Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction!
In all honesty, when Tsuna died, he expected to stay dead. Meet up with his equally dead friends and mentors. Get scolded by them because slipping on a banana peel was not the best way a mafia boss like him should die. Praised by them for raising two fine children with equally fine ideals. Hug everyone too and punch the main offenders of his growing paperwork in the face.
Not waking up in a new body, in a new place, and in a different timeline, all by himself. No one to congratulate him and no one to scold him.
The thought was sobering at best, but Tsuna had learned to roll with the punches.
After all, if you had been hit with a malfunctioned Ten Year Bazooka for more than fifty times in your lifetime, as well as having a mischievous Sky Mare Ring holder as a friend, you tend to learn that the universe doesn't care about your sanity (or the lack thereof).
Therefore, Tsuna did what he did best whenever he got into situations such as these.
Survive.
OWARI
Author's note: Thank you for reading! This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle! At first, I was actually perplexed in posting a chapter as short as this, but I justified myself that this story's chapters actually get longer and longer! Not all of them, though, so don't get your hopes up. This fanfic will be updated sporadically, depending on how many chapters I have in advance. Again, thanks for reading! *bows*