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"GIOTTO! WAKE THE HELL UP!" A voice yelled, banging on Giotto's bedroom door.
Giotto blinked groggily from sleep and looked up as he fastened his cloak on, glancing at his door.
"G…"
Thanks to G, Giotto had barely gotten any sleep. The man had been arguing with him about how the kid couldn't be trusted, at least appoint someone to stand guard, he might be a spy…
"Primo!" G growled when they were out of the boy's earshot. "Are you crazy, dammit? Your trying to get us all killed aren't you? You seriously can't believe him!" The man threw his hands up in irritation. "What's wrong with you? That was obviously a complete lie!"
"…G…"
"Did you hear his story? First of all, you didn't even ask for his name, second, since when did we have people in Japan, and third, even if this kid is in the Vongola, he SHOULDN'T. STAY. HERE!"
"G…" Giotto sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just have a strong feeling that this boy means absolutely no harm. Why would a spy think of such a stupid story? I think he is saying the truth…but it seems like he's hiding a lot. Also,
"Well, thanks for stating the obvious!"
"Haha, G, I've never seen you this angry since that time with Daemon." Asari laughed lightly, glancing at Giotto. "And plus, you know Giotto and his Hyper Intuition. It's never been wrong once, ne?"
"Well…"
"G, if it makes you feel better, I'll interrogate him in the morning." Giotto offered.
"You?" G scoffed. "The leader of the Vongola interrogate one kid? I think you should make Alaude useful and make him do it." G said, crossing his arms.
"…G…"
Giotto shook his head. G was way too overprotective…
"GIOTTO!" Said man jumped with a start as his bedroom door was blown of its hinges, flying to the other side of the room and hitting wall on the other side of the bedroom before falling on the bed, bringing plaster from the wall down with it.
"…"
Great. More repairs. Giotto mentally sighed.
"Giotto!" A very worried looking G sprinted in, looking around the room wildly before his eyes landed on Giotto. He immediately relaxed. "Oh. Your okay."
Giotto stared at his broken door and wall before raising an eyebrow at his right-hand man. "Why are you destroying my bedroom…?"
G glanced around quickly before turning to Giotto seriously. "I did it because I thought you were hurt or…something."
Giotto stared in surprise "…Why would you think that?" He said quietly, unnerved by G's sudden sombreness.
G scratched the back of his neck, looking away.
"The kid…he disappeared."
Tsuna felt…lost.
He had woken up in the morning, sore all over from his wounds (no different from usual), and very, very hungry. He hadn't had any lunch from the day before, not to mention dinner. Tsuna glanced out the window. The sun was still low. It must have been morning. At home, on a normal day, Lambo would have been waking him up…he would be smelling his mother's delicious cooking…Reborn would be threatening him to hurry up for school…Gokudera and Yamamoto would be waiting outside…
He missed it already.
Sighing, Tsuna stood up, putting on his shoes and straightening his shirt before walking out of the room.
The hallway looked different from the ones Tsuna was use too. It was so fancy...and the hallway was just so long. Tsuna had never been in a house...or mansion this big before. Other then the Vongola HQ in the future, but that had easy to memorize landmarks so Tsuna could actually remember...and Tsuna still lost his way a lot there. In this mansion, there was just...a hall. With many rooms. And a couple of paintings Tsuna doubted he could remember.
But he was hungry…so he had picked a random direction and walked.
And now, he was lost.
Wandering through the hallway, his stomach growling, Tsuna wondered if he should have just stayed in his room until someone came for him. Suddenly, he heard music.
It was a soft sound, like a flute. It sounded…like the type of music he sometimes heard at home. It was clear, Japanese traditional music.
It was…so sad.
Tsuna sped up, walking faster towards the source of the music, turning a corner before stopping abruptly. The music was coming from a room with a door ajar to his left. He reached for the door handle and stopped, biting his lip. Should he really be doing this?
Tsuna inched forwards and pressed his eye to the gap.
It was Asari Ugetsu, the first rain guardian. Tsuna recalled what Reborn told him.
Asari Ugetsu held his flute over everything else, even his life. But, once his friend Primo was in trouble, he sold his instrument for a trio of short swords and one long sword. He gave up something he held over his life for his friends.
