Most Vongola bosses didn't live to reach their fifties. Tsuna was well-aware of the fact when he finally accepted the title Decimo and began his reign. Nono was luckier than him in a sense; his grandfather had been on less turbulent times. However with the development of newer ways to cause destruction, Tsunayoshi Sawada had a lot on his plate.

So while everyone else was surprised – horrified, to learn that the Neo Vongola Primo was dead at thirty five – Tsuna felt relieved. His intuition had told him his time had come, and he had only seconds to process the information before a bullet pierced through his skull.

It was at least a clean way to go.

His guardians blamed themselves. Reborn had brought the news, walking unsteadily as he clutched his fedora to his chest, and while everyone pretended not to see, they could clearly see the hitman's hands shaking uncontrollably.

The whole manor had collapsed in chaos.

Tsuna had but only a young child with his wife, Kyoko. Even his mother didn't have gray hair yet.

It was not really anyone's fault. Death had its way of evading pesky alarms, and it had successfully fooled Yuni and Tsuna's hyper intuition.

It was supposed to be an easy mission.

Well, it was.

It was something he had undertaken because he was too bored from being stuck inside. The mission wasn't even on his to-do list.

And It wasn't as if anyone was actively plotting his murder.

Tsuna had even promised to buy some ice-cream for Lambo and I-pin on the way back. And maybe even a cup of espresso from his favorite café for Reborn.

There was not only the emotional struggle, but also the question of who would take the throne then. It could very well mean the end of Vongola with the youngest boss's untimely demise.

"Tsunayoshi-kun isn't dead,"

Said Byakuran, closing his eyes as he squashed a piece of marshmellow in between his fingers.

"What did you just say?" Gokudera snarled, marching up to him. Byakuran let himself be dragged up by the collar. The whole room watched them in pin drop silence.

"But you might… never see him again." Byakuran mumbled, opening his eyes. They seemed to be looking far, far away.

"Tsu-kun! Have another piece of omelette!"

"No mama. I'm fine." Tsuna said with a slight smile and pushed himself off of his chair, struggling a little because of his height. "Thank you for the meal." Nana huffed.

"You're a growing boy, Tsu-kun! You shouldn't be eating so less."

"Yes, yes." He nodded along, taking his tiny plate carefully to the sink and ran the tap. Washing the dish he placed it on the drying rack.

Tsuna wiped his hands on his shirt and turned to Nana. "Mama, I'm going to my room, okay? Let me know if you need something." With a nod from his mother he bounded up the stairs. Soon the door opened and shut softly.

"I wonder if I'm raising him wrong," Nana said to herself sadly, "Why does he act so quiet…? I really wished Tsu-kun would smile a little bit more."

Little did she know, her 'son' was actually her age despite being stuck in a tiny, defenseless body. Tsuna felt as after all those years he could finally see from Reborn's perspective. It was immensely frustrating, and not at all pleasant.

He wasn't happy to be given a new beginning.

He preffered dying to be a better alternative.

Initially when Tsuna found himself stuck in the body of an infant – immobile, helpless, frail and entirely on the mercy of the world, he considered throwing himself down the cot just to be out of the misery. However one look at Nana's happy face would make him reconsider his decisions.

Tsuna was utterly miserable, frustrated and distressed. Ten years of time had eased his pain somehow, but whenever he was alone he remembered the home he could never return to. He missed his baby boy, his wife, mama, his guardians and Reborn. Tsuna knew they blamed themselves for his death, and he wanted nothing more than to tell them he was okay.

In this world he also had a new development.

He had a brother.

A fourteen year old brother named Ieyoshi who absolutely adored him. Tsuna loved him too. It was an odd feeling to have a sibling – and it also signified this world's events would not run as his timeline did.

Tsuna was glad that Ieyoshi wasn't clumsy and useless as he was back then. The boy was athletic and smart, and brought a mini group of friends with him whenever he returned from school. Compared to him Tsuna liked spending his time indoors; by reading books or watching documentaries. Nana called him an 'old man' – a title that always made him laugh strangely.

Again. Tsuna thought, placing his book down and ran a hand over his forehead. He was breaking out in sweats. His stomach had been tingling oddly for the past couple of days. It churned grossly whenever he ate something and he wanted to throw up. Tsuna could almost say it was the hyper intuition returning save that he also ran a high fever. I thought I wasn't sick anymore.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Nana peeked through a moment later, worry shining on her features. "Tsu-kun! What's wrong? Oh no – your forehead is warm again!"

"It's nothing, mama!" Tsuna said quickly, waving her hand away. Nana paid no heed to him and forced a thermometer inside his mouth.

"Hush, Tsu-kun! I'm your mother. I know when you're sick." She chided him gently. The device read a temperature of 100 degrees. "Ah, thank goodness, it's not that high…"

"See? I told you. I'm fine."

"Hmm… Ah, Tsu-kun, I actually came here to show you something!" Nana said brightly.

Tsuna blinked. "What is it?" He asked curiously. In reply, Nana pulled out a previously-discarded leaflet and held it in front of him.

His blood ran cold at the sight.

"See, Tsu-kun! I found this in the mail-box this morning! It's an advert for a home tutor. I mean, both of you are good students, I know – but I bet Ie-kun can use a little bit more help. The tutor wants only a place to stay. It's such a great offer! Do you want to read with him, as well?"

Tsuna's mouth was dry. Blood rushed to his ears, making him feel lightheaded like the whole world around him was spinning. His heart was pounding so hard it was like he would have a heart attack.

"What… What did you just say?"