Author's note
I will not include bashing of Nana or Iemitsu. While they will not be the best parents in the world, they won't be horrible abusive ones either. Also, Iemitsu will be a bit more involved in his son's life in this story because I wanted to try some things.
Also this might be a bit on the crack side due to the humour take on all27.


Chapter One


Sawada Tsunayoshi only had one dream for his future: to live an inconspicuous life and die peacefully in his sleep without any pain whatsoever. Perhaps, when he was younger, he might've had much more interesting dreams – like, say, being a robot – but that was all in the past. At this point in time, Tsuna was aware that he probably wouldn't amount to anything more than a disappointment to the people around him.

Hence the incredibly low standards for his envisioned future.

However, there was a secret he kept close to himself. A secret that he never wanted to acknowledge.

He wanted to be so much more.


"Dame-Tsuna did it again!"

"You'll never be a knight, Dame-Tsuna, so why do you even try?"

The other teens were jeering at him again. Tsuna felt like crying, but knew better than to show any further signs of weaknesses.

It wasn't his fault that he was born with an inability to use cistas like everyone else, or that he had a slower mental processing speed, or that he was extremely clumsy…

It still remained a fact that Tsuna was unable to access any cista, regardless of its type.

Cistas, also known as boxes, were the main source of power for everyone in this world. Living in a world constantly populated with threats, humans had become capable of using cistas to defend themselves and keep themselves alive. Even the weakest civilians were able to use a cista to keep out of control animals from attacking them.

Namimori, the place Tsuna lived in, used to be one of the most peaceful places in the world. However, everything changed when, about two decades ago, strange organisations begin to form. These organisations started to fight with one another for territory, and were later given the name "Mafia". As such, Namimori was one of the few places free from Mafia influence due to its strong defence force.

Almost every child dreamt of becoming a knight, and Tsuna was no exception. However, he soon discarded that dream when it became apparent that he was unable to use cistas for even the most basic of things.

It was rather unfortunate that a slip of tongue, the reveal of a dream long dead, gave the teens in his neighbourhood the chance to ridicule him at every opportunity. To put him down in order to make themselves seem better.

Tsuna hated it, but he had to admit they were right. He was nothing, an utter nobody, without the ability to use cistas.

As the other teens taunted and mocked, he couldn't help but think that it would have been better if he had never existed.


"I'm home." Tsuna walked in the front door and almost walked back out again. Both his parents were sitting on the couch in the living room, and appeared to be waiting for him.

"Tsuna, you're back!" his father greeted him cheerfully. Tsuna didn't even bother to act pleasant, eying the both of them warily. The smile on Iemitsu's face faltered for a moment but he kept it up through sheer force of will.

"Tsu-kun," his mother looked a bit worried. "Please come sit with us. We only wish to talk."

Tsuna debated the pros and cons of running off before he sighed and complied with his parents' wishes, walking up to the chair facing them and plopping down in it. He refused to look at them a he stared down at his hands, waiting for them to begin.

"Tsu-kun… I heard from the other parents that you were bullied again," Nana started cautiously. Tsuna didn't say anything and she pressed on. "You know that you can tell us anything, right?" Tsuna nodded silently in response. Everyone in the room knew that he was lying, but neither parent called him out on it.

"Why didn't you fight back?" Iemitsu asked. Tsuna's head snapped up and his eyes flashed with anger, resentment, and hopelessness.

The young boy let his gaze fall back onto his hands as he replied his father in an exhausted tone. "I can't fight back. I can't use cistas." His eyes flickered back up. "You know this. Why are you still asking me? Are you mocking me?" His tone became sharper with each word. Iemitsu and Nana exchanged troubled looks and Tsuna looked away in disgust. It was obvious to him that it pained them to have a useless son like him. Why they didn't try for another kid, he didn't know.

"We're not mocking you, Tsu-kun. We're just worried."

