Tsuna POV

"You can't be serious…" Gokudera-kun says, his eyes wide as he stares at Yamamoto. "If it's in the enemy's hands, we'll be in serious trouble. If our theories are true, then we're definitely screwed now."

I crouch down and drop my head into my hands. "What are we going to do? In a matter of time, we're going to die." This can't be happening. After all the fighting we've done to keep ourselves and each other alive, we're going to die so easily at the hands of these maniacs? I don't see how this can even be possible. It just can't be!

Onii-san steps forward and closes his eyes. "If it's true that the ring is with the enemy, then we should probably make some sort of strategy to find the enemy's headquarters and take back what rightfully belongs to Yamamoto." I nod. Onii-san was being very logical. It's astounding how people think in times of crisis.

"But, how are we going to find the enemy? We don't even have a clue as to where the location is." Yamamoto asks.

Silence fills the air for a couple moments until Gokudera-kun speaks up, "What if we combined our flames to help track down their location?"

"That's a good idea. We need to have teamwork. A group never succeeds if they can't work together," the baseball star comments, showing his first smile since entering this strange new world.

With some miserable grunts and a few bumps given by Mukuro and Hibari, we release Dying Will flames from their rings, except for Yamamoto. He stands in the middle of our loose circle as the flames swirl above us and collide. For a moment, I think I see the same patterns from when we first came to this world, but it quickly disappears. And in its place is an arrow pointing north.

"North it is then," I say and then we break formation. And even then, the arrow remains, guiding as we take our first steps to ending this nightmare.

Third POV

Satoshi looks below him as he watches his illusions do all the chores: cooking, cleaning, and such. What was the point of doing it all yourself if you could just make something do it? Though, there are some disadvantages to being an illusionist. He's always relied on the illusions to do everything, so he never gets out and does anything. He's alone and at the point, he'll never find anybody.

In this hand, he squeezes the ring. "Darkness overwhelms me." Seven feet away from him stands a mirror, which turns black. "No human will ever want me. The devil has its claws in me." The lights begin to flicker, but the illusions don't halt. After all, they aren't real. They don't have that human curiosity that'll make them stop and wonder what in the world is going on.

This is Satoshi's world. It's only supported by these things he creates, not finds. So, why is it that he's not going to go along with this plan? If he were to truly help, he'd be the king of a million fine, young ladies. So, why choose this side? The grip on the ring becomes tighter and the illusions fade suddenly, causing things to drop in an instant.

"What am I doing with my life?" Looking up, Satoshi watches as raindrops fall upon the glass roof. Before you know it, everything could cease to exist.

The Vongola group continues to follow the arrow until they reach a fancy mansion. The moment it came into their sights, the arrow disappears and everybody approaches the large home. Inside they will find the Rain Vongola ring and with that, they'll finally be able to escape.

They carefully make their way inside and scan the area. Before them are brooms, dustpans, broken plates, and more cluttering the floor. What had happened? Did the maids and butlers all leave in a panic? What's going on?

Then, as they are looking around, a figure with red hair drifts down and softly lands on the ground level where the group is. They notice him quickly and ready themselves for an attack. The red head, Satoshi, takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "Don't worry. I'm here to screw with you like the others. Because, well, I am different."

Inside Tsuna, there is a feeling that this man was telling the truth. But, how could he be sure? Beside him, Gokudera asks, "How the hell are you any different from the others? I know you are one of them. You kidnapped Juudaime and I."

"That is a good question and I am willing to answer," Satoshi says and then opens his hand, showing the ring. "Though, I'd rather just go down the road of proof. If I gave this to you all, would this be proof that I'm not actually like them?"

The group looks to Tsuna, who instantly freezes up at the turn of attention. But, inside his mind, he analyzes the situation. This man was freely offering to give the last piece of the puzzle, their trust being the only thing he earns in the whole thing. Is that really bad? So after a couple minutes, Tsuna nods and holds out his hand. "We will trust you. But, if you don't mind, could you also help us solve the situation we're in? I think without answers, we'll be forever lost."

