This would be quite a short story. 2 chapters. I have always wanted to write a story around irony, so yeah...
Warning: Graphic death scene among other things. You might want to skip it.
Oh the Irony - Chapter 1
Irony came at the strangest moments. Like when the girl you liked was a lesbian (Kyoko said yes when Haru finally gathered the guts to confess) or when your best friends were dating behind your back and you didn't even know they were until you accidentally walked in on them doing...things. In your office.
(Hayato, Takeshi and he had long agreed never to bring up the accident again and he immediately arranged for his office to be moved to another room. As well as for his desk to be changed. And basically everything else in the office.)
But perhaps the most ironic thing about his life was the way he died.
He was a mafioso, it really wasn't strange to die early. No it wasn't the fact he died, but how.
He died in a plane crash.
Yeah, funny, right?
He was basically doing the usual. Take plane from Italy to Vietnam for a meeting with another international trade partner (yes, the Vongola had influences all over the markets), meet up with Kyoko and Haru, run away from his very, very enthusiastic stalkers.
The usual.
Except he never made it to Vietnam.
The plane crashed. Using his intuition (almost legendary in the neighbourhood), he managed to cancel the flight for his guardians and a good majority of his staff. But it appears he had gotten a little conceited in the recent years.
He stayed on the thing, and the plane crashed.
He wouldn't know what happened. He lost consciousness when the plane had slammed him into the side of the cabin.
So no. He wouldn't have felt the agony of being impaled by flying projectiles. He didn't feel his arm getting torn off, or his legs being crushed under the pressure of the dropping altitude. He didn't feel his eyes get gouged from their sockets, or the ligaments in his neck ripping from the gravitational pull. He certainly didn't feel anything when he was engulfed by white hot flames as the plane exploded mid-air.
What he did remember was him waking up. He had blinked, and let his eyes wander the room in mild surprise. It hadn't felt too dangerous... The again his intuition may have been a little skewed since he passed over...
He let himself slack. His ring and gloves clearly weren't with him at the moment, and he didn't quite trust dead-him to be able to control his flames if need be.
He was dead after all. By theory, physiological barriers should be lifted, removing any limits he had created back in his life. Which would also mess with his control system and he would probably end up doing something bad.
Furthermore, he didn't know if he could summon his dying will at all. Far as he knew, he didn't have regrets.
"Then why are you still here, Decimo?" The smooth baritone voice murmured out from the shadows. He blinked, before twitching lightly as the room brightened in orange light, far too similar to the Sky flame to be otherwise. He blinked, and gave a wry grin as he noted the 9 figures towering over him.
Vongola Nono, died from gunshot wound at age 75, a year after retirement, by an enemy Mafioso as an act of rebellion against the Neo-Vongola movement.
Vongola Ottavia, died at age 30 from being poisoned by a civilian due to her feminist views. Her Guardians refused to accept her death and collapsed from depression.
Vongola Settimo, died at age 40 by suicide after his wife died from enemy crossfire. His Guardians raised the 10 year old Daniela post death.
Vongola Sesto, died at age 37 when his lover murdered him at the prospect of money. Guardians were MIA since the incident.
Vongola Quinto, died at age 31 from stab wounds inflicted by his guardians when they were mind controlled by an enemy Famiglia. He managed to destroy said family before dying from excessive bleeding. The guilt that his guardians faced brought them to nearly destroying Vongola before being detained and executed by the Vindice.
Vongola Quarto, died at age 48. He disappeared from the Vongola mansion, leaving only blood behind in his office. His body and the culprit was never found.
Vongola Terzo, died at aged 45 from an air-commutable virus created by enemy famiglia. He had quarantined himself from his guardians and died alone in his office.
Vongola Secondo was killed by his Guardians at age 33 when he became too bloodthirsty. Vongola records say that he died with a smile.
Vongola Primo died at age 35. No records were written on how he died. He was the one who had spoken.
"I wonder as well, Primo-san." The brunet sat down, noting at the back of his mind that the chair had just appeared from nowhere. His predecessors watched him, interest in their glowing eyes.
The blond coughed lightly, before lacing his fingers together and smiling. The other bosses recognised the look, and shifted into their business postures.
"Well, I suppose we should get to the point now shouldn't we?" Giotto's smile was different from the one he carried back when Tsuna was 14. It was more reminiscent of... Byakuran. That is... the original future Byakuran. The one who killed original future him.
He shook his head lightly, before returning his attention to Vongola Primo
"You, simply put, are dead. And currently you are drifting through this realm. Your official cause of death is airplane malfunction." The brunet nodded slowly, not disputing the vast understatement as Ricardo continued.
"The thing is you fucking brat, it wasn't an accident." The silence that followed was suffocating. Tsuna widened his eyes before sighing.
Not too strange. Sabotage would explain the sudden danger alarm that spiked through his head.
"Wait..." The voice belonged to Giotto, who looked slightly confused. "I thought you've already destroyed most of the mafia..." Tsuna looked at Giotto, a bit appalled by the other's naivety.
Enter collective sighs. It appeared Giotto did this often.
"Gio, dear..." Daniela explained slowly, making a pout of hurt appear momentarily on the blonde's face, "they were protesting the movement. But the strange thing was,"
"They didn't want to kill the fucking brat." Ricardo finished. Now that made Tsuna confused.
"They wanted to kidnap you, child. So they could use you to get your Guardians to come attack them, and show how contradictory the Vongola would have been." Fabio murmured, morbid amusement in his eyes.
"But they failed, and killed you." Quarto sighed.
Tsuna nodded slowly.
"Since this was not an expected death, we are going to have to place you somewhere else."
That sounded bad...
"Oh, how about there?"
"What the, Giotto, you bastard! Are you sure?"
"Well, it is heading straight for a BAD END anyway... Let's see if we put Tsunayoshi, it'll change..."
Tsuna didn't need Hyper Intuition to know it was probably a bad idea.
I have a headcannon that Giotto died before the mafia crap was going on, so he has no clue how the mafia works, so it may seem like he's a bit childish here and there.
Review! Oh but I typed this in Google Docs on my phone so it might have a few problems here and there. Tell me if you find any alright?