Just like thought. Well, Yamamoto still plays baseball but- "A-ah!" Tsuna gasped as he accidently leaned on the door, forgetting that it was open. The door opened, and Tsuna fell forward, let out a startled "EEP!" as he hit the ground.
"Ah, are you okay?" Tsuna looked up to see the first rain guardian looking down at him in surprise.
He'd forgotten how much the man resembled Yamamoto. Tsuna straightening up. "S-sorry!" He squeaked, bowing slightly.
"No, it's alright." Asari smiled, putting his flute down before leaning down and taking Tsuna's hand ad grasping it firmly, pulling Tsuna back to his feet. "Were you listening?"
Tsuna thanked him and dusted his shirt, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look up.
"A-ah, yes…you play the flute?" Tsuna asked. He thought the man had quitted.
Asari laughed, making Tsuna look up. "Yes. Not as much as I used to, but I still do play."
"I-I see…" Tsuna raised his head slightly, looking around the room.
It was very…traditional compared to the other rooms around the mansion. There was a bamboo mat on the floor, swords hanging on the wall, the closet door looked like it had been replaced with a shoji screen. There was even a small table with cushions around it.
"I miss my homeland very much." Asari said, seeing Tsuna stare. The man smiled. "But, if I can be of use to Giotto here, I will be here."
Tsuna looked at Asari, smiling nervously. "Um…I miss my home too." He confessed, giving a little laugh and scratching the back of his neck. "And it's only been a night…"
Asari nodded in understanding before gesturing to a small tea set on top of his dresser.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Um…yes please." Asari nodded and gestured Tsuna over to the small table. Tsuna sat on one of the cushions.
Asari was very similar to Yamamoto…but he was more polite and soft-spoken. Maybe it was because Yamamoto was a athlete while Asari was a musician…
As Tsuna mused, the sound of boiling water soon filled the room. Asari came over with the tea and sat, pouring Tsuna and himself a cup.
"I don't think I got your name last night." Asari said, smiling.
"S-Sawada Tsunayoshi."
"Ah. My name's Asari Ugetsu."
Tsuna nodded, even though he already knew. He picked up his tea cup and took a sip before placing it back down again, watching the water ripple. "I…I have a friend who also gave up something important for me."
Asari raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I gave up something important for Giotto?"
Tsuna eyes widened. 'Oh shoot!' "Ah! Um…" Tsuna gulped under Asari's stare. "You left Japan for Primo, didn't you?" He squeaked.
"Ah, yes." Asari nodded, sipping his tea. "Yes I did. But, I also sold my old instruments for swords to help Giotto too."
"O-oh. I see." Tsuna muttered. That was close. Way too close.
"What did your friend give up?" Asari asked curiously, staring at Tsuna. "If it's not too personal, of course."
Should he really be giving out anything else?
"I-it's fine…he gave up a sport…"
"Hm? Is it Kendo? Sumo? Or is it a western sport?"
"Um…western sport…" Tsuna doubted baseball had came to Japan yet…
"I see." Asari smiled. "What did he give it up for-?"
"UGETSU!" The door burst open revealing a panting G. "Have you seen…" He trailed off as he saw Tsuna and Asari, both sitting around the table drinking tea.
"Oh? Are you playing a game?" Asari said curiously, staring at G while taking a sip of tea. "Playing tag with Lampo?"
"…" Tsuna eyed G's clenched fist worriedly.
"Um…Asari-san…you shouldn't really…"
"YOU BASTARD!" G yelled at a mildly surprised Asari. "WHY ARE YOU TWO IN HERE DRINKING…TEA? AND KID!" Tsuna squeaked as G turned to Tsuna. "WHY AREN'T YOU IN YOUR ROOM?"
"I-I was hungry…"
"YOU WERE HUNGRY-?"
"Maa, maa." Asari smiled, standing up and walking to G's side and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, G. He didn't do anything wrong."
G shrugged Asari's hand off his shoulder, giving the man a look that would kill any other man. "Tch!" He growled, storming away, looking absolutely furious.
"….hm." Asari stared after the man. "G's being a bit more angry then usual…"
Tsuna stood and stared after the red-haired man before looking at the rain guardian again. He stood up, bowing. "S-sorry! I shouldn't have left my room-"
"No, it's not your fault Tsunayoshi-kun." Asari said, turning the Tsuna and smiled. "He's just being unusually moody."
