"Please don't die Bianchi…please don't die…" Tsuna muttered in panic, trying to calm himself down as he approached the woman bleeding out on the floor. He kneeled next to her – how does he patch up wounds again? Ugh, if only Sakura was here!

Wait…who's Sakura?

A moment of confusion passed on his face, before he shook his head, turning to Fuuta, who held the bloody knife.

"Fuuta…what are you doing?!"

The boy didn't answer. Instead he walked up to him and tried to stab him. He quickly dodged – there was enough hesitation in the strike and he was surprisingly fast enough to avoid it.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you doing this?!" Tsuna demanded, backing away.

The boy still didn't answer. His eyes were blank.

"His mind is being controlled." Reborn said from his place watching over Bianchi.

"What…?" Has he dealt with mind control before? His mind was jumbled and panicked. He couldn't remember.

Of course! The one time I want to remember something, I can't! He thought bitterly, dodging another one of Fuuta's strikes. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep this up.

Mukuro laughed.

"Reborn!" He glanced back at the baby, trying to keep an eye on Fuuta and the knife. "What do I—ack!" He let out a cough as a whip wrapped around his neck, and he was dragged back towards Reborn, effectively choking him.

"I borrowed this whip from Dino earlier. Use it to fight."

The grip around his neck loosened, but he knew it would leave a bruise. With a grimace, he took the whip from him. He's never used a whip. As far as he could remember in his past life, a majority of the attacks he used were from a close distance. How the hell do you use a whip?!

"Kufufufu…" Mukuro had pure amusement written on his face. "What will you do now, Vongola Boss?"

Tsuna nearly jumped, suddenly remembering Mukuro was there.

If Mukuro was the one mind controlling Fuuta…

Then by defeating him, that would break it, right?

With a new resolve, he dodged another one of Fuuta's strikes and ran right for Mukuro.

Slight surprise showed on his face, and he smirked. "Oh? What a cute idea…thinking you can attack me…"

He ignored the boy's taunt and glanced back at Fuuta who was right behind him. "Don't come closer!" Glancing back at Mukuro, he gripped the whip. "I have no choice…"

He attacked with what he hoped was a firm swing – but the end of the whip ended up smacking his face and tangling his feet.

"Ow." He groaned, thoroughly embarrassed as Mukuro laughed above him.

"Kuhahaha! You surprise me, cute Boss, as always."

Did…he just call me cute?

"Oh, look, better watch your back…it's dangerous." He said cheerfully, before Tsuna could really think about what he just said.

"Wha…?" He glanced back, and saw Fuuta tangled up in the rope of the whip. Then, he noticed the knife had fallen beside him.

Before Fuuta could grab it, Tsuna quickly knocked it out of reach, blocking the boy's movements.

For the first time since coming into the room, Tsuna looked properly at Fuuta's eyes.

They were the same as Lanchia's.

…Fuuta's been controlled by Mukuro for who knows long. He must have felt the same guilt that man did – waking up out of the control only to find the people he's hurt…

Is it possible Mukuro has forced him to kill too?

He looked up and realized, in his distraction, Fuuta had grabbed the knife and came at him with it in hand. "F-Fuuta…!" He stared into his eyes, trying to convey compassion and honesty. "It's not your fault."

The boy paused. Tsuna nearly sighed in relief but he went on, ignoring the knife pointed just a few centimeters away from his face. "None of it is your fault." His voice was firm, perhaps a bit softer. "We're all still on your side. You don't have to worry just…come with us. Please?"

Fuuta's expression was in shock, before he flinched, holding his head like he was in pain.

"Fuuta?!"

"Tsu…" The boy glanced up, tears were welling in his eyes. "Tsuna-nii…" He choked out before falling to the ground, unconscious.

"Fuuta!" He went over to the boy, putting him on his back and starting to notice his nose and ears were starting to bleed. "No, no... I'm so sorry Fuuta…what do I do?" He asked softly, hating he had no medical experience.

He hated that he wished for a girl named Sakura to be here, even if he couldn't pin the name to a face.

