Mister Signore

Summary: Apparently, a child by the name of Tsunayoshi randomly appeared. He also has odd behavior episodes, and strangely more mature than he looks. Time-Travel Fic! Tsuna, 1st Gen.

Chapter 1: Strange Kiddo

Alaude was currently in his intense work out of configuring mafia families' movements.

'Currently the Condura Family has engaged an alliance with the Pistra Family, and also has resigned its lost finances. An un-manuvering famiglia has initially disappeared after facing consequences with the Vindice.' The scribbling of the fountain pen was the only sound. The flickering of the candle's flame danced slowly, emitting a soft glow around the spotless, spacious room.

'And of course, Vongola in its rapid growth in Costa Nostra.'

He swiftly swiped the page to the side, placing the pen elsewhere. His back ached from hunching over his workplace all morning, and his fingers numb from constant writing. A silent sigh of bliss escaped his lips as he relaxed into the soothing soft material of the chair. He closed his eyes in awe, content as it is.

Maybe this is what Primo greatly fears. Poor sucker.

He chuckled lightly at his thoughts. He glanced at the pendulum clock. It was currently five minutes to dinner. But as usual, he'd rather work than crowd.

BANG! THUMP! CRASH!

His eyes narrowed. Those imbeciles causing destruction are jusr begging to be thrown in the jail cell.

Idiots will be idiots.

As he stomped to the family's private lounge, shouting could be heard along with a few other small thuds. He slammed open the door and gazed at its occupant's startled looks. "What the hell are all doing?"

Since Giotto is the boss, he might as well speak up; he was the one who invited them into his family. "Well, you see Alaude, this...child has appeared without much of a fuss with the guards. Like he had magically appeared," Giotto glanced at the child sitting on the couch who looked absolutely relaxed.

"Yes, that would be correct. It seems I may be making a stay here for a while. Don't you agree?" The child spoke as if he were negotiating. His voice held a childish tone but had an amountable ounce of respect into it.

Alaude absorbs the child's appearance, immediately taking notice of his calm, vibrant orange irises and relaxed posture. He was obviously wearing a highly expensive suit, and in that size, it was most likely tailored. Rich family maybe? His chestnut brown hair spiked in ways that defied logic, which eeriely resembled Primo's, he noted.

"This kid think he's the boss of us; using that tone of his. Primo's the boss, not a shorty like you," G, the red-haired male, sneered. Giotto sighed at his right-hand man's antics. G raised an eyebrow. "And how can a child like you inflirate the mansion without alerting anyone? Very suspicious to me. A spy, a mafioso, maybe even an assassin. Either one of of those, I'm sure of."

"G," Giotto raised a hand to stop him asking any further false (or maybe true) accusions. He stared at the child seated comfortably on the lounge chair, who was gazing about the room with a critical eye. 'Observant, I see.' Giotto moved to sit on the sofa closest to the child, followed up by G. He clapsed his hands together, giving the child a gentle smile.

"Child, how is it you came to be here? And have no worry, we mean no harm."

The child snapped out of his observation and turned to Giotto. "You see..." He looked down, his bangs shadowing his face. The dramatic pause seemed to create tension in the air. Alaude narrowed his eyes, this child was hiding something. Giotto stared more so at the child, maybe he didn't take the reassurance too well. He opened his mouth to speak but the brunet rose his head.

A sheepish expression was plastered on his face, replacing where the calm, sharp look was before. The child gave a nervous laugh, rubbing his nape.

"Ano, I don't know, mister." The three guardians were in a bit of a shock. The brunet then pouted, poking his index fingers together. "Reborn didn't say, baka-Reborn," He muttered.

Their ears perked up at the said name; this could possibly be a lead for them. Giotto then asked, "Who's this 'Reborn' person you speak of?"

The child blinked at the question then huffed. "Well, he's such a pain in the butt! He always has the nerve to pick on me. Reborn got me into this mess..."

His eyes glinted. A little menacing aura radiated from the boy. "Oh-ho! You better watch out once I come back Reborn, I have something up my sleeve. It's truly a miracle you had taught me how to hide my thoughts." The child had on a sadistic grin, maybe plotting evil schemes against this 'Reborn'.

