I know I should be getting to work on my other stories, but this was just floating around and I had to do it before the plot bunny ran out on me.

Summary: In which Tsuna learns why Gianinni, Spanner, and Shouichi should never, under any circumstances have access to Lambo's Ten Year Bazooka or any other piece of time-traveling technology. He was too young to raise his great-great-great grandfather.

Babying the Past

"Now, are you sure you can fix it?" Tsuna, now 17, asked the three mechanics in their geek-ahem-man cave with a teary Lambo in his arms. Spanner removed his lollipop with an audible 'pop' and blinked.

"Yeah, of course, Vongola," Spanner said.

"Now, no extra modifications, alright?" Tsuna asked. "I don't want to get Lambo in animal form or an alien or whatever else, alright? You guys can do that for me, right?"

"Of course, Tsuna-san, no extra modifications."

"And he won't have an extra limb next time he uses it right?" Tsuna asked, sweating. Gianinni smiled.

"You have nothing to worry about, Tsuna-sama, we'll be done with it in no time!" Gianinni said with a smile.

Tsuna nodded and left with Lambo.

About three hours later, the three looked at the purple bazooka guiltily (Well, two as one was clearly emotionless).

"Tsuna-san said no extra modifications, but we got really carried away…" Shouichi mumbled. "Maybe we should undo it all…?"

"But all that work would've gone to waste then." Gianinni said. "I'm sure nothing will happen!"

"Yeah, the Vongola won't notice a few things." Spanner said, giving the bazooka to Mini Moska to take to the young Bovino. "It'll be fine."

Tsuna was about to go to bed when he heard a 'POOF' and crying. He sighed and walked over to the noise. "What's wrong now, Adult Lam…bo…"

Tsuna walked into the kitchen to see a small, blond haired boy crying and the present, 7-year-old Lambo looking quite confused.

Tsuna froze as the blond boy saw him, jumped up, attached himself to him and cried out "Padre!"

Tsuna was so, so lost. Reborn had taught (read: drilled into his head quite mercilessly) the Italian language, and he knew that Padre was father in Italian.

He looked down at the young boy again and soothed him before freezing at the clothes the boy he was wearing. They were all outdated by several hundred years.

Tsuna slowly picked the boy up and asked him just as slowly, in Italian, "What's your name?"

The boy blinked before smiling widely. "Giotto."

Tsuna's next action was to put the boy down and fall over in a dead faint.

When Tsuna awoke, he saw one angry Reborn, holding the smiling Giotto and three mechanics. "What happened?"

"Well, it seems we brought back your ancestor when modifying the Ten Year Bazooka, Vongola." Spanner droned. "Sorry, our mistake. We'll send him back when we find out how."

Giotto didn't seem to like this idea as he quickly squirmed out of Reborn's arms and into Tsuna's. "No! I'm going to stay with Padre!"

Tsuna blinked. "Why does he think I'm his dad?"

Reborn sighed. "According to records, Giotto was an orphan; the facial resemblance must make him think you're his dad."

Tsuna nodded slowly as if not processing this information while Giotto hugged Tsuna.

'POOF!'

The five turned their attention towards the purple bazooka where a young redhead sat. Tsuna sighed. Reborn pulled out his phone.

"I'll call Gokudera."

The redhead growled. "Where the hell am I?!"

Spanner blinked. "Colorful language for a kid."

"You shut up, where am I dammit!" The boy growled. Tsuna blinked.

"Uh, what's your name?" Tsuna asked. The boy crossed his arms.

"My name is," The boy mumbled. "But people just call me G."

Reborn frowned. "The mystery still lives—Oi, Gokudera, come over to Dame-Tsuna's house, you're going to want to see this."

Tsuna held his head in his hands as G took a gun out of nowhere and began to shoot at Giotto, who asked what his name was and the blonde boy took off running to trip over his own feet and fall. G stopped.

"You're pathetic. I like you, partner." G smiled approvingly, holding out a hand.

Giotto blinked before smiling and taking his hand. "Hehe, thanks, G!"

Tsuna sighed and wondered vaguely if all Storms got close to their Sky by trying to attack them first when the door opened and his Storm walked in.

"What's wrong, Juudaime—" Gokudera froe upon seeing the young redhead that looked much like himself.

G wasted no time and shot at Gokudera. "How come you never picked me up from the orphanage, you bastard?!"

Gokudera, not one to take this standing, took out several sticks of dynamite and tossed them at the kid. "Who the hell are you brat?!"

"I'm G, and I'm going to be the best mid-ranged shooter ever!" The boy said, aiming the gun at Gokudera once more. Gokudera froze.

"Wait…G?!" Gokudera blinked. "You're G?!"

G crossed his arms. "Duh."

"I didn't recognize him without the tattoo…" Gokudera mumbled he looked at Reborn. "What happened?"

Reborn jabbed a thumb at the three mechanics. "They tampered with the Ten Year Bazooka."

Tsuna groaned. "I'm gonna call everyone in here…"

Reborn sighed. "And if this is in order or joining the family, next is—"

'POOF!'

A high-pitched whistle echoed through the room.

'Asari…' the three thought as G glared at Asari and attacked him for being so damned noisy while the Japanese boy wondered what these strange friends were saying and only smiled.

Gokudera dragged G away as the redheaded boy, who was now calling him 'Dad' tried to shoot the newbie flute-player and Tsuna told Yamamoto he had to come over, the quicker the better, as Asari began to speak to Tsuna questioningly in a dialect of Japanese that greatly resembled Basil.

I have no regrets! :D

But yeah, Writer's block is on with Mafia Preschool and The Open Sky although I have Rainbow High School and My 'Tou-san planned, I'm also busying myself with writing a story with a new family that deals with Snow Flames a legit Snow Flame, a flame that no one outside their Family knows about, but I'm not sure about publishing that. Mostly because I already wrote like 60ish pages and I have no idea on how to divide it up so OTL.