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Ages:

10 - Ryohei, Mukuro, Kyoya
9 - Takeshi, Hayato
8 - Chrome, Lambo
7 - Tsuna

*It's been three years since Tsuna's first travel to the past, but for Giotto it has only been one month. I'll explain in later chapters :3

Warning: Hayato curses like a sailor. XD


"Primo Meets Decimo"

Chapter 4: The Second Coming.

One month, it had been approximately one month since Tsu-kun first magically appeared into their lives, only to flicker away in that one instant before they even realized what had happened. When Giotto woke up the next day without Tsu-kun beside him, he had originally thought that everything had been just a dream, too good to be true. Until of course, the testaments of his guardians proving that the past days were indeed true, some servants were even looking for the young heir.

He sighed as he walked the long hallway to the conference room, he had expected the hitman Reborn would come to fetch him, but he certainly did not realize that Tsu-kun could go back to his time on his own. He wondered what made the child be so willing to go back so soon, they weren't even sure if things have already settled there.

Ah, that's right. He remembered Ricardo.

Or was it Secondo? That's what Tsu-kun called him, and for a while he knew. Ricardo might possibly be the one to replace him, he frowned.

Don't get him wrong, Ricardo would make an excellent Boss. Giotto just wasn't sure if he wanted to know if having a replacement would define him dying in the near future as well. And of course, it wasn't the fear of death, it was the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to fulfill his role as Tsu-kun's father.

He stopped in front of large oak doors, slowly opening for him.

"Good morning, everyone," Giotto greeted as he made a swift entrance.

All of his guardians were present, standing in greeting back to him before taking their seats again. He sat at the head of the table.

After the disappearance of Tsu-kun, their lives started to go back to how it was before they met the child. The daily routine of endless meetings, skirmishes, paperworks, just the mundane life as it used to be. Thinking back at it all, they never really get to explain anything to Ricardo, and they were lucky that he never asked.

Suddenly, he heard G curse, one of the papers he was holding softly wafted to the table.

Giotto blinked, he hadn't been paying attention. He slowly brought his eyes up to the face of his best friend, only to notice that G wasn't even looking at him.

"What the fuck?" G murmured loud enough for everyone to hear as he stood from his seat, supposedly reading a report. But instead gaping at something from behind him.

Primo then noticed the rest of his guardians doing the same thing, he slowly turned back to be greeted by the sight of a young boy halfway entering through the window. But that wasn't the catch yet, because this boy just so happens to look exactly like his Cloud guardian, except for the hair.

And for a while, the boy gaped back at them, eyes slightly widened staring mostly at the platinum blond at the far back of the table.

But before any of them could make a peep of reaction, there was a sudden sound of explosion coming from downstairs, the room trembled slightly. The boy jumped forward, running as fast as he could.

G tried to grab him but failed when the child ducked and rolled towards the door, slamming himself to open it before making a mad dash through the hallways. Alaude was the first to react, running out to chase the boy.

"After him!" G yelled as they all started to make their way out.

Running in slight panic, ten-year-old Kyoya wasn't sure if what he had seen inside the conference was an illusion or just his imagination. If he didn't know his father was supposed to be dead a long time ago, he would've sworn he saw him sitting at the far back of the table. He shook his head, he didn't sense mist flames so they shouldn't be illusions. On the other hand, it was impossible for them not to be as well.

"Tch," he quickened his pace, he'll think about it later, what's important now is that he must protect Vongola HQ from the enemies.

Turning towards the direction of the staircase, he suddenly felt awkward. The mansion felt a little different from how it was this morning, there were few bits of furniture and paintings that he did not recognize, although basically everything was the same. He shrugged the feeling off, jumping off the second floor banister when he reached the main entrance where the explosion came from. Primo and his guardians hot on his trail.

"He jumped off! What a reckless kid!" Lampo commented frantic.

Alaude who was running upfront followed after the example of the child, jumping off without hesitation.

"What the hell is he getting so worked up for?" G muttered under his breath, a smirk underlining the entire sentence.

