*First Fic by Autumn: D
*Well, Azrael just uploaded "Wish upon a star" and I decided to participate too! :D HeheheXD
*Hope you'll like it: D & Our writing styles are pretty similar (Told you Azrael!)
*Maa… the next chapter would be longer… hahaha…
*If Mimimi-san is reading this, Azrael says that he would be more than honoured to accept it. (Well, you could see how happy he was with that grin of hisXD)
Vongola Decimo was the last one to fall and frankly speaking, he couldn't bring himself to care that the enemy was still very much alive and will take over the mafia now.
As the pain subside and a cold, numbing feeling starts spreading over his chest and later his entire body, he couldn't help the sardonic grin that spread across his face as he breathe his last.
Looks like Tsuna could finally take a break. Permanently.
Sometimes, he couldn't help but curse fate. Or whoever is up there and responsible for his plight now.
Especially when he saw a pair of homochromatic eyes peering at him with a tinge of fear and curiosity, another two children sitting at the side with the same expression.
He groaned in pain when he tried to move his body, the muscle screaming in agony. Everything seems too bright and it was like he was looking out from a fishbowl, causing him to groan in pain when he tried to stand up.
"Um…" His eyes narrowed in concern when he saw the children flinched violently, his mind whirring with theories and throwing those that was not logical out at the speed of a hurricane, "Where are we?"
The brunet clenched his jaw in anger when the children pushed their back closer to the wall, as if hoping they could just melt into it and avoid the question and burning gaze that bore holes into their little bodies.
He struggled to sit up straight, his arms weak and trembling from the force he had put in to push himself upwards, his eyes roaming around the plain, white room that had no window, saved for the door and the illuminating light bulb hanging loosely from the ceiling.
Tsuna sighed when everything fell in place and clicked.
Mukuro, Ken, Chikusa is here, as a child. Oh lord. I'm with them in the Estrano Famiglia lab.
He lament mentally at his luck and cursed at fate, his tiny hand running through his fluffy hair that seems to be matted in crimson red liquid. Looks like he is still Sawada Tsunayoshi in this world.( judging by the fluffy hair)
If this is what his fate dictates (Damn you! I'm going to take control of it!), looks like his vacation will have to be delayed.
*Life is like a game of cards. The hand you are dealt is determinism; the way you play it is free will. ~Jawaharlal Nehru