"That's probably because he went through all that trouble to wake me up." A voice sighed. A familiar man with blond hair walked into Tsuna's line of sight.
"Oh! Giotto!" Asari said in surprise. "What happened?"
"He knocked down my door because he was worried this child was attempting to assassinate me." Giotto said, glancing at the said boy. Tsuna blinked in surprise.
"Assassinate..." Asari laughed. "G's just being protective as usual, right?"
"Yeah." Primo smiled gently, chuckling before glancing at Tsuna again. Tsuna got a bad feeling.
"Can you come with me? Tsunayoshi was it?" Tsuna fought back a wince at the slight commanding edge to the man's voice.
"Uh...sure..." Tsuna stood up, feeling more then a bit worried.
Giotto smiled at Tsuna's expression. "Don't worry. Your not in trouble."
Maybe. The unspoken word hung in the air, making Tsuna bite his lip before nodding, walking to the blond. Asari sent Tsuna a reassuring smile.
"Follow me." Giotto walked down the hallway, gesturing for Tsuna to follow. Tsuna waved to Asari before following. Primo led him down the hallway before turning and opening a door, revealing an unoccupied room.
Primo walked over and sat on the chair next to a desk while gesturing Tsuna to sit on the bed. Tsuna gulped and complied.
The two stared at each other for a minute in an awkward silence.
"Who are you?" Giotto finally broke the silence, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, staring at Tsuna with a sudden emotionless expression that surprised the boy.
"S-Sawada T-Tsunayoshi." Tsuna stuttered, suddenly feeling nervous to be in the same room as his great-great-great grandfather...
Primo appraised him for a moment. Tsuna stared at the ground, hoping he wouldn't ask anything too specific.
"Are you related to me in some way?" Primo inquired. It took all Tsuna had not to gasp in surprise. "Some of my guardians believe you're my...son or something. Are you a cousin?"
Tsuna stared at the ground some more, clenching his fists. "Um, n-not r-really..."
Tsuna thought he Giotto narrow his eyes, but when Tsuna looked up, the man's eyes were as light-hearted as usual. "I see." Primo leaned forward a little bit, resting an elbow on the desk next to him. "Why are you here, Tsunayoshi?"
"I...I don't know." Tsuna muttered shakily. "I just ended up here...somehow." Tsuna mentally slapped himself for not thinking of a better excuse.
"Where are you from?"
Stop asking questions! "Japan..."
Primo sighed. "Tsunayoshi, do you realize that the Vongola has no people in Japan other then Asari and a couple of his friends?"
Oh, crap. Tsuna eyes widened. He was soscrewed…
"I want to know the truth Tsunayoshi." Primo said seriously, his orange eyes staring straight into Tsuna's brown ones. "You just appeared out of thin air in the middle of our meeting, and it looks like you'll be staying here for quite awhile too. I want to be able to trust you while you're here."
Could Tsuna really tell him? Maybe to wouldn't change the time line that much…but what if it did? But It might not...Tsuna shook his head, forcing the confusing thoughts out of his head. If he didn't tell…Primo would keep asking until he did, since he obviously knew Tsuna was hiding something.
He...had no choice. Even if he didn't believe him, either way he had to say something. Tsuna looked up and stared into Giotto's eyes again.
"If I tell you..." Tsuna sighed in defeat. "You can't tell anyone."
Giotto raised an eyebrow before nodding.
Tsuna took a deep breath and looked down again. Here it was…
"You probably won't believe this…but…I'm from the future…"
Silence. After nearly a minute had passed, Tsuna looked up again.
Primo's eyes were wide I surprise. "What?"
"I'm...from the future...150 years from now..." Primo's eyes widened further when Tsuna added the "150 years".
After a minute of two, Primo seemed to recover and gestured for Tsuna to go on. Tsuna looked down at his hands. "I wasn't lying before...I am from Japan, and I am in the Vongola. My dad really is in the Vongola too...and in the future, the Vongola has a lot of people in Japan." Giotto seemed to be staring at Tsuna disbelievingly. "The Vongola's become one of the most powerful families in the Mafia..."
Giotto stared at Tsuna, looking dumbstruck. Finally, he said "The Vongola are still in 150 years?..."
Tsuna was a bit surprised. He believed him. "Y-yeah...we have a nin- ah, I mean Decimo."