Giotto smiled inwardly, he was tempted to expect the best of such chaos, but he wouldn't admit that loudly. At the very least, his Hyper Intuition wasn't flaring up.

Unlike the two skylarks however, they didn't jump off the banister. Instead, they just stopped there to survey the area, and try to make sense of the attack. The entire receiving area had been completely demolished, shards of glass and burnt pieces of wood littered the place, along with gravels of stone. Thick smoke covered most of the area, making anything barely visible.

Suddenly, they caught sight of Alaude's mini look-alike being thrown back by a huge robot-like figure.

"Kid!" G and Asari yelled to him because they didn't know his name.

Giotto looked for Alaude, and saw him busy fighting back against another advancing robot. From the looks of things, he's barely pushing the big thing back.

Three other robots were slowly approaching the kid, the rest of the first generation started running towards the kid to protect him. And just as they thought they wouldn't make it in time, a little girl who looks a lot like Daemon came out from the side, beating them to him.

She was carrying a trident twice her size, but as small as she was, she was still able to spin it around swiftly, calling out for her defense.

"Cortina Nebbia!" She stomped the bottom of her trident, and a huge barrier made out of mist flames shielded her and the boy behind her.

"That isn't gonna be enough, female herbivore," Kyoya rasped, getting up from where he fell.

"Are you all right, Kyo-kun?" Chrome turned to him, a worried expression all over her face. "I'm so sorry about this, it was my fault. I used mist flames to camouflage my body, I didn't think I'd be followed here."

"That's careless," Kyoya's stance was a little unstable but he could still fight, "don't get in my way."

Chrome watched him run to attack, and she knew, that was how the Cloud child expressed his thanks. She spun her trident again, dismissing the barrier as she prepared to attack herself.

"Genjū Gagaia!" Another stomp of her trident, and multitudes of black crows started flying about from the ground. They attacked the robots as well, dissolving parts when they hit. She panted, she's been using her flames non-stop for a long while now. She sat herself on the ground, she was starting to feel her body ache with all the cuts and bruises she didn't know where she got.

Suddenly, a robot was going to dive on her, she didn't notice her mist crows have diminished in number. She was also too weak now to use another Cortina Nebbia, she closed her eyes waiting for impact but it never came.

"Dei Hazan!" Waves of sword slashes made out of mist flames erupted from Daemon's scythe, completely shredding the enemy. He was standing in front of her, then he turned to look back, "are you all right, little bambina?"

Chrome's single eye widened unbelievably, the first thing she thought was if the man in front of her was an illusion. But he wasn't, if he was made out of mist flames, she would've felt it instantly. So then, how was is possible for her father who died a long, long time ago to be standing right here in front of her?

"Are you an illusion?" She didn't know why she asked, but she thought he might answer after asking her a question just now, right? If he's just an illusion, that would be too cruel...

"Oh, I assure you, my cute little bambina, we are not illusions," Daemon motioned to the rest of the first generation who started to fight off the other robots as well.

That was when Chrome allowed her eyes to wander, she looked at each of them. They all looked so familiar, but it couldn't be, right? How was this possible?

Suddenly, one of the men approached her, kneeling down to her level.

"Tsu-kun's papa," she recognized him.

Giotto smiled, "I see, so my suspicion was right. I take it, you're from the future?"

"From the future?" Chrome was confused, how could that happen? But still, it was at the same time, possible. It was the only explanation.

"We'll talk about it later, for now let us take care of this," Giotto turned to look back at the fight, sharing a knowing smile with Daemon in the process.

Another loud explosion was heard, as Kyoya managed to destroy another robot. He was thrown by the explosion, and tumbled on the ground.

"Kyo-kun!" Chrome yelled out for him.

"Mini-Alaude is really pushing himself too hard," Lampo couldn't help commenting.

"We better take care of this quickly then," Giotto entered Hyper Dying Will Mode, immediately landing a flaming punch on one of the five remaining robots, destroying it instantly.

"Two down, three to go," G also managed to take out one of the robots with his archery.

"Kuzuryu Kawakuzure!" Asari's rain dragon ate one of the robots, and destroyed it as well.