"I believe he hasn't slept at all these past 10 days…" Mukuro suddenly spoke up, and he turned to him. He still sat, smirking as he lounged on his couch. Tsuna clenched his fists, wanting to walk over and punch him. It was because of him all this had happened after all.

Mukuro continued to talk, as if unaware of the near murderous thoughts Tsuna was having towards him. He told him of how he had come to Japan purely to find Tsuna, so they decided to use Fuuta and his list of strong fighters to try and flush them out.

"Our plan was a huge success." Mukuro smirked, obviously proud of himself. "The Vongola is standing before me, right now."

"How…how dare you…" Tsuna muttered.

"Hm?"

Tsuna turned, gritting his teeth as anger festered in his chest. He glared Mukuro down, the other boy seemed surprised, before licking his lips.

"Rokudou Mukuro…What the hell do you think people are?!"

"Toys…I suppose." He answered with a smirk

"You…I pity you." Tsuna announced with a glare. That just surprised Mukuro again, before his expression settled into amusement.

"Oh? You pity me?"

"Yes. I do. Humans have emotions. Humans aren't just…just puppets or playthings you can use to your will! And I pity you." He gripped the whip, starting to approach Mukuro with anger festering. "I fucking pity you for thinking so lowly of others! No one should go through manipulation like that!" With that, he ran the rest of his way, wanting to punch that amused smirk off the boy's face.

In the second he tried to use his whip, he somehow found himself behind Mukuro…

And covered head to toe in cuts.

"Ow." He muttered. He wasn't used to wounds in this life – well, yet. And in that life…for some reason he was sure he would have healed in a minute. But here the wounds stayed, bleeding and the red metallic liquid began to soak into his shirt.

"What's the matter?" Mukuro asked, tauntingly.

He turned to glare at him. "…what happened?"

Mukuro's eye was revealed to have purple Dying Will flames covering it – and he also apparently had the powers of the six paths of reincarnation.

…six paths…

Six Paths….

Why did that sound so familiar?

Why…did he have he feeling that he had the power of the Six Paths before?

"…why do you have that? You shouldn't have that. You can't use it." Tsuna muttered, memories were colliding as he tried to figure out why he knows this.

"Oh? I told you, my body—"

"No. That's wrong. To get the Six Paths you need…you need to be…" Tsuna faltered. You need to be what?

"Oh…you seem to know a bit about Six Paths. Why are you confused?"

He ignored Mukuro, squinting into the distance. Reality warped before his eyes, memories of war flashed in front of him. He…he had that power. It was different though. It wasn't the way Mukuro described. No…but then…how had he gotten it? Back then?

"Don't get distracted now." Mukuro chided him, breaking him out of his thoughts but…there was still a war going on in his head.

It didn't help when Mukuro used an illusion against him.

"I…the ground…is it normal?" Tsuna muttered, almost afraid to touch it. Maybe he should have accepted Bianchi's offer of rest earlier. Every time he blinked he thought he was in a war zone, surrounded by soldiers.

"Tsuna, get yourself together." Reborn slapped him.

He scowled. "Not fucking helping Pervy- Reborn." Now he was mixing them up…this was great. Just great.

Mukuro brought out snakes next.

It reminded him of a large snake in a forest with high trees. One that ate him-

"W-Wait, wait…I can't…slow down." Fuck, his memories were colliding in a haphazardly painful way. Mukuro was a danger but why did he see that snake bastard when he looked at him? He had to try and keep it together…

"Tsuna."

That voice wasn't Reborn's. Or Mukuro's.

This voice immediately made relief settle in his chest. He nearly choked out a sob as he spotted dark hair.

The snakes exploded under him.

"G-Gokudera! Hibari!" He cried out in excitement and pure relief. They both looked worse for wear, and Hibari dumped Gokudera to the side.

"We're even." He said firmly before heading over to Tsuna, bending down in front of him. Tsuna barely had time to chastise him for pushing Gokudera to the side when the boy suddenly put his hands on his cheeks. His hands were a bit rough but the familiar warmth was more than welcomed. "Tsuna. Focus."

"I'm trying, asshole." He muttered. He was so close. Too close. He wanted to hug him, to cry, he didn't know. But he wanted relief of this joy that sprouted in his chest seeing Hibari was alright.

