AN: ATTENTION! Ehm, hopefully you all are reading this. For all those of you who don't know, 'Float Up from Hell' has been adopted by OpenOtaku. I don't know when she/he will post it. Frankly I don't really care. Before you read this fanfic go to my profile and read the Taboos and Warning sections. Otherwise, read the bolded stuff below because it's IMPORTANT. I don't post this up for nothing you know.

Disclaimer: Don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, I like fanfiction too much to bother even considering claiming it.

Warnings: Lots of Yaoi/Slash (Don't like, Don't read. Simple), OOCness, AU, Religious/Pagan stuff, Violence, Possible very unimportant OCs, Cursing, Graphic content etc.

Beta: The Dark Crimson Blood

Notes/Background: The Tsuna in this story is a mix of HDWM!Tsuna and Canon!Tsuna. This makes Tsundere!Tsuna. His appearance is slightly change. And so is his personality too. I used some Tokugawa Shogun names, excluding Iemitsu, at the bottom. Some of them I introduced in the anime. Some I picked out. They don't really matter except one or two of them. This takes place in 2137, year because I felt like it. Tsuna originally lived in late 1600s to 1700s so his mannerism is a little weird for us modern people. Uh, I think thats it...

EDIT/ REWRITE: May 4th, 2013

Chapter 1: Locked Bird

He didn't how long he had been there. Perhaps milleniums had past or maybe he was just kidding himself and it had only been a month, He didn't know.

But no matter how many days, centuries, milleniums he spent in that room, it was enough that he knew quite a lot about the small room he lived in. For example, he knew that the small window at the left wall had iron bars on it to prevent escape, much like a prison, despite the cute pure-white curtains that tried to disguise the cruelty that the room really was.

He also knew that giant alter that took up most of the room was a fake, not pure diamond like they had said, just cheap glass. Glass that broke and shattered and pierced his skin without care or wonder.

He knew that despite the time that had past, the room was as new as the day he had been trapped in this room, for it exist beyond time itself; a product of Humankind's ingenious. The cheaply painted white walls were without a single crack, beside the carvings that he himself had created in a moment of wild insanity.

In the time he had spent there he already knew that everything was fake, a illusion. He already knew that he was nothing to them; a mere illusion that kept the kingdom in their iron hold. He was a puppet 'queen' if anything, with the puppet master controlling his every move. A political ransom.

The times they visited were few and in between. Eight times, he last counted. Less than his hands together. He remembered all of them. The first was a dark, violent man with a flaming temper. His eyes had been blazing with rage and resentment for the wrongs done to him.

He will kill all who love him, the Earth had whispered into his ears, with a sad motherly tone to her voice. Maybe he would have been a good king once, but now he will rule in tyranny. He was crowned regardless, for there would be no choice in the matter, there never was.

The next was a tall dangerous-looking man with little to no hair except two parallel tuffs on his bald head. He was insecure as far as he could tell, with narrowed eyes always shifting around, looking for invisible enemies.

Easily manipulated, weak the Earth had said, A cruel hand has broken him, and he will never be fixed. But again he was crowned. He had watched the man walk away knowing the next would come soon, because that man would break, quick and easy like a twig to a trunk.

The third was different from the last. With a face of brown hair, and cold calculating eyes, he was wary. The man had power, that much he gathered from the confident yet alert posture of the man, but knew his limits. A good leader, only if his heart wasn't so cold.

Greedy and cold, strong but he will bring no future he and the earth had agreed. He would bring the Kingdom of Vongola power, but he would never unite the lands under one banner. When the man walked out, he was the crowned king.

The fourth bought him a glimpse of the world. The man wore a white cloak and had a strange tattoo on his forehead. He was handsome and charismatic, and his eyes shown with beliefs too early for the age.

He will bring us into war in hopes for equality, the earth had said sorrowfully, He would have been a good leader if not for the fact that he was born into this time. So when the man left, he left him waiting for the next because that one would not live long with his beliefs.

He did not like the next. The man wore a glass over his eyes which looked at him like he was below. He had been scared because that man would not bring violence, but he would bring the kingdom to another sort of battle. A battle the kingdom was not prepared for.

The earth had not said a word, but he knew that it cried tears with him when the man walked out bearing a crown. For it would lead to a kidnaps, assassinations, and ransoms.

He nearly screamed when his saw the sixth; he could see it in the man's eyes. Greed, Envy, Wrath, and Vanity. The man was a craft of humanity's cruelty. Raised and fed with taunts of his own weakness, the man had chosen a dark path to prove his own power, to himself and the world.

The earth had wailed and roared with grief. He wept bitter tears when the man left, for he had saw the lost boy in the man's eyes that had been twisted into the man in front of him.

The Seventh was an angel. The only woman in her long line of predecessors, she bore many burdens. But he could see it in her eyes; Passion, Hope, Love, all the emotions her predecessors lacked. His heart had glowed with hope the minute she had entered, giving him a smile and a sakura blossom.

She will save it, if they let her the earth had whispered solemnly, because years and years of destruction on it's surface had left it jaded and pessimistic. He had listened quietly to the earth, even as his heart burned with hope.

The last one he saw was like the one before him. There was hope in his eyes, hope for a better world. He was kind, treating him like any ordinary boy when they both knew he wasn't. He had told him a little of the outside world, of his own sons and the future Vongola Decimo; the Tenth King.

He will fall before his followers the earth had warned, He fights for the right reasons but he wears his heart on his sleeve where it can easily be destroyed. He could only hope for a better outcome even as he caught a glimpse of the man's death.

In the time he had spent in the world he knew everything yet nothing. The passage of time had little to no effect on him. He grew and aged. He entered the world, and he left the world. He was 13 yet he was 21, or maybe even 436. He frankly didn't know his age anymore. He looked 13 yet he wasn't 13 when he entered. And even though he should have died years ago, he still lived. He was a contradiction.

He didn't look like he was different from any other boy. The only noticeable difference was his beautiful cat-like eyes that looked like the color of burning lava. They were a burning crimson streaked with orange, and yellow like hell's inferno himself.

They were framed by a head of earth-brown hair that fell to his neck in a cute manner. Two shoulder-length bangs framed the side of his face while shorter bangs covered his forehead naturally.

He had skin the color of porcelain, fair from lack of exposure to the sunlight. It was soft and supple covering him from head to toe. He was short in stature and rather slender for his physical age. He had curves where he should have never gotten curves, and his face still contain baby fat, making him look younger than what he really was.

He wondered if he would stay in the room for eternity; untouched by time, while he crowned kings and queens that would destroy the kingdom, brick by brick until there was nothing less. He never want this. Too see the kingdom he loved so much be torn apart by their own hands, helpless to do anything except watch.

He hadn't always been this helpless. But he had shriveled into a shadow of his former self. When he had first entered the room, he had been named Giotto, meaning 'God's Peace'. But as time passed so has his name, passed on to the heavens. The one the Secondo had met was Ieyasu. The Terzo had laid eyes of Ietsugu. Quarto had met Ieyoshi, and Quinto was introduced to Yoshimune. Sesto and Yoshinobu had met. And Ottavo had pampered Ietsuna while Nono had laughed with Iesada. Now Tsunayoshi waited for Decimo, the Tenth King.

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