Infinite Possibilities, Crucial Decisions

Chapter 4:

A/N: Umm... please don't kill me? I know I wanted to update sooner, it sounds stupid, I know, but I actually thought this was already up... but good news: you'll get two chapters at once because of my stupidity ;) I apologize if the quality of chapter 4 & 5 sucks, but I had a quite stressful time in real life ^^°

There are also new parts added to chapter 1 and 2, you might want to take a look at chapter 2 because there is a new scene added between Tsuna and Knuckle :)

Thorn D. Cinni: Since Tsuna was in Japan at the beginning of the story and I decided on a hotspring Setting I thought it would look better in there - and time travel does not change clothing he is still wearing the yukata in Italy ^^

Horizon-Dawn: I present: interaction :D

Natsu Yuuki: I'm sorry... please forgive me... orz

He never had a trip in a carriage that had felt so awkward, Giotto thought half amused and half annoyed. At the moment, he was sitting in the carriage with only two of his guardians; Lampo and Knuckle. Daemon (preferring to not be in the same means of transportation as a 'suspicious individual' as he called the Japanese boy) left a while before, god knows to where. Alaude, of course, being against crowding came in his own carriage, so it was no big deal to not have him travel along the others and it certainly helped them avoid unnecessary fighting. Yet… Giotto believed at least one of his friends that have decided to accompany him on his way home would have rather risked crowding around Alaude than being on this specific ride home – they probably only stayed to secure Giotto's wellbeing.

Lampo just kept glaring at the unconscious brunet, not letting him out of his sight and the lightning guardian's body was so tense it was obvious he was ready to jump out of the window right when the foreigner did something that could be interpreted as an attack. Giotto thought that this kind of fear was really unnecessary, because the boy was still fast asleep.

Knuckle trusted the brunet more than Lampo did, but he seemed to debate internally if taking mentioned person with them was safe for the Vongola and the boy himself – although he seemed certain that leaving him alone would be no good idea, also going against what he learned by studying the bible he always carried with him. And maybe that wasn't everything; the priest's worries seemed to go deeper. Maybe it concerned the wound the brunet had when he was brought to the church? The priest sat opposite to their guest, since Giotto requested him to sit next to Lampo, just in case Lampo really did jump out of the carriage, Knuckle could catch him while Giotto took action in case of an emergency.

In the silence that enveloped them, Giotto sneaked a glance at the boy leaning on his shoulder, sleeping soundly. His Hyper Intuition did go off and caused him some funny feelings, looking into a face that seemed to actually belong to him – but it didn't warn him of any danger involving his lookalike. So, the blond concluded, their newly found guest was not dangerous – at least he wouldn't harm him or his guardians. One never knows: if looks are so similar, maybe the other could fight just as good as the Vongola Primo did and that would make him hard to fight if they needed to.

Giotto pulled the curtain next to him aside a bit to see how late it was. His eyes narrowed as he was greeted by a sunset in dark orange to red colors lighting the sky. Just how strong had the medicine been that Daemon gave to the Japanese? He has been out for quite a few hours already.

The first thing he actively noticed was a more or less rhythmical jolting; then he felt a throbbing headache that intensified quickly and woke him up faster than the jolting could have. After the pain has lessened a bit, Tsuna slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing the brunet saw was darkness only brightened by moonlight coming through a window. He didn't remember any place that had such a bright moon since most the places he was frequenting had too much light from street lamps and advertisements to ever have such a sight. Even though it did come close to the moon he saw on cloudless nights in Namimori, his home town in Japan.

Japan, the Mafia Don from the future thought, hadn't he been in Japan? He was having a vacation back in a hot spring resort but now… he was in a carriage? His head began throbbing again and the pain was comparable with Reborn's methods to wake him up; namely being hit on the head with a 2 tons heavy hammer. Closing his eyes, trying to shut out the pain, Tsuna remembered something happened back in Japan… was he… shot? Yes, something about a bullet. And then, he woke up, but in… Italy. And was found by…

Suddenly he felt warm hands pulling his own fists away from his head – Tsuna didn't even realize he had put them there in his pain – and he was pulled into an embrace. After a while, a soft voice whispered in Japanese: "Are you alright now? Does it still hurt?"
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Giotto awoke as he felt weight that had leaned on him for some time shifting. Alarmed that the other could have possibly slipped because of some bigger asperity in the street, Giotto was instantly alerted. What he saw was his lookalike pressing his hands on his head, wincing quietly and obviously in pain. He didn't exactly know what to do in such a situation, but following his hyper intuition, he removed the pressure the person's fists were putting on his head and pulled him nearer – maybe he would calm down sooner or even fall back asleep?

