Prologue

Namimori

Parallel world, in the distant future...

The darkening of the great sky above ironically- in a way- symbolized his hatred of everything that was on this earth. The lord of the crimson skies stood on top of what remained of Namimori middle school, watching his once beloved city, burn to the ground. His red eyes took in the scene with hunger and self-pride. Closing his eyes he reached out to the far corners of the globe and watch how every other city and country on the planet mimicked the destruction and chaos laid out before him. Opening his eyes, the two orbs burned a deeper crimson in pure glee. They mirrored the flames that burned all over the earth.

He glanced down at his hand, where fire covered over his gauntlet and crawled all over his armor like a living organism. He was a site to behold, and fear. Standing defiant with his wings spread out proud and menacing. No longer bounded by human limitations, he had long become something else. Something more.

Something greater.

With one flap of his wings he was high in the skies taking in more of the pure carnage that littered the streets. Thousands upon thousands of dead bodies littered the streets, with the numbers merely increasing thanks to his army. How pathetic humans were. The stupid ones would try to flee- as if they had a chance- and the ones who tried to fight back were slaughtered in seconds.

He laughed in triumph. No one could go against him. He was a force without limits, a beast without rival, a animal top of its food chain. All who opposed him died. All who followed him, did so in fear of his wrath.

Suddenly, he felt a power surge far from the east. A power he hadn't felt in centuries, though he couldn't place it. Closing his eyes, he used his powers to pin point the location of this person. Before he could find it, it found him.

Come to me, Sawada Tsunayoshi, said a taunting male voice.

The lord of the crimson skies blinked in confusion, but then snarled at the presence of another in his head. There should not have been someone alive who could do that anymore. It would have to be disposed of personally. Before he could take flight in the direction of his new prey, another power came forth, but a weaker closer one. The warlord flew to the Namimori Shrine.

The dead bodies of children and a few adults littered the stone floors, pools of blood all around. In the middle amongst all the bodies, stood a woman the warlord hadn't scene in many years. He landed behind her crouched form, as she gave a prayer for the dead. When she finished she stood and faced him. Her dark blue eyes were filled with absolute sorrow and hate. Two things that fed him.

" Still beautiful I see, Tsuna," the young woman said. Her voice matching the look in her eyes, but filled with longing as well.

"Former sky arcobaleno, Yuni." The beasts moved in front of her with lighting speed. Startling the woman. An evil smile played onto his face, reveling his fangs. Her eyes went to them, then went downwards to his hands. On his right he wore the Vongola sky ring, and on his left was the sky mare ring.

"And the pacifier?"

" It outlived its usefulness," He cupped her face with his large hands, his smile widening as she trembled like a small animal. " Are you afraid of me? Girl?"

Though he didn't show it, he was surprised when the female placed a hand over his armor where his heart was. She looked into his red eyes with her tear filled blue, with her other hand brushed a stand of hair away from his face. " No, Tsuna. Despite what you have become, I can never truly fear or hate you." The tears that built up fell. " I... We all failed you Tsuna. The universe wronged you. I'm sorry."

Those words hit him like a bullet, igniting his fury. How dare she pity him! A pathetic fool girl such as her! As if he were some weak human. He was the Destroyer. Lord of the universe!

A new presence appeared in the shrine. " Yuni!" shouted his annoying servant. Without looking he had the albino pinned to ground by an invisible force. He snapped the females neck and threw her body off the shrine. She flew over the many steps of the stairs and her bodies impacting with the ground could be heard.

Now his attention went to Byakuran who was trying to get up. He wore armor similar to the warlord, his white wings out and about. Appearing in front of the bastard, he force Byakuran up and grabbed him by he neck. " You never did learn to be obedient, dog." Long ago there was a time when the white hair bastard towered over him, but now at six foot seven he was taller than most.

" Go ahead damn it," Byakuran dared him. " Kill me. Kill me now like you should have centuries ago before i had to become your bitch. Do it Tsuna."

So it was like that. . .

" I don't even know who that is. But fine. You have served your worth anyhow," He growled in the albinos face. He ran a flaming hand through his chest and ripped his heart out. He threw the bastard into the shrine, and with a blast of energy blew it up.

Come, Sawada Tsunayoshi, said the taunting male voice again. But this time he traced it back to its location, he disappeared and manifested on a what was now demolished building. First thing he noticed was the dozen of corpses of his solders on the ground. All brutally torn apart. He couldn't help but appreciate the brutality.

