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Sawada Tsunayoshi will be the first to tell you that being the next boss to a Mafia Syndicate was the absolute last thing he had foresaw himself doing as his job, especially since his teenaged self had so forcefully refused the job.

But fate had a funny way of going about its business, the representative battles, the Shimon incident, the damage Daemon had made to his already paranoid and stressed Mists. It introduced him to the job in a way that he could never refuse, if only to guarantee that his Family was safe. He needed his position for Hayato settle into his own skin, for Takeshi to feel free to take life at his own pace, for Kyoya to do what he was always meant to do, for Ryohei to run free, for Lambo and I-pin to grow up for his Mists to develop.

Without the power behind his title as Decimo, his guardians could not stand strong against the world, they could try of course and they would bring half the whole mafia down with them when they fell but they would inevitably fall.

So he signed and took an active role in the mafia, he learned to lie and deceive, to tell a good deal from a bad one, to tread his words with razor sharp silver and his eyes with menacing sunset, to negotiate lives like they were cards in a game but he also leaned to trust in his family, not only his guardians but the entire Vongola that stood behind him, to sooth frayed nerves and heal the wounded, to practice patience and mercy when blood would have been previously split in payment. Il Santo di Cielo was a nickname that he earned in his life for all his efforts, it was a name that he carried with pride. So his life went.

He married a woman from another powerful family in a somewhat tense political arrangement but his wife surprised him by being a balancing factor not only in his guardians lives but on his own. All of them married and had children onto who they passed on their knowledge and though it was with reluctance on their own part, the children all decided to keep the legacy of their Family.

Tsuna’s oldest daughter, who inherited his Sky Flame and was named Neo Vongola Secondo, had laid down her resolve to create a legacy even greater that the one made by her father.

“The first Vongola Secondo put a stain in our history” her eyes screamed of determination “I respect his resolve, but it fractured our Family. I will NOT let it happen again” her Will flared so brilliantly that the flames in her eyes turned them the brilliant orange all his children inherited from him. It was silent in the hall where the succession ceremony was taking place, his daughter’s guardians stood resolute at her back. There was no going back.

“We the Vongola accept your resolve” he rose from his chair and with the tenth generation Guardians help, entrusted the new Vongola rings onto their successors, the previous ones being far too entangled with their users to be of any use to their heirs. “Welcome, Neo Vongola Secondo, to the family” The room erupted into claps and roars.

His life progressed, he gradually started pilling his duties into his daughter until she could handle it on her own, her accention to Boss drew a lot of fanfare in the usual chaotic Vongola style. Finally Tsuna was living his life for the sake of living, only helping when experience was needed but nothing more. In the end Sawada Tsunayoshi died surrounded by family, biological and by choice, well after all his friends had left the world. Perhaps he will get to see them one final time...

... ... ... Or not... ...

Because when he opened his eyes again he was not in any sort of metaphysical plane but staring up at a woman with startling grey eyes and a toddler with split hair, half red and half white.

“Mama he woke up” the child said, wonder in his eyes. “Yes, but don’t shout Shoto, we don’t want your little brother to get upset” Little brother??????

 As he later learnt, he was now Todoroki Tsunayoshi. And in this world heroes and villains were not only stuff of comic books, but actual professions that people aspired to be. It was a bit of a culture shock to say the least, the Mafia while possessing outrageous powers and abilities that rivaled the ones of this world, were always a secretive bunch and the majority of the world was kept in the dark. Here it was considered strange and a downright disability to not be born with a quirk.

His elder brother Shoto was 3 years old to his own 1 year, and the boy was fascinated with heroes and their duties. Most notably with the newly established Symbol of Peace, All Might. It was trough him the Tsuna learned more about his new life, including the fact that a child’s quirk manifested around 4 years of age. And as Shoto approached the age, their mother became skittish and nervous.

Todoroki Rei was a kind woman, patient and sweet to her children. It actually took nearly a year for Tsuna to meet the rest of his siblings with the exception of the oldest one who was away training with their father.

10 year old Fuyumi was as sweet and responsible as he remembered Kyoko to have been at that age and 8 year old Natsuo was as wild as Ryohei in his pre-boxing obsession.

“And Toya! Tsukkun you will love him, once dad has to go back to his agency we will have niichan back and you will see for yourself” Toya was 12 and was so far the only Todoroki child to have inherited their father’s fire, while none of them past the age of four were quirkless the unique interaction of both quirks within Fuyumi meant that she could not materialize them outside of her body, she could change her own body temperature to the extremes with no negative side effects but it was not really a flashy hero quirk.

“Besides I don’t want to be a hero” the girl said with all the conviction her age allowed her “I will become a private detective and solve the cases that the heroes can’t!” Natsuo on the other hand did have a proper quirk having inherited the full extent of their mother’s quirk but with no fire in sight their father had simply looked over him and turned his attention to fathering the next child.

