Chapter 1-Prologue

Tsunayoshi Sawada, Vongola Decimo or Neo Vongola Primo isn't sane. Well, there was a plausible chance he could have been, however during the majority of his life and being under the teachings of the most sadistic barbarian man in the whole world, there was little to no chances that Vongola Decimo remained sane.

Tsuna had resigned to the fact that he was undeniably comfortable with his remaining sanity that soon vanished because of his unruly guardians. He chose to be optimistic about it, and so he even created his own quote to honour the last bit of sanity he had.

There was a fine line between sanity and insanity, he liked to use it as a jumping rope.

Of course like any living man, sane or not, the time to lay down and take a deep eternal slumber must eventually happen. And the most greatest Vongola boss of the ten generations that had existed had finally closed his eyes and breathed his last breath as he died at the age of forty.

But of course, even the years he had been Vongola Decimo cannot be undone, nor can his immense sadism and insanity. So Sawada Tsunayoshi, Neo Vongola Primo and Vongola Decimo, died whilst creating an inward pandemonium in the Vindice using influence and knowledge.

His actions would forever be remembered in the course of history, and Sawada Tsunayoshi will be both regarded in fear and awe.

After all,converting all the Vindice guards into teenage girls as a manner of revenge, conveniently planned at the same time during his death would no doubt make countless of men and woman quake in their shoes.

(But then again, Tsunayoshi has the ability to make both genders blush brightly like satan had farted in their face just by a simple gesture)

Sawada Tsunayoshi will only cackle madly. This is what would happen if you so dare steal Tsunayoshi's pastries. After all, Karma is a bitch.

That seemed to be the plan and Tsuna was more then ready to welcome death with open arms. However, it seemed like karma hated him and intended on being a nuisance for Vindice before galloping towards him and high fiving him. In the face. With a brick.

Tsuna would then proceed to acquaint Karma's non-existent face with the very same fundamental item use in the production of buildings.

Opening his eyes, Tsuna immediately flinched at the throbbing pain on his temple. Not to be overly pessimistic, but it vaguely felt like his head was shot by multitudes of bullets. As if one would not kill him, and even three was not enough to make sure he was dead. And his aching body did not serve to brighten his decreasing good mood.

Sitting up straight with strings of profanities in many different languages honed by years of suffering and torturous lessons, he observed his surroundings. Tsuna had learnt that not paying attention to what's around you could cost you your life in the mafia. His eyes narrowed, seeing nothing but darkness and grey walls.

If he remembered correctly, he had died mainly from exhausting his flames. Striving to change the mafia and Vongola whilst trying to fight off new enemies that had appeared at the aforementioned time, he had exceeded his limit and his flames had finally exhaust. Besides, having figuring out much more secrets he had ever knew about himself and using these to his advantages, Tsuna knew that it would strain his body.

But Tsuna had no regrets, because he had fulfilled what he had originally planned before and Tsuna knew that the Vongola would be in good condition by the hands of his twenty four year old younger brother.

Besides, Tsuna had no lovers or sons for that matter, so the position of Vongola Undicesimo was decidedly given to Tsubasa. Maybe that was the only remaining guilt he had; his younger brother being involved in the mafia even when Tsuna had vehemently attempted to make sure Tsubasa was not involved in the mafia in any way or form. Of course, even without his intuition, Tsuna knew it was deemed impossible from the very start.

Gingerly bringing a finger to where the throbbing was resounding dully, Tsuna questioned the liquid he felt trickling down his temple face.

Great, was he producing something from his head that could possibly be life changing?

Sighing, he brought his hand up to his face and squinted. Darkness engulfed him, making it difficult for him to see, but Tsuna had no qualms that the liquid was blood. A vein popped in his forehead and he growled absentmindedly.

He must have been killed, and the gnawing pain of his limbs had suddenly made sense. So, he was killed while he had struggled to fight of his captors, failing in the process and of course, died.

"Fucking karma..." he whispered, carefully standing up with the aid of the wall next to him. His voice was higher than usual, but Tsuna paid it no heed. He stretched his aching limps, before a sudden beeping sound interrupted him.

Tsuna looked curiously at the red blinking light attached to his belt buckle, and with cautiousness, he pressed the button. Immediately, a hysterical voice greeted his ears merrily. Please note the sarcasm.

Oh my God, Leo! I thought you were dead!

Tsuna tensed, recognizing this voice anywhere.

"Tsunomichi...what are you talking about?"

Checkerface's assistant and only companion Tsunomichi had screamed unpleasantly, voice still high pitched but had somehow lost its normal tone of craziness. Tsuna didn't fully comprehend why Tsunomichi was referring to him as Leo, but he had a fairly good grasp on the situation. Sounds of footsteps had grabbed Tsuna's attention and he quickly snapped his head towards the direction of the noise.

What do you mean!? Vongola is announcing it everywhere!

Tsuna saw the dark silhouettes of men he presumed were carrying guns of different sizes and Tsuna cursed in a hush whisper, quickly running in the opposite direction. He meticulously avoided the obstacles in his way with ease, jumping over them and swerving from left to right until he had no longer seen the dark blobs heading towards him.

"Announcing what everywhere, Tsunomichi?"

He quickly spotted an open window, and trusting his intuition, Tsuna quickly jumped up using the stack of rubbish bins conveniently placed underneath the opened window. Heaving himself up and concealing himself from view, Tsuna carefully listened for sounds that indicate someone is near. Hearing none, he switched his attention back to Tsunomichi.

There was silence before Tsunomichi's rare apprehensive voice had resounded loudly within the vicinity. Tsuna had dropped his mouth in shock, internally grateful that his former tutor had not been here to see this.

Leo, Vongola is announcing that you're dead! That the greatest hitman in the world Reborn, successfully assassinated you!

A/N: Okay, so hey. This is my first fanfiction and honest reviews and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. I'm not a very good writer, and so I wish to improve. And I procrastinate a lot, so sorry...hehehe. Please do tell me what you think of this!

Also, Tsubasa was born when Tsuna was 16. Meaning when Tsuna died at the age of forty, Tsubasa was 24.