"Corna Fulmine!" Lampo delivered a strong bolt of lightning that instantly blew up his own target.

"Extreme punch!" Knuckles was the one who gave the last blow.

As the smoke slowly cleared, they surveyed the area and damage again, only to see Alaude standing in front of his supposed son. They watched as he knelt down, trying to help his son up.

"Don't touch me! I don't need your help!" Kyoya slapped his hand away.

That's when Giotto knew something was wrong.

"Kyo-kun!" Chrome's voice was reprimanding, as she ran towards the two skylarks.

"I'm fine!" Kyoya bellowed, steadying himself on fours as his entire body continued to shake.

Giotto followed by the rest of his guardians approached them, he waited a little before asking, "you two are from the future, right? Would that mean that you're Daemon's daughter?" He asked Chrome, the girl stared at him, then at Daemon, then back at him again before slowly nodding shyly.

He then turned to Kyoya, "you're Alaude's son?"

"No, he's not my father! My father is dead!" Kyoya surprised all of them with his outburst, not daring to look up at Alaude.

Dread started to creep up on Giotto, and his guardians. They remembered all the things Reborn said to them, that they were already dead in the future.

Giotto knelt down, it didn't matter if they were dead, he had a really important question for the two children right now. He faced Kyoya and Chrome, "I don't know what kind of issues you both have in the future, but I just have to ask you something important... By any chance, is Tsu-kun with you?"

The cloud child snapped his head up, and shared a shocked expression with Chrome. They completely forgot.

Kyoya then fished out something from his pocket, a purple box. He released what's left of his cloud flames, stunning the first generation, even Alaude and Giotto had to take a step back. The child's flames were quite powerful.

"Roll! Cambio Forma! Cirrocumulus Dispersion!" [1] A hedgehog with big spikes covered in cloud flames came out of the box, multiplying by a hundred at the command of its master. "Search for Tsu-kun at once!"

"Mukurowl! Cambio Forma! Misty Reflection!" [2] Chrome also released strong mist flames that was inserted into her violet box, where an owl coated in flames came out and multiplied itself by reflecting. "Please look for Tsu-kun and the others, hurry!"

Giotto didn't know why, but the sight made him smile. These children were quite the reliable little guardians.

Suddenly, Kyoya felt drained and dropped unconscious, he had completely exhausted his energy and flames. Without thinking, Alaude had picked up his son, carrying him in his arms. Chrome also fell down on her knees, panting raggedly as she tried to stay awake. Daemon approached her with a sincere smile, then she let him carry her.

"It seems Vongola's future is truly bright," Asari couldn't help commenting, the power of their children was such a sight to see. And now the rest of them just couldn't wait anymore to meet their mini-mes.

"Still, what were those things?" G turned to the girl in Daemon's arms.

"Gola Mosca, it's a prototype robot, a new kind of weapon," Chrome felt she was going to shrink from all their attention on her.

"So which family sent them to attack you?" Giotto asked, this might not be the best time, but he knew this was far from over.

Chrome kept quiet for a moment, "they are inventions of Vongola."

"What? Then why would they attack you?" G was slightly incredulous.

"Right now... Vongola is not in a good state..." the little girl trailed off vaguely, and they knew they weren't going to get the answers they wanted any sooner.

"And I bet that's already putting it too lightly, considering the fact that they attacked our children," Daemon was seething, and he struggled to control his temper. They all needed to calm down.

Unfortunately they didn't get a chance to do so when another explosion was heard, it came from outside the mansion and was very near.

"What is it this time?" Lampo whined, as he followed after Giotto and the rest of the guardians, they didn't even get the chance to put the kids down somewhere safe.

Once outside a couple of Mukurowls and Rolls returned to their owners, they must've found another child where the explosion came from. But the box weapons had not enough flame in them to fight since the technique was only for reproduction for easier search. This allowed Chrome to gain a little bit of her Mist flames back, giving her the energy to scream when she saw the person Roll and Mukurowl found, and couldn't help. "Haya-kun!"

