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Author's Note: Rewritten and Renamed. I apologize for the length in which everyone has had to wait for my updates, but I lost interest in this after the third chapter and I've only just had the inspiration returned to me.

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Chapter 1

L 'inizio della finé

Sawada Tsunayoshi had done all he could to be a proper boss. To protect his Famiglia. To protect his family.

I...failed...

But he had failed. They were all dead, now. He was alone. Crouched down behind a part of a fallen building, in the middle of a blood coated battle field, bodies scattered around him, enemies and allies alike.

I failed you...

This had been a war. One that had been anticipated even if the number of deaths had not.

Smoke, fire, unbreakable ice...death. It was everywhere. Death. The coppery sent of blood, metallic taste of murder. Death. Anger. Hatred. Everywhere.

My...family. Mio famiglia...they're all...gone.

Tsunayoshi stumbled blindly forward, out of the shadows of the ruins he'd been hiding behind, eyes focused solely on the body not even 10 feet away. Silver and red screaming at him.

Haya...to...

He'd stayed nearby, even when the others had needed him. Gokudera Hayato's job had been to protect and keep his boss alive. He'd done it, but at a terrible price.

Hayato...

A strangled gasp escaped him as he tripped over the body of some nameless Cavallone man. He stared at the body for a long time, trying to comprehend the fact that he'd just tripped over someone's body.

It didn't take him long to notice just how close he had landed to his own comrade. The once silver haired male was laying limp and bloodied, the red mixing -staining- his skin, his hair, anything it could reach.

I'm...sorry...

Tsuna pulled himself forward, moving to cradle the lifeless body of his right-hand man, of his most trusted friend.

I failed you.

I'm sorry.

I let you die...

All of you.

He wanted to cry, but his tears had long since dried up. He'd lost the ability to shed tears not long after Reborn had been found bloodied, slowly decaying.

He could no longer scream, his voice having given up on him when his mother's, and the children's bodies had been brought in, riddled with bullets.

His sanity was barely there, hanging by a thread, just waiting for the chance to snap. Waiting for the deaths, the murders, of his beloved family to sink in.

Takeshi...Hayato...Dino...Chrome...Lambo...Ryohei. ..Hibari and Mukuro too...I'm sorry...

I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to protect you.

A dry sob threatened to escape him, ripping at his throat; tears that were not there begged to be let out. Pain raced through the young boss's body, shivers racked his frame, but still he didn't make a noise.

Gone...they're all gone.

My fault. It's all my fault.

I should have protected them better. Been stronger. Faster.

I failed.

The shaking worsened, but still he kept quiet.

I should have been, could have been a better boss.

I...I can do better.

If...if you come back...if all of you come back, I'll do better.

Please.

Just...just..."Give me another chance."

His voice is shaky, scratchy from the lack of use; the need to yell, to cry, to scream was unbearable, but he restrained himself.

Is that what you want, Décimo? Another chance. A second chance?

A choked gasp, the taste of copper nearly strangling him, What - Who - He didn't know who had spoken, but he answered anyways. He was a desperate man, now.

"Y-yes. P-please..."

You are sure?

A nod, a tightened grip on the body in his arms, and then a verbal answer, "P-positive...I-I'll do..anything."

Then so be it, Décimo.

Giotto...That's who had been speaking. Tsuna opened his mouth to speak, only to have his attention dragged away.

A soft glow from his sky ring, followed by the lighting of Hayato's storm; it wasn't long before all 7 Vongola rings were burning, glowing brightly. A loud hum echoed in the air, and then he was surrounded. His guardians, along with Primo and the First Generation Guardians were there. Surrounding him.

Oya, oya, Tsunayoshi, you better make good on that promise. We're not going to wait forever... Indigo. A sardonic tone. A smirk and then Mukuro was gone.

Another flash of indigo, a soft sigh from a female voice, We won't be able to send you back in time, boss, but we'll do the best we can...A gentle smile, and she too had disappeared.

Jyuudaime, don't worry about us, we'll see you again, promise...A grin, Hayato. And in a haze of red, he faded.

One by one, his guardians spoke to him, support and smiles. They didn't blame him, no, but they wouldn't be able to help more than what they were already doing.

Tears stung at the back of Tsunayoshi's eyes, wanting so badly to fall, but he refused to let them come. His family, famiglia, was watching him. Now wasn't the time to be weak.

It's silent for a little while, other than the humming from the Vongola rings, and then one more voice sounded. A voice that he hadn't heard in years now, followed by the nickname that only he could get away with.

Oi, you better do your best in this new life. Don't die too soon, Dame-Tsuna. This isn't it, my no-good student. Reborn. His mentor. The one person Tsuna had always counted on to be there. And there he would always be.

All to soon was the dark-clad man gone. Following the others, he figured. A shaky breath escaped him, and then Tsuna felt something wet slide down his face, tears, followed by another and then another, until he was full out crying. Reborn had always had the strongest affect on him. Even now, long after he was dead, just hearing the man's voice could bring him to his knees, cause tears to fall from his eyes. It was like losing the man all over again, but at least this time...he knew the other was waiting for him.

Décimo. It's time.

The young don nodded to the voice, showing that he was listening.

The best we can do for you is to send you to a parallel world. There, your goal will be to save your family, and your Famiglia. Your guardians, though, will belong to another. Your mentor, a protector. Most of what you know from this world will be different in the next.

Be careful, Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Tsunayoshi closed his eyes, committing Giotto's words to memory.

I will not be able to help you, so use what you know. Give no reason for anyone to suspect that you are not you.

Now sleep, Tsunayoshi, and when you awake you shall once more have your family. But remember...all things come with a price.