This is a... I don't even know what to call it. This is just the idea I randomly got when I read so much crack and parody in both the Naruto and Harry Potter universes. I had to admit, it will be really interesting to see insane!10thGen in action. I hope I wrote this well.
Below, I have attempted different styles of writing for the characters. I don't know if I did well or not (I still have my other stories to work on). If I don't feel this can be more than a one-shot, then I will take it down and stick it somewhere else in another story.
Give me your feedbacks, everyone!
Chapter 1: What made them this way?
"I'll be right back," was the words Iemitsu spoke before Tsuna never saw him again.
As a toddler it didn't affect him somewhat. The naive child had believed fullheartedly at his father's words, and waited faithfully at the door each day for Iemitsu's return.
He will come back. Years and years of telling himself that it had become a mantra. Years of hurt and lonliness formed a mask that hid the real Sawada Tsunayoshi until the brunette didn't care anymore.
The world saw him as Dame Tsuna, the student who never got a single A because he never cared about anything. The cold, apathetic mask that drove everybody away from him.
Even to this day, Tsuna still had a little hope that died piece by piece each year. Slowly, he separated himself from reality and watched his life progress meaninglessly with a cool gaze. Unlike most masks, no emotion lay beneath the shell, and even if it was, it was buried so deep that it would take years of therapy to even get a glimpse of it.
On an unrelated topic, Tsuna was very good at handling groups of people with enough power (individually) to blow up a small city.
When he was older (Many, many years in the future when he finally became Vongola Decimo), people will ask, "Why did someone like you became a mafia boss?"
And Tsuna will reply, "Because I'm the only one insane enough to handle them."
After years of hiding from Bianchi and her poison cooking, Gokudera Hayato had one of his skills to perfection:
The ability to hide.
Oh sure, laugh if you want. But Gokudera really took Hiding to a whole new level. He can fit himself into any crevice, no matter how thin. He could stand in a room with nobody noticing his presence. He could break into a high-security prison and come out of it in an hour with no trace of him ever being there.
That's how good he was.
With his genius intellect, Gokudera can be very creative. In his childhood, he pulled pranks - lots of them. Ranging from spiking people's drinks (paticularly Shamal's) to stringing people naked at the top of the mansion (Nobody knew how he got them there). In the end, he was declared unfit to be the next head of the family, and his father proceed to find a new son.
It hurt to be ignored like this, so Gokudera pulled more pranks for attention.
Finally when he had gone too far (He photoshopped his father with the photo of another woman. It is safe to say that the red handprint on Senior Gokudera's face wasn't fading any time soon), he was kicked out of the house with a wad of cash and a ticket to Japan,.
He was sixteen years old when that happened.
Yamamoto Takeshi was a fairly quiet child.
He was his parent's pride and joy. With his chubby cheeks and round, amber eyes with silky black hair, he attracted many ladies cooing over him as a child.
It was not as if he was dumb or anything, but Yamamoto was always so freakishly oblivious that bordered on being unnatural.
He could always find some alternative reason to explain something, and most of them being so far-fetched that nobody believed him.
Growing up, he declared baseball as the King of all sports and then proceed to join a team. Problem is, he is terrible at anything else, so nobody wanted him on their team.
Imagine their surprise when Yamamoto managed to propel himself to victory and participated in three national tornaments, and managed to win them.
It was nothing short of amazing, and he soon became popular.
In the corner of his eyes, Yamamoto always noticed a single child that stood out from the crowd, neither cheering nor looking at him in awe. The person merely watched with a critical eye and said nothing.
Hm... Maybe Tsunayoshi-san was an alien sent to Earth to observe him?
Pain.
That was the constant feeling from his childhood. The sight of white rooms and needles and wires and knives... it sickened him.
Rokudo Mukuro was a very... ahem, unique child.
Of course, being the sole survivor of the Estraneo's experimentation, that's not much to say. After the hells and past lives and reincarnations he's gone through, Mukuro didn't even remember his own past anymore. Not when it got jumbled into the major mess that was his other lives memories.
But his very first clear memory was waking up in a cold operation table, with doctors looming above him and started prodding his eye which was feeling very painful.
Mukuro had no recollection of having a pair of blue eyes, but upon looking a mirror and see his red eye - with a kanji for 'six' inside - it was unnerving.