"It's actually simpler than you'd think, but sure. I wouldn't mind. That'd just make the chances of you all succeeding more likely." Satoshi approaches them slowly, causing the Guardians to all take a defensive stance. But despite this, the red head continues his walk to them without any hesitation. Once a couple steps from Tsuna and the Guardians, Satoshi extends the hand with the ring in it and drops it into the Yamamoto's hand, who had stretched out his arm to receive it in place of his boss. And then the second it touches his skin, everybody's eyes widen and vision plays in their mind…

"Good evening, Satoshi."

Satoshi looks up from the comic he's reading, his eyes resting on a tall man in a black suit, looking quite professional with his black hair slicked back. He had an air of power and fortune. One wouldn't expect him to be associating with Satoshi, a boy with messy red hair and such casual attire.

"Hey, Hisaishi-san. How has life been treating you?" Satoshi sat the comic down and relaxed in his chair, his eyes trained on Hisaishi as the man took the seat across from him.

"Quite well. But you know, I've been having a desire for…something more. This mundane life doesn't seem to satisfy me anymore."

"What do you mean?" As the reply leaves Satoshi's mouth, Hisaishi seems happy for the response. He obviously wanted the younger boy to ask about it.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we should gather some people like us and search for a power can give us something new into our lives. I mean, imagine if there were people in this world that just by destroying them, you can make what is their own into ours. I mean, obviously the weak will fall, but that's life for you. Only the strong can survive." Hisaishi's fingers wrap around the glass of water Satoshi had on the table and within a few seconds, the glass shattered into a million pieces. But, it had appeared as if no strength was put into it.

Satoshi remains silent for a second and then asks, "How do you suppose being able to create illusions will help us gain new strength from the weak?" Then, seeing through the illusion Hisaishi put up, the glass appeared once more on the table, unharmed.

"Well, I figured that if we can find some genuinely strong illusionists, we can somehow even create a new universe to store our victims in and eventually take their lives."

"You sound a bit like a rapist/psycho-killer."

Hisaishi gives a hearty laugh and then nods. "It certainly sounds that way, but I assure you that out of that description, the only thing close enough to describe me is the killer part. So, my dear brother, are you going to be a part of this plan?"

Silence consumes them as Satoshi thinks things over and then he shrugs, picking up his comic once more. "Why not? I'm bored and would like something fun to do."

The vision fades away and the Vongola stand there in silence as they let what they saw sink in. And then as if a wave in the ocean comes crashing onto the beach…

"So, you are the BROTHER of the leader of this psychotic plan? And you COMPLETELY AGREED to this whole thing? What makes you think we should trust you when knowing this now?" Gokudera yells out, his statement coming through the chatter better than the rest.

"Technically, Hisaishi and I are foster brothers. Our blood is not the same, but when we were younger, we discovered together that we could conjure illusions and often used it for our advantage. And yes, I agreed with it because I was bored and needed something new. But now, after gathering you all here, I've grown tired of all of this and I can see how this is changing my brother. Despite saying how this is all to get more power for us all, it's only for himself. And honestly, he's grown to be a psycho. He needs to be stopped."

"But, how can we stop him? And is it possible that you can help?" Tsuna asks, desperation in his eyes.

"I can only help you in one way: by guiding you and telling you what you must do. See, my powers aren't very effective against Hisaishi-san and once upon time, your flames weren't either. But now since you have your special items, you can take him on."

"But…" Chrome begins, sensing there is more.

"You'll have to defeat my comrades and I." Satoshi takes up a fighting stance, his expression sad as he stares at them. "Even though I want to help you reach my brother, I'm still a part of this and I must be taken care of."

"But, Satoshi-san…" Tsuna starts, worried for their seemingly-good enemy.

The teen shakes his head and smiles. "Just take me on and find the rest. It's what is for the best."

A tense silence fills the room and then the tenth boss nods. In seconds, he's in Hyper Dying Will mode and flying at Satoshi. The red head's eyes close at the last second before a flaming fist hits in the cheek. I wish I would have been able to see all of this coming.

