Hitman X Reborn

Prologue

Italy

The gold chandelier hung from the beautifully painted ceiling. The walls were of the richest color and the marble white floor was occupied by a huge crowd. There was a wine fountain in the center of the hall and live classical music filtered through the crowd to set the overall mood. To anyone on the outside it would appear as if it were one big party for the rich, but little did they know, this hall was filled with the Mafioso's most power figures.

From the pirates of the west to the Yakuza of the east, every prominent figure that could change the shape of the world with a lift of their pinky finger was gathered in this room. They were chatting, drinking and even enjoying themselves in the festivities, while simultaneously avoiding anyone they might have double crossed. They did not have much of a choice, all of them had to get along, because they were in invited here by the most powerful mafia family in the world: The Vongola Family.

The reason being Vongola Nono (the ninth generation boss) had to choose a successor to become the next Vongola boss. The fate of the mafia world lied heavily on his decision. Many people were expecting Vongola Nono's son, Xanxus, to take over. While others were hoping Vongola Ottavo's granddaughter, Elise, would be the next boss, even though she was only seventeen. Then there was also the possibility that Nono's elder son Iemetsu would take the helm, though the chances of that were very slim due to his involvement in CEDEF.

The mafia world was on the brink of an evolution. Interpol had learnt to fight against the Mafioso. The guards of the mafia world, the Vindice, were growing weaker, and new families were popping up every day. The next Vongola boss could change not only change the fate of the mafia, but the entire world. People were on edge. the tension in the room was almost tangible and it had reached the tipping point.

At that moment the most powerful figure in the Mafioso walked into the hall. Vongola Nono's very presence silenced everyone in the hall. He strode slowly, deliberately and confidently surrounded by his guardians, everyone in the hall moving out of the way for him. He wore a simple brown suit, had a cane in his left hand and all his hairs were grey. He reached the raised platform in the front of the hall and sat down on his throne, his guardians never leaving his side. The seven Vongola guardians were the strongest members of the family, their very stare sent shivers up the spines of the deadliest men in the world. Nono surveyed the hall, piercing everyone with his wise grey eyes.

Then he spoke, "Welcome to one and all. I thank all of you for coming on such short notice. It is not every day the most powerful Mafioso in the world gather like this. This is easily the most difficult time in the Vongola history. Interpol is on our trail, new families are popping up against the Vongola alliance and I am afraid I am not getting any younger." He sat back and gave a smile.

He then continued, "That is why I have to pass down the torch to someone who will inherit the Vongola will. A man who can bear the sins of our organisation yet still find new ways roads to lead our family through. A man who is a true Vongola. However," he paused, his eyes swept the room, "I cannot do this alone. I need the Mafioso to help him become a man worthy of the title Vongola Decimo. I have already chosen my successor and as we speak my most trusted man is on his way to meet the next Vongola."

The room was dead silent now one made any sound at all.

"My dear Mafioso, the tenth head of the Vongola family is..."