"Yeah, Tsuna! Did you know that you can still defend yourself without cistas? Your old man here knows quite a few self-defence moves you could use!" Tsuna could feel the forced cheerfulness in their voice, and suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore. For a moment, he felt suffocated, something boiling under his very skin, waiting to be burst out, but it soon extinguished, leaving Tsuna with exhaustion.

"Okay," he responded blankly. He was just so tired. He heard his parents try to say something else but ignored them, standing up from his seat. "I'm going out for a walk," he stated. Brushing off his parents' protests, he left the house.

Tsuna walked without any particular destination in mind, just wanting to get away from everything in general. Not paying attention to his surroundings, he nearly walked into a sign. He quickly backed up and looked around, praying that no one saw his moment of absentmindedness. Thankfully, he was alone.

As he took in his surroundings, he realised that he was nearing the west border of Namimori. He shuddered as he thought about what might have happened if he accidentally crossed it.

There were four main borders in Namimori – north, south, east, and west – and they were the four cornerstones of the power barrier that protected Namimori from the Mafia. It was one of the few things that kept Namimori from falling into the cruel hands of the Mafia, and while everything and everyone in it was safe, the same definitely could not be said for what lay outside.

Even from a distance, Tsuna was able to see part of the translucent violet wall that was part of the dome barrier protecting Namimori. Not many people knew who put up the barrier, but rumours had pointed to the Hibari clan that lived near the north border. No one dared to go anywhere near them to ask, though, so no concrete answers were given.

After staring at the border for a while, Tsuna realised that it was probably time to get back home and spun around to head back home.

And promptly smacked into a tree.

He fell back onto the ground, rubbing his sore forehead and inwardly complaining about his life. Just as he wondered if his life could get any worse, something dropped onto the top of his head and a sharp pain spread through him. He then went on to spend the next four minutes curled up into a foetal position, groaning about his misfortune. When the pain receded enough for him to have a clear mind, Tsuna immediately sat up and glared at the object that caused him so much pain. It was an old dark blue box with a faded gold emblem on it. Tsuna picked it up and brought it closer to his face, trying to figure out exactly what the emblem was depicting.

Apparently it had a crest with a bullet in the middle, and two musket crossed over it. Also, was that a clam with wings on top of it…?

Tsuna really didn't want to know.

There was also a banner below the crest, but the words on it were so faded out that he couldn't read it. Tsuna stared at the box for a while, wondering if he should open it to satiate his curiosity, or to just leave it be and not anger any vengeful spirits that might be trapped within. A minute passed and Tsuna could no longer contain his curiosity. He opened the box to find…

A pair of knitted white mittens. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He reached in to take them out of the box, wanting to examine them more, but once his hand came into contact with them, a bright light illuminated the area and he could feel himself being lifted off the ground. Understandably, he panicked, flailing about.

"Hiiiee! What's going on?" he shrieked. Something seemed to cover his hands, and the light only got brighter. Wait, were his clothes illuminating? He winced as they shone bright orange, momentarily blinding him. Also, if he listened carefully, he could've sworn he heard cheerful, upbeat music playing.

What the absolute hell.

He felt himself being slowly lowered to the ground, and the light faded away, leaving him to be able to take in his new outfit. A black sweater vest was fitted over a white dress shirt and an orange tie. His comfortable old jeans were gone and, in their place, was a pair of black dress pants. He felt a weight on his head and brought his hand up to touch it, trying to figure out what it was, and two more wardrobe changes were made apparent to him. Firstly, he was wearing a pair of black, metal clad gloves, with the strange bullet crest on the back of both hands. Secondly, he was wearing a long black cloak that was attached to his left glove through a metal piece with an "I" on it. As Tsuna stared at his new clothes, he vaguely wondered who designed them and wondered if they were aware of exactly how impractical they were.

Just as he was about to try to tug the gloves off, he heard a scream pierce the air. He spun around, heart in his throat, and, before he knew it, he was running towards the origin of the scream.