As Satoshi's unconscious body hits the floor, Tsuna and his Guardians run past him, making their way deeper into the mansion.

Hisaishi's head rises up, away from Ganta who was giving a report on the current situation. "Do you sense that, Ganta?" Hisaishi asks, interrupting the older man. "Those children are now inside the mansion and they've defeated Satoshi."

Ganta's eyes narrow. "Well, that is no good. This plan needs to be a success." He turns away from Hisaishi and bangs his cane on the ground twice, causing him to start fading away. "I need the power so my daughter will be safe."

The group runs down the halls, looking in each and every single room for any of the enemies. They were starting to get desperate. What were their families thinking right now about their disappearances? They were surely worried. Then again, how much of a time gap was there between Tsuna's disappearance and now? There would surely be a lot since time kept moving when Mukuro was taken. Vindice was probably having a field day with this situation. This thought sent a chill down Tsuna's spine.

As they were approaching the end of the eleventh hall they were in, Ryohei stops in front of a door, causing the others to halt and look inside. There, on the floor in a heap, was the man with the orange hair and brown shirt. Slowly, the Guardians all enter the room, surrounding the man.

After a few seconds, Yamamoto asks, "Could it be that he's already been defeated?"

"Maybe, but we should make sure," Tsuna says while in Hyper Dying Will mode. After a moment, he appears beside the body and presses his index and middle finger to his neck. He finds a pulse, but then he is pulled into another vision, along with everybody else.

The day was looking a bit dull with only a few events to look forward to: a meeting with an impressive lawyer and a romantic date with his girlfriend, Moe. Moe, such a beautiful girl with a wonderful personality. She was one of those people you'd see helping random strangers all the time for no reward. So, how is it that Daisuke got this lucky? Well, that's easy. He used illusions.

Illusions…they've been his best friends for as long as he could remember. And now with society, he uses them to make himself look as if he isn't the criminal he's grown up to be. With them, he holds no regrets about what has happened. But, it does make him sad. He fears his true so much that he hides behind his mask and nobody can ever see his true self. Why does life have to be that difficult?

A sigh escapes Daisuke's lips as he stares out his window. Hopefully the lawyer arrives soon. He's tired of all these depressing thoughts.

And as he thinks this, the doorbell rings and he jumps out his seat, reaching the door and smiles at his guest. "Good afternoon, Hisaishi-san. Come on in."

There in front of him stands Hisaishi, who smiles lightly. "Thank you." He steps in and after removing his shoes, Daisuke leads him to the kitchen where they take their seats at the table. After getting settled, Hisaishi asks, "So, what can I do for you today, Fuwa-san?"

"I was wondering if maybe we could go ahead and start writing my will. I want to be prepared for whatever happens."

"But, aren't you without children, Fuwa-san? Who are you going to leave everything to?" Hisaishi looks at his client in curiosity, wondering what response he will receive.

Daisuke thinks about it for a second and then says, "I'll probably leave things to my girlfriend and you. You two are the only ones that know me well enough to deserve all I've got."

Hisaishi nods, but then places his pen down and sighs. "Why don't we drop all of this that is filling the air?"

"What do you mean?" Daisuke asks, confused as to what his lawyer is randomly spewing as they create his will.

"Drop the illusions. I know you're an illusionist." As Daisuke stands up to take action just in case, Hisaishi waves his hands furiously. "Daisuke, you don't need to worry. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to discuss about these powers with you."

A moment passes as Daisuke observes his lawyer, before he sits down and drops the illusions, revealing his true self. And with it, his speech changes. "Che, man. I've never met anybody that could see that wasn't the true me. I really hate having to be untrue like that, but how could I ever reveal to the world that among them walks a terrible person." Reaching into his pockets, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. After lighting one, he takes a drag and blows out. "So, what about my powers do we need to discuss?"

"Well, I need you in on a little plan…"

The vision ends and everybody is pulled back into their current reality. On the floor, Daisuke stills lies, his breathing calm and collected. He must be sleeping, but from their observations, he appears to be defeated.