" So its true. You did get taller." Purple mist formed in front of the destroyer. Slowly it solidified into a being he hadn't seen in many years, that wasn't human. Kawahira was the same as he remembered. White hair, green kimono, and unprescribed glasses. His appearance could be fooling to others, but it didn't not hide the power that bleed from his every pour.

Once upon a time he would have intimidated the beast, but that was long ago, and now he had powers that trumped the ancient beings. They both knew it.

" Why have you called me? Prepared to die like the other fools?"

The look the ancient being gave him would have terrified many, especially with the wave of power he threw to back it up. But the beast was made to defeat powers such as his. He was the scourge of the ancient ones. " You are tampering with powers you don't understand, boy."

The beast glared back at the man. " Funny shit coming from you. Who split the Tri-ni-Set in the first place. Not to mention the others things you've done in your life time."

" Yeah, and when i did those things, i nearly destroyed the universe itself."

" Well if you look around the world is being laid to waste as we speak," he barked out a laugh.

" Tsunayoshi..." That made the laughter die down. For a moment Kawahira saw those red eyes flicker to orange, but the dreadful color returned with a vengeance taking even the whites of the once Vongola decimo.

" I don't know who your talking about."

" Yes, Tsuna. You do." The man sighed, he sat back on a sturdy pile of debris. " I have not called you to fight. I'm here to offer you a deal-"

"Not interested."

" Of course your not." Kawahira looked down at the ground, a small sad small played onto his face and picked a square object off the ground. The beast grew tired of this. Pointing a palm at the man he shot a blast of energy at him. The blast was hardly powerful and someone like the ancient being should have been able to dodge it, but instead he let it connect.

The man flew out of his seat and hit the remains of the far wall so hard his body went through it and landed into the next room. He stalked towards his prey like the true predator he was, stopping when he stood over the bastards unconscious body. The beast tsked at the beings weakness. And here he believed he would be gifted with an entertaining fight.

He charged energy into his gauntlets intending on delivering the finishing blow to the last higher being left, but then something caught his eyes. Kawahira had not dropped the object he picked up. He bent down to take it from his grasp and saw what it was. It was a picture. On it was a group of smiling people.

Seven young boys, three children, and five females. At first he thought nothing of the picture, planing on throwing it aside, but then it struck him like a blunt object and memories he long forgotten resurfaced against his will. His eyes went back to the image. The boys stood in the back. The shortest of them- a brown haired boy stood in the middle with a tall dark haired boy on his left standing next to a purple haired one. On his right was a silver haired boy standing next to a dark haired silver eye'd boy with his arms crossed, with a white haired boy standing alongside him. The brown haired boy in the middle held a small cow child with an Afro.

The females being shorter stood in front of the males. One wore goggles and had long pink hair. One of the females was in fact a woman with an innocent face. And lastly three shorter girls wearing school uniforms. One with an eye patch held a small child with a single braid for hair.

Gokudera. Yamamoto. Lambo. Hibari. Mukuro. Ryohei. Kyoko. Haru. Bianchi. Chrome. I-pin. Mom.

The boy in the middle. . . That was him. That's why they kept calling him Tsuna. Because he was him. He'd known that all along, and yet...

He had forgotten.

Sitting on his younger self's shoulder was another small child- a baby in a suit and fedora. Reborn. In the picture everyone smiled. Even Hibari held a small genuine smile. They all stood together, carefree, and happy. Unknown to the many harsh challenges that awaited them. But they didn't care. They only cared about that moment of being together. To laugh, cry, and fight together for another day.

As a family.

As a famiglia.

For the first time in four hundred years, Tsunayoshi felt something other then anger, hatred, and the need to the battle and inflict pain and violence. He felt sorrow. It devoured him whole and ripped through his very existence. For what he'd done to the people he called friend and family. The people he once swore to protect with his dying will. Tsuna looked down at his blood soaked armor, at his clawed hands that were anything but human. He moved his gaze to around the room.

How could he not notice? This was his old home. A place that was once a home of joy, and love. Where he and his guardians celebrated, recovered, and had been at their most happiest.

Now only a twisted burning wreckage surrounded him. Desolate, empty and ruined.

Just like his soul.

How had he become this beast?

Why did he do all these things?

Why him?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?!

But there was no one to answer him. He was all alone in the hell he had created on earth.

Throwing his head back, Tsuna roared in pure agony,