He ran through the trees with unbelievable speed and grace, until he finally reached a clearing in the trees. His eyes immediately took in the scene. A group of unfamiliar, hostile men in suits were surrounding a girl and a boy that were around his age. The boy had short white hair, and was standing close to the girl as if he was trying to protect her. His grey eyes flickered from man to man, analysing them and trying to find a way to break out of the situation. The girl had bobbed orange hair, and familiar brown eyes. Tsuna's eyes widened when he realised who she was.

Kyoko-chan!

Sasagawa Kyoko had been one of the few people that did not pick on him, nor did she ignore his existence. She always had a smile on her face and was kind and caring to everybody. She had also never called her by that wretched name, and actively tried to get the others to stop using it. She didn't succeed, but at least she made an effort.

Tsuna knew he couldn't let her get harmed.

Without a second thought, Tsuna let his instincts take over and allowed bright orange flames to engulf his gloves. Somehow, the edges of his cape caught fire as well, but it didn't seem to spread to the rest of the cape, nor did it adversely affect him, so Tsuna ignored it.

Using the flames from his gloves, he propelled himself up and forward into the air, kicking one of the suited men in the chest, sending him flying into a tree. The group was caught off guard as they stared at the strange boy with brilliant orange eyes, and the white haired boy took the chance to surge forth and punch another man in the face, instantly knocking him out. Orange eyes met grey ones and an agreement was passed through them.

Keep Kyoko safe.

And then they moved into battle.


"How did the Mafia get through the barrier?" one of the knights cursed as he took down yet another suited person.

"I don't know," his comrade sighed as she shot a suited man in the head. "But I think that's the last of it."

Just as she spoke, a column of orange flames shot out into the air, illuminating the entire area. The two knights stared at it, dumbfounded.

"Welp. I guess I spoke too soon."


Iemitsu and his squad had rushed over to the clearing when the radar showed multiple people using cistas. Having so many unfamiliar people using such high powered cistas was unheard of, and definitely needed to be checked out. When they reached the clearing, however, they found a bunch of unconscious men on the ground, and three teens in the midst of it all. Iemitsu recognised Sasagawa Kyoko tending to the wounds her brother, Sasagawa Ryohei, had gotten. Most of them looked rather minor, and cistas would definitely heal them without any problems, but there was a deep gash near his left eye that would definitely leave a scar.

It was the last teen that was the problem. Not only was he dressed strangely, but there was orange flames flickering around the edges of his cape. The same orange flames that had illuminated the sky just a while ago.

The boy's back was facing him, and he appeared to be talking to the Sasagawa siblings. Iemitsu frowned and moved to interrupt their conversation in case the boy was trying to turn the teens against Namimori, when the boy spun around. They locked gazes for a second and both froze. Something akin to fear passed through the boy's orange eyes, but Iemitsu had to time to process it. Instead, he was trying to figure out why the boy seemed so familiar. The answer was at the back of his head, at the tip of his tongue, but something seemed to be blocking it. Iemitsu opened his mouth, about to question the boy about his identity, but something else slipped out.

"You remind me of Tsuna."

The boy was panicking now, and was about to answer Iemitsu when one of the knights scoffed.

"That boy reminds you of Dame-Tsuna? Don't be ridiculous. There's no way such a beautiful, amazing person could be anything like that failure who can't even use cistas." The whole clearing went quiet as the rest of the knights stared at him incredulously, with massive amounts of pity in their eyes. He was obviously new.

Quicker than anyone could blink, Iemitsu had the man up by the collar, and was glaring at him. "Don't you ever talk like that about my son. Sure, he can't use cistas, but even without them, he's better than you could ever be."

"D-Dame-Tsuna's your son?" the knight choked out. There was a wet spot on his pants.

"Don't call him that," Iemitsu hissed. "In fact, you aren't even worthy of saying my precious son's name."

The wet spot on the knight's pants increased in size.

Iemitsu heard a choking sound from behind him. "I must go," the orange eyed boy forced out before his gloves burst into flames and he flew out of the clearing. Literally. His feet lifted off the ground and he disappeared into the sky. Everyone stared at the spot he once was in slight disbelief, and the knight dropped to the floor when Iemitsu loosened his grip.