"Let's move on. We need to hurry and return to everybody," Tsuna says and everybody nods in agreement, following him back into the halls to find the last two illusionists: Ganta and Sunny.

"Caw, caw. Well, what do we have here? Looks to be some weak children trying to find trouble," Sunny says, a creepy grin taking over his face. In his hands appear a couple knives, which he starts to expertly juggle. "What do you suppose we do, Ganta? Personally I think we should just slit their throats, but Hisaishi-sama wants them alive."

"They must stay alive until the ritual is performed," Ganta states in monotone. "There will not be any slitting throats beforehand. This plan must succeed. I will not let there be any disturbances." Suddenly, the old man's cane burst into flames and surrounds him. His thin hair swirls as the fire spins around him, burning the edges but not harming him. The Guardians and Tsuna try to protect themselves from the stray sparks as the fire spins faster and faster.

"Are you sure you don't want to have some fun with these toys? I can think of some very creative things that will not kill them, but will certainly harm them. Caw, caw, caw." Sunny's eyes begin to gleam with all the possibilities.

The fire halts and gathers in front of Ganta, making a sort of barrier. "No. Our only duty for now is to knock them out and take them to Hisaishi-sama. And if harming them is a must, then okay. We will resort to it. But for now…" As the words escape, the fire gathers together and creates a ball of flames. "We'll try without harming." The ball suddenly goes flying at the Vongola, who all jump out of the way. It continues going and crashes into the wall inside the room. The blow ends up being so strong and causes the wall to collapse, crushing Daisuke as he sleeps.

The eyes of the Vongola widen. So, this was how far this group would go. They would even crush a comrade that was committed to their side. What type of thing is that? It's terrible in their eyes.

"Those surprised expressions…" Sunny says, licking his lips slowly. "I love them. I just want to eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Suddenly, before Ganta can stop him, the lunatic rushes forward, a crazy look in his eyes and his hair flying everywhere. As he gets closer, the hair extends and reaches out to the Guardians, wrapping around Tsuna and pulling the young boy to him. As soon as their chests are touching, Sunny sticks out his tongue and licks Tsuna's neck. "Such a boring taste, but I know what awaits me is greatness."

As Sunny gets ready to take a bite, the fireball comes flying from the room and collides into him, pushing him away from Tsuna and into another wall. The flames proceed to engulf the man and scent of flesh fills the air in seconds, as does Sunny's screams. After two long seconds of being on fire, the flames disappear from his body and the ball returns to Ganta, who is shaking his head. "Boy, since day one, I knew you had no restraint. But this…this is ridiculous. I should have let you burn to death. It's what you deserve. But instead, I'll let you die, suffering from those terrible burns."

From the floor, Sunny tries to speak, but all that comes out are croaks. The Vongola look on in pity, but then quickly return their attention to Ganta, who is now focusing on them.

"So, will you come quietly or must I use force?" Beside him, the fireball looks fierce and dangerous. It makes it hard to say no, but Tsuna shakes his head. "Fine then. You forced me to do this." Without any more warning than that, the ball goes falling at Tsuna and the young boss, now in Hyper Dying Will mode, blocks the fireball with his gloves that are covered with Sky flames.

"I will not let you harm my friends and we will return to the real world," Tsuna grits out and in seconds, the fireball freezes over and he rushes at Ganta, giving him an uppercut. The old man falls backwards and his eyes flutter a little before he mutters, "I can't let myself be defeated yet. I must make this plan succeed."

"Too bad I won't let you. Ever," Tsuna says as the Guardians gather around and Ganta's eyes close. Tsuna looks over at Yamamoto and Gokudera, making a gesture to Sunny eight feet away. "Go over there and make sure he's still alive. Even though they're the enemy, I would prefer if nobody dies." They nod and approach the crazy man, proceeding to check if he is breathing. After confirming he was living, they get pulled into two visions, what they assume would be Ganta and Sunny's meetings with Hisaishi.