Nine-year-old Hayato was gliding though the skies, firmly standing on a Storm disk. He was barely dodging the attack of the robots but he will not be thrown off, he was consistently firing his flame arrow switching from various cartridges.

"Multitudes of Flame Thunder!" [3] An attack combining Storm, Lightning and Cloud attributes, he released countless barrages of red lightning, eliminating five Moscas. But there were still three remaining left, he then summoned his box weapon. "Uri! Cambio Forma! Storm Leopard!" He released a great magnitude of Sun flames to make Uri grow big enough for him to ride.

"Haya-kun's a genius... he commands five flame attributes..." Chrome muttered unconsciously as she watched in complete awe as the bomber fire a rain cartridge to freeze the three remaining Moscas in place as he struck them with another Multitudes of Flame Thunder.

"And that's G's son, am I right?" Lampo was the one who confirmed.

Chrome merely nodded.

Suddenly they all heard a creepy cheer coming from the forest, "kufufu... as expected from Tsu-kun's right hand-dog. You defeated all of them and you didn't even need my help," it was a mini-Daemon so to speak. A few Mukurowls and Rolls floating around him.

"Onii-chan," they heard Chrome mumble, she was beginning to become really quiet, but why, shouldn't she be excited of her brother's appearance? Daemon on the other hand, was all smiles and had sparkles in his eyes. Not only did he have a daughter, but also a son! Oh, such wonderful joy!

"Yes, and that's the difference between you and me, you fucking idiot." Hayato landed with Uri, approaching the other boy.

"Definitely G's son." Lampo uttered deadpanned, and everyone else nodded, except for Alaude and G who developed a tick.

"Oya? So mean... but don't worry, I understand that everything you say is the exact opposite of how you truly feel, little doggie-chan," mini-Daemon continued to infuriate him.

"What did you say, you pineapple-freak? I oughta shove a dynamite up your ass!" Hayato continued his tirade, completely oblivious of the first generation who were all quite displeased with his language.

"G... of all the things, you had to teach your son that?" Daemon was the one who reprimanded the first generation storm.

"I agree, you're already bad enough on your own," Lampo nodded mockingly.

"Would you all just shut up!" G's sudden outburst had finally attracted the attention of the other two children.

"Oya...? What do you think you're doing, Chrome?" Mukuro asked his little sister, determined not to meet his father's gaze.

"They're not illusions..." Chrome clarified, "we seemed to have traveled into the past."

"That's not what I'm asking, get off of that man right now," the mini-Daemon was obviously gritting his teeth.

"I'm sorry, Onii-sama, but..." the sudden change of honorific when she addressed her brother was quickly noticed by the first generation. Daemon slowly set her down, feeling sudden dread at his 'supposed' son's actions.

"It doesn't matter, just come here," Mukuro was quick to cut her off every chance he gets, he trembled as he clutched his fists.

But Chrome didn't heed him, and instead she even tugged on the pants of their father, silently asking for help. Daemon, being the understanding father that he was, turned to his son. "Nufufu... is there something wrong, my dear child?"

"Yes, the mere sight of you disgusts me, release my sister right now." Mukuro spat, then turned to Hayato as an afterthought occurred to him, and asked him in a softer tone, "do I laugh like that? I hope I don't laugh like that."

"You laugh like that," Hayato replied deadpanned.

"Damn it," Mukuro cursed as he turned his attention back at his 'supposedly deceased' father, and glared.

Daemon glared back, he didn't know what happened in the future, but he doesn't like the way his son said those things to his face. He was also quite disappointed, and for some reason, something was churning from deep down his gut.

Suddenly, Hayato exclaimed. "Ah! Kyoya! What the fuck?‼"

Alaude merely blinked at him after he called for his son, which stirred Kyoya from his sleep. The cloud child opened his eyes, and when he found himself in his father's arms, he quickly swatted him away. Kyoya stumbled but immediately got on his feet, running towards the other two children, taking his position behind Mukuro. He glared at his feet, ashamed at being caught weak and off-guard.

"Kufufu, finally you joined us, Birdie-chan~" Mukuro greeted him, before turning back to Chrome, "now for you, Chrome. Come here."