"Who was that?" Another knight managed to ask when she was coherent enough to speak. This sparked everything back into motion and Sasagawa Ryohei animatedly answered her question.

"That boy was a hero, to the extreme!" he yelled out, punching his arm up towards the sky. "He saved Kyoko and me from the weird people!"

Iemitsu saw this as a chance to get more information and asked the boy a question. "Did he mention his name?" Ryohei seemed to ponder about the question for a while before he burst into a large grin.

"I forgot!"

Iemitsu face-faulted, but moved on to ask Kyoko the same question. To his disappointment, Kyoko shook her head. "Sorry, Sawada-san," she smiled apologetically, "he didn't introduce himself at all. He only told us to be careful, and for my brother to stop picking fights. Then, he flew off." Her eyes suddenly seemed to shine with a strange light. "Do you think he's a superhero who's come to help us?" Iemitsu was about to answer her that no, that boy was probably not a hero and that his background needed to be checked, but he was cut off by Ryohei.

"Yes, Orange is definitely a superhero! An extreme superhero!"

Iemitsu sighed as the two kids moved on into their own world with talks of superheroes and orange fire. There was no way he could get information out of them now.

Also, he had to quickly get home and check whether his son was home and safe. He didn't know what he'd do if Tsuna had been hurt by the Mafia that managed to sneak in, and if he would be able to forgive himself.


When Tsuna finally landed, he found himself more tired than he had ever been. He moved towards a nearby tree and sat down, leaning against it. His clothes shone for a moment, and Tsuna prepared himself for the same blinding light from before, but they thankfully didn't glow as bright. The light seemed to shatter and Tsuna found himself back in the clothes he had worn as he left the house; and orange hoodie and old, slightly tattered, jeans. Tsuna sighed in relief. At least he didn't need to go home looking like a weirdo. Even the gloves were gone! All that was left was a mere metal ring with a blue gem, situated on his middle finger.

Wait, what?

Tsuna gaped at it for a second before trying to pull it off. No matter how hard he yanked, it didn't come off. He stared at it in despair. Why him?

So caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice when someone materialised in front of him until the person cleared his throat. Tsuna let out his trademark shriek of "Hiie!" as he jerked back and slammed the back of his head against the tree trunk. The person laughed at Tsuna clutched the back of his head, once again lamenting about his life.

"Good evening," the man greeted with a smile. His blue eyes were warm as they gazed upon Tsuna. Messy blond hair, similar to that of Tsuna's framed the man's face, and he wore a black pinstriped suit over a white dress shirt and a black tie. A cape fell over his shoulders, brushing the floor as he knelt down to sit in front of Tsuna. Tsuna stared into soft blue eyes, mesmerised, only to be jerked out of his state by an amused chuckle. Immediately, the teen looked away, trying and failing to fight the blush creeping up his face.

"U-uh, hi," Tsuna greeted back meekly, still refusing to look at the blond man. The man laughed again and one of his hands reached out to cup Tsuna's face and gently push it so that he could talk to the boy face to face.

"What's your name?" the blond prompted gently.

"Sa-Sawada Tsunayoshi. B-but you can call me Tsuna," Tsuna stuttered out.

"It's nice to meet you, Tsuna. I'm Giotto. It's nice to see that the new owner of the ring is such a cute boy," Giotto teased. Tsuna blushed bright red before he processed the man's words.

"The ring! Do you know how to take it off?" Tsuna asked desperately. Giotto shrugged.

"I could, but I like you. So no." He grinned. The regal, mature air around him shattered into a million tiny pieces as he then proceeded to whine. "Do you know how boring it is to be stuck in a tree? A tree, of all things!"

"…" Tsuna said.

"I thought I was going to spend the rest of my existence there! And I couldn't even die! That's plain torture. Seriously."

"Just what are you?" Tsuna asked, breaking through the man's babbling.