Inside a large hospital in downtown Tokyo was a young, frail woman lying on a hospital bed, looking to be close to death. Beside her, sitting in a chair, was the old man, Ganta. He looks at the woman with sad eyes. "Momoka, I used to tell you that I was meant to go before you. You shouldn't be leaving this old man to himself." A tear slips from his eye, which he quickly wipes away after a knock echoes on the door. "Come in."

The door opens and reveals Hisaishi, wearing his usual suit. "Good afternoon, sir. I know you don't know who I am, but please let me introduce myself. I am known as Hisaishi and I've come to discuss some very important topics with you."

"Like what? Whether my daughter should be cremated or buried? I'm sorry, but I don't think you should be here." Ganta turns away from the man and looks down at his daughter. Why do people come around like this? He's already seen three of these guys today and he's become sick of them. He wants to just try and enjoy this time with Momoka when he can.

"It does have to do with your daughter, but it's a bit different than that." Ganta listens as the door closes and this man, Hisaishi, pulls up a chair beside him and says nine magic words. "I know of a way to save your daughter."

Ganta turns to the man and says with tears in his eyes, "Begin."

"I'm bored~~~~~," says a tired-looking Sunny as his brother, Daisy, rubs his feet. "I wish there was something new to do. My current toys are so old."

"Ni-sama, if you wish, you can tie me to the wall and throw darts at me. I'm immortal after all," Daisy says, a pout on his face.

"I've did that so many times already. I need a new game and honestly, all of you aren't good enough for whatever I need." Suddenly, he kicks his brother in the face and Daisy falls to the ground, unconscious. Sunny giggles a little and begins twirling a strand of Daisy's green hair around his finger before manifesting a knife and sliding it across his brother's neck, watching the blood spill onto the floor. "Even your blood is boring."

"I have a new game you can play."

Sunny's eyes widen and he turns to see a man in a nice suit, smiling at him. "Really? What is this game and how do I benefit from it?"

"Well, there are many details about this game that will be discussed once all of our comrades are together. But I assure you that your boredom will be cured. What do you say?" The man continues to smile as he stares at Sunny.

"Caw, caw, caw. Why not? Anything is better than these bums." And with that, Sunny walks out the door with a man he's never met before.

Tsuna and the group return from the visions and begin to run deeper into the mansion as Tsuna yells, "We need to find him, guys! Before it's too late!"

"But what if we're just walking into a trap?" Chrome asks, her trident positioned so she ready for whatever is thrown at her.

"Well, we'll just have to take that risk."

Inside a large room, enjoying a cup of tea and sitting comfortably in a black velvet chair, Hisaishi watches the Vongola group via security cameras. Taking a sip of the tea, he mutters, "Those stupid followers of mine and even my own brother. This is proving to be a difficult day. But at least those buffoons are out of the way so I can just absorb the power myself. After all, the preparations were started fifty minutes ago and only ten minutes remain." Grinning, he takes another sip and then smashes the porcelain to the ground. "Let the new universe and my rule begin!"

As the group runs up and down halls, Tsuna yells back at the illusionists in the group. "Is there any way you can somehow sense where this guy is? This place is huge and we can't just waste time like this!"

"There is a possibility that we can combine our powers to find him, but it's very unlikely, Vongola," Mukuro says, still checking room like everybody else.

"Well, it's all we've got aside from searching this whole place." They all halt and watch as Chrome and Mukuro join hands. Chrome blushes as they do this, but in seconds, their faces go blank and they are engulfed with the indigo flames they possess. The whole thing lasts for about thirty seconds before they let go of each other's hands.

"Hisaishi isn't very far from here. He's just a couple hallways away in a room with double doors," Mukuro says.

"Let's get going then." With that, they rush through that hallway and eventually reach the correct one where they spot the double doors Mukuro spoke of. Their steps become desperate as they approach the doors and open them. Behind them, the man they've been seeing in the visions appears, sitting in a chair and smiling at them.

