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"How is he doctor?" A young woman near thirties has asked to the doctor.
The doctor looked troubled looking at the results.
"He's fine. Like literally fine. No problems. He's very stable. But we don't know why he won't wake up. We're still investigating about that part and many doctors from other hospitals have helped but still no answers." The doctor answered.
"Mrs. Sawada, if you may think it's unbelievable but, I think he's just asleep and dreaming about something. Until that dream ends, he won't wake up. It seems impossible but that's how I feel. He just looks so peaceful like a sleeping person." The doctor suddenly said.
Mrs. Sawada, the mother of the young boy on the bed, wholeheartedly agreed.
"I have also thought of that, doctor. It's just a mother's instinct but it also feels that way...but it has been three years that he's sleeping. I can't help but worry..." she said.
"Don't worry Mrs. Sawada. I believe that there are miracles." The doctor encouraged her.
The mother smiled at the kind doctor.
"I'll be excusing myself now Mrs. Sawada. Just push that button if something happens." He said and point at the green button at the wall.
She nodded and sat at the chair beside the young boy's bed.
She carefully took his hand and clutched it gently.
"Tsu-kun...I wonder what kind of dream you're dreaming. I'm sure it's a great dream because you're looking peaceful. When you wake up, I hope you tell it to me sometimes." She said smiling at her son's face.
"I won't give up on you like how your father did...I would never..." she said.
Warm liquid slid down to her face, still holding the small and fragile hand and just looked at his clearly thin face but still looked peaceful and soft.
She had been waiting. Three years she still waited.
Her husband had given up after three months but she won't just easily give up on her child. She had been unmotherly to her own son before he fell into a coma. She had lacked in everything because of her depression having her older son taken away by his husband to Italy. She had ignored the silent pains of the younger.
"I'm sorry. Please give me a chance to be a good mother to you. Don't give up on me okay? Please wake up soon..." she had said while cupping her son's face.
She would do anything just to right her wrongs before. And when that time comes, she would do her best to become a good, no, great mother to her son.
After staying there for an hour crying, she had gone home to rest.
But after she had gone home, her son had given up on her.
A loud beep resonated within the room and doctors came rushing inside, trying to revive the kid, but it was impossible. The kid had given up.
The mother who had just rode the taxi home immediately went back to the hospital.
Three minutes have passed since the death of the child.
But she still didn't give up and said to not remove the monitors.
"He's still there!" Is what she has yelled.
Four minutes.
The doctors had tried to calm her down to take all of the monitors that had been his life source.
And five minutes, the straight beep had changed into small beats.
All doctors were dumbfounded, even the mother.
Five minutes dead and revived.
It was truly a miracle.
"Tsu-kun, you fought well. Thank you for not giving up. Thank you"
This time, the nurses calmed the crying mother who could not just stop crying in happiness and relief.
The doctors checked the miracle patient's vitals. It was all normal despite the dreaded death beep five minutes ago.
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Five minutes ago in another world...
BANG, BANG, BANG*
"I knew this would happen *hack, cough* I guess I'm dying...please a-at least keep my last r-request. And...my g-guardians. I-I'm sure they'll find you. Please, tell them. I'm s-sorry I—we can't see the fire, the fireworks together anymore." Tsuna let out a shaky breath. Then he smiled. "That's unless the afterlife h-have f-fireworks." He muttered out.
The Balestra boss looked at his weakened state. It somehow made him sick. Like he had something thrashing his insides.
"Hey...what's your name?" Tsuna asked. His eyelids were already closing dangerously. The moment he closes his eyes, he will be gone.
The Balestra boss paused for a second. "Raffaele, Raffaele Balestro." He said. Tsuna gave him a weakened smile. "You have a handsome name." He said and let himself succumb into the eternal slumber.
Raffaele, the Balestro boss, stared at the peacefully dead figure before him. He averted his attention from the cold body and barked out an order.
"Find the escapees and burn down this place immediately!!"
This was right, yes. It was right for the Vongola to fall. For the peace of the mafia world. That's what he convinced himself with.
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Floating. I was floating. I know the feeling of floating in the air after flying in the sky for how many times. I was floating, somewhere. Perhaps the afterlife.
I had died. I had died and I didn't know if my death were able to save my subordinates. Probably not. How I wish my words would have gotten to his heart and not hurt my family. Not hurt my guardians.
But then my guardians were strong. They won't just die right? No they wouldn't. They are stronger than me. They were stronger than me. I was only strong because I had them by my side, because we were one.
Tsuna opened his eyes he was in a dark abyss. He looked around the place, there no lights, no colors other than black, nothing at all. He was lonely. He was alone and he was lonely.
Where the heck am I? Just where in the world am I? Is this the afterlife? Just—just darkness? Nothing? Emptiness?
He let out a choked cry. He had nothing. No one.
"Hey."
Or maybe not.
"Sorry, sorry if my mindscape is empty and lonely and dark, scary."
Tsuna stared at the boy, he was sure it was a boy, maybe around five or six, if the boy could possibly be the same as he was when he was a child then he might be eight or nine years old. He didn't know.
"I'm in your mindscape? Why am I in your mindscape? Okay firstly, who are you kiddo?" Tsuna said. He just died and he didn't know where he was, he was lonely, he felt empty, and he's intruding inside someone else's mindscape when he's supposed to be in the afterlife.
"Oh, I thought that you would be more brighter...I think you know who I am." The boy said.
Tsuna refused to acknowledge the feeling bubbling inside of him. It was impossible and there is not a logical reason to why he might be in his own mindscape when he just died. How can his mindscape has a person who also have his own mindscape that might also have a person with its own mindscape? You get the picture? You know that picture that a man looks at the picture of a man looking at a picture and it just goes on. This was ridiculous.
"Come on, you're like 24. This kind of thing shouldn't be bizarre and ridiculously impossible if you had already traveled into the future, had adult people shrink into babies, and having some kind of superpowers that involves fire bending." The boy rolled his eyes.
"I don't remember my child self to be sassy. I'm not sassy, and I was never sassy." Tsuna said. The boy rolled his eyes again. Tsuna swore that some day, this kid would have his eyes stuck looking at a weird direction.
"Well I didn't exactly say that, I am you. Well hypothetically yes but also no because you actually come from a different dimension, and you just crossed the border to cross over to the afterlife and I just had to pull you so that you won't cross over." The boy said.
"And why is the world would you do that?! I mean, I wanted peace!" Tsuna looked at him unbelievably. But the kid just gave him the judging eye. Damn this kid dared to judge him—
"You sure you wanted to cross? It seemed like you didn't want to. And I also needed help and I thought that it maybe won't hurt to try this thing that I'm thinking." The boy said.
Okay, Tsuna was totally not a person who says no when he's asked to do a favor. And that is totally happening right now. "Oh my god. No. This is not happening." Tsuna breathed out. "Yes, it's happening. I'm sorry, I had to. I had no choice at all. I'm really really sorry." The kid said.
Tsuna took a few deep breaths and faced the kid who uncannily looked like him. Well he's technically him but he's not.
"What should I call you?" Tsuna asked. The boy gave him a grateful smile. "Just tell me what to call you and let's get this over with." Oh the former Vongola boss was tired. He felt empty and lonely and now a problem. Why can't problems leave him alone even after he died?
"Call me Yoshi, and I'll be calling you Tsuna. And just to say to you, I might look like I'm five or six but I'm actually fourteen. I'll start explaining to you why so no questions for now." The kid, or the teen, Yoshi said.
Great, why can't he just grow in a normal speed pace? Gosh, why did his father have to seal up his flames and make him into a mess and give him a messier future?