warm caramel eyes was staring sharp on the camera, like he knew the camera was there even if he shouldn't have known it. After all, the picture was taken by an expert in infiltration from Vongola.

Iemitsu had protested quite heavily about the involvement of his children as he had spent most of his life protecting them from danger, but Timoteo could see the potential in them. And they were the direct descendant of Primo, it was very good for situation, Timoteo almost couldn't believe his luck and how he hadn't thought about it before Reborn suggested it.

If only-

A sound of ringing phone broke though the silence in the room. Timoteo looked at the caller id.

Reborn.

"Yes, Reborn?"

"I'm ready to depart. I'll arrive in Namimori the next evening, is there anything you want me to do specifically, Nono?" Came through the phone a voice of a baby.

"Reborn," Nono asked warily, "Are you really sure about your choice?" He didn't want to doubt one of his most trusted hit man, but his choice was really…unusual.

"Yes, Nono. I'm sure." Reborn said calmly. "I'll have Sawada Soutarou as my student."

Nono sighed in defeat. He knew his attempt was futile; Reborn wouldn't change his mind anymore, unless something drastic happened and opened his eyes. "Very well. I'll expect a report at the end of the week."

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Reborn let Leon changed back to his chameleon form and gave a sign to the flight attendant to start the flight to Japan. He was going to Namimori, Japan to train the chosen heir of Vongola.

While most of the heir was the oldest son, it wasn't too rare for the younger son to take the title as the Family Head. But normally it was done because the younger was more talented. However, the same couldn't be said for the case currently.

Sawada Soutarou was a quiet and timid boy. His score was below average, and he had almost no athletic abilities. If it was taken into consideration, nobody will choose him, especially if the older son's case was showed. The older son, Sawada Yuuki was quite good in sport, but he didn't give his all or participate in any specific sport. He just played when it was required, not because he liked it, but more of obligation it seemed like for Reborn – to get the required score in class most oftenly. The older son's score was above average, but even in it he didn't give it his all. He was a bit distant from the other student, but he had good relation with all of the students. He was so much better and suited than Soutarou to become the candidate. He did things half-heartedly, but surely that was better than Soutarou who didn't have any talent within him?

But Reborn knew something other didn't.

It was a year ago, when he was finished with a mission from Nono. Something changed his life. Memory after memory suddenly came into his head. The first one, "Ciaossu.", the next, "This is Gokudera Hayato.", and then, "I'm the substitute, Reboyama." All of it was bursting in, and Reborn knew instinctually that the memory wasn't complete; some of them had very obvious gaping hole. But it was his memory, memory of what had happened, what hadn't happened, what maybe will happen, and, more importantly, what won't ever happen.

At first he was mistrustful towards the memory, even hostile toward it, since some of it interfered with his current life which wasn't as long as the memory was, but after confirming it with the Vongola mechanics that nobody had and can make a device to manipulate people's memory, he was starting to search for some clue that his recently acquired memory was real. The result was shocking.

He discovered that there was some difference between the memory and the reality. Some were insignificant, like he had more girlfriend, Vongola was formed a fourth day earlier, and Luce had longer hair on the side – it reached her chin instead of only her sides.

But the significant thing – they were prone to disaster, Iemitsu had not one child, but two.

Sawada Yuuki and Soutarou.

Sawada Yuuki had black hair with caramel eyes. Sawada Soutarou had brown hair and blue eyes. Both of them had same facial structure. The heir in his memory's name was Sawada Tsunayoshi, the only child of Sawada Iemitsu and Nana, and he had brown eyes and caramel eyes. The one who had the personality leaning into the previous Tsunayoshi was Soutarou.

Because of the speculation, he had confided to Nono about his choice – not about his memory, he hadn't told anybody as far as he knew, and that meant nobody knew about his memory. And he hoped he hadn't made the wrong choice – he couldn't have, right?

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A teenager steered from his bed, awaking from sleep. Sitting down on the bed calmly, he stared intently at the calendar. Seeing that it was still 3 days away before he could finally meet him, he sighed in despair. He really wanted to meet him faster, but he couldn't do it without making any suspicion.

Only 3 days… He thought softly to himself. He just needed to wait 3 more days.

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In a white and spotless room, a figure sat crossed leg, leaning on one of the walls. He opened his eyes which was a match between red and blue eyes. A smirk adorned his face.

"Kufufufu… Sawada Tsunayoshi. I see I owe you a lot of things."

He stood up with a grace, glancing at his surroundings disinterestedly. He thought he would escape in a few weeks, but since he got something interesting that suddenly improved the possibility of him escaping without any hassle he would get if he tried without them… Well, let's just said it would be much better to escape one.

He readied himself for a visit to his underlings and called forth his power.

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"Takeshi, we need to move soon."

Yamamoto Takeshi looked up to his father, a smile graced his lips. "Tomorrow? I'll ready my things."

Tsuyoshi just stared as his son leave the room, seemingly unaffected by the news. He knew better. Takeshi had long since wished for the move, even though he never said why. It was a bit weird. At first their family lived in Namimori, but they had moved to another city because his wife wished for it. Takeshi didn't say anything though, he didn't complain at all. At least, until that day when she died. He never became quite the same, and even though a few months later he changed and became more cheerful again, now sometimes he could see him staring to something really far, as if he was wishing for something different – no, as if he knew something different could happen. As if he was longing for those difference, and Tsuyoshi suddenly knew a few days ago, that it was time for them to move back to Namimori. He had already prepared the papers, and he had told Takeshi about it. The boy became even more cheerful if it was possible.

He knew Takeshi didn't remember it, but he was a quite good friend of another toddler in Namimori. Best friend, if he may say it. He couldn't remember the boy's face, but he knew the toddler was Sawada Nana's, a kind housewife that was a bit air-head.

He chuckled fondly, remembering the time when every other mother should freak out or cringed, Nana remained calm, even jovial. He couldn't really understand if the woman was really air-headed or a closet-sadistic, but he missed her.

He would see her first when Takeshi and he came back to Namimori, that's for sure.

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A smiling woman raised her eyebrow enthusiastically when she looked at the flyer she had found. She clapped her hands in excitement. This would be perfect!

She took out a phone instantly. She was sure that her house wasn't the only house the flyer came into and she must be the first to call the number on the flyer if she wanted to get the tutor!

Her call was answered on the first ring. "Ciaossu. What can I do for you?"

She didn't think about the voice which answered her call and instead focused on the word he had used. Italian, how wonderful! He could teach her sons the language!

"Well, I read this flyer this morning..."

Soutarou is from 颯(sou) which means "suddenly, smoothly", 太(ta) "thick, big", and 郎(rou) "son". Yuuki is from優(yuu) which means "gentleness, superiority" and 生(ki) which means "life". Do you think the name fit them?

What do you think? Please give me some feedback! Tell me if you want something to be different from the previous world, I will consider it! And should this be slash?

This story isn't beta'd. Is there anybody who wants to become one?