Chrome lowered her head, gripping tighter at Daemon's pants. "...I want to... stay here with them... onii-sama..."

"Don't elude yourself with some cheap illusion, Chrome. It's true that they are alive here in the past, but nothing will be changed when we go back to our time. They will still be dead," Mukuro tried to keep calm, making sure he doesn't sound too angry.

"Even so, I... I want to be with Papa... while we're still here," Chrome's voice was meek and quiet, but it was still clear. She wanted to be with her father.

And for once Mukuro didn't know how to say no, he understood how much his sister wanted to meet their father, her knew he didn't have the right to take this chance away from her. This couldn't happen again. His eyes softened in defeat, but then he was surprised by the words coming out of Hayato's mouth.

"Fucking stupid," the young storm glared deathly daggers to his father's direction, his entire form trembling with anger his little body could barely contain. He was seething, hands clenched tightly about to bleed, teeth grinding in screech. He was definitely seeing red.

G frowned at that, it didn't take a genius to figure his son was furious at him, but of course there was no way for him to know why. "The hell is your problem, brat?"

"Guhh, you! You're my problem, you fucking asshole‼ Why are you still alive?" Small sparks of red lightning emitted from his figure, Hayato was near to raging.

"But you already know the answer to that, don't you, you damn brat? It's because you're in the past... and here I thought you were supposed to be smart," G scoffed. He knew he shouldn't rile him up any more, but he'd be damned if he didn't teach his son some manners.

"Why you, fucking... —just fucking die already‼" Hayato growled, letting out as much anger as he could possibly muster.

"Why the hell are you so mad?" Apparently, G isn't as patient himself.

"Because you killed my mother!"

To say G was stunned speechless was an understatement, everyone else were completely shocked, dumbfounded even.

"It was you... it was all because of you... —Shit! I hate you! I fucking hate you with every fiber of my being‼ I hate you so much I want to stab myself and rip my veins out, so I could rid myself of that horrid blood of yours!" Hayato was shaking, he was shaking in so much anger, he swore he'd cry any moment now. But he won't, not in front of that bastard-of-a-father of his!

G didn't know what to say, he knew he had a temper, but to see his son like this, hell-bent against him was just too much. He watched the child panted after all the shouting he did, clearly he was already trembling, eyes starting to tear.

"If only you weren't alive... you were gonna die anyway, why didn't you die sooner? You could've spared mom all the pain and suffering! ...I mean, just who the fuck were you kidding? Making a family in the mafia? Screw you‼" It was at this point when tears started to run down Hayato's cheeks, but he went on, "what the fuck were you thinking...? Did you have any idea what you put us through?‼ —Of course, you didn't! You died!"

It was then that Giotto felt he understood something about the boy, clearly he was broken. And they were the one's responsible for it, not G alone. He looked at Alaude's and Daemon's sons, both of them kept their heads down.

"You... and all of Vongola, I hate all of you! You should all just die!" The storm child drew a shaky breath, "die... just go die, or I'll kill you..."

"If you kill him, you'll cause a Time Paradox and you might never be born," for the first time someone interrupted the raging storm, it was Mukuro. "In as much as I hate my father the same way, I wish to continue existing... It's not worth it anymore anyway, they're already dead in our time."

"No, you're wrong... my life is but a little sacrifice if I could save my mother from ever meeting that fucking bastard," Hayato sneered, disgust lacing his voice. "Besides, I'd rather never be born than to go on living as his son."

Mukuro sighed, "fine then, I don't really care. But we'll hold you responsible for this."

Hayato smirked, stretching his left arm as he summoned a great volume of Storm flames, targeting his father, "Tornado Flame Arrow!"

Asari moved upfront to defend them, but someone else beat him to it.

"Sakamaku Ame!" It was a boy with black hair holding a wooden katana, "ahahaha! That was dangerous, 'Dera! You could've hurt someone!"

Asari almost felt his heart stop, he knew that laugh, that was his laugh!