Luckily (or unluckily, depends on who's point of view), the last two experimented children beside him had left for the peaceful place that is Heaven. The scientists had gone to dispose the bodies and hadd left the seemingly unconscious body of their last lab rat behind.
Bad choice.
When they came back, the room was no longer the way it was earlier. No, it was filled with tentacles and snarling monsters with gaping black jaws and yellow fangs dripping with venom. Lotus flowers bloomed even without water, and things straight out from nightmares clawed their way out from the floor.
The scientists didn't die. Mukuro wasn't as kind to allow them the relief of oblivion, and driving someone insane isn't something the Vindice care about, is it?
So when the cloaked men in chains dragged away the Estraneo famiglia, kicking and screaming, Mukuro was allowed to roam upon the world without hindernace.
The illusionist did request for someone to look after him (a.k.a. his slave), and Lancia didn't even know what his family was up to. So the dark-haired man was free to go also, looking after his adopted little brother in the cold mafia world.
How dramatic.
"Let me bite you to death," the words dripped sweetly from his mouth. Steely grey eyes glared at his opponents, bloodlust raging deep inside.
Hibari Kyouya developed a taste for flesh when he reached ten years old.
He was always violent, attacking people from left to right. He was the raging little hellion that couldn't be tamed, that even his parents felt fear from. Hibari's father had thought giving him something blunt, something very difficult to draw blood with, would sate his son's urge to bash someone's skull in. Appearantly, he was wrong, he only made things worse than ever.
"H-heeeeeelp!" the thug whimpered under Hibari's feet. The prefect frowned, disappointed at the reaction.
"How weak, Herbivore. You are tainting Namimori with your crowing around." With a whirl of tonfa, the crack of the skull hitting pavement, the man fell unconscious against the sidewalk.
Hibari hummed, motioning Hibird to join him.
"For not putting up a good fight, your penalty is..." Hibari paused as he lifted the man up. The unconscious thug hanged limply down and did not put up any resistance.
Hibari slid a secret compartment from his tonfas, revealing a small pocket-sized blade. He eyed the clean steel edge, frowning slightly.
"I had it washed yesterday. Now it will be wasted on the likes of you," the Cannibal spoke gravely as if the thug had offended him.
With a flash of silver, Hibari had cut off both of the man's thumbs. Blood splattered on the ground as the thug's eyes jerked open. He screamed with pain as he saw his bloodied digits. Hibari didn't do anything except for picking the thumbs up from the ground and packing it into a box to be washed later.
"You have on many accounts murdered several citizens. You think you're a carnivore, lording over them all," Hibari growled, "The next time you assume that, I will eat you whole."
There was no doubt in his voice when he said that.
Chrome knew her parents would abandon her one day.
It all started from her first beating. His father came home drunk and his mother just didn't care. They had a fight and blamed it all on her. She was six at the time and could not have done anything to affect their relationship, but nobody cared.
Nobody cared. It was always Chrome alone against the entire world. She had to fend for herself, earn her own money, sleep in the neighbour's gardens. Everything short of running away because then her parents would drag her back, back to the hell she wish she would never see again.
At a very young age, Nagi changed her name. She didn't want to be what her father want her to be - a marriage piece to obtain more money for her family. She didn't want to meet her mother's expectations as well - a meek and shy girl that obeys everyone's whims like a good little slave. Nagi - no, Chrome, will reshape her own destiny in her own hands.
Chrome was flighty, she hated to be restricted or to stay in one place for too long. That was a habit from running from the police, who often tried to catch a little thief that steals from the local mall. She also hated bonds - she couldn't stop the flash of envy whenever she sees other children with their families. Secretly, Chrome wanted one too, but years of a jaded childhood had buried that far down along with her shy personality.
She was thirteen when she met Mukuro Rokudo who was sixteen years old. The blue-haired teen was travelling through Los Angeles (her birthplace) along with Lancia when they met.
It was a very long story including a cat, a near-death situation, a car, and a hospital. Mukuro managed to save Chrome in time, but they both have some injuries to tend to such as small bruises and cuts. But after that, the two are inseparable and completely loyal to the other. Nothing can tear them apart, as if they are a single person in two bodies.
