A marshmallow.

Pure sweetness with not the slightest trace of bitterness.

So soft, yet so tough.

Crushes when pressure is applied, yet springs back up again after.

When thrown into flames, it toughens; strengthens.

After which…

…it breaks down.

And Byakuran wasn't one to allow the marshmallow to toughen up and possibly harm his delicate teeth, no. He would ensure that every molecule of the marshmallow had been burnt to oblivion before moving on to the next one…

"Byakuran-sama, our preparations are complete. We are ready for your next command, sir."

Excellent.

~*~

"Gokudera-ku—"

CH-BOOM.

"Why you, stupid little cow! Just you wait 'til I get my hands on you!"

"Gyahaha!" You'll never catch Lambo-san!"

"Hahaha, are you guys playing a catching game? Count me in!"

"No, Yamamo—"

"I'm gonna win the game to the EXTREME!!"

"Noisy herbivores. I'm going to bite you all to death."

"HIIIIIIIIIIIII!! Hibari-sa—"

Tsuna tried in vain to bring order to the Vongola base while simultaneously attempting to flee from Hibari. Gokudera, too focused on his tiny black and white target to even notice that his beloved boss' life was in grave danger, ran with all his might to catch hold of an annoying Lambo, with Yamamoto and Ryohei following right behind him. Meanwhile, Chrome was merely sitting at the sidelines watching the war unfold before her as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

After running three rounds around the internal perimeter of the Vongola base and successfully evading every bomb thrown at him, aimed to, at the very least, fatally injure him, Lambo tripped over his feet and landed face-first on the ground.

"To-le-rate—" sobbed the bovine, attempting to sniff in the snot plastered all over his tear-stained face.

"I got you now!" yelled Gokudera, materialising a handful of bombs and throwing it at the cow-print suit-wearing kid. Seconds later, the bombs exploded, sending the 5-year-old flying in the air.

THUD.

Despite having an afro making up at least three quarters of his head, Lambo somehow managed to land on the remaining quarter, which was his face. As he smacked painfully onto the concrete floor, a purple cannon-like object flew out of his afro, along with a couple of grenades and hairy candy.

The grenades exploded all around the Vongola base, narrowly missing all the guardians. Smoke filled the entire room, preventing all seven from noticing the single rogue ammunition from the ten-year bazooka flying straight towards the centre of the room.

KA-POOF.

Pink smoke filled the room for a split second before it disappeared. Still unaware of the unusually rapid clearance of the smoke from having his eyes tightly shut, Tsuna continued swiping at the air until he felt a sudden rise in temperature. Slowly opening his eyes, Tsuna gasped as he found himself in a setting starkly different from the spacious grey room he was in mere seconds ago.

A barren wasteland met his gaze; scrawny trees and shrivelled bushes protruded out of cracks in the ground, which were the result of a severe lack of water. Mountains, equally barren, could be seen in the distance, though slightly disfigured by the heat that had already caused the young Vongola to perspire profusely.

Tsuna had initially hypothesized that he had been hit by the ten-year bazooka and had been brought ten years into the future. It was a rather decent hypothesis, with only one flaw.

All seven guardians had been simultaneously transported.

I haven't gotten down to writing the subsequent chapters yet, so if anyone has any pairing they'd like to see, feel free to suggest one and I'll try to add them in AS LONG AS IT'S NOT SOMETHING CRACK (e.g. Lussuria and the 9th boss/ Xanxus' Mother and Leornado Lippi).

Thanks for reading!