The more Tsuna learned about his supposed father, the more he resented the man. Even in his previous life, for all of Iemitsu’s flaws and mistakes he was so foolishly in love with his mother that it was painful and embarrassing to watch. It was to the point that the moment that Tsuna was officially announced as the Tenth Boss, the man plunked Lal Milch as the head of CEDEF and exiled himself to Japan to life the rest of his life with Nana, he didn’t have the will to even be mad when his mother called him in such a happy mood to tell him the news. So noticiably was the stain that Endeavor had left in his family that he was not surprised to see those cold green eyes gaze upon him the fist time he met the man, Toya was back from whatever training the elder Todoroki had him do and would be gone for six months while he tended to his own agency. Even so the three days he stayed at the house were tense to say the least, Toya refused to say or do anything out of line for fear that their father would fly off the handle as he often did during their training sessions and the other children didn’t really know how to interact with the man.

Shoto had approached him out of curiosity but had been told to go back to his mother rather promptly and Tsuna himself had been handed over to him for a while.

“Perhaps you’ll be the one” was all he received before he was put on the ground and left alone, not even having the grace of actually handing the baby back to Rei, if Tsuna hadn’t been mobile by then he would have been stuck until Rei found him. Fortunately crawling was an easy task for the boy now. Perhaps it was because she thought that her youngest boy would not understand but when Endeavor finally left, Todoroki Rei breathed her relief to him.

“He’s gone for now, we’ll be alright for a while” The relief was short lived, Toya like their mother revealed his secret training to his youngest brother, perhaps for the same reasons Rei did. If Tsuna did’t like his present biological father before, now he hated him. Endeavor’s training didn’t hold a candle to the stuff Reborn had made him do in his previous life but most of it had been under his watchful eye and never anything that he couldn’t handle, events out of their control non-whit-standing, the fire masked man asked too much too fast of his young son and when it wasn’t accomplished, he beat Toya under the guise of combat training.

The 12 year old was traumatized and Tsuna feared that six months will not be enough to fortify his mind for the next round of so called training. He needed an anchor to keep him grounded until the younger could get his own flames back. His sky flames were lurking in the back of his head, but were unreachable and he suspected they would remain so until he turned four.

The only thing he could do was give his elder brother something to fight for, and he knew just the thing. So far there had been only one word the reborn child had uttered, Mamman to refer to Rei. Borrowing the name given to Nana by Reborn and the children in his first life. And no matter what the rest tried to do he would not say anything else, now it was time to unleash his second word to the rest of the family, well it was a mixed word but he hoped the meaning and feeling behind it would get across. It was  during dinner that he toddles over to the quiet kid and plopped himself on his lap, the older red head startled out his thoughts gazed on his baby brother with curiosity.

“Whats the matter Tsukkun?” The rest quietly observed, curious of the baby’s actions as he reached over to tap the other’s cheek missing only once. Finer motor control was still a work in progress.

“Tounii ski” he babbled and the effect was almost instantaneous, there were jaws hitting the floor and excitement going trough the roof but the only reaction he cared for was in front of him. Toya’s eyes grew misty before he was pulled into a fierce hug, he kept repeating the same words for the benefit of the rest but he knew the message had been received loud and clear.

Toya niichan daisuki

Toya I love you

“Ne Tsukkun, arigato” it was quite a while before Mamman managed to separate her two boys. It wasn’t perfect and it was bandaid fix to a gushing wound but it was a start.

*End of Chapter 1*

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Chapter 2

Shoto turned 4 and the whole house was feeling it, their mother did everything to keep him calm and prevent any kind of tantrum that might arise. After the age of 4 children often activated their quirks when in extreme emotion and as such they tended to cause chaos when they used their abilities for the first time, though Tsuna suspected that Rei was doing it to have more time before everything went to hell.

She was just delaying the inevitable, the moment his older brother had turned 4 his body had suffered a noticeable change in temperature, well Tsuna noticed at least. A life of living with flame users had left him very much used to the slight side-effects they tended to have in their user’s bodies.

Todoroki Enji had finally accomplished what he had set out to do, A Half Cold and Half Hot child had finally arrived into the household and the moment the man learned of it the entire family dynamics would shift and not for the better. Even with his senses dulled and flame unusable his Hyper Intuition was still trying to whisper things in his ear. What it was saying now was not good for the future of his brother’s well being.

As it was it all came to a head on the day that Toya turned 13, the date of Endeavor’s return to the household was fast approaching so their mother had planned a quiet party on their backyard to celebrate and give her oldest son something happy to keep when he went off to train with Enji, as it was exactly this very event that unleashed Shoto’s flames in the most catastrophic way they could have been.

For the most part, all Todoroki children were well behaved and obedient but the stars must have aligned in some bizarre way on this day because just about everything that could have gone wrong, had in fact done so. Natsuo had woken up with a splitting headache courtesy of his body still not used to the element it housed, he was snapping at everything and had already managed to irritate Fuyumi enough to have forced her to stomp off in a huff. Of course, Toya sensing a tense atmosphere had chosen to retreat to the back garden where he could watch his youngest brother toddle around in peace.

