HI! So, I'm rikamei23 with a new story here. Hopefully you guys will like this prologue~

Summary: "Help me defeat him, Primo." That was the words that a brown haired man said to him, Giotto, the Vongola Primo. He was not sure what it meant, but he just found himself, 400 years into the future, facing an enemy his descendant couldn't defeat. Now, the world's faith was at his hands and to save it from a man named Byakuran was what he will do.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN!

Announcement!: This chapter was rewritten on /10/27/14/. Please reread it!

Prolouge

Deep breaths. That was the only thing that could be heard at the room of Vongola Famiglia's boss, Giotto. The said man was sitting on his king size bed, as he just woke up from a nightmare that made him, a sleepy head, awake at two o'clock in the morning. He lifted his clenched right fist and gently hit his chest multiple times; a futile attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart down.

He removed the blanket that was covering his lower half and climbed out of bed. He ran his hands through his spiky blond hair and walked towards the coffee table located west of his bed. Giotto grabbed the wine glass on top of the table and poured a small amount of red wine into it. He sat on the chair that was beside the table and took a sip of his drink. As he savoured the taste, he felt his shoulders relax.

The blond then sighed, his dream was weird. No, it seemed like a foreshadowing, his hyper intuition was telling him that. He looked at the glass of wine that he was holding and grunted. He didn't want to think about that dream, but if he didn't, how would he get some answers?

Giotto then closed his eyes, determined to recall the dream.

"I apologize, Primo." A tall silhouette of a man said. Giotto tried to get a clearer view of the man's face but the blinding light was preventing him to do so.

"I do not desire to involve you with my problems, but it seems that I have no other choice." The man said, which confused the blond even more.

Giotto furrowed his eyebrows, who was this man?

"Introduction is not important at the moment, Primo. I have far more important things to tell you than my identity." As if reading his mind, the man said. Giotto made an attempt to get closer to him, but he was not getting any closer, though he could swear that he had walked a few meters now.

"Show yourself!" Giotto shouted, but the man didn't replied and instead, darkness engulfed him.

He opened his eyes, but was utterly confused because he was now at a middle of a town, a devastated town. He looked around and saw ruined infrastructure, though those infrastructures themselves was indeed weird for his sight. Smell of gunpowder littered the air, and smog was preventing anyone to see clearly.

Giotto walked around and saw hundreds of people kneeling and looking up on the sky. He furrowed his eyebrows, were they praying? He walked towards the person closest to him and tapped and tapped that person's shoulders.

"Excuse me…" Giotto said and the old man looked at him, with a frightened expression. The old man's eye then widened.

"Do you not value your life!? Kneel down! Hurry!" The old man said and tugged Giotto downwards. It was weird, but he complied and reluctantly kneeled. As his knees touched the ground, black clouds swirled at the sky and a face of a person appeared from it.

Giotto supressed a surprised yelp. What's this? A dream? Yes, it was. That was the only logical explanation.

The blond shook his head and looked at the…face.

"Hello, my dear people~" The face said, rather cheerfully. This confused Giotto more and more, but decided to ignore the questions forming on his head, this was just a dream after all.

"Hmmmmm" The face hummed as it scanned the area.

"Tsunayoshi-kun ehh. You look so pitiful kneeling there." The face said to someone, whom Giotto thought was him, but he was not this 'Tsunayoshi.' He concluded that it might be a person near him, or the face was just crazy.

"I would love to kill you now…. But, haven't I killed you before? Or was it on another world?" The face was thinking and the smirked. "Oh well." It said.

Giotto was growing more uncomfortable and nervous, as his hyper intuition kept on waning him. It was telling him to get away, quickly. He was about to stand up, but before he knew it, a red beam of light was coming on his way.

"Help me defeat him, Primo." The silhouette of a man was once again on Giotto's view as he was back to the place he was in before being on the devastated town.

"Wha- Why? Why me? What is happening?" His confusion seemed to have taken over the more rational side of him, and honestly, Giotto hated it. His right hand man would surely smack his head if he heard him.

"You'll understand soon." The man replied.

"Primo, you'll face circumstances that I should have been facing, and I apologize for that. But, I have a reason to hand it over to you… you are the only one who could save the world from that man." The man said and with that, he woke up.

"Only I…. can save the world?" Giotto said as he opened his eyes.

"It's so confusing…" He murmured as he drank the remaining wine that was on his glass.

Questions: How do I find a beta reader? Is there anyone interested?

So how is it? Please leave a review. Constructive criticisms are welcome but please do not be so harsh~ Also, feel free to suggest some Ideas for the filler chapters(w/c will be like the daily life arc) I might update frequently, but I am also not sure since I just started college last week...

Ciao~!