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Time-travel fic. No parings. Parent!FirstGen and Child!TenthGen. Beware of grammatical mistakes.
Summary: When trouble starts brewing, you will find Tsuna and his guardians at its epicenter. This time, 150 years back into the past and shrunk down to kid-size - and there is a whoooole lot more at stake than just the existence of a single world.
"Is everyone ready?"
"Hold on tight, this is going to be a bumpy ride, kora!"
"Time warp, start!"
When they had time-traveled back into the past after dealing with the mess that Byakuran made, they should have known that not everything would go down smoothly. It had just been a little gift for those that were involved in the future-that-was-never-meant-to-be battle, to send the memories of the not-future to those of the past, but the Arcobalenos didn't take into account one little detail.
No matter how accurate the calculations were, there will always be a percent error. Especially when time-traveling and Vongola rings were involved.
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[19th century, Italy]
To the east of town, a castle-like mansion stood enclosed by a seemingly endless forest, standing tall and firm as if it was commanding the nature around it. However, with its Victorian built and no small amount of nature, it gave off a sense of unity between nature and man-made architecture.
Despite it looking quite innocent and peaceful -
Crash!
Clang!
Bang!
KAAABOOM!
"... GIIIIOTTOOOO!"
- it was rather loud and chaotic most of the time.
Said owner of the mansion was sitting in his office, looking over a stack of paperwork. When he had heard the commotion, he could only sigh as if this was a normal occurrence.
It was a miracle how the magnificent structure stayed so... well, magnificent through all the years that his destructive family has been residing there. (Then again, he had to order repairs at least once a week so that might have something to do with it.)
Giotto tapped his fountain pen against the table, an elbow leaning against his mahogany table so that he could lean his temple on his fist. He did a mental count down.
3...
2...
1 and...
SLAM!
A young man with salmon (red?) hair came busting in. The fact that his flame tattoo emphasizing with the scowl on his face, making his Right-hand look quite fearsome, did not do anything to comfort Giotto at all - though his attention was on his poor door that was hanging on its last hinge.
Hm... he should have the repairmen put sturdier hinges... actually, maybe get a steel door instead - ah, but that would make his office feel even more like a prison than it already is -
"Giotto, stop spacing out!"
Oh right, his Storm was trying to tell him something.
"Welcome back, G" Giotto greeted in strides, completely ignoring the glare that his childhood friend was pinning him with; Instead, he was searching his friend's person to see if there were any injuries. "I take it that the mission went well?"
"Why," The other replied, not answering Giotto's concern, pointed out the door and being quite melodramatic. "In God's name is Alaude and Daemon wreaking havoc in the front lawn?!"
In the background, they could hear explosions and clashes of weapons on and off.
"I thought you forbade them from meeting each other other than during meal times for the whole week after last week's incident!"
"Oh, that." Giotto answered casually as he skim through another paper and signing its approval. "Don't worry, they'll get their punishment later."
"That doesn't answer my question!" G stomped up and slammed his hands against Giotto's work desk. "I leave you for one day, and you let loose two maniacs!"
"G..." Giotto sighed, a hand going up to massage his temple. "Both of them were bored out of their minds so I gave them each an assignment. Maybe I should have gave it to them on different days -"
"Why didn't you?!"
"I was..." Giotto did random gestures with his hand as he tried to get the right word. "Distracted, per se."
"Distracted." G repeated calmly but the blonde knew that it was just the calm before the storm when his best friend took on that tone. "They're destroying the goddamn lawn because you were frickin' DISTRACTED?! What? Were you deciding if you should burn up your paperwork or something?!"
"... Of course not, G."
The momentary pause was enough of an answer for the Storm Guardian to go ballistic. "YOU WERE, WEREN'T YOU?!"
Now, you would think that Giotto would be someone who would do anything to get out of his job of going through paperwork, but no, he didn't mind being stuck in his pris - office working (though he does like to pretend that he didn't see the growing piles paperwork from time to time).
It was just that his intuition has been acting up for no good reason. That being the start of a really exhausting week where enemy famiglias were demanding his attention, (they should seriously find a new hobby instead of sending him threats), his Mist Guardian was playing pranks on his Lightning out of boredom (and Lampo running to Giotto crying every single time) and his Cloud shot him glares every single passing moment he gets.
With his digressing attention on his workload, the paperwork piled up rather quickly (He swear to God, they were breeding like rabbits when he wasn't looking). His oh-so ever helpful Intuition still nagging him of something that was about to happen but didn't warn him if it was good or bad (He sensed that it was neither, which was weird), so he ended up letting his two most violent guardians go on an assignment.
On the same day.
Realizing his blunder too late, he only hoped that they last till out of the gates, but he guessed the massive front lawn will do.
Now he faced the consequence of a half lecturing half screaming right-hand man.
(He was just having a bad week, okay?)
It was a good thing he asked Asari to make him tea earlier today. His tea does wonders to sooth Giotto's nerves more than the ones that the kitchen staff made - not that their cooking wasn't good, they were worthy of five-stars, but you get the idea.
So as he listened to his Storm rant, his free hand went for the porcelain cup as his other continued signing off another paper - a report on a recently made reconnaissance mission.
It was a simple scouting mission so he didn't dare let his guardians go - they make a mess of every single job they go on to. Just remembering that one time when he had Asari go pick up a package - a package - resulted in a few sliced up ships and parts of the harbor was enough of a warning (He didn't actually heed to it - because Giotto forgave and trusted his men to not do it again - until several other incidents later).
"G." Giotto stopped his right-hand man in mid-rant, frowning as he re-skimmed the report. "What do you know of the Caetis Famiglia?"
