KHR does not belong to me, but I wish it did. The only thing that belongs to me would be the fact I made up this idea, and that's pretty much it ouo. I hope you guys enjoy, because I kinda made the idea in the middle of the night, which I was supposed to be sleeping, but whatever. Hope you guys enjoy~!

Death was something that shouldn't be questioned. In all reality, it was difficult to describe it. When one questions it, it only brought up questions that could never be answered. Giotto never questioned it, instead he never really thought about death. It was until he made Vongola into a vigilant group did he acknowledge there was a chance for him to die.

When Daemon had betrayed Vongola and with Daemon trying to tear Vongola apart, Giotto never faltered. He believed in his friends, and hoped that he would see them after death. In the end, he had decided to step down from Vongola, and go to Japan.

Just as Asari had said, Japan was very beautiful. Giotto was content, and had changed his name to Ieyasu Sawada. There he found a wife and married her, and with that had children and died old. Giotto would admit he was very content, but there was a regret that he couldn't help but have.

He wished that he could've done something for his friends and for Vongola. Even though Giotto did all he could do, he could admit that he could've done something to help Daemon, but instead he didn't do anything, just knowing that Daemon would soon betray him.

So here Giotto was, looking at a ceiling and feeling very small. He felt very confused and knew there was something wrong. He knew that he was lying down and was supposed to be in heaven or somewhere. He knew he wasn't supposed to be alive. But here he was, laying somewhere that looked nothing like his home. If Giotto turned his head, he would see another crib and baby sleeping happily.

What was going on? Giotto could only think, he swore that he didn't do anything to deserve this. He tried to move his body, but instead he was met with nothing but sporadic like movements. He stopped his efforts, and just hoped to whatever god that was listening that nothing was going to be bad.

Giotto had regrets, he knew that, but he didn't think that he could do something to help him relieve him of these regrets. Instead the once respected Vongola Primo was now a baby, stuck and couldn't help but feel frustrated. He saw a women with brown hair enter the room and a man with bright yellow hair. The man with bright yellow hair went straight to the baby on Giotto's right, and he saw the amount of sadness and frustration that resonated in the women's eyes. She said nothing, and instead went to where Giotto was and smiled.

Giotto felt happy and couldn't help but gurgle when he saw the women smiling at him. She was making cooing sounds, but on the right side, he saw the man with yellow hair doing the same to the other baby.

"Who's my boy? That's right, it's you Ieyasu!" The man with yellow hair said to the baby who was now named Ieyasu. Giotto felt conflicted, someone had his name, but it wasn't him. But before he could dwell in his own thoughts, the women picked him up.

"Tsunayoshi~! Tsu-kun, you're my most precious. I love you!" The women said to him, and Giotto felt happy. He felt loved, and he felt the love that a mother would give to her son. He never had that before, living in the streets when he was younger, he never experienced this before. So instead he held out his hands to touch the women's face and smiled.

The once known man in the mafia, Vongola Primo, who soon moved to Japan and was named Ieyasu Sawada, was now Sawada Tsunayoshi.

So like yeah, I am trying to make it a little unique, but the fact that it's a twin fic and Giotto reincarnating as Tsuna is pretty common, it's pretty hard to write. I just got this idea randomly, and to be honest, I'm not sure how this will go. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter~! Rate and Review please!

DestinyStarlight Signing out~!