AN: ...I have an excuse. My ELA teacher made me and my class write a 2-10 page story without even teaching us (You know the drafts, the editing etc.). I wrote 6 pages. Then my internet connection sorta went down and it sucked! Anyway, this chapter is the shortest chapter yet in this story, but still read it please. It's one of the most important parts. Check out the poll, currently Reborn is in the lead.

Beta: The Dark Crimson Blood (She's AWESOME XD)

EDIT/REWRITE: May 10th, 2013. End of Rewrite.

Chapter 10: Dreams of Death

It's been so long, that Tsuna had forgotten about the dreams. By the time he had remembered, it had been too late. He had already spiraled into the world of madness that was his memories of his past lifetimes.

Shortly after Gokudera's explanation of what a fire alarm is(Which apparently was this bell-thingy that sounded when there was a fire)and all that, they both decided mutually it was time to hit the haystack.

A gigantic library fire tended to tire you out very fast apparently. The brain boggling explanation afterwards didn't help, either. He still didn't know what a ping pong ball was!

They had both grabbed a infirmary bed, pulled the covers over themselves, and fell asleep. In his exhaustion, he had been taken by surprise. He would later smack himself with a baseball bat at his own idiocy.

~*Dream*~

Screams. Then loud crashes, the sound of breaking metals. Blazing fire falling down from the sky, sending hundreds into the dark fiery death that resembled their christian hell so much. There was sobbing and wails as men and woman, child and elderly, fell to the onslaught of the bombs.

Buildings, once tall and proud, were bent and broken on the ground; a sad reminder of a once majestic city. A little boy, no older than 6, layed half buried under one of the buildings. Blood poured from his legs and head like a endless lake. A blood red lake. The boy was crying, tears streaming down his pale cheeks, and screaming for help.

No help came. The ground, once brown and fertile with life, was stained red. All across the holy earth were bodies, of the dead and the dying. Limbs and half burned bodies, man and woman, black and white. In this bloody massacre, death was the people's only mercy from the fate that awaited them.

. Another bomb fell, a harsh rhythm of death, despite the fact that there was no man left standing. Bomb after bomb fell, until there was nothing but silence. No one was alive, with no one to mourn the fallen. The brave courageous dead left to rot.

With the silence, came a boy with eyes the color of lava, no older than 15. His eyes wide and broken with horror as he stared at the scene. A choked whimper escaped from his throat as he approach the fallen, another boy with hair the color of flame close behind him.

Looking around desperately, the lava eyed boy cried silent tears as he hoped for survivors. Leaning down to check the body of a young 8 year old girl, he moved her so she was facing him.

A strangled sound emerged from his throat, as he locked eyes on her glassy, lifeless blue eyes, staring upwards, innocently unaware of the fact that her once white summer dress was stained red with her own life blood.

Staring into the dead girl's eyes, the boy touched her pale cheek with a shaking hand as tears trailed down his cheeks like endless rivers. Lifting his hand to his face, he saw if was stained red. Red like roses, like the burning sunset. Red like blood. The boy screamed.

The other boy was suddenly besides him, with hair as red as the blood that stained the dead girl's dress and a face marked with flame, hugging him and whispering gentle words in his ears.

" Giotto, Giotto, it's going to be all right, it's going to be all right..."

And the screaming boy was sobbing. Sobbing because the girl was dead. Because every single person in this damned city was dead, burned alive and slaughtered like cattle. Nobody care. No one would ever know about the people of this small, nameless sobs soon collapse to a horrifying laugh, even as tears slipped out of the boy's broken eyes.

Another scene. The boy, the one who owned the inhuman lava colored eyes, was bound to a wooden cross. He looked much older, his face streaked with tears. Iron nails were drilled into the palms of his hands. Silent tears streamed down the man's face as a crowd yelled for his death.

"Death to the devil's spawn!"

"Traitor to your kin!"

"Burn in hell, Demon!"

A torch was held in his sight, a burning flame flickering. A dark man was there, holding the torch to the cross he was bound to. The flame flickered once, before hell started for the poor young man.

It climbed up and down the cross, turning it to a blazing inferno of pain. The lava eyed boy was screaming, screaming as flames licked the soles of his feet, and they climbed up to his arms and throat.

Burning images into his body, the boy though he would die; burnt alive on the cross, the flames continued their torment. All the while, the crowd cheered. But then there was relief. A splash of something cold, yells of protest, and his body was cradled by a familiar redhead. Distantly, he heard familiar enraged voices shouting at the crowd.

Sudden he was somewhere else. The boy was talking to someone, hidden by the shadows so that only a pair of burning reddish brown eyes were visible. The boy looked tired, and older than ever.

Sudden there was the sound of a gun cocking. The gun, a Beretta U22 Neos, was pointed at the back of the head of the lava eyed boy. The boy frozed, feeling the cool metal of the gun against his head. He shouted something. The hidden man shouted something back.

There was an agreement, and there was damnation. When he walked out, he was met with the frustrated grieving voice of a certain redhead.

~*Dream Ended*~

As his eyes opened to the darkness of the infirmary, Tsuna vaguely heard the soft breathing of Gokudera in the bed across from him. Snuggled in bed, Tsuna felt the prickles of fear from his dream melt away.

Getting up from his warm covers, Tsuna crept to Gokudera's bedside. Staring at the innocent boy's face, Tsuna was reminded of a certain man.

The man in question had been nearly identical to Gokudera. Heck, he could pass as an older brother of him. He had the same hairstyle as Gokudera except for the fact that he had bangs. His hair had been a reddish shade, that was often mistaken for pink much to the man's chagrin, and so had been his eyes, a piercing crimson lined with scarlet. A tattoo of flames adorn the right side of his face. Besides that, he had been an exact carbon copy of Gokudera

"I wonder...If you're proud of your descendent...G" he whispered quietly into the darkness of the infirmary. "He looks and acts so much like you..."

After watching for a while, Tsuna left the infirmary to look around the headquarters. Almost immediately he bumped into someone.

Yelping, he nearly fell over before a strong tan hand grabbed him just in time.

"Gomen, Are you okay?"

Looking up, Tsuna was greeting by the image of a young boy the same age as Gokudera. He had a head of short black hair that looked brown in the light of the headquarters and a pair of golden brown eyes. A happy smile decorated the boy's asian-looking face.

He was wearing a white shirt underneath a long sleeved blue button up shirt that was had a button unbuttoned at the top and bottom. He also wore a pair of jeans held up by a black buckled belt. His feet were clad with a pair of red tennis shoes.

"I'm fine."

"Well nice to meet you! My name is Yamamoto Takeshi."

Oh by Gaia's name, why are their descendents carbon copies of them. Did they clone themselves are something? thought Tsuna in exasperation. How many of them breed anyway?...

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