"Huh?" G blinked, anger already deflated to nonexistence. "Not much, it's still a pretty new Family."
"I see." Giotto hummed in thought. The report wasn't actually about the mafia Famiglia that they were talking about, but his men mentioned it in passing. When the name popped up, his Hyper Intuition was telling him to keep an eye on them... it was in few of the other reports as well...
"Never mind then," Giotto took a careful sip as his room shook from the still-raging battle outside while mentally filing Caetis Famiglia for later discussion. "Do you have your report?"
G gave his boss a suspicious glance before nodding and passing over a folder.
Just as Giotto was about to make a grab for said item, the ground shook rather violently, causing Giotto to lose his balance and -
Thunk, crack...
- pushing the recently placed tea cup onto the floor. Or was it because he suddenly had a huge migraine that caused his body to lock up? Because in the next second, Giotto was back in his chair, wincing and clutching his head in pain.
It wasn't a head-splitting pain, but enough to make GIotto lose his concentration.
"What the hell are those two - " G abruptly stopped when he saw his boss in distress. "Oi, Giotto, what's wrong - "
Rumble...
"-Tch, dammit! Are they trying to destroy frickin' the mansion now?! OI GIOTTO GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!"
Giotto didn't hear his Storm Guardian's worries since his head was ringing like a church bell - but not from his Hyper Intuition, which was a first.
"To prosper or ruin, do as you wish... Vongola Decimo."
"I have never answered to the call of the Sky Arcobaleno and never will again."
"... you've hurt all those people... I'll make you regret it!"
"... The difference in our strength..."
"I shall remove those shackles..."
"Decimo, give that Mare boy a scare."
When blurry memories in contrast to the clear voices flutter pass, Giotto was in more shock than he had been in his entire life.
W-what was that?
"G...tto..."
That boy... he resembled my younger self - Decimo?
"Gio... o..."
... Vongola Decimo?! What the hell -
"Giotto! Snap the hell out or I'm going to put a bullet through your skull!"
"W-what?" Said boss immediately let his eyes fly to concerned red ones at his side. He realized that he had stopped breathing, so he welcomed in large gulps of air to replaced the exhausted ones in his lungs.
"Finally!" G exclaimed, half worried and half exasperated. "You were - Giotto! Calm down and stop hyperventilating!"
He stroked circles on Giotto's back to help his poor friend regulate his breathing, both ignoring the trembling of the office and the increasing commotion outside. "What happened?"
The images were too quick that Giotto had to close his eyes in a wave of nauseous, and tried to sort it out. But even so, he didn't know how to make sense of what he saw - or hear. All of the voices were unfamiliar except for what he thought was his voice, but he wasn't too sure about it either.
"Nothing..." The blonde mumbled, waving G's concern away. "Must have been surprised by the sudden - wait, was that even a natural earthquake?"
"... highly unlikely." G answered, observing his friend carefully. Anything that revolved around his best friend wouldn't escape him, and he would be damned if he allowed Giotto to change the subject so soon after... whatever just happened. "What was that Giotto? You suddenly blanked out and held your head in what looked like a lot of pain."
"I should really stop those two," Giotto mumbled, then answered G in a quiet voice. "... I don't know. I really don't know, G."
When he heard the distress and... confusion(?) in Giotto's voice, he knew that he should drop the topic before his best friend overthink things. When Giotto overthink, then the entire mansion would be turned upside down - that was something he wanted to prevent as much as possible - even if this was the first time Giotto even behaved like that.
"Get some rest, you have been coped up in this dingy office for too long." G pat his boss with enough force to get him moving a few steps.
Giotto had given the redhead a strange look because obviously this man wasn't G. G would never let him take a break until all of the paperwork were finished for the day. He was the main reason why Giotto didn't try to shirk on his workload as often as he would like. (The success rate would be pitifully lower than finding a needle in a haystack.)
G, being the best friend that he was, understood what the blonde was thinking. "This is going to be a once in a blue moon thing, alright?"
"I can't just -"
Said man rolled his eyes. "You can skip one day, your paperwork would just multiply a stack or two."
"G, that's not a good thing."
"Whatever," The red-haired male pushed his boss/friend out and guided him to the temporary resting quarters down the hall. (The last one was destroyed last week and was now under reconstruction.)
"Wait, what about -"
"I'll have Knuckles and Asari handle the fight." G said before Giotto could even finish. "Heck, I should just throw Lampo in."
"Don't just kill off Lampo like that!" It was sad how even Giotto doubted the Lightning guardian's survival capabilities when it came to his Cloud and Mist.
"Tch, it would be one less nuisance though."
"G!"
"I won't, yeesh!" G shoved the blonde into room and slammed the door irately. "Just get your damn rest!"
He heard a whine, then a resigned sigh, and knew that Giotto had gone to do what the Storm told him.
G raked a hand through his red hair and went off to do what he had just said, as well as telling a maid to go into Giotto's office to clean up the broken porcelain and spilled tea on the carpet.
Giotto, on the other hand, finally had the time to regather his thoughts but it was only now did he notice that his intuition wasn't nagging him anymore.
"... Eh?"
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Vongola of the present and past didn't know what hit them several months later after the incident.
Because I can and I wanted to try a hand on one these Parent!FirstGen and Child!TenthGen fanfics too. Besides, if you know me from my other KHR fanfic, then you should know that I like to think Giotto and Tsuna as a father-son pair... which extends out to pretty much the parent-child relationship between the First and Tenth Generation so yeah... I made my own to satisfy my guilty pleasure. (I have debated about this fanfic for quite a long time now and only now did I decide to the heck with it all.)
P.S. It's almost a guarantee that the updates for this one will be infrequent.