Hellos, my fellow Readers. Here's another one.

What is this, I don't even- I was trying to type a Harry Potter x-over when this spilled out. Whatever. Enjoy.

Beware the fuzzies. And OOC. Kinda cracky, I think. Am I sleep deprived? Where the hell did this come from, I don't- *frustrated sigh*

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The Tenth Generation Vongola had often been compared to the First, if only because - obvious nationality differences aside - they were pretty much identical. Then the First Generation had moved in.

Yes. Despite being dead for centuries, they'd decided they'd all grown bored in the Rings, and since none of them had any interest in moving on (except maybe Daemon, but even he stayed, though he got huffy if you asked why), they collectively decided to haunt the Tenth Generation, their successors in particular and the others in general.

They were greatly like to their successors. Mostly. There were things that threw those watching the Great Vongola Drama off, though.

Giotto was the most obvious. All his portraits depicted him as a serious man, and most of the things said about him that had been passed down confirmed that. Well, he might've been like that because he was the leader of a vigilante group. Now? Ditzy spaz was a better term. Thank any deity listening for G.

G, well. He was like a more personable Hayato Gokudera, except where the latter held a near obsessive-stalkerlike-puppyish devotion towards his Juudaime, G was not at all afraid to beat the ever-loving hell out of Giotto, who'd then cry and whine and cling to Alaude.

Alaude, for all that he and Kyoya Hibari -and Fon- looked eerily alike, couldn't have been more different in personality. For one, the Frenchman was, while stoic, extremely whimsical. Normally, at least. Every now and then, for no reason anyone except Giotto and Tsuna could perceive, he'd redefine what it meant to be bitchy. Nothing pleased him, everything set him off, and even Kyoya eventually learned to stay away (he'd originally tired fighting the man when he'd got like that, then quickly fled when the other merely spat and hissed expletives and profanities at him like an offended cat). The only one who could be around him was Giotto (who'd give him such a sad, bereft look he couldn't help but coo and hug him), and the only one who could calm him down enough to be his usual spacy self was Ugetsu.

Ugetsu and Takeshi had three things in common. Their sword style - which Ugetsu had half-founded half-cobbled-together -, their calm disposition, and their absolute devotion to their respective leaders. No one really looked any closer than that. Takeshi would get a really uncomfortable look on his face, and Ugetsu would smile, except that even though he was smiling you could feel the guillotine at your neck. The only one who was willing to be around him then was Knuckle.

Knuckle wasn't much different from Ryohei, really. He knew volume control, yes, had a minor guilt-complex, was a fair bit wiser than Ryohei and had black hair and a darker complexion. Otherwise, save for their different statuses as living and dead, they were too much alike for anyone to be really at ease with it, but no one really wanted to deal with that.

Lampo, well. He was a Lord's son -and later, a Lord himself- so his holier-than-thou attitude tended to clash with several egos. When he bothered, anyway. The perpetual teenager was very much content to be a lazy lay-a-bout, and the only thing that ever really motivated him to do anything more physically taxing than breathing were when Giotto asked him nicely and seriously (why the First Lightning Guardian couldn't refuse the Primo, neither would say. Lampo ignored you like you hadn't said a thing, and Giotto blushed, stuttered and hid behind his closest Guardian, and no matter which it was there was a shit-eating grin on their face at the subject matter), and when Daemon came after him with a happy-little-girl grin (you know, the kind with pink sparkles, and unicorns, and flowers? That kind of grin).

There'd been an almighty kerfuffle when the First-Second Mist Guardian showed up, about a month and a half after the others first moved in. Mukuro couldn't stand being near him ("he makes my skin crawl, and considering this body is an illusion, that should really tell you everything" was all he said), and Chrome was very much in fear of him. After the two Mists had kicked him out, the others of the First Generation surrounded him. Daemon was all prepared for anything, he'd thought. Anything except, it turned out, Giotto dissolving into a blubbering mess and clinging like a barnacle to him. The look of panic on his face had been photographed and copied.

Knuckle, Ugetsu, Lampo and G all seemed content to watch him flail uselessly as Giotto dampened his coat, but after a moment, Alaude sighed and untangled the distraught blond from their Mist. Then they'd all vanished into the Rings-Space, and the Tenth Generation all felt various tremors and shivers from the Rings, Tsuna and Mukuro especially, though Kyoya reported his Ring getting uncomfortably warm for nearly an hour. The First Gen appeared later, the Sun, Rain, Lightning and Storm looking largely unchanged, save for glancing warily at the Cloud, and the Mist appeared not long after, reporting that their Sky needed to sleep it off, tensing and fidgeting when Alaude nodded at him before gliding off. Giotto appeared later red-eyed and tear-stained, dragged Daemon off for almost the whole day, and everything went back to the new normal after that, save Daemon's added snarky commentary.

Daemon tried getting along with his two successors. He really did. One hated his guts and the other was shit-scared of him, so it was difficult and slow-going until he lost patience, threw his hands up and dragged them both into his mind. After, Chrome followed Giotto's example and Mukuro actually gave him a hug, though he went to shower and scrub himself immediately afterwards.

All of which made Daemon's later discovery all the more bewildering. How else were you supposed to react, when you found out you were haunting your own reincarnations?

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It had been an accident. Mukuro and Daemon were doing a mind-meld thing for one reason or another, and Daemon tripped and touched something he ought not have, and then the two of them had for a brief moment blended, and something broke. They found later it was the seal all souls that were put back in the cycle of Life and Death had, and when it broke, all Daemon's memories, up to present, were Mukuro's, because they were his memories because he was Daemon. The following conversation does not bear repeating, but it was basically rehashing all the moments Daemon-the-not-ghost recalled to prove this wasn't his successor absorbing a portion of himself, and Mukuro-who-was-Daemon answering for a time before they simultaneously threw a fit at the absurdness of trying to interrogate oneself. In perfect, same-accented, same-flailing-movement unison.

This was what Alaude and Kyoya walked in on, and when the First-Second and Tenth male Mist both flailed at them for help, Kyoya twitched for his tonfa and went to get the others while Alaude did his level best to at least calm Daemon down. Which he did, which was both, because apparently both of them were Daemon and one just had some Mukuro mixed in.

While Alaude was staring at them in absolute befuddlement, the Tenth Gen with First Gen trailing came into the room. The Tenth Gen came mostly to watch, but when the subject matter was passed around they started looking at their predecessors warily.

It was G who broke the silence. "Is there a way to check the rest of them?"

Mukuro-Daemon looked frazzled, but answered easily enough. "Not without breaking their seals, and that can't be redone save by some kind of deity. Don't ask if you aren't sure, just because there wasn't any life between him and me doesn't men the rest of you wouldn't have any between the First Gen and yourselves, it has been four hundred years. It's odd there isn't one between Daemon and I, though that might be blamed on his continued activity after death."

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Right. That's all I've got. Run with it, if you wish. Flesh it out into a story. For those wishing to adopt, except for emphasis on the whackiness of the First Gen, focus on fluff and hurt/comfort, I can't say I really have much in mind for this. You can even ignore the whole reincarnation thing. Just give me First Gen x Tenth Gen fluff, whoever takes this up. This is direct from my brain, I had nothing of this in mind when I went to type.

So. *clears throat* Review, review, review.