Hello! So, this suddenly popped into my head. Yeah. It's just a prologue now, but I don't know, maybe with time, its ideas and plot will grow. I have about three other stories that are on the bench also, haha. I want to have a good stock up of chapters before posting them, so that the wait for updates won't be unbearable. This one is kind of an exception as its outline and planning are still really rough and uncharted.

Disclaimer: Don't own KHReborn.

PROLOGUE

"So if we approach it with this plan–"

Shut up.

"No, no, we can't risk doing that–"

Shut. Up.

"If we get past security, surely everything else will be smooth sailing–"

Shut up!

Tsuna's hands twitched from their folded position on top of the counter. The individuals sitting around the table didn't miss this, and one of them inclined his head. "Something the matter, boss?"

Tsuna blinked rapidly, coming out of his daze, and crossed his arms over his chest. "No, nothing. Proceed," he ordered monotonously.

One of the others laughed in a carefree manner. "Then how about we just–"

His laugh was lighter.

"You idiot! We can't do that–"

His words held more depth.

"Ha! Idiot, idiot~!–"

His eyes were more vibrant and mischievous.

"Hn. That will never work–"

He loathed meetings.

"Oya, what is this, a fight–"

He was more cunning.

"B-but, if we–"

She wasn't this timid.

"We just have to be the most extreme–"

Wrong, wrong, wrong! All of it! They weren't them. They never were. How had it all started? Tsuna's memory felt fuzzy.

"–imo."

Damn, when had it all started?

" – cimo."

It was so difficult to remember.

"Decimo!"

Tsuna's eyes focused in front. His gaze flickered to the person who addressed him. Slowly, he sat up straighter in his chair and leaned on the table with his forearms. "Yes?"

"We haven't heard your input yet. What course of action would you most prefer?"

Tsuna's lips parted slightly as he sucked in a small breath. He surveyed the people at the table before saying, "Considering the mission is to retrieve an information disk from an enemy base, I say we follow through with the second method. I don't want useless bloodshed."

"Told you!"

"But my way would be easier..."

"Decimo! You can't expect us not to kill. We're the Mafia after all, and the Vongola to boot."

Tsuna was smacked on the back of his head. "As dame as ever. Are you still clinging to those naïve thoughts?"

Tsuna stiffly turned his head to peer at the person beside him, a hint of grief and despair shining in his eyes. He looked the same as he always did – suit and fedora in tact. They all did, in fact, look exactly the same as they'd always been. However, Tsuna knew. His intuition had been flaring up constantly while the days went by. Something wasn't right.

Everyone sensed Tsuna's growing apprehension and cast worried glances at him.

"Boss, are you alright?"

Tsuna's view landed on the man. Gokudera. He felt a tug at his heart.

"Do you need to rest for a moment? You haven't been getting much sleep lately."

Tsuna's eyes switched to the new person. Yamamoto. He felt another pang of remorse.

"I-If you'd like, I could make some tea."

Chrome.

"Kufufu, be careful, Decimo. Any more and you'll be resting for an eternity."

Mukuro.

"You must be extremely tired!"

Ryouhei.

"Go rest, herbivore."

Hibari.

"Hmm, you do have bags under your eyes."

Lambo.

"Already 24 years old and you can't take care of yourself? As your former tutor, I thought I taught you better than to skip out on sleep."

Lastly, Tsuna looked up at Reborn standing next to his seat. His already throbbing heart ached painfully. He shut his eyes momentarily. "We shall continue this meeting later. Adjourned."

At first, no one moved, concern restraining their movements. Then, they rose quietly and filed out of the room. The door shut with a resolute click. Tsuna buried his face into his hands and sighed heavily. He couldn't handle much more of this. He was sure he would go insane. He had to escape – to flee from this nightmare. But how? This was the Mafia, of all places. Its only exit warranted death.

Even so, he had to leave. Anywhere was better than where he currently was. It needed to be soon, or else the friends he had come to know over the past decade, would fade away and mold into the strangers who stood before him now. He would begin to doubt his memories, his own mind. He had to get out before his mentality was consumed.

Because he knew. He knew it all too well. This wasn't his reality. None of this was real.

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Yeah, pretty confusing, haha (but hopefully not overly so!). I hope you enjoyed this little tidbit. Thank you for reading! :D