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Chapter One: Beware of Saturday Mornings

Tsuna snuggled into the warmth of his blankets, ready for yet another wave of sleep to wash over him. Birds were singing the Namimori school anthem, the sun was energetically blazing in the sky, and not a single cloud marred the brilliant azure sky. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Whack!

Correction. When your home tutor wakes you up every morning by hitting you with a hundred-ton mallet and your destiny is to become one of the most powerful Mafia bosses in the world, everything can go wrong.

"HIEEEEEEEEE!" Tsuna gave his usual high-pitched shriek.

Reborn, aforementioned home tutor, gave his usual self-satisfied smirk.

All in all, it was a perfectly normal way for Tsuna to celebrate the birth of a new day.

"Reborn! Why did you have to wake me up on SATURDAY?" accused Tsuna with a trembling finger.

"'Cause I wanted to," Reborn replied smugly.

The baby strolled away from the grumbling Vongola Decimo, happily humming 'If You're Happy and You Know it' under his breath as he thought about breakfast. Tsuna retreated to the relative safety of his bed as soon as he was sure his tutor was far, far away and began to drift into unconciousness once more. It was time to sleep... again.

"Dame Tsuna! Your omelet is yummy, thanks Maman." Scratch that. It was actually time to hurry up like his life depended on it.

After a morning complete with more hits from the Leon-hammer, several grenades thrown in his general direction, and a Dying Will Flame powered trip to get groceries for his mom, Tsuna was literally ready to pass out. Unfortunately for him, that was one luxury that he didn't have.

"Tenth! I, Gokudera Hayato, your ever loyal right-hand-man, have arrived. Hey Baseball Freak! Why are you intruding upon the sacred floors of the Tenth's house?"

"Maa, maa, Octupus Head, why don't we all just get along? The more the merrier, right?"

"Say what? I'll blow you up!"

"Haha, you and your fireworks."

"EXTREME! SAWADA JOIN THE BOXING CLUPB TO THE LIMIT!"

"Gahahaha, the almightly Lambo-Sama is here! Dame-Tsuna, gimme takoyaki! GIMME, GIMME!"

"Bossu..."

"You herbivores are crowding. I'll bite you to death."

Tsuna's face bore an expression that uncannily resemled that of the fish his name itself uncannily resembled. Who in their right mind would name their kid Tsuna? But I digress.

"HIEEEEEEEEE! All of my Guardians are here? Hibari-san too? HIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE! I'm going to get bitten to death!"

With a last scream of terror, he fled down the stairs where his certain death and destruction at the hands of a particular murderous prefect lay. His once pristine living room was already in shambles. Suddenly, a clear gunshot sounded in the air and all the 'crowding hervivores' looked down to see Reborn with his fedora draping his face in deep shadow.

"Dame Tsuna, hold out your ring," the baby ordered. Tsuna complied. Suddenly, his Vongola Ring begain to glow with an intense orange light and an all-too-familiar figure appeared.

"Decimo... An unexpected threat has arrived in the past. I need you to return to my time and help us sort things out, okay? It appears that the first holder of the Mare Ring has traveled himself into this world. He is already strong enough to defeat us, so your must give us your knowledge of the Mare Ring. Oh, and if you refuse and I die, you will become non-existant and the whole world will change," said Vongola Primo calmly. A Dying Will flame flickered on his forehead.

"Do I have a choice?" Tsuna muttered with a scowl. A gentle cocoon of shimmering silver flames enveloped him and the last thing he heard was Primo's voice asking, "Did I tell us that I won't recognize you and you'll be treated as a spy? Guess not... oops."

Tsuna awoke, for the second time that day, to birds singing the Italian National Anthem, an energetically blazing sun, and a cloudless sky. Wait! The ITALIAN NATION ANTHEM? The events of today's specially reserved hell-on-earth returned and pitifully, Tsuna groaned. Life sucked - the basic rule that all students of Reborn understood.

Climbing to his feet, Tsuna noticed with a jolt of shock that he was standing in the picturesque guardens of Vongola HQ 400 years ago. Not cool. A blonde man clad in a billowing black cloak comepletely unpractical in relation to the steaming weather walked around the corner and stared at him.

"Uh... hi? Primo?" Tsuna's body shook uncontrollably as he greeted the first Vongola boss.

"How did you get in here? Are you a spy? And what in God's name are you wearing?" Primo asked, regarding his successor with wariness.

"Hey, blondie! Don't insult the tenth or I'll blow you away," growled Gokudera who, with the rest of the Decimo Guardian, was awake.

"Herbivore. They're called clothes. Or is that word too advanced for your herviorous brain?" You can probably guess who said that.

"Guys, it's Vongola Primo!" screamed Tsuna, "Don't yell at him!"

Chastised by his beloved boss, Gokudera fell to his knees and hit his head repeatedly on the ground. "I'm sorry, Primo! I don't deserve to be the right-hand man of the Tenth!"

Primo chuckled nervously, reminded of his own best friend. Now that he thought about it, all of the other teens bore striking resembelances to his Guardians except the cow-child-thing.

Suddenly, a group of two hundred men wearing black jumped randomly out of nearby bushes. Their apparent leader strode forward and glared daggers and him.

"We, loyal men of Fiancata Family, have come to eliminate you and take your Vongola ring! Submit and we shall give you a quick death," cried the man.

"Oh crap, I don't have my Guardians with me now and I have to protect these random kids," Primo muttered. A streak of orange sped across the sky and amazed, he looked up. Lo and behold, there was that scrawny boy from earlier taking out one... two...three... trained assassins.

All the other 'children' activated their Vongola Gear and jumped into action.

"Kufufufu, how many have you got?" asked Mukuro who have convinently replaced Chrome, "I already have seventeen."

"Fifty-two," Hibari replied curtly and took out another ten men with one sweep of his cloud-flame encased tonfa. "Sixty-two."

Primo stared in shock and amazement as he watched seven kids single-handedly take out an entire legion of Fiancatas.

"Primo! Look out!" said the kid with brown hair. Primo whirled around just in time to dodge a stream of bullets. Then, the sniper fell to the ground with his throat encased in a steel handcuff.

"Hn. We're late."

His six Guardians stepped into view.

~Next Chapter~

What will Primo's Guardians say to the sudden appearances of their exact look-alikes? What will Primo himself say? To be revealed... soon.

And that's it! Cliff-hanger for now... MWAHAHAHA! Yeah, again, please review! Thanks if you did or are going to (probably nobody... :'-( I never get reviews anyhoo... JK, JK)

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Bibi for now!