"Hm? Oh, I'm a spirit tied to the ring. I'm also the one providing you with the flames. They're called, wait for it…" He grinned, pausing dramatically. "Harmony flames!" He threw his arms in the air and translucent fireworks exploded behind him in a show of grandeur. There was absolutely no change in Tsuna's facial expression.

"No."

Giotto pouted. "Oh well, how about sky flames? They're the perfect colour for the sky," he offered. Tsuna frowned.

"How is orange the colour for the sky? Shouldn't it be blue?" he asked. Giotto waved off his question.

"Nah, blue's the tranquil rain flames. Orange is definitely the sky colour."

"Tranquil rain flames…? Wha- No wait, why am I even arguing about this?" Tsuna gritted his teeth in frustration. "I don't want anything to do with it! Now, take it off!"

Giotto immediately snapped out of his childishness and frowned. "I don't think you should, Tsuna. The ring would be able to give you a large amount of power and protect you – I would be able to protect you – if you leave it on."

Tsuna scowled at him. "I don't want any power. I don't need it."

"Not even to protect Namimori?" Giotto questioned. Tsuna faltered a bit, but pushed on.

"Namimori already has the knights to defend it. Why would it need me?"

"The knights are not infallible. As you have seen earlier, if it weren't for your interference, the boy and the girl would be long dead – or worse. What if the next person was someone precious to you? What would you do then?"

"…" Tsuna glared at Giotto. "I see what you're doing. You're manipulating me into keeping the ring."

Giotto was unabashed, and even had to cheek to grin and ask Tsuna, "Well, is it working?"

Tsuna closed his eyes and sighed. "Unfortunately yes." He opened his eyes to frown at Giotto. "You will teach me how to properly use the… ring to defend others, right?" Giotto smiled at him with pride and Tsuna fought the urge to blush and look away. Stupid charming spirits and their stupid rings. What the hell was he proud for, anyway?

"Of course." Giotto looked up at the sky at that moment and frowned. "But not now. It's late, and your parents will be worried." Tsuna automatically glanced up at the sky as well, and his eyes widened when he realised it was already dark.

"Shit!"


Tsuna guiltily entered the house through the front door. "I'm home…" he called out hesitantly and almost got the life knocked out of him when someone suddenly picked him up and squeezed him into a hug.

"You're safe, thank god," his father muttered over and over under his breath. Tsuna's eyes watered slightly as he heard the raw emotions in his father's voice and remorse gnawed at his heart. How could he have thought that his parents didn't want him? His thoughts flashed back to the clearing, when his father almost killed a man for speaking badly about him. Slowly, Tsuna moved his arms and hugged his father back.

"Sorry," he whispered.

Iemitsu's brain stalled when he felt Tsuna's arms around him. How long had it been since his son had voluntarily hugged him? He couldn't remember. All he knew was that Tsuna had suddenly closed up one day, and neither Nana nor he was able to get through to their son. The more Iemitsu tried to force Tsuna into spending time with them, the more he withdrew. Could it be that Tsuna was finally opening back up to them? Iemitsu wasn't sure what brought on the change, but he was thankful.

He gently set Tsuna back to the ground. "No, I should be the one that's apologising, Tsuna. I shouldn't have forced my ideals onto you. You don't have to learn self-defence, or to even learn how to fight. You're fine the way you are, and your mother and I will always love you. We… just want you to be happy." Tsuna blinked, eyes suspiciously bright, but more open and warm than Iemitsu had remembered over the course of the past few years.

"Thank you, dad." He surreptitiously rubbed at his eyes and took a deep breath. "And about the self-defence…" Tsuna bit at his bottom lip, hesitating. Iemitsu smiled encouragingly, waiting for Tsuna to speak. "Will you… teach me?"

"Yes!" Iemitsu grinned and moved to hug Tsuna once again. The boy stiffened a little but forced himself to relax. To Iemitsu's disappointment, Tsuna didn't hug back. He wasn't trying to get out of the hug like he usually did, so Iemitsu took what he got. "Of course, I'll teach you, Tsu-kun!"

"Tsu-kun?" Tsuna spluttered out. Iemitsu immediately withdrew from the hug and apologised.

