Title: Uke No More
Author: EXTREMEME
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own the KHR characters, sadly.
Summary: Tsuna can't take being the uke any longer, so he calls on his future self for help. Possible TYL!Tsuna/everyone. (Read to find out, hehe.) Obviously contains BL, so keep out if you're not into that.
Prologue
Tsuna's eyes were still adjusting from the sudden burst of color and darkness, yet the familiar nausea gave the mighty Vongola boss a pretty good idea on what had just happened. A quick survey of his surroundings confirmed his theory - the bed that he probably won't fit in anymore, the video game system that was outdated eight years ago, and the still 5-year-old Lambo sleep-talking on the floor. The 26-year-old Sawada Tsunayoshi was in his room exactly ten years ago.
Suspicious yet nostalgic, Tsuna paced around slowly, careful not to wake up the young Bovino. He immediately noticed Reborn's absence, which was very rare during this year if his memory serves him right. He also noticed the ten-year-bazooka which looked like it had just overheated, with clouds of black and gray smoke rising from it. Tsuna's eyes then landed upon the lone white envelope on his desk with a Vongola seal embellished on it. Curious, he picked it up and checked the addressee. To his surprise, "To me, 10 years from now" was written on it, in his old handwriting nonetheless. He opened the envelope and found several sheets of paper inside. The first one read:
To the 26-year-old me,
You, among all people should probably know about my predicament these past few months. To others, I may seem to be a normal mafia boss-in-training who is loved by his subordinates. And by loved, I mean really, really, REALLY loved, if you catch my drift. (Of course you do.) I know I shouldn't be complaining, but I'm so sick and tired of being the submissive partner whenever I get into bed with Gokudera, Yamamoto, Hibari-san, Ryohei-niisan, or Mokuro. Not that it doesn't feel good, (in fact, it feels very, very good) but what worries me is if I could really earn their respect as a mafia boss if I give into their desires every single time. I'm sure you already know what my conclusion is, so here's the plan: Reborn will be in Italy for the next five days to report directly to the 9th about my progress. (I'm doing fine, thank you.) I just called up Giannini and asked him to reduce the duration of the 10-year-bazooka. And just as I thought, he increased the duration of its effect to about 5 days instead. The next five pages contain the details of when, where, and how I'm going to "meet up" with the others next, all within 5 days time. How you teach them "who's the boss" is up to you. I can't do it even if I tried, but I'm sure you can. For both our sakes, I wish you good luck.
Sawada Tsunayoshi
For five whole minutes after finishing the letter, the adult Tsuna stood still in disbelief from what his younger self had just asked him to do.
"But… but…" Tsuna let the sheets of paper slide from his fingers as he grabbed his hair in panic. "I can't do this!"
To be continued…
Author's Notes: This story was initially meant to be a one-shot, so this chapter can be taken as an open-ended story by itself. Please review if you liked it.