Hello!

This was a completely random idea that popped into my head.

This happens in the future, but not TYL. I think Tsuna's personality has changed a bit by this time, but if you don't then...

Tsuna may be OOC.

I don't own KHR!

Tsuna stared at the Vongola mist ring that he had asked Chrome for. Something wasn't making sense to him, and he didn't know what. His hyper intuition didn't help, because he couldn't sense any danger, or anything that could indicate that the ring was a fake. Leaning back in his chair, he tried to figure it out.

It was four months after Sawada Tsunayoshi took over the Vongola Famiglia that he finally found the time to deal with things other than re-establishing alliances, or meeting with other Mafia Dons. It was also four months since he had gathered all his guardians, and realized that one of them had no ring. So, the most pressing matter on hand now, was to get Talbot to make another mist ring to accommodate his two mist Guardians.

Talbot had agreed, and said he was coming by to pick up the ring. Chrome had given her boss the ring, after making sure it wasn't an illusion that Mukuro had made just to mess with Tsuna. Receiving the ring, Tsuna had wanted to put it in the box he had prepared, but found himself staring at the ring instead. That brings everything back to where we started. There was something bugging Vongola Decimo, and for the first time in his life, his hyper intuition couldn't figure something out.

Turning the ring around over and over again in his hands, Tsuna paused when he looked at the band. There was no evidence of the band being resized. That's when the problem hit him. If Mukuro and Chrome shared the same ring, and the ring couldn't change, did that mean their hands were the same size? And that would mean either...

The brunette almost laughed when he thought about this. He wanted to prove his theory, but he couldn't just ask Mukuro, and Chrome probably wouldn't tell him any of Mukuro's secrets, if it was a secret. Besides, they were on a mission.

No, Tsuna was going to have to go gather intelligence himself.

Walking out of his office and closing the door, he went to the Vongola Armory, which had been turned into Spanner's and Shoichi's research lab. The two scientists/mechanics acknowledged Tsuna's presence as he descended the stairs to the underground room by sending out Spanner's Mini Mosca II to guide him through the clutter.

"Need something, Vongola?" came the monotone voice of Spanner. Shoichi turned around from his computer screens and nodded his head in greeting.

"I was wondering," said Tsuna, "Since you guys deal with the weaponry upgrades, if you know Mukuro's hand measurements."

The red headed technician raised his eyebrows. Why would Decimo need that? He shrugged and turned to the screens, scrolling through the data he had stored on his computers.

"I don't have the exact hand size," replied Shoichi, "But the width of the staff attached to his trident is only 3 millimetres wider than Chrome's. There is a difference in the length because of the natural difference in body height. That's all I've got." Tsuna nodded, trying to process the information, and how it could be used in his theory.

"Would you like a lollipop, Vongola? I just made a new tuna flavoured one." The brunet smiled at his emotionless blond mechanic, but shook his head. He didn't really want a repeat of the pickled herring lollipop. Spanner just ignored Tsuna and got back to working on something that looked weirdly like a robotic version of Lambo. Shoichi followed his boss' line of sight and explained.

"Reborn wanted something to beat up." That was all the explanation the Decimo needed.

"Thank you Shoichi, Spanner." Both technicians nodded, and Tsuna left, trying to avoid the wires and robotic parts.

Tsuna started towards the interrogation room to see if Hibari would know anything, since he was the one who fought- trained with Mukuro the most. However, hearing pained cries from behind the closed door, he did not want to disturb the Skylark. Especially if the sounds of torture could be heard from all the way up the very, very long staircase.

On his way to the training grounds to see if he could catch Fran, who was visiting with the rest of the Varia, Tsuna bumped into Gokudera, who was just coming out from a room.

"Juudaime! I'm so sorry!" Vongola Decimo just laughed as his right hand man scanned him for any traces of being hurt. "What are you doing over here though?" asked Hayato, "The Varia are using the training grounds right now."

The brunet told Gokudera he wanted to go find the Varia's illusionist, and the Storm Guardian insisted on going with him, saying that the barbaric assassination squad was not a group someone visited alone. The two walked out the doors that led to the grounds, and were immediately greeted by 3 knives heading in their direction. Both Tsuna and Gokudera jumped out of the way.

"Shishishishishi. Looks like someone came to see us." Belphegor laughed as he pulled out more of his knives, ready to throw at the newcomers. Gokudera was now holding his dynamite, ready to attack.

"Bel-sempai, don't you think that's not being nice?" A faint 'Shut up' was heard before knives were whipped in the direction of a certain frog-headed illusionist. "That hurts you know, Bel-sempai," complained an emotionless voice.

Tsuna walked over to Fran, who was removing the metallic weapons from his hat and bending them, rendering the knives useless. He had never really talked to the younger boy, and this was probably only the second time. "Fran, would you know anything about Mukuro?"

The green haired French boy thought about it for a moment, then replied. "Besides the fact that his hair looks like a pineapple, he likes Japanese school uniforms and probably still sleeps with an illusion of a teddy bear?"

Tsuna blinked a couple times before answering. "Yes, besides that. Anything about his hands?"

"He sometimes wears gloves. That's it." Fran gazed into the distance. "I never understood why..."

Vongola Decimo smiled at the young illusionist, and then motioned at his right hand man it was time to go. Engaged in a glaring match with Belphegor, Hayato did not seem like he wanted to go, but he couldn't disobey Juudaime.

'Gloves, huh...' thought Tsuna as he and Gokudera headed somewhere else in the mansion. 'I think I get it now... Just a bit more information on Chrome and Mukuro.' Hayato looked at his boss' face, and almost fainted when he saw the devious look in the brunet's eyes.

In the middle of a mission somewhere in Germany, Mukuro sneezed. "Is something wrong, Mukuro-sama?" asked Chrome. Mukuro shook his head.

"Someone must be talking about me," the illusionist said, "What a fool. Let's go, Chrome." Mukuro started to walk away.

"Yes, Mukuro-sama." The female mist followed her male counterpart, and the last thing the victims of the Mist Guardians saw were two pineapple shadows moving into the distance.

To be continued!

This was and will be a weak attempt at humour.

Please Review, and Concrit would be graciously accepted.

Thanks for reading!

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