"Sorry, it just slipped out. You don't want to be called Tsu-kun, right?"

Tsuna chewed at his bottom lip as he stared at the ground. "Well, I don't hate it," he muttered. A beat passed and Tsuna's face got a little redder. "Call me what you want, dad. I'm going to bed now." He walked towards the stairs but paused for a second.

"I love you."

At that, he bolted up the stairs, unwilling to see his father's reaction to his uncharacteristic words.

Iemitsu stood at the doorway, dumbfounded. Slowly, a dopey grin spread across his face and he rushed to Nana to tell her the good news.

"Nana, our Tsu-kun is so cute!"


"D'awwww, Tsu-kun's so cute!" Giotto cooed from his spot on the chair. Tsuna grumbled and turned away from him, refusing to acknowledge the irritating spirit's words.

"So, you're not going to tell anyone about your new powers, right?" Giotto guessed. Tsuna turned back to face him and nodded.

"If it's possible, I'd like to keep it a secret," he admitted. Giotto grinned.

"It's fine. It can be like a superhero alter ego!" he cheered. Tsuna frowned at him.

"Where do you even get all these ideas from?" he asked. "Honestly…"

"Oh!" Giotto hit a fist against his palm, as if he had an idea. "You need a superhero name!" When there was absolutely no input from Tsuna, Giotto carried on speaking. "How about Vongola Decimo?"

"First of all, what? Second of all, why?"

"Vongola!" Giotto said excitedly. "It means clam, like the little clam with wings on our emblem. Well, technically it's vongole but Vongola sound much nicer. Also, like the shell of the clam, we protect the delicate interior!"

"What are you even–"

"And Decimo means tenth! The pattern on your gloves looks like an X. Roman numeral for ten!" Giotto bulldozed over Tsuna's words.

"Okay, now you're not even making–"

"So Vongola Decimo. How is it?" Giotto beamed, looking at Tsuna expectantly. Tsuna stared at him for a while before he sighed.

"Do what you want. I'm too tired to protest right now." He then turned over and tried to will himself to sleep, resolutely ignoring Giotto's rambles of catchphrases and poses that they were going to try tomorrow.

Tsuna could only hope that tomorrow wouldn't come.


Author's note

I literally cannot write a fight scene to save my life I s2g. Also what is Giotto's actual eye colour? (The general fandom says it's blue, so I went with that.)

So I started playing as Angelic Buster in MapleStory the other day and damn she is so overpowered (but fun to play). Also really weird because she's basically a magical girl, complete with keeping her identity secret and all. (They used the term superhero, though)

I'm not even sure I should continue this? It was just a little plot bunny. Ughhh.

And yes. This is really gonna be All27 because it is loosely based on Angelic Buster and basically every male character hit on Angelic Buster. It was hilarious (and also rather uncomfortable).

I want to write crack so much.

Should I put in the rest of the Primo generation? If so, how? Because I have no idea. Or maybe they could be tied to Tsuna's ring as well idek. I doubt I'll write in the rest of the Vongola rings. But maybe the arcobaleno pacifiers.

I wanna put in the arcobaleno. A lot. They won't show up in this chapter, because this is merely the beginning, but you can bet they'll show up later on. Possibly next chapter. I hope. If I even write the next chapter. (Also next chapter is where all the all27 truly begins. yay.) (What the hell would they be, though? Because being mafia is definitely out of the question. maybe)

Also damn do I miss writing in third person pov.

ALSO ALSO I HAVE LIKE A MAJOR PET PEEVE. Why, in fem!27 stories, do they change Decimo to Decima? Decimo is Italian for tenth! It's not a gendered title you can just change! Do you know what Decima even means in Italian? It means tithe. Like tax given to a church. They totally just changed the meaning to something really strange. (It seems like this comes from nowhere but seriously. I've been annoyed with this forever.)

(Well I guess decima could be used for "tenth" but I think decimo's just fine. I don't even know. Does anyone have an explanation please? I am an ignorant child.)