Under the night sky, the stars shone upon a figure that raced through the quiet streets of Namimori, Japan. Behind him, a small figure, cape billowing in the breeze and hood mysteriously permanently covering his head, flitted across the Japanese rooftops.

This smaller figure's name was Sora. Unknowingly, as he tracked down the mafia renegade murderer, he was following the footsteps of his ancestor to be a society vigilante.

The murderer hoped to evade capture from the mafia police, Vendice, as well as his enemy, Vongola, but he hadn't expected that the mafia's reach extended all the way to Japan. Yakuza, definitely, but mafia? The renegade tensely glanced back, and he was shocked that the smaller figure gained ground on him. In fear, he put an extra burst of speed, but even that was useless. Shock was the last thought he had before he was knocked unconscious.

The prisoner looked on in fear as Sora walked of the cell. "Thank you for your cooperation. Vendice will be happy to know where you are. Good day."

Sora closed the door of the prison cell, simultaneously pulling out his cell phone. He hit speed dial.

"Nono," Sora said into his cell phone, "I have captured the renegade. He had confessed to have killed our ten. Yet, he was not involved with the experimentation...Yes, Nono, he was simply the scapegoat…"

Sora climbed through the window of his room, listening to Nono's questions. "He did not admit who was behind the experimentation. However, I will look into it more."

Sora hung up the call, resting his head against the wall before looking toward his desk. Beside his computer sat a lone picture. He knew it was sentimental, but it was also what kept his sanity. The boy took the picture in his hands, reminiscing the past. He sighed before whispering, "I miss you. I will do my best to bring you home soon."

"Tsuna! You're going to be late for school!" A voice called from below.

Sora glanced down at his watch. "Crap!" Sora yelled, replacing his worn face into a happy facade. Sora was now known to society as Sawada Tsunayoshi. He grabbed his change of clothes and darted out of the room, almost forgetting his backpack on the way out.

"Okaa-san!" Tsuna called as he raced down the stairs, almost tripping over his feet. "I'm leaving!"

Nana looked at him from the kitchen, smiling. "Okay, have a great day!"

Such was the double life of Sawada Tsunayoshi. Little did he know that he would soon have another life.

A baby stood in front of the Sawada residence, a tutoring promotion in hand. He looked up, smiling. "Sawada Tsunayoshi, candidate for Vongola Decimo."

He placed the the paper in the mailbox. "Welcome to the mafia world."

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back (kinda - I need to get through junior year and it's tough with all the SATs and APs and stuff) with another story. I was kind of unsatisfied with my other story, as it required me to have background knowledge that I simply did not have. Also, the plot line was simply getting very complex. Therefore, I have started this new story, with the same basic plotline as the previous one (with Kiyoshi and all that), but a different type of Tsuna. This story will probably also be darker, as I am trying to improve my writing with an actual theme. Therefore, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and please let me know about how you feel about this upcoming story.