Author's Note:

Pleased to meet you all. My name is Arowa. Have you ever felt how boring our everyday lives is? I did. This story is born from the random thoughts I have in my free time, whether if it was on the train, walking home, or during work. I hope you guys enjoy the story, and if you do or don't please tell me why in your reviews.

Chapter 0: Prologue

Venice, Italy.

The day started like any other. The bright sunlight gave birth to the burst of life throughout the streets. Soon after, the streets were filled with chatter and laughter, the waters refracting the sunlight into a multitude of colors. I got up as I always do, jumping out of my plain, single bed. The huge bedroom still feels a bit intimidating. It was still partly empty even after I brought in my stuff. My eyes scanning across the wide space, I wonder if I will ever get used to living here.

Walking towards the balcony, I stopped to take a huge breath, and admired the magnificent view of the city. The myriad of design of the buildings was complemented by the canals flowing through them. The waters and the people come together to form an ecosystem unlike anything, truly the most beautiful city in the world. Taking in another huge breath, I yelled out as a smile erupted from my face.

"GOOD MORNING, WORLD!"

Knock, Knock.

"Ahem, pardon me, sir, but, please refrain from yelling, it may disturb the neighborhood. Oh, and may I know if you're ready, sir?" A dignified and refined voice came through the door.

Oh right, school.

"Give me five more minutes, Kiera." I give my reply. Confirmation that it was acknowledged came with the sound of footsteps fading away.

Walking back in, I began preparations. Brushing my teeth, I stare into the mirror. The reflection was of a young teenager, his brown hair wild and unkempt, its ends resembling spikes. As he pushed his fringe aside, a pair of baby blue eyes appeared. His mouth opened, revealing a pair of small, sharpened tooth at each side of his upper set of teeth. Putting on my usual attire, a white T-shirt, a black overshirt with its sleeves scrunched up to my elbows and black pants, I opened the door and made my way towards the dining table.

Well, up until now, the story may seem to be one of a normal teenaged boy, albeit a bit on the rich side.

...oh how I wish it was so...

Well, listen on. It's not that difficult to understand...

As my steps take me down the two-storey tall staircase, I walked with beads of sweat slowly flowing down my forehead. I never enjoyed situations like this. In front of me, in a straight, uniformed line leading to the dining table, was a group of people. Not just any ordinary people, they wore suits, ties and all those accessories you see people wear during formal occasions. Most of them were of my age, teenaged boys and girls. Behind them stood the adults. They stood there, silent. The stuff in their hands however, was anything but ordinary. I can see machineguns, pistols, shotguns, grenades, longswords, katanas, sniper rifles, tonfas, bo staffs and brass knuckles. As I strode past them, they stood upright in attention, never making a sound, never speaking a word.

When I took my seat at the table, they made their way to my side, still as quiet as ever, their expressions ever serious. Then I took one look at the spread of food on the table and I accidentally spilled out my thoughts.

"Hey, this is way too much for me. I can't finish this on my own. C'mon, everyone dig in!" I declared with a smile on my face.

...

I think I felt a cold breeze blew against me, even though I am in-doors.

"Uh.. Right.. Sorry.." I bet someone out there is laughing at how I am acting right now. The mansion, with its white interior and ancient designs carved into the walls didn't help with the situation at all. I ended up eating alone, the silence almost suffocating me. The only sound that can be heard from the dining area was the crunch of toast as my teeth sunk in.

That was when the sound of footsteps, in gentle rhythm, reached my ears. A silouette showed the outline of a french maid uniform, revealing a girl who looked to be about the same age as me when she came to light.

Her blonde hair as pristine as ever, her sides swayed gracefully while most of it was bundled up in braids. She moved with dignity and poise. Her eyes closed with her mouth in a passive line.

What was her name again?

Oh, right. Kiera De Luca.

You don't know how surprised I was when they said that she was to be my caretaker. A girl, who was younger than me, was to be my...servant. To cater to my every need. After a few weeks however, I realized it wasn't so bad. In fact, she's quite good at it.

She never smiled at me yet, though.

"Lord Amato, have you decided...?" She asked, sounding a little worried for just a split second there.

"..No." I replied, with a tone unlike before, as if my joy was completely drained in the matter of seconds.

"Please my Lord, you cannot run from this forever..." Kiera declared, trying to hold back her tone as much as possible before handing me a few pieces of paper. They look like newspaper cut outs, detailing the recent news. "The Mafia world is stirring, the Vongola Succession has started. With it, Mafia activities is sure to rise. Be it here, or anywhere else." Kiera calmly recited, taking a seat on the right side of the table. "I do not understand it, my Lord. You are capable. You are ready. Why do you keep turning it down?" With every word she said, she kept her eyes closed, only occasionally opening them to glance my reactions.

Vongola.

Dad told me that it was the strongest, largest Famiglia in the world, and it holds the most power. I wonder if Dad ever fought against them in the past? I remember how he told me that he knows the Mafia world is cruel and tough, but he always goes back to it. Still, whenever he came home, he would always have that smile on his face. I guess I'll never know now...

"The disappearance of your father; the boss of the Zanna Famiglia, five years ago has drastically reduced our numbers as well as our alliances to the Mafia world. As of right now, this famiglia stands on the verge of annihilation. Some famiglias have even begun attacks to claim our resources." Kiera recited, her eyes now scanning through the various documents she held in her hands.

"Of course, we must also consider the fact that your Father.."

"Stop. Stop it." I interrupted her midway. I don't know if it was by reflex, or if deep down I wanted to do it. I just didn't want to hear it. That's normal, right?

I felt drained after that, and slowly made my way towards the front door. As my eyes looked towards my Famiglia, I could see some them injured. Some have bandages all over them, while others have their limbs in casts. I could only shut my eyes.

"One more day. Give me one more day to think about it." I declared to my Famiglia, as I pushed open the two doors leading towards the grand halls, making my way out the mansion.

My name is Amato Zanna. I am the tenth generation candidate for the position of 'Boss' for the Zanna Famiglia.

In other words, I am Zanna Decimo, and my story is about to begin...

Just to clarify, this takes place at around the first few chapters of Reborn! Because of this, the story will take place parallel with the adventures Tsuna and his friend goes through. Please review!