They locked eyes for a moment.

And in that moment, Tsuna wondered if Hibari was going to kiss him.

The other boy, to his disappointment (not that he was hoping that much for a kiss…), only answered with a chuckle. "I'll take care of him. You sit here and try to calm down."

He pulled away a bit too soon. Tsuna tried to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks and his erratic heartbeat. He felt…far more grounded than he did earlier, at the very least.

"How…touching." Mukuro practically purred. Tsuna had nearly forgotten he was there. "I knew you had a weakness Hibari – who knew there was more than just one? Hm…perhaps I should have expected this. Vongola here was awfully worried earlier when he asked about you."

Hibari didn't even blink. He only narrowed his eyes. Despite his emotionless mask Tsuna could tell there was rage just under his skin. He looked and felt dangerous – matched with the blood, soot and dirt covering him it just amplified the obvious threat Hibari imposed.

"Are you ready to repent?" Hibari finally spoke, in a voice that sent a chill down Tsuna's spine.

"How frightening." Mukuro's lips curled up, amused. He didn't seem at all intimidated. "I know you'd like to avenge yourself and your boyfriend…but don't get in my way. I'm having fun with Vongola, and you shouldn't even be standing, should you? How many bones in your body have I broken?"

His voice was teasing. Tsuna's heart clenched. He expected that the blood was from someone he fought but it obviously wasn't. How hurt was Hibari?

How badly did Mukuro hurt him?

"Are those your final words?" Hibari's voice was sharp.

"Kufufufu…what interesting things you say." Mukuro merely laughed. "No choice then. Let's dispose of you first."

"H-Hibari! He uses Dying Will Flames!" He quickly warned him. He desperately wanted to fight but he knew he would be useless in this battle.

He glanced at him with a slight nod before they began their attack, so fast Tsuna couldn't follow it with his current skill level.

Wait…I'm supposed to be focusing… He closed his eyes. The sounds of battle faded into the distance. He trusted Hibari not to let him get hurt as he tried to ground himself further.

This was his reality. This was his life. He wasn't blonde. He didn't have blue eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he let out a gasp. Hibari was bleeding and surrounded by…cherry blossoms?

Wait…did he…have the disease…?

"Hibari!" He stood, ready to get him out of there at a moment's notice.

"Tenth, stop." Gokudera put a hand on his shoulder. When had he walked up next to him?

"But Gokudera," he immediately protested, "Hibari is…!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Gokudera practically shoved a prescription in his face. On the description was Doctor Shamal's name, along with how many tablets to take for the Sakura-kura disease. It seemed some was taken already.

The puzzle piece connected and Tsuna sighed in relief. Knowing now that the boy he cared for would be alright, he watched as Hibari gave a blow to Mukuro's chest, making him fall unconscious.

The Sakura blossoms began to disappear, and Tsuna jogged over. "Hibari! Are you alright?"

Hibari glanced at him, as if taking one final look to make sure he was ok…before falling over in a faint.

"H-Hibari!" Without hesitating, Tsuna went on his knees next to the boy. "Please be ok…" He turned Hibari onto his back, hovering over him. He hasn't really seen Hibari sleep before, despite the two of them sometimes sleeping in the same bed. The boy was very…pretty. Even when covered in dirt and blood he had this majestic feel to him.

Almost in a trance, Tsuna moved a hand towards Hibari's face. To cradle it? To brush away his bangs? He wasn't sure, since Reborn shocked him out of his trance.

"He's been fighting even through all those injuries…." Reborn was standing next to him. "It must have been vexing for him to lose that first time…considering his reasons for wanting to defeat Mukuro in the first place." Reborn glanced at him, but Tsuna looked away, trying to pretend he wasn't blushing.

Besides there was more to worry about. Hibari was definitely far more hurt than he was letting on and he felt worry and anger fester in his gut.

With a yelp, he suddenly remembered Bianchi and Fuuta was also injured. "Wait, we need to hurry and get everyone to the hospital!"

"Don't worry." Reborn answered. "The Vongola's best medical team is on their way here."