The other three Vongola guardians watched on in curiosity. Alaude merely stared at the child. G looked on in stupor then scoffed, this child hadn't even answered their questions properly! "Oi, kid! Are you going to rant on, or are you going to do as you are asked," The question was intended as a statement, a 'give or take' choice.

The boy was brought back to reality by the response. He brought his head in his hands and preceded to sighly loudly. "Baka-Reborn is my mentor. He taught me everything since birth, that I am grateful of, but he tends to get on my nerves a lot. He's more of a father figure than my real father. He's family, and that's all that matters," The child's tone softened at the mention of the person's name. The other occupants can practically hear the warmth radiating from his words.

Giotto smiled more at the thought of family. This boy was similar to him in a way when it relates to family. He's unique and that's what makes him fond of the child's topic of family. G gazed at the child in front of him. He was like Primo, the same thought of mind. Interesting. But that doesn't mean that he has cleared the fact about him being an enemy. Alaude, on the other hand, was silent. He was more focused on the information given about Reborn. This was the highest lead they'd get into researching about the boy's history.

The grumble of the child's stomach mused them out of their thoughts.

The child flushed, lightly clutching at his tummy. He looked to the guardians and stuttered, "Do you have food?" His expression was adorable.

Giotto lightly chuckled. He nodded, "Yes, the finest in Italy," He replied. The boy brightened at his reponse and hopped off the chair in gidiness. G grunted as he stood to leave, reaching the door. Giotto guided the child to the door, G falling into his steps on his right. Alaude chose to remain at least 3 feet behind the trio.

On the way to the dining room, they has happened to cross paths with one of the mansion's maids. "Primo," the maid bowed. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Giotto kindly declined the offer and dismissed her.

Just as she turned to leave, she noticed a tuff of brown hair peeking from behind her master. She blinked, curious itching in her mind. "Mister, I'm hungry," a childish whine came from the child.

Giotto stepped to the side, giving the maid a full view of the child. The maid gasped loudly, causing all the attention to be turned on her. The boy tilted his head to the side, his brown spikes following in motion. Was it her or was there flowers blooming in the background? Apparently, the males noticed as well.

The maid blushed deeply, grabbing her cheeks in the process. 'K-kawaii...' Hearts appeared behind the maid in the background along with the flowers. In the midst of her 'fangirling' moment, the child flashed her a blinding smile. It literally blinded her. She felt a warm, iron scented substance leak from her nose but she paid no mind to it. 'This child...' With that thought, she fainted on the spot.

"O-oi!" G caught her before she made impact with the floor. The three guardians were at total lost of what just had happened. Maybe she had caught a bad case of a fever. The child, however, blinked at the situation then giggled. "If woman-san is tired, she should have went to sleep earlier." G sweat-dropped at the comment.

Giotto had no absolute idea either, but had to side with his comment. In fact, the maids have done so much for them in there times of cleaning, cooking, errands, etc. He should reconsider them to at least take more rest. He nodded at the option. "G, remind me to re-arrange the schedule for the maids."

"Yes, Primo," G noted.

"G, I've told you many times before to call me Giotto, Primo is only for important business only."

"Primo is the boss, of course it'd make more sense if I used your title," G replied balantly. Giotto sighed at the same repeated answer he's received since day one. But whatever makes his family more comfortable, he'd be happy to obilge.

The child tugged at his mantle. "Mister, I said I'm hungry..!" He whined even more. G looked like he was about to retort, but Giotto stepped in beforehand.

"Of course, you need your fill, little one. We shall arrive at the dining area in a few moments," He reassured the child. He then turned to his guardian. "G, please safely bring her to the medical room, I'll have Knuckle check up on her." The red-haired male complied and took a straight right turn in the next corridor.

Giotto turned to the child with a gentle smile. "Now let's go get dinner." The child cheered, "Un!" He merrily skipped beside the Vongola boss, who was watching his actions with an amused smile. Alaude still remained to follow behind them until they reached the dining room doors.

The doors majestically opened as if expecting their arrival. The two of the butlers held one of the doors, bowed and led them to the table. The two guardians took a seat in their respective spots, a plate full of dinner magically appearing before them. The brunet, on the other hand, was at lost and pouted. They forgot about him! He stomped his foot, catching Giotto's attention yet Alaude ignore them.

