*Old note I wrote a long time ago* Hello everyone! I wanted to apologize for not posting anything as of late. The computer I was using to write and publish crashed, erasing everything I had on my story, and I haven't had a computer to write on until a week or few ago.

I haven't had the free time or determination to write and publish anything. But now I'm back in action and figuring out everything that I had planned for this little fanfiction of mine.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, now I know I'm not the only one with grammar issues. ;)

Oh no D: omg I just read through the other chapters I'd posted and ugh D: just ugh.

I'm gonna have to do something about this...

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*****Most recent Authors note*****

HAHAHAHAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa sorry guys but I found this and here you go lol

How many millenia has it been since I last posted? Lol

I actual do still want to continue this story so idk, I'll post when I can if I can, at least to finish it jhgkkhgdkuyd

He couldn't think. His mind felt numb as he stared helplessly at the blood covering his hand. Tsuna couldn't do anything but stare wide-eyed at the warm liquid that dripped gently down his wrist.

What? The boy was having a hard time hitting-home with what had happened. Or rather, with everything that had happened. It's all just a dream or something, right? It's got to be...

The tall man covered the Vongola's blurred view. Seeing the child's hand fall limply as he went into shock, the orange-haired Hayato smiled big, his rifle leaning lightly against his shoulder, the butt of the gun resting in his hand.

"Now, let's talk!"

"More importantly," Reborn stared back into the exhausted eye's of the future version of his current student, "Exactly how bad was your situation?" Reborn walked towards Tsunayoshi Sawada, a grim feeling settling inside him.

"On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst I've faced so far, of course," The man paused, coming up with a number. "Easily a ten."

Reborns chin lowered, causing his black and orange fedora to cast a shadow over his face. Even Lambo had become silent once recognizing the gloomy atmosphere.

"Of course, however, the current situation is the ten. Not necessarily the current fight I was in, that would probably be a six, but the situation in whole…" The Vongola's deeps eyes looked down at his previous tutor. "If I really was- am, as sick as you say, then I could be dead within a moments notice."

Lambo, having begun paying attention to the conversation at hand, left his mouth agape as he passed his Boss' words around in his head, trying to grasp the full meaning.

Reborn folded his arms and raised his head to return the stare with the man before him. "Seeing as you're not dead right now, though, it's safe to say that your past self is alive, for now."

In response, Adult-Tsuna nodded his head gravely, forcing himself to relax once again against the wall. All he had to do was wait a minute or two, and he would be thrown back into the fray.

"What's going on, Tsuna-san?" Lambo question, hopping onto the bed, his eyes round as disks and watering. "Is the world ending or somethin'?"

A grin crossed the Vongola's lips, but only for a second. "Not in the way you think, Lambo." He smiled at the child, hoping to ease the evident worry of his guardian. "But yes." The man's voice once again became serious. He then directed his words to his old home-tutor. "In six years time, a new Mafia family will come to power. However, they're not quite like Byakoran and his syndicate." He paused to stare down at his gloved hands. "This family has ruined the Vongolas name. Staining it, and dragging it through the mud." Both the cow-dressed child and the tuxedo wearing one hung onto every word the Tenth Vongola boss let come out of his mouth. They were being told something crucial, too important to be interrupted.

A door slammed shut downstairs before the sounds of a stampede made their way up the stairs.

"Boss!" Gokudera Hayato yelled as he burst into the room. "I came as quick as I could and-" Hayato sucked in a deep breath.

"Yo, Tsuna!" Yamamoto Takeshi followed his friend into the room. "Oh?"

Everyone sat or stood quietly and awkwardly, Gokudera and Yamamoto waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Reborn!" Adult-Tsuna called suddenly, putting his friends silent questions on -Tsuna grabbed the alarm clock from the bedside table, his jaw set tightly and his eyebrows furrowed deeply. "It's…" He swallowed. Everyone's eyes followed his gaze, an ominous feeling resting uncomfortably within the bedroom. They all understood. It had been over five minutes.

Haha welllll, that's all for today, folks. I know it's a super duper short chapter, but you've got to give me a break for the moment. It's been so long since I've written anything for this fanfiction that I've forgotten quite a few pointers for the story. So excuse me for a while as I reconstruct my story, once again. I'll be back ASAP.

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