Disclaimer: Applies to the whole fan fiction, and this story itself.
Warnings: Cursing, violence, Mafia related mayhem, as well as Reborn. Obviously has some darker themes and angst. You have been warned.
Summary: Twenty-years in the future the mafia is destroyed, and the Vongola massacred. But Kawahira and the First Generation aren't about to give up, and gamble it all on the one person they believe can do the impossible... But there's a price.
:Prologue:
Encore
Laying on his bed, he stared at the ceiling trying to separate his nightmares from reality.
He rubbed his eyes, ignoring the food less then a foot away, and tried to concentrate on the tiny light bulb that was still there, solid and white. No hospital rooms, no panicking subordinates, and importantly no blood stains anywhere, and no corpses so gruesome that even Reborn had been uncomfortable.
When he'd been alive anyway.
No, he was in his room, in the past.
He was fine.
Tsuna breathed in slowly savoring the air without the scent of blood. He was fine. He was back, in the past, and nothing had happened. Nothing would happen, because he was here.
He was ready.
Lifting a finger in front of his face, Tsuna watched as a bright pure sky flame danced on his finger, small little bursts of black night sky flames near the edge for a few seconds, until he calmed himself. The black vanishing from the flame, but the meaning clear to him.
Painfully so.
His trip to the past was not without a price.
But he didn't care.
He was back.
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Amerika's Notes: Short, but its a start. Hopefully not the terrible mess, I keep thinking it is... Leave comments, and criticism on the way out. If your reading one of my other stories, I apologize writing is continuing on them. Updates are coming along slowly because of computer problems.