"Where am I suppose to sit, mister?" He sounded on the verge of throwing a tantrum. Giotto requested another chair to be placed by his. The boy hummed in satisifaction and took a seat. A plate was set in front of him. He could only stare in amazement, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Itadakimasu," He said then eagerly grabbed a fork, stabbing the food and eating it with an content expression. Giotto chuckled, taking a bite of his dish as well.

As they ate in silence aside from the clanking of the plates, a sudden thought occurred to Giotto. "What is your name, little one? We didn't seem to have caught that before." He glanced at the child next to him who was in the process of stuffing his mouth full.

The brunet turned in his direction, blushed and swallowed the food. He looked down, feeling bashful, and picked at his food for a while before answering, "I'm sorry for being disrespectful, mister, but I couldn't help it. The food is amazing!" His blushed deepened at his response. The boy raised his head and smiled. "My name's Tsunayoshi Sawada, Tsuna for short," He beamed, flashing a peace sign with his fingers.

Giotto gave an content smile. "Nice to meet you, Tsunayoshi. I'm Giotto di Vongola." Tsuna nodded at the given information and smiled. "Signore Giotto," he laughed. The blonde male flushed at the greeting. "Now, now, that makes me sound old," he also laughed along. "I'd prefer to be called Giotto."

"Then you call me Tsuna-kun," Tsuna said in return. Giotto chuckled. "Tsu-kun it is then." The brunet smiled and continued eating his meal.

Just then voices could be heard down the corridor. The doors flew open with G marching in with a thunderous experssion. Lampo was behind him, making the weirdest faces ever.

"Ne, ne, octopus-head. Or pinkie-san," The green-haired teen mocked. Faster than the blink of an eyes, G had Lampo in a strangling hold. Lampo struggled yet continued to laugh. "D-did you meet any o-other octopus-heads?"

"That's it brat, you asked for it!" G growled. However, miraculously, Lampo threw a flying punch toward his jaw causing the red-haired male to stumble backwards into a priest. "Goodness, G, are you okay?" G 'tched', releasing the other's hold on him. "I don't need your help, turf-top."

"Maa, G, why are you assaulting Lampo, he's just kid," A black-haired Japanese said.

"Kid, my ass, he's a teenager for crying out loud," roared G. A vein formed on his forehead. Asari laughed the response, heading to his seat at the table. The rest did the same.

Tsuna glanced at the new comers then resumed eating. Looks like they haven't noticed his presence yet. Suddenly he felt an odd chill go along his spine. This only happens with Mukuro's omitting appearance.

He made a choking sound.

"Oya, what do we have here, bambino?" The voice practically sound so close to his ear. Tsuna cautiously turned around only to meet blue, dangerous irises. Daemon smirked and leaned back to a straight posture.

"Primo, who is this?"

By now the other new-coming males had noticed, each held a surprised expression.

Giotto looked at the brunet then at his mist guardian. "Considering the turn of events, most likely a guest," he said, yet his eyes spoke 'we will discuss this later'. Daemon raised an eyebrow. He glanced at his rival at the far side of the dining table, who ignored his surroundings and continued his meal. Alaude looked as if this weren't even worth his time.

Catching Daemon's eyes, Alaude, in return, passed him a glare. Daemon saw in his rival's eyes, that he was itching to wretch the answers from the boy, but refrained himself from doing so. Who know's what Primo would do if he injuried the boy?

Daemon's attention turned to the brunet who had a piercing gaze. Surprisingly, this child held his ground once he saw him; normally children would be frightened. Interesting, but he's also noticed his appearance. His eyes widen.

Could it be Primo had...!

"Melon-san," Tsuna called. The silent room had become even more deafening silent. The child has his finger pointed to the top of the mist guardian's head. Daemon was taken back but recovered immediately, an irritated expression replacing his mischievous smirk.

"Ho-ho, what was that, bambino?"

Tsuna had a blank expression. Giotto couldn't gelp but let a small chuckle slip. Daemon sent a dark look at the blonde before turning to the boy, an ominous aura emitted from him.

"Bahahaha! You got told off by a brat," Lampo laughed out loud. Everyone around the room couldn't gelp but laugh along as well. G and Alaude smirked amusingly, Asari gave a heartly laugh, Knuckle seemed to be holding a laugh.

Daemon turned red in embarrassment or anger, they didn't know. He stumble over his tongue trying to pronounce his words, but they got caught in his throat. The illusionist glared at the brunet who seemed to amused judging by his hidden smirk. Oh, he'll show this kid something to laugh about.

