I hated my life. I never liked myself. I always wanted to be like others, smart, strong, handsome, athletic, and many more. I mean, who would like a guy like me, wimpy, slow, stupid, useless, completely hopeless, or simply no-good? Everyone around me says, why can't you be this or that, why can't you do this while others can, why can't you? I hated being me. I didn't like me. I tried to copy other people. Anyone's style will do, just not mine, I kept telling myself. I just wanted to stop being like this, the guy everybody pushes around. I wanted to be better, no, good.

"Why can't I just change? Why can't I be better? Why am I stuck to being like this?"

I usually ask myself those whenever something bad happens, whenever I failed, whenever I'm called no-good. Whenever something unlikely occurs to me, I think of suicide. Really, I do. Mom always gets called to our school because of my failing grades when I was in elementary. She takes my toys and video games afterwards. And then I would cry a lot in my room, alone, with no friends. Nobody wanted to be my friend, Dame Tsuna's friend.

When I got to high school, I decided to change. But it was harder than I thought. Guess what? I couldn't change. Every time I sit down to study, I feel my game controller crawling to me and my game console seducing me.

"Play with uuuuuuss~"

It was weird, really weird. But hey, it worked on me. I drop my pen and start playing whenever that happens. And then the night passes with my homework undone, notes unstudied, and books unread. Because of that, I failed all my classes. I got a failing grade in each subject.

I was really hopeless. But just when I was about to give up, he turned up, the baby. The baby with a fedora and a kind of magic chameleon came into my life and turned it all around, turned it upside down. He came presenting himself as a home tutor, a home tutor that would make my good, make me pass. But he wasn't. He turned out to be this professional assassin cursed to being a baby that had his memory erased because he didn't like his past. And he was sent from Italy by a boss of a mafia family to train me.

I didn't trust him. I mean, what kind of "home tutor" shoots his student on the head using a gun? Not a normal one, not a sane one. I could've died, really. I hated him as much as I hated myself. I hated his methods, too. I mean, they were so mean, so unfair (He trains me while he sips a hot cup of tea). Every day, he woke me up by hitting me in the face with my bag.

He said, one day, that I was next in line as the boss of the family that sent him. After that, things just got messier. Along with the friends I got (thanks to him), I fought escaped criminals who wanted to possess my body, expert assassins (not to mention heartless) who wanted the title "Decimo", A guy from the future who wanted to be a god, and many more. And we won.

During those days of hardships, I hated him more. But as they went by, he actually grew on me, especially when I realized what he has done for me. He got me friends, he made me stronger than I was before, stronger, everyday, taught me lessons I will not soon forget. Or in simpler terms, he changed me. Maybe not in a way I wanted to but it was in a way I needed to. He changed me, that baby did. And he said I kind of did the same to him. I changed him too. Back then, he was kind of heartless, I have to admit. But as we went through challenges together, that heart of his grew and learned how to appreciate, to care, to love.

But I believe that he was the one that helped me more. He made me do the things I couldn't do before. He made me strong enough to do them, he gave me the power to do them. I didn't do much for him. He did so much for me. Trained me, made me stronger, taught me the value of friends, made me get friends, helped me and changed me. If he hadn't trained me back there, I wouldn't be writing this right now. I would be dead. I should be dead. But I'm not, thanks to him.

You, my dear reader, may think that my thoughts while writing this are kind of scattered. Well, they are. But all I'm trying to do is thank someone. Thank the man that made me a man, that made me what and who I am right now. The tenth generation boss, the guy who saved the future, the guy who kept peace between two families, the guy that removed his curse.

Yes, his curse was removed, because of me? Nope. I wouldn't have done it without him. The curse that kept him from growing, that kept him from having the life he deserves, he was the one who really removed it. I consider myself merely as a tool, a helper. If he hadn't grown on me and taught me to care for my friends and comrades, that curse on him wouldn't have been removed. He would still be an infant by now. Or he could have died earlier.

That baby, he showed me things I never knew that was there. He made me do unimaginable things (*FLYING). He made me strong. I made him strong. I made him accept his past. We all did. He wanted to accept his fate back then that he would die. But I didn't let him. I didn't want him to die.

"We saved each other." He once told me that. He said:

"I saved you from your past life, you saved me from mine, from my curse. Not just the curse of the Rainbow, but also from the curse of my past. You saved me. We saved each other. Thank you."

That's what he said before he left me, us, before he went to the kingdom of heaven. Yes, he's gone now. But still, I'm writing this in the middle of the night, emotionally. Not because someone told me to or he told me to. But this is all for the sake of telling the tale of a man that came into my life as a strange story and left as a wonderful legend. The guy that made me feel I was "REBORN".

"Thank you, Reborn. For everything."