"That's good to know…"

"Wait, Gokudera…" Tsuna turned to the boy, suddenly guilty as he had focused mostly on Hibari as soon as they came in earlier, instead of his friend. The boy looked like he'd been through hell. "You should take it easy for a while. Sit down…"

"There's no need for a medical team."

They turned – Mukuro was sitting up, very much conscious and holding a gun right at them. "Because there will be no one left alive here." He smirked.

"Bastard!" Gokudera growled.

"Kufufufu…"

Tsuna shivered, suddenly getting a terrible feeling.

"Arrivederci." He spoke in Italian, and gave them a horrifyingly chilling smile.

The loud, but familiar sound of a gunshot rang out, and Mukuro slumped to the ground.

The feeling didn't go away. Even as Tsuna stared at his dead body, he just had a feeling this wasn't the end. That he hadn't just killed himself. No, he had threatened them before he did it…

"Guys…don't relax." Tsuna muttered.

"What's wrong, Tenth?" Gokudera frowned.

"…I have a really bad feeling." Tsuna's eyes didn't leave the dead body. An image of a long-haired man with snake-like features passed in his mind.

There was a sound behind them and they turned to see Bianchi starting to sit up.

While the other two greeted her, telling her to take it easy, Tsuna took a step back. There was something…off about her. Something eerily familiar about her facial expression.

"Gokudera! Don't get any closer!"

"Huh?"

He turned to Tsuna with a frown. "Tenth, it's just Sis."

"I...but…" He glanced at Bianchi and felt a shiver down his spine.

"What's wrong, Tsuna? Lend me your shoulder too…" Bianchi's expression was soft, but he took another step back.

I don't trust this.

He was proven right when Bianchi suddenly began attacking them.

"Rokudou Mukuro…" Tsuna glared at him through Bianchi.

Mukuro laughed, revealing himself through his eye on Bianchi's face. "And so, we meet again, Vongola."

Tsuna was forced to watch as Mukuro hopped bodies. From Bianchi, he went to Gokudera, and back to Bianchi…and then to Hibari.

"You better let him fucking go." Tsuna growled as Mukuro laughed.

"Ah, I would use this body…but he's quite broken…" Panic stabbed into his chest as he laughed again. "To think he could fight with this body…how frightening."

Before he could open his mouth to reply angrily, Hibari fell over and he was back to possessing both Gokudera and Bianchi. Then, he brought in Ken and Chikusa too.

Four people.

He was possessing four people at once.

And Tsuna felt absolutely helpless.

He was attacked in an endless barrage of the abilities of his friends and Mukuro's attacks, as well as illusions. Reborn was trying to help, but Tsuna couldn't help but doubt his ability to do much other than ward off the attacks for a short while.

Reborn was telling him he could surpass himself. That he could do something.

But how?!

This wasn't his past. He didn't have chakra. He wasn't a ninja. He was a kid who relied too much on everyone around him to solve his problems.

He was completely useless.

Mukuro was pushing the bodies too far. He admitted it. He had broken the bodies of his subordinates but he still kept moving.

What the hell did he think he was doing?

"Those…those are the bodies of your friends!" Tsuna ignored his pain as he stood up to glare at the Mukuro in Chikusa. "You can't just use them to your liking!" He gritted his teeth. "No one deserves to be used. No one deserves to live just to be a weapon for your selfish desires. No one." He looked up at him, ignoring the obvious surprise in his features. "Not even them. Not even you."

"…you seem to speak from experience, Vongola." Mukuro replied softly, from Bianchi's body. Softly, but thoughtfully. "You're interesting, Vongola…I have a proposition for you." He switched to Gokudera's body as he said this, smirking in a way that made Tsuna's skin crawl.

"…what?"

"As you can see…my possession is forcing your friends to move. And every second we drag on this fight…they lose more blood."

He bit his lip, tensing up as he realized he was right. Every second they stayed standing they were losing blood. At this rate they were surely going to die of blood loss in a couple of minutes.

"…what do you want?"

"I'll let go of your friends if you let me possess you."

"You…what? You want what?"

"Did you not hear me, Vongola?" Mukuro smirked. He hated the amusement on his face.