Primo stared at Tsuna for a moment.
"…I need some proof." Primo sighed, rubbing his temples. "I can't believe you just like that…"
Tsuna nodded. "You're Vongola Primo. You and G created the Vongola together. And…" Tsuna wasn't sure if he should mention it… "Your best friend, Shimon Cozart. He was the one who thought of the idea of creating a vigilante group."
Giotto stared in surprise. "Alright…I believe you." Tsuna let out a sigh in relief. But then Primo continued. "But how did you know it was Cozart? And why are you in this time period?"
Oh shoot. "Well, like I said, I have no idea how I got here and how to get back…Long story. Really long." Please don't ask me to say it…
Even though Tsuna told Giotto about the future, he didn't want Primo to know he was Vongola Decimo…
"I would stay to listen to it." Primo said, glancing at his watch. "But I have a very important meeting in 5 minutes."
Tsuna nearly slumped in relief. "O-oh."
Giotto looked up and smiled at Tsuna reassuringly.
"To anyone other then my guardians, you will be introduced as my distant relative. Since you do look like me…"
It was closer then he would ever know. "O-okay…"
Primo suddenly stood up. "Alright, then I'll give my guardians a quick introduction of you before I leave." When he saw Tsuna's anxious look, he added "I won't tell them about the future…" Tsuna nodded gratefully and followed Primo out of the room.
Eventually, after many twists and turns that Tsuna tried to memorize, they eventually got to a small room which held a dining hall, obviously for everyday use. Sitting by the fancy looking wooden table in the center of the room was all of Primo's guardians, minus Daemon Spade and Lampo. Alaude was sitting in his own private corner while G, Asari, and Knuckle sat together. It looked like Knuckle was trying to strike up a conversation with Alaude though. And failing miserably.
They all looked up from their conversations when Primo and Tsuna entered the room. Alaude narrowed his eyes at Tsuna, making the boy gulp in fear. He was just like Hibari…without the "Bite you to death" motto.
"Everyone" Giotto began, glancing at a now shaking Tsuna in confusion, who was now averting Alaude's piercing glare (it was near identical to Hibari's) like his life depended on it. "This is Sawada Tsunayoshi. He's from Japan, and will be staying with us until he's able to get back. And, don't attack him in his stay here." Primo gave G and Alaude a pointed stared. "Tsunayoshi, you've met these people, but they are G, Alaude, Asari, and Knuckle." Primo pointed each of them out. "Lampo probably went to visit his family, and Daemon is on an extended mission right now." So that was where that man was…Tsuna hoped he wouldn't come back in a long, long, long time. Primo glanced at his right-hand man. "G, take him around town today, okay? He's a foreigner…you probably want to explore a little, right?" He glanced at Tsuna.
Well, that was true…but touring around town with G…Tsuna flinched as the man gave him a heated glare, but nodded.
"I'll be going now. But G, I need to talk to you for a moment." The red head narrowed his eyes and nodded, standing from his seat and following Giotto as he walked out of the room
Knuckle and Asari smiled at him before turning back to their breakfast while Alaude continued glaring at him, giving him…Tsuna mentally groaned. Why did Primo have to leave him in the mercy of these people?
"What is it, Primo?" G grumbled, kicking the wall of the corridor lightly.
"I'm pretty sure this boy is trustworthy." Giotto sighed, glanced at the dining room. "Trust me. But the only problem is the fact that he's hiding something. I think it's big."
"Then why do you trust him?" G growled.
"Hyper intuition." Giotto smiled, tapping his head.
G stared at the man sceptically. "Right…Are going to head to that diplomatic meeting now?"
"Yeah." Giotto said grimly. "With the way things are going, it looks like there really is going to be an all out war soon."
Giotto was headed to a meeting with many mafia family heads. These ones were actually the nice ones, and Giotto was hoping they would being willing to start an alliance for the coming war.
"You've got guards? Are you sure you don't want any of us with you?"
Giotto laughed, patting G's shoulder. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself. I got my gloves."
"…right…" Giotto sighed at G's reluctance.
"I better get going." Giotto patted G's back before walking away. "Also, take care of Tsunayoshi. I have the feeling he's important."
Well, this was supposed to be way longer, but I still have one stupid gym exam left…who even cares about gym? -_- Stay tuned for the next chapter!