The stench of blood filled Tsuna's nose. It engulfed his senses and he choked on the sickly sweet scent. Around him, bodies lay strewn like children's dolls. His stomach churned at the sight and he fought the urge to throw up, however something inside of him was slowly awakening. The blood on his hands and face seemed to sear his flesh and he felt goos-bumps rise on his arms.
An unfamiliar feeling crept up into throat and bubbled out as a giggle. Was he going mad? It rose again and once more the maniacal laughter split the deathly silence. His eyes widened at his own reaction. What the hell was wrong with him? Then the euphoria overcame him once more and he forgot all reservations.
This is what he had been born to do. To feel singed flesh under his hands - to steal the life from frightened eyes and revel in the dying screams that he caused. To him, they were masterfully created symphonies. His victims plea's would infect his ears, however they would never manage to stir his heart.
Why had he fought so hard against the idea of becoming part of the mafia? He wanted - no - needed more. Slowly, a bloodthirsty grin stole over his expression. Well if Reborn wanted him to fulfill his 'duty' to the Vongola, then perhaps he would comply. After all, as the child had stated so many times before - it was his destiny.