"N-No I heard you. You're just…going to make me choose? How fucking cruel can you be?" He asked with a glare, it only darkened when Mukuro laughed.

"Kufufufu I wouldn't stall if I were you Vongola…your friends are fading fast. You're the kind of person who would take a knife in your gut for some girl, right? Then…I would make my decision fast."

"I-I…" He couldn't accept, that would be giving Mukuro free reign of his body…free reign over the Vongola. He would be used as a weapon – at least he would have control over the decision this time…

"Are you hesitating?" Mukuro smirked.

"…you fucking asshole." Tsuna muttered under his breath. "You…you're so cruel. Throwing away people's feelings and lives like this? You aren't a ruler or some mythical being just because you have the Six Paths!" He growled. "Mukuro…I will defeat you."

I may not know how but I will.

Leon began to shine.

Not even 30 seconds later, Tsuna found himself with a pair of woolen gloved with 27 marked on them, along with a new bullet.

So of course, Reborn shot him.

And Tsuna was gifted with a new Dying Will.

The gloves changed and orange flames sprouted from his head and gloves. He glared Mukuro down, the power fueled him – it felt so familiar and warm.

He felt powerful.

"Mukuro…" He was unaware of the orange glow of his eyes as he glared, or how his voice changed into a scary calm. (Why did Sage Mode come into his mind?) "I will defeat you, even if I'm dying…I refuse to lose to someone like you!"

This new Dying Will was a rush that Tsuna hardly expected. For the first time in this life, he felt completely calm and sure in his capabilities. His strength felt new yet familiar, as if he had slipped back into his past body. He saw through the illusions easier, (he noticed now they tried to fight against his senses, which also seemed to be on overdrive) and Chikusa and Ken went down easily.

It was slightly harder to go against Bianchi and Gokudera. He fought not to hurt them, but instead protect their bodies from possible injuries. Reborn was talking behind him to Mukuro – something about how he awakened some Hyper Intuition. Made sense, actually.

Once Bianchi and Gokudera were officially unconscious, he turned to Mukuro.

It was time to end this. Once and for all.

Mukuro was a hard opponent.

He only knew this because he could gauge him against past lives (strange, how this mode seemed to make it easier for him to ground himself). Not to mention, there was quite a gap in their strength. Mukuro was obviously running not only on his power of the Six Paths, but the experience he's had fighting before.

But Tsuna knew he could be stronger.

In these next few minutes, he would be.

He called on his flames.

Fighting Mukuro became easier with every second and strangely, Mukuro seemed to be loving it. Loving the implications that it held if he managed to possess Tsuna. How he could easily accomplish his goal of "changing the ugly world" but first, attacking the mafia first.

Not like that would ever happen. Not like Tsuna would allow himself to be used for someone else's gain. Never. Again.

Besides, he was tired. He felt like he's heard this spiel of making the world a better place through blood and fear. Maybe because he has. He may not have the complete memories for it, but he was sure he's heard it more than once in the past.

Basically? He wasn't impressed.

He attacked. Mukuro attacked back. He underestimated his opponent a few times, used his flames…

And in the end, he purified the dark aura around Mukuro.

Or, at least, that's what Reborn said he did.

"It's over." Reborn announced, after a moment looking at Mukuro's body.

"…I…" Tsuna frowned as he let his flames dispel. "…Reborn, did I…did I kill him?" The fear came so suddenly. He didn't know how to control his power very well yet, and he knew he was very capable of killing someone.

And he didn't want to. Even if it was someone like Mukuro.

Reborn raised an eyebrow but, seeing the genuine worry on Tsuna's face, it seemed he decided to indulge him. He walked over to Mukuro's body and checked for a pulse.

A beat passed.

"He's fine. Just unconscious."

Tsuna sighed in relief. "Good…I really do pity him, though." Tsuna muttered, looking down at Mukuro. "He…feels like other people…who went down the wrong path. Who were wronged and decided the world needed to pay for it." Sadness crept into Tsuna's heart. "…I wish I could help him." He muttered. He was sure he could have done it in his past…but that wasn't him.

That wasn't Tsuna.