When asked about her opinion of Mukuro-nii, Chrome would calmly reply that she loved her adoptive brother like nothing else in the world, and would pity the fool that tries to harm him. When asked Mukuro about his opinion on Chrome, he would grin and reply that he would want nobody else as his sister. When asked Lancia about his opinion on the two of them, the big brother would reply, "They are like the same person, but opposite genders."
After staging her death via illusions, Chrome is free of her parents. Forever.
Now for their vacation, Japan sounds like a nice place...
There was one thing that Ryouhei loved besides Boxing, and that is matchmaking.
When asked why, Ryouhei would reply, "It's romantic to the EXTREEEEEME!"
You see, when he was young Kyoko loved watching soap operas. She watched them day and night, and soon Ryouhei became engrossed in the romanticism of it all.
Ryouhei loved the look of happiness on a couple's face, and the satisfied flutter in his heart that he helped cause it happen. He loved knowing that he did something good in the world, had caused one more face to become brightened with joy.
Sappy, I know, but he's loving it.
Still, with all his efforts there was still someone he couldn't get to break a smile.
Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Dame Tsuna's face was always so depressed, it made Ryouhei's heart ache to see how much his fellow student was bullied. But he couldn't interfere, the people who bullied Tsuna was also threatening his sister if he did anything.
So Ryouhei was kept at the sidelines, seething at his inability to help.
Kyoko was feeling worried for his brother, even though she wasn't sure what was wrong. She did notice that he was paying some attention to Tsunayoshi-kun, but shrugged it off as her brother's attempt at making friends.
Then one day Ryouhei came home, blank-faced and emotionless, headed straight upstairs up to the private confines of his room. Kyoko started to get worried, though she didn't show it.
Upstairs in his bed, Ryouhei stared blankly at the wall, trying to digest what happened that day and the information that threatened to overload his brain.
The person who prevented his friendship with Sawada-san, who threatened Kyoko, was a mass murderer and had his thumbes - Hibari had sliced his thumbs...
Ryouhei withheld the urge to puke. He didn't know whether to feel nauseous or relieved.
He finally settled for heading to sleep, hopefully devoid of any nightmares.
Tomorrow, he would find Sawada-san and be friends with him.
Lambo's afro hid lots of things.
Food, weapons, hair comb, extra horns, the ten-year bazooka, underwear... everything you could think of.
Nobody knew how the little child had managed to do that, but he did. Adult Lambo retained that ability but still didn't tell - though his hair was shorter he had managed to advance his technique to hide things even in there.
The stuff he kept in there can be useful at times, like that spare nail just when the Boss needed to hammer something into the wall. He provided the hammer too.
Water balloons for a party, toothpaste for a sleepover, even a steaming pie straight from the oven (that nobody knew how it fit in there), and sometimes people as well.
There once was a hiker who claimed to be lost for fifteen years and ended up in there. He described the inside of Lambo's afro as "Dark as a cave, but bushy as a jungle". Lambo assumed that as a complement.
But the storage space that was Lambo's hair has its down-side as well. For once, many members of the Bovino famiglia believed that it was a leech that sucked away all the child's intelligence. Honestly, the kid won't shut up. His future self was more bearable than this, even though it sprouted nonsense such as "Vongola Decimo" and "Lightning Guardian" and "Reborn".
Finally, the Boss decided that Lambo would only be a hinderance and can't stand the high pressure of the Bovinos, and thought that the Vongola would accept him more as a family than a subordinate. They did start off as a vigilante group after all, and the Boss had no doubts that they would raise Lambo well.
Because unlike the crappy education they have over here, the Vongola is first-class.
You better be thankful, you little brat, the boss grumbled mentally as he prepared the flight to Japan where he heard the Decimo is in.
So, a Tsuna who isn't affected by anything, a Gokudera who can hide in the most impossible places, a Yamamoto whose imagination is unrivalled, a Mukuro who can use his illusions to do ANYTHING (and he has a god-complex as well, but that'll be mentioned later), an independent Chrome who's vicious as hell, a cannibal Hibari who's sadistic as well, a matchmaking Ryouhei, and Lambo who had a bottomless pit as his hair.
The only thing I could say is, "Poor Reborn."
He will never see it coming.