After some time, the other calmed down and his tense body relaxed to a certain point. The blond thought about what to say, should he use Italian or Japanese? The brunet could understand former, but was surely more familiar with latter, but the blond didn't know if he could form sentences to express himself correctly – it has been quite a few years since he 'accidentally' visited Japan and his friend Asari wished to speak Italian with everyone to perfect his use of the European language. Well, he could at least try.

Just as Giotto thought what he said had not been understood, he heard a faint voice answer: "I'm fine now. It was just a sudden headache." The answer was in Italian, Giotto realized – well, he didn't think he could have understood something like that in Japanese as easily anyway due to lacking vocabulary. "I didn't wake you up, did I?" Giotto was asked. He sighed. "Don't worry about that, I don't sleep much nowadays, anyway. It is nothing that would trouble me."

Brown eyes looked into his blue ones as if to determine if he was lying or telling the truth. Did he himself give people similar stares? Giotto wondered. As the brunet did not say anything about Giotto's half-truth – he did need sleep, although he would only scarcely get any as stated – the blond decided to change the topic. "We decided to take you with us since we couldn't let you stay all alone in that town. It was partly our fault that you were dragged into that mess, so we're going to somehow help you out. My friend Daemon shouldn't have given you that medicine, too. I'm sorry for what happened to you."

Tsuna didn't know how to act in such a situation – Reborn never taught him how! All that useless lessons for whatever ridiculous what-if-situations never came into action – he remembered the morning he was thrown into a gigantic aquarium filled with ice cold water chained from head to toe because Reborn thought it would be good to simulate a situation in which a ship where Tsuna might have been kept after a kidnapping crashed into an iceberg. But now where he definitely needed some sort of guiding, he had nothing to refer to. How should he treat his ancestor and what was he even allowed to say? Doing something that could change the future would be fatal!

Tsuna was pulled back from his own little world as Giotto began explaining how they ended up together in the carriage. So he was … being taken to the Vongola Mansion? Or was the first generation going somewhere entirely else? He reluctantly asked: "Where are you heading, then?" Giotto looked a bit surprised, but smiled a bit. Tsuna guessed it was because the blond has prepared himself for resistance or perhaps complaints about the way Tsuna was being treated.

"We are currently on our way home – er, well, I should rather call it our headquarters." Giotto then paused for a while, looking a bit troubled how to explain further. "You see, we are a vigilante organization. Helping people defend themselves is our job. We are called the Vongola – I am the first head, Giotto Vongola." The Vongola were still a vigilante group? So, Tsuna, thought, he had travelled back before the Vongola was considered a Mafia Famiglia? That must have been… quiet a big jump in time, bigger than he thought it was. "My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada. Just call me Tsuna. Nice to meet you, Giotto." The brunet stated after a pause of thinking about telling his ancestor his real name would be safe, one never knows what might be changing in his time line. Tsuna wondered if Giotto's Hyper Intuition told him that Tsuna already knew about the Vongola and about its Guardians. Tsuna wasn't sure just how much stronger his ancestor's intuition could be compared to himself. There were generations between them, so maybe Tsuna's intuition was just a fragment of what Giotto possessed…

Giotto didn't expect his guest to react so… calm. Heck, he thought there would be confusion and at least some… panic. Maybe it was because the boy was still under the effect of the medicine. But still, people shouldn't be this trusting towards strangers – the Mafia would use them as soon as they got their hands on such people and that wouldn't end well for the person that got involved. And Tsuna was a foreigner to top it off. A foreigner that looked just like himself. More trouble. For both of them. Giotto sighed. The blond would have liked to ask Tsuna a lot of questions, for example what he was doing in Italy and how he got involved in the fight back in the town they picked him up at, but decided to wait. First, to give the brunet a chance to gather his thoughts and adapt and second, he'd need to explain to his guardians anyway, so Tsuna should just tell his story in front of everyone. The next meeting will be fun, Vongola Primo thought sarcastically.