That proved to be a bad idea, even if the younger Natsuo and Fuyumi were rather brash in their personalities they had been trying to keep their tempers in check enough to not ruin the oldest’s birthday, however, the moment he was out of the house all hell started to break loose. Their mother was busy with Shoto and Fuyumi had taken over watching over the cake in her place, but as fate would have it her irritation had climbed so far that it was the furthest thing on her mind. 

Of course, the cake burned, the only ice child in the house was the first one who smelled it but instead of worrying he had just yelled at his older sister, his head hurt enough without having her smell like a burning furnace near him.

Fuyumi did not relate the comment to the cake as she would have if she had been a little calmer, now only taking it as an insult and replying in kind. 

Any other day Rei would have run down the stairs to calm down her children, any other day they would have apologized however begrudgingly when Toya walked back into the house to play peacemaker, any other day they would have gotten over it fairly quickly. 

This was not any other day.

Rei did not come down the stairs, instead choosing to let the argument blow over in an effort to keep Shoto out of stressful situations, just praying for that extra time before their lives had to change.

When Toya walked back into the house to calm them, it was because Tsuna had started to whimper and his eyes glistened with tears. Upset at the angry words he was hearing. 

He had not expected his siblings to have been so ingrained into their fight to not notice the fire that was consuming the stove, their gas stove. 

There was only a moment of horrified realization before the fire managed to reach the gas pipe. He didn’t know exactly what happened, but he moved. He had to move, his precious siblings were in danger.

A hero had to protect those dear to him.

There was a loud sound, warmth in the center of his chest and then, Black.


There was nothing more stressing and terrifying than knowing that something was going to happen and then not be able to do anything to prevent it. 

That was a feeling that Tsuna knew very well, as a Mafia Don he had learned to accept it and make the best of all the situations he had been presented all along his life.

And as such, when he woke up in his cot with his muted hyper-intuition alert and more active than it had ever been he was deeply upset. Todoroki Tusnayoshi had his memories of his previous life, but he was still a small 2-year-old child, his emotional control still wasn’t what it use to be, and he had always been a sensitive boy anyways.

He woke up crying.

But as this was not any other day, it was Toya who came to collect him and not Maman. Toya who fed him and gave him a bath. Toya who was already tense and worrying since his morning interactions with Natsuo and Fuyumi.

Morning routine accomplished it was with relief that he allowed the eldest to carry him to the back garden, of all days why did his siblings had to be so mean today.

The garden was peaceful while it lasted, the flowers and the variety of insects that chose to make it their home was amusing enough for the toddler to ignore momentarily the niggling in the back of his mind. But such peace was not to be sustained for long.

The arguing sounding from inside the house was growing more and more heated, as was the faint smell of smoke coming from the kitchen, his intuition ringing hard enough to break through the muteness of his age and make his head hurt something fierce, he started crying again.

“Those two have gotten into quite the row, eh Tsukkun” Toya had had enough apparently “How about we go make those knuckleheads see reason?”

Opening the sliding door there was not much time to completely take in the situation before him, but his mind was always quick in dire situations. The moment that Toya started to move he knew that the preteen did not have enough energy or skill to protect them all from the inevitable explosion. 

But he was no Sun, he could not boost his brother’s abilities enough to break through that barrier, however, he was a Sky and as such would protect his family no matter what. 

He did what he could, his flames may be sealed and his intuition dulled. But a Sky could always be counted on to prevail.


A skill as mysterious as it was powerful, right now it was his only option. The energy inside his body reached out to Toya, connected to the core fo his flames and pushed. Not a boost like the Sun, but a guiding hand to make his flames refined enough to protect them all, to avoid fatalities and at the same time connected to Natsuo to release his ice, to cool down their surroundings to control the fire that would spread and consume everything in its path.

Of the four of them, only Fuyumi was left conscious to witness the second explosion coming from the second floor, the stress had finally reached its peak in Shoto and his Quirk manifested in the worst possible way. What had been left of their house after the first explosion was eradicated by the second one. 

Their mother’s quirk, untrained and unused for years, struggled to douse the fire of her young son and to contain his ice. Shoto for his part only managed to manifest his abilities for a minute before falling unconscious, energy spent, no worse for wear.

Rei wasted no time in picking him up and racing down the stairs, confronted with a scene that would haunt her dreams for years to come.

Toya collapsed over the rest of her children, back and arms horribly burned, Natsuo unconscious and shivering so much he almost looked like he was having a convulsion, the after-effects of the overuse of his quirk. Fuyumi conscious and crying, deaf from the explosion, ears bleeding and disoriented. 

Poor baby Tsuna mirroring his eldest brother with the back of his clothes shredded and bleeding from the impact of debris.

“PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP!! MY BABIES! CALL AN AMBULANCE!!” Rei Todoroki wailed at the top of her lungs, cradling her four-year-old and holding the hand of her frightened daughter, all she could do in the middle of the carnage.

The planets had aligned but in the worst possible way.

End of Chapter 2