Giotto sensed the oncoming events and stood to stop his guardian. "Daemon-"

Daemon completely ignored his boss, focusing on the solely on the child. He sent Tsuna a triumph smirk. Then suddenly all the occupants in the room disappeared in a black background. Tsuna looked around, everything was absolutely black.

A light emerged from a distance in front him, getting closer and everything went white. Tsuna covered his eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to his sight. He was in an empty grassland which expanded for miles, who knows it was endless.

Turning around, he noticed a lone, gigantic tree on a small hill. He made his way to the hill, reaching the top in no time. What he saw caught him by surprise. Below the tree was a table surrounded by walking rabbits having tea. They turned to him and motioned for them to take a seat.

Snapping out from his daze, he took the offered seat and looked at the rabbits. They were dressed in clothes like those from that children's movie he's seen. Was it called Alice in Wonderland? I-Pin had been begging to watch it, so gived. He shrugged.

A rabbit grabbed the pitcher, poured the tea into a small tea tup and placed it in front of the brunet. Tsuna nodded in thanks and took a sip, sighing in content at the taste. "Ahh, this is relaxing."

'Chamomile tea.'

"What?"

'This is Chamomile tea, is was originated from Egypt.'

"I see," Tsuna gave a small smile. His should request this tea once he arrives back in his timeline. If he ever does for that matter. Hopefully Reborn will figure out something. Then it occurred to him. "Wait, did you just talk to me?"

The rabbits gave him a blank look. Tsuna flushed in embarassment. "Ah, sorry, it's just you didn't make any noise."

'We don't speak, but we can transfer our thoughts to another being, if we choose to.'

"Hm," He took a look around him. "Why is it you are here? Are you part of Melon-san's illusion?"

'No, we were human beings ourselves.'

Tsuna blinked at the response. He stared at the two of the rabbits with curosity. "...Then how'd you end up here?"

'The illusionist tricked us. We begged for mercy yet he stared down at us in cold resentment.'

His intution prickled at his neck. The brunet narrowed his eyes.

'And he's coming for you.' The rabbits stood from their seats. 'He's gonna come after you, haunt your dreams.'

'He'll destroy your your family. He'll torment them.' Tsuna's eyes darkened.

'Now fear him, run, child. Ru-' The rabbits suddenly choked on their words, a gurgling sound erupting from their mouths. Tsuna stood and backed away. Before the scene could escalate any further, he was pulled from the image and back into reality. The scenary vanished and he found himself back in the dining room, lying on the ground with all the guardians surrounding him.

"Tsunayoshi," Giotto kneeled beside him with a worried gaze, Knuckle was checking his vitals. G was kneeling on his left, scowling but he could see his concern in his eyes. Asari was beside the storm guardian, he sighed in relief.

"Tsunayoshi," Giotto repeated his name in relief. He help the brunet to stand and ruffled his hair. "We were worried."

Tsuna blink in confusion. "What happened, mister?"

Surprisingly, G answered, "Once Daemon placed those illusions on you, you collapsed out of your chair. Everyone was alarmed. We never thought Daemon would actually harm a child." The red-haired male gave the illusionist a pointed look. "You didn't tramatize him, did you?"

Daemon grunted, not pleased at his work was interrupted. "No, I did not." G seemed to not believe his words. But Daemon continued his statement. "But of course, I know this is because of my child-ishness actions. Getting so upset over such a small name doesn't deprive me from the fact to suddenly cast illusions on a child. I feel no shame on acting on my actions though, he needs manners to not insult anyone," The blue-haired male muttered the last part.

G sighed heavily, rubbing his temple. "I need a smoke."

"You do not have to, G. Please take care of your health." Giotto had been silent during Daemon's speech. He absorbed every word, not counting to put an accusion on his guardian for his selfish actions. He was shocked, but he knew Daemon didn't intend to actually harm the boy, just wanted to give him a scare.

Tsuna looked at the illusionist who has his eyes closed, his hand rubbing his temple as he frowned. The child walked up to him and gently yanked his pants. At the feel of the tug, Daemon saw the boy giving him a forgiving smile.

"I ain't mad at you, Daemon-san. Please don't feel guilty, I don't hold it against you," Tsuna said. He leaned onto one of his legs and hugged it. The surrounding guardians watched the scene in amusement. Little did they know his hyper intuition was at work.