He stands up and says, "You've arrived just in time. The main event is about to begin in two minutes. I know you all don't want to miss that. Especially since you all are the feature presentation." Suddenly, vines shoot from out of nowhere and wrap around each of them, pulling them into the room and holding them up in the air. "Boy, I'll tell you what. I'm very excited for this. Once you're all sacrificed, I will have the power of a million gods. Isn't that great?"

As the Guardians and Tsuna all struggle against the vines, Gokudera yells out, "The hell it's not! And you better not fucking hurt Juudaime! Kill me, not him!"

"Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna yells, not really happy with Gokudera's last sentence.

"This is such a loving scene, but I have no time for it. Because, now your powers will be mine." A loud beep goes off and eight clear tubes appear, each one approaching different Guardians. Once within reach, the vines let go of whom it's holding and they fall in, sealing them in seconds before they have a chance to get out.

"That there thing you are in will be what sucks out all of your power." Hisaishi walks to the middle of the room where a glass ball on a pedestal stands. He places his hand on the cool glass and sighs. "This is where I am sucking up your energy now. How does it feel, young Vongola family? I'm sure it's more than desirable since you're going to be seeing the end of your pitiful lives soon." He then laughs and looks up at his victims. It's such a beautiful scene to his eyes.

Tsuna and his Guardians all look to each other and nod. If you looked closely, you'd notice that they were fading away. But Hisaishi couldn't see this and even has his guard down. Suddenly, a figure flies in through from the hallway and slams into Hisaishi, knocking him into another wall. The figure goes after Hisaishi again and grabs him by the neck, holding him done. The figure, who happens to be Tsuna, says, "This is where you'll be stopped, Hisaishi." In from the hallway rushes the Guardians, who approach Tsuna and Hisaishi. "Now, tell us. Why did you want to kill us and have a bunch of power?"

"Well, isn't it better to be a supreme leader and not have to listen to anybody rather than being some lawyer? Look at you. You're going to be a mafia boss. That is better than being a lawyer. You have higher power, so you wouldn't understand what this is like."

"To me, I'd rather not have all this power. I'd rather just be a normal middle-school with friends and family. But if it's my destiny, I will try and accept." With that, Tsuna punches Hisaishi in the back of the head, effectively knocking him out. With a sigh, Tsuna turns to his friends and asks, "So how do you suppose this is going to work?"

But before anybody could say a thing, Tsuna and his Guardians find themselves in that realm once more with the swirling colors and they are now holding hands. Now, they were going upwards and they could swear they could feel all of the torture they've suffered just fade away into nothingness. What was going to happen now? Would Satoshi be okay, being left in that terrible world? One could only hope.

The group lands on the ground outside of the middle school just as the bell rings for school to be out. They all stand up and in their typical style, Hibari and Mukuro walk away in opposite directions. Then, as Tsuna turns to his friends, something hits him from the back and he falls to the ground. "Oi, Dame-Tsuna. Where were you these last two hours?" a familiar voice asks.

"Two hours?" He could have sworn that they were gone much longer than that. Maybe by leaving they made the time in the real world change? Either way, he was going to hold onto the possibility that maybe Reborn is now oblivious to what has been happening. This whole experience should stay only between them. "We decided to walk around, but then got lost."

Reborn stays silent for a moment and I figure he's going to call me out on my lie, but then he jumps off and says, "Let's go home, my student. You've got homework to do."

Tsuna nods and looks back at his friends. It was such a terrible thing, but they made it through together and that was what made him happier than any man on this Earth.

Took forever for me to start writing this and when I did...oh god. I've NEVER written a chapter this long. FOR ANYTHING! It's like...while writing, it didn't want to end and the words came faster than I'd think. I mean, like hell. The wording seems slow to me and the action is fast. What. I don't know. Uh...please review if you have sticked with this. I would appreciate it SOOOOO much, especially since this is the LAST CHAPTER. Oh, and guess what! I have my driver's license! :D Okay. Now, I hope you all have happy lives! Yay!
-Ashley(dolphinherovamp5)