AN: *gawk at amount of favorites/followed/reviews* Wow. You people ... ARE THE BEST EVER! I guess you guys really liked this story. Now back to business. Most of the reviews I replied back to, except the one's addressing pairings of updates etc. The pairings are undecided at the moment.

Beta: The Dark Crimson Blood

EDIT/REWRITE: May 4th, 2013

Chapter 2: Wrathful King

It wasn't a surprise when they came. It was fast and sudden, completely unpredictable for a normal human, yet he had been expecting them. He had felt the Ninth King's death nine days ago. He hadn't been looking forward to meeting Decimo especially after he had discovered by whose hand, Nono had felled too.

He had met him at the lake, the boundary between life and death. Perhaps once it had been filled with human compassion, but now the lake was dark and murky, littered with broken dreams and regrets.

Timoteo; the man's name as he later learned; had not been surprised as his predecessors had been. In fact out of all of them, he had reacted the calmest and most excepting. Wearing a grey stripe suit , the man had calmly greeted him as he approached.

"Hello Sada-kun" the man had said.

Tilting his head, Tsuna had quietly informed the man, "I'm not Iesada. That lifetime has passed. My name is Tsunayoshi now."

"Lucky Rope, eh? That's a good name Tsuna-kun", Timoteo had said, eyes twinkling with kindness.

Tilting a head in acknowledgement, he had led the man across the river to death on a raft, worn and used yet still sturdy and strong, ready to do it's duty. He had rowed them across the harsh waters knowing the man had been murdered, by his own surrogate son no less.

When they had reached death, the man got off. But before he went, the man stopped and hesitated. Tsuna watched calmly, all the kings had hesitated to enter death. Millions of people feared death. In the end, Rulers were the same as the people they ruled.

Usually he would have watched as the man faced his own demons, but Tsuna managed to harvest a springe of human compassion, for the man was good of heart.

"You don't have anything to fear, Nono-san...Helgardh, though bitter with her duty of judging the dead, is fair and favors those that except their and other's true selves. Follow your heart and tell not a lie, that will my advice."

Looking grateful, Timoteo thanked him, "Thank you for your counsel, Tsuna-kun. With your guidance I know now that I have nothing to fear."

But before he went into the darkness of the Underworld, Timoteo said one thing that would forever shock Tsuna.

"Tsuna-kun...Please forgive Xanxus" the man had said before sprinting into the thick mist that accompanied the darkness of the underworld, leaving him behind to speculate the oddness of mankind.

Now he waiting in the room, waited for the king to arrived, a king he knew would be taking the kingdom back to the dark path the predecessors had previously walked on.

Sitting down on the floor, cushioned by the futon below him, the boy was an elegant abit short figure. His trimmed earth-brown hair fell to his shoulders, covering some parts of his forest green kimono.

The kimono was beautiful. The green kimono covered a white inner layer and was embodied elegantly with pictures of animals and plants in all sorts of scenery. Sitting down, it covered his bare legs, but he knew that if he was standing up, the kimono would be at his knees before extending in length at the back, reaching the carpeted floor. It was tied securely bounded at his back with a obi the same color of his burning lava-colored eyes which were hidden behind his brown bangs.

That was the position in which they found him. They entered through the glossy dark-brown door with a loud bang, caused by a kick in which sent the doors nearly flying off their hinges. Almost immediately sound poured through the doors, nearly deafening Tsuna.

Jolting to his feet, he turned to face the offender. The man was the stunt double of the Vongola Secondo (otherwise known as The Second King), Ricardo, if he remembered correctly. He had a head of spiky black hair with a buzzcut on the sides, and cat-like reddish-brown eyes. He wore a loose white dress shirt, black dress pants, and a loose tie with a black trench coat, with gold Xs, thrown on his shoulders over a compact muscular body. Adorned at his neck was the tail of a racoon along with some feathers. But his most notable features were a variety of scars that laced his tan skin.

The moment he saw the man, he knew there was something wrong about him. Perhaps it was the dark scowl on the man's face. Or the dark shadowed look in his eyes. It could also be the fact that the man had his subordinates lining every inch of the hallway outside, and inside. Or it could be the fact that the man was being carried in on a throne by his men.

His eye twitching, Tsuna stared in disbelief at the image in front of him. Seriously? Vongola Decimo, the man who had murdered his own surrogate father, was so lazy that he couldn't even bother to walk in the door by himself, much less read the manual. Yes, there was an manual of the proper ceremonial procedures, courtesy of some rather zealous noble, that died over 300 years ago without even his name being remembered.

The man and his men were oblivious to the boy's disbelief. Suddenly the man kicked one of his subordinates. Yelping, they didn't even bother to dodge the blow. Were this generation that lazy?

"Put me down you scum" snared the man as he sat on his throne. Slumping against the red velvet of the throne, the man had his cheek supported by his right arm, which rested against the arm of the throne, while his other hand cradled a glass of ruby-red wine. To top the cake, the man had his legs crossed and resting on one of his men's head, who strangely looked ridiculously happy.

"They wouldn't have to put you down if you actually followed the ceremonial procedures and came alone," growled Tsuna, his right eye twitching. "Or if you got off your lazy pompous ass and walked here."

That comment of course got the man's subordinates to release a variety of reactions. One of the subordinates, a rather loud sword waving man with silver hair that fell to his rear roared and threatened to gut him, as if he were some peasant with no power.

"VOI! You brat! Do you want to get gutted like a fish!"

Another subordinate reacted in a rather... disturbing way. With strangely colored hair and sunglasses, the man ...girl... thingy proceeded to hug/molest him and flirt with him.

"AWW! How cute! Are you free tomorrow night, cutie?"

Queue shriek and pushing his elbow into the guy/girl thingy's gut. "Get off me you freaking gay pedophile! Off! Where do you think that hand is going? Get yourself bloody OFF!"

The next subordinate was slightly more normal. The guy had really spiky hair with lightning bolt tattoos on his cheeks. Upon hearing his comment, the man proceeded to take out ...Umbrellas? And tried to electrocute him ...

"No one insults boss in front of me! DIE!"

The next one was strange, freaky, and a psychopath. The boy wore a silver tiara on a head of gold-spun hair that completely covered his eyes. The boy merely giggle... er laughed before pulling out a set of sharp knifes.

"Ushishi~, Looks like the peasant has some spark. Now bow before Prince-sama"

"No way in Hell, fake prince." Queue knives.

Tsuna stared. The guy was a baby. A floating baby. A floating baby that was wearing a cloak. A floating baby that was wearing a cloak with a frog on his head. The guy was still a baby.

"... What are you looking at?"

"...Nothing."

Tsuna's gaze traveled back to the king, well not a king just yet, in question. The guy was staring at him with an amused smirk on his face. One minute passed, he was still staring. Two minutes, still staring. Three minutes later, Oh bloody forget it.

"...Stop Staring."

"Why?"

"It's irritating. If you ever plan to get crowned you better stop."

"..."

"Good boy!"

"It's Xanxus. Xanxus."

"Sure Xanxan"

Queue Twitch.

I honestly have no idea where I got the humor from. But I hope you like it. Review, Favorite, Follow and give me ideas. See you next time! _