"You stupid baseball freak! I was trying to kill someone with that!" Hayato yelled out in frustration, pointing his finger behind him, "do you even know who it is that you're defending?"

The first generation rain waited in baited breath as his son turn to look back at him, and for a while, everything fell in slow motion. Because just like the rest of the previous kids, this one looked exactly like a carbon copy of him. He was brought out of his thoughts, as the child openly gaped at him, dropping his katana.

"Thanks for protecting us, little one. I almost had to drew my sword if you didn't make it in time," Asari smiled as gently as he could, reaching out to the young rain. But the kid evaded him, falling on his butt before scrambling to grab his katana, and running behind Hayato.

"What's going on? That man! He looks exactly like my father!" Takeshi exclaimed, clutching his katana in front of his chest, while his other hand held Hayato by the shoulder.

"That's because he is your father, you moron!" Hayato fumed, turning to look back at the taller boy who kept a hand on him.

"Ehhh~?‼" Takeshi was abruptly stopped by what he saw on Hayato's face, "ne, 'Dera? Were you crying?"

Hayato shrugged his hand off, turning to briskly brush his face with his sleeve, "no, of course not!"

"What happened?" Takeshi turned to look at Mukuro for answers.

"Kufufu... we got transported in the past, and Hayato was in the middle of attempting to kill his father when you showed up... You should've come earlier to witness his tirade, it was so overly dramatic I honestly wanted to barf," the young Mist snickered.

"What did you say, you fucking pineapple?‼" Hayato tried to pounce on him, only to e held back by Takeshi.

"Is that true? But if you kill your father in this timeline, you could disappear," Takeshi frowned.

"Who cares about my life? It's mine, so I can do anything I want with it!" Hayato continued to struggle.

"What are you talking about? We all care about you, 'Dera." The young rain tried to calm him down, turning to the mist and cloud for confirmation, "right?"

"Really? We do? Do we really have to?" Mukuro feigned confusion.

Takeshi pouted at him.

While Hayato cursed, "I fucking hate you."

"Must you really have that word on your every sentence?" Mukuro frowned at him, deliberately changing the topic, all the while completely ignoring their fathers and acting as if they were never there.

"I'm going to fucking say, whatever I fucking want, whenever I fucking want to!" Hayato yelled at his face.

"Oya? You're only proving to be worse than your father now," Mukuro sneered.

"Don't you fucking compare me to that fucking bastard! At least, I don't laugh like a fucking creep!" Hayato just cursed to no end.

Mukuro was ticked, and was about to retort when Takeshi suddenly replied for him.

"Eh? Is my laugh really that creepy?" The little rain didn't even realize that Hayato meant Mukuro's 'kufufu.'

It was then Hayato's turn to get a tick, "I wasn't talking to you, moron!"

Their childish argument was cut abruptly when they heard a melodious laugh, it came from Giotto. All eyes looked at him, as he continued to hold his stomach trying to tone down his mirth. He wiped a tear from too much laughing, "ahahaha! I'm sorry, you boys were just too cute!"

"You're Bocchan's father," [4] Hayato acknowledged him with a slight bow.

"Eh? Is that what you call Tsu-kun? How cute," Giotto tried to approach them, but with every step he took, the kids would take a step back. "I'm not gonna hurt you kids, you know."

"Thank you, you've done enough damage," Mukuro spat, turning to his back to walk away. Kyoya, Hayato and Takeshi following suit.

Giotto resisted the urge to sigh, "look, you kids can stay here with us, Tsu-kun also stayed with us the last time he was here. Also, maybe, we can talk about all those things that happened to you, and you'll never know, maybe we can do something to change that."

"No way in hell am I staying in the same vicinity as that bastard," Hayato was the one who answered, making sure to keep his distance.

"And there's nothing we'd like to change in the past, those things made us who we are now... Besides, we're all better off without any of you," Mukuro continued to walk, not even bothering to look back.

"But onii-sama... please, let's just stay here," that's when they remembered Chrome was still clinging onto her father's pants.

Mukuro sighed before turning to give his sister a stern stare, "you are free to stay here if you want, Chrome. But you can't make us stay with you... stand by your decision, and be responsible for it, on your own."