Daemon blinked, a blush slowly forming on his cheeks. He crouched down to reach the boy's height and stared at him. Hesitantly raising his hand, he placed it on the brunet's head, lightly ruffling the locks. With a small smile, he replied, "It's alright, bambino."

Tsuna beamed at Daemon, taking his hand in his. "I'm Tsunayoshi Sawada, but call me Tsuna for short."

"Tsunayoshi," He hummed. "Are you from Japan?"

"Un!"

"You know Italian quite well."

Tsuna sheepishly laughed. "Well, my tutor gives me lessons."

"Tutor?" He received questioning looks from most of the guardians, aside from those who already know.

"His name is Reborn..." A cute yawn escaped his lips. His eyes became watery, giving off a bubbly, cute appearance. Daemon laughly lightly, scaring the child by gently lifting him into his arms. He shifted the child into more comfortable position. Tsuna's reaction to this was to snuggle into his chest and close his eyes, sighing in content.

Everyone but three of them were in awe of the scene.

THUD!

Lampo fainted to the floor with his mind jumbled up with an uncharacteristic Daemon's actions. G's jaw dropped in disbelief and amazement. "W-wha..." Was the only syllables he could utter.

Alaude looked in silence, slightly amazed himself.

Giotto certainly hadn't expected this from Daemon, but who is he to judge. His mist guardian had a wife, Elena, back at home, maybe they were expecting a child. This might be a new experience for Daemon if he were ever planning to bring a child into the world. None the less, he was glad that this hadn't developed into a more chaotic result.

"Alright everyone, please wash yourselves up for the night. We had a long day. We'll discuss everything tomorrow," A yawn interrupted his speech. Today really did take a lot out of him. Who knew just a mere child could cause this much commotion.

"I'll have the maids take Tsunayoshi into his temporary room."

He motioned for one of the maids to receive Tsuna from Daemon. The maid took (more like snatched) the sleeping brunet from the guardian and immediately began to coo over his face. Her whole face turned red, a heart shaped and flowery background appeared behind her like before. The cheerful aura followed her out the door, leaving the guardians to gaze at her in confusion.

Clapping his hands, he signaled everyone to depart. "Have a good night's rest, everyone. Buone notte." Everyone either nodded or bitted good night as well and departed to their rooms.

...

Tsuna blinked his eyes at the ceiling. He had a strange sense that he was being harassed when he fell asleep. Who carried him off to this room? It was most likely that person, he was absolutely sure of it. He sat up, finding himself in a vague, but extravagent room.

The window was left ajar, allowing the cool breeze of the night to drift around the room. He shead himself of the bed sheets and walked to window, viewing the beautiful scenary of the moon. He rested his head on his chin, sighing.

He wondered, will he arrive back home? Of course he would! He has faith in his guardians, his family. He smiled at the thought, immediately missing Reborn's spartan training; Hayato pledging his loyalty and his rash, explosive episodes; Takeshi's warm, comforting smile; Onii-san's extreme yelling and ethusiam; Lambo's whiny rants; even Mukuro's oddness (pervy-ness) and Kyoya's beating sessions, more like an unexpected battle.

He thought of the illusion at dinner. His Hyper Intuition acted up. Tsuna grinned, the whole illusion was simple enough not to be beleived. Did they think he would fall for an illusion like that? If he had Mukuro, he wouldn't have a problem. But those words spoken to him had reminded him of what happened with Daemon in his time. No one was at fault, it was all a misunderstanding.

He had a feeling he'd better make himself at home here, because something was telling him he wouldn't be going back just yet. Tsuna chuckled. Since he's stuck in a child's body, might as well act like one.

Primo and his guardians are in store for a havoc day tomrrow.

A/N: Apparently, this fanfic will not include the 10th generation. As of why, well, mainly I've been complementing whether how it would flow with just Tsuna as the main, solo character. But Tsuna will mention them.

Sidenote: Giotto will call Tsuna "Tsunayoshi" when he's worried, stressed, or any other heavy emotion.

Signore — Mr. or sir.

And also, I know the title has the same repeated words, just different translations. Well, that is not an error. To me it could mean that a child is greeting an older man with respect, though childishly. If you know what I mean.

-AnimexXxLuvver