Chrome didn't speak anymore after that.

"Don't worry, Chrome. We'll only be looking for Tsu-kun, and after we find him, he'll be the one to decide," Takeshi smiled and tried to reassure her. He walked a little closer, and spoke in a lower softer tone, "also, you gotta give those guys some time... you know."

"Keshi-kun," Chrome understood, but she didn't really wanna be separated from them. Still, she wouldn't force them.

"We understand, please just be careful, all right?" Giotto responded for the rest of the first generation.

"Uhh, uhmm..." Takeshi nodded, remaining a little wary. He turned away from them, glancing towards his father before running off. However, he wasn't even far enough to separate when a huge bolt of green lightning erupted from the foot of the mountain. Instantly, they knew who that was.

"Lambo!" Hayato paused, and summoned his storm flames again, "Uri! Cambio Forma! Storm Leopard!" Then he looked at Takeshi, "hurry up, baseball-freak! Let's go!"

Mukuro, on the other hand, already coated himself of mist flames and promptly disappeared.

Kyoya stopped in front of them, "can you fly?"

"Only me, and Daemon," Giotto was the one who answered.

"Roll, Cambio Forma!" Kyoya summoned his Cloud Hedgehog, huge boulders containing spikes, "get on." With that, he jumped on one of the Rolls, leading the way following after Uri.

The first generation didn't have a hard time balancing themselves on top of the boulders, well except for Lampo. And silently they were thankful to the little skylark since they didn't have to run. When they arrived near the area, they had to stop because numerous lightning bolts were striking the vicinity.

"Watch it, you stupid cow!" Hayato was the first one there, and they all witnessed how the last Mosca exploded after being hit by green lightning.

"What took you guys so long?‼ Where have you all been?" Eight-year-old Lambo was frantic.

"We all had our own battles, of course! Now, what happened to you? You're covered in blood!" Hayato jumped off Uri and ran to him.

"Are you all right, Lambo?" Takeshi was right behind Hayato, as well as everyone else, the Rolls were already landing.

"It's not my blood," Lambo started to tear, shaking in fear.

"What do you mean, it's not yours?" Hayato felt his blood run cold.

"Tsu-kun took a bullet for me!" Lambo cried, tears and snot steadily running down his face.

"What?‼ How could you let that happen? You're the guardian, you're supposed to be the one protecting him‼" Hayato raised a fist to punch him, but someone held him back. It was Giotto.

"Little one, could you please tell us where Tsu-kun is now?" Primo's voice was as calm as ever, but everyone knew he was the one most affected by what he heard.

"He's inside that cave, Ryo-nii's trying to heal him," Lambo's voice was hoarse, he pointed to them the direction of the cave.

"I see, so you were the one left out here to stand guard, right?" Giotto ruffled his hair, "thank you, you did a great job."

Primo then turned to Knuckles, "let's go!"

Knuckled nodded and followed after him.

"I'll deal with you later," Hayato parted with a threat.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Tsuna's gonna be all right," Takeshi gave him a sorry smile before running after the storm.

Seeing Kyoya and Mukuro run towards the cave as well, Chrome opted to stay with Lambo. She knelt down and hugged him, "it's all right, Lambo. We're here now... we'll be fine now..."

And that was when Lambo knew he was finally allowed to lose his calm, he wailed.

Asari, G, Lampo, Daemon and Alaude watched them in silence, just what the hell was happening in the future?


AN:

1.) "Cirrocumulus Dispersion" - it's a made-up technique where Roll creates clones of himself.

2.) "Misty Reflection" - another made-up technique where Mukurowl reproduces by reflecting.

3.) "Multitudes of Flame Thunder" - again, completely made-up, it's a lot of Flame Thunders.

4.) I'm going to have Hayato call Tsuna "Bocchan" here, because it sounds like "Boss-chan," and "Tsuna-sama" doesn't sound respectful enough. Also, Tsuna isn't 'Juudaime' here yet, so I can't call him that, but when he becomes Decimo I will.

Please review! :D

— Lynx

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