I just want to say I'm not dead yet, and not planning to. Phew- I don't want to care about fonts anymore, anyone would understand without me explaining. And, Chrome and Yamamoto's being a bit sadistic... Let's just say Mukuro's sadistic streaks is infectious here.

Questions...

1. How did Talbot got Irie's blueprints? It will be revealed... As the story progress, maybe... Wait, how did I think of that in the first place...?

2. So... Random... Yes, I know and I don't know what had my brain done to control my fingers.

3. The grammar and spelling are off.. Yes, YES! I know! But is powerless against it, I swear, why is grammar so damn hard? I couldn't understand a thing my English teacher said! And I still passed the tests, magically...

*Raise hand* can anybody tell why did most of the chapters (if not all) ends with a cliffhanger? Because I just don't know how to end a chapter. Oh, and Talbot is terribly ooc because I never knew about him much, nah, actually I skipped a whole lot of chapter in shimon arc. Don't kill me for the lack of action because I don't know how to write one (still trying to learn).

Alright, AN's (my incoherent babble's) done *got shot*

Ch.10 -The Daily Misfortunes of Vongola Famiglia

Tsuna didn't know what to feel anymore.

Should he be happy? Or sad? Angry?

"Giotto! Alaude and Alaude look-alike smashed the ballroom!"

"Giotto! The me look-alike knocked out some of our mens with dynamites!"

"Giotto! The Knuckle look-alike traumatized people in attempt of healing them!"

"Giotto! The afro kid demanded four years worth of grape candies!"

"Giotto!-..."

Then he decided he should do just all.

How did he even agreed on helping his ancestor is long since forgotten.

He was glad when Primo looked at him with gleaming eyes full of hope, he thought things would be better if the blond trust him more, helping a bit won't be that bad, correct? The second Giotto opened the door Tsuna made an attempt of escape, he changed his mind. Emotionlessly turning his back and walk slowly, slooowly before he took a giant step then pushed the ground with all his might. But, much to Tsuna's dismay, Giotto cheerfully grabbed his collar -before he has the chance to run like hell- and dragged the crying figure into the so-called "hell hole".

Is how, Tsunayoshi got stuck inside stacks of towering paper works.

"Primo, please. Forgive me, I didn't want to do this..." The brunet's desperate pleas went deaf ears to Giotto. Think of something, think of something! "I know the pain and torture of your job, Primo. I had experienced it too."

The blond stopped, he quietly settled down his fountain pen back to its former place. Giotto smiled in amusement, someone else had received the same fate as him, it is always great to share misfortune, the last time G tried to help him ended up gunshots all over those paper. Tsuna stayed quiet step one succes!- get his attention! "Yes, I know it." He started melancholic-ly, folding his hand together and stared to empty space. "The horror and terror I and you felt, it activates itself whenever I see stacks of papers. Paperworks or not I will always has this... urge to burn them, and if they didn't just burn feed them to the goats, or maybe shoot them until none were left to sign..." Giotto nodded in agreement.

He did tried feeding them to the goats once but failed when those weak herbivores fainted from overeating, well, maybe twelve stacks of paper was too much but...

"And they were all created by our dear guardians, they were supposed to help at the first place!" Again, Primo completely agree. Step two succes-get him agree! "Especially when my guardians are feeling a bit destructive, there and BAM, Primo, the bills came into my room like tsunami." Tsuna grimaced...Tsunami? Tsuna-mi? Tsu-nami? Primo decided that it must be something very sudden and horrible, well, it was compared to the paperworks...

Decimo sighed, "Did you know Primo? I don't know should I curse you or feel sorry for you right now."

"... Why?"

"Because when your guardians, and my guardians is anywhere within one mile radius..."

CRASH

BOOM!

A pause, "...Paperworks will duplicate like rabbits."

Okay, Primo didn't know what duplicating like rabbits is. But he somehow understood what it meant. "I suggest we punish and warn them, Decimo."

"Agreed." At least I escaped the paperworks - step three success.

.

..

...

A loud bang from the door. "Giotto! Everyone's in an all out war!"

-0-0-0-

- a few hours ago - Vongola HQ -

"I dunno."

...

Ottavo raised her hand, "Am I allowed to shoot him?" It was very tempting for Primo to just nod. Very very tempting, his strong willpower (somehow) managed to hold him back, well, barely.

He hesitated, oh how much he wants to just let that arrow to- "...No, sorry." Ottavo groaned and set her hand back on the table.

Glaaaaare at Talbot.

"What? I have done nothing wrong!"

Talbot translated the long silence as, "Answer!"

The old inventor just realized how lucky he is. Two certain mist guardians in their own world plotting murder, one melon head and a frozen carnivore dropped half-dead on the ground -perfect air conditioner-, a skylark's disappearance, tw-four idiots grinning like there's no tomorrow... Scratch that, there are six idiots, then a bunch of useless people (they shall begone). All forgetting about him.

He made a mental note to thank his luck later, for now, let's just answer what they want. "Fine." Talbot huffed. "See, I just...found it."

"Found what?" Secondo growled.

"The blueprints, of course." Talbot said. "It's just there."

"So..." G rolled his eyes. "You knew none about it."

"Yes, didn't I said that just earlier?" Everyone wondered why it wasn't as plain as day and, who would have left a blueprint of something so futuristic, in front of an inventor's house. Aren't those just downright disturbing?

Tsuna stayed silent for a moment, his guardians were somewhere in their own world. How did anyone get the blueprint- the god forsaken blueprint? He didn't even knew its existence!

This is going to be a long long... Adventure.

The meeting ended abruptly afterwards, no one get anything straight, that's it. Primo, wisely announced to them they could just... Stay here until some miracle happens and they somehow, in someway get back in their own time.

Giotto couldn't really believe them, he knew better than believing strangers he just only met, moreover, they appeared inside his mansion (the place was full with traps, and bombs, men with guns, land mines!), without a word, just, like poof! And here they are, holding some variety of Vongola rings on their fingers.

And... God, Decimo's famiglia has the same faces as his! Aren't those just disturbing, then saying things like he's an old grandpa (yes, he haven't recovered from the shock) and all, it just made the suspicion harder. He did see that the proclaimed secondo as the older version of his nephew, and yes, definitely his nephew, there were this hairstyle and eyes... Giotto dragged Sawada Tsunayoshi, who proclaimed himself as his great great great grandson towards his office, throwing paperworks to the brunet's arm almost too cheerfully shoving the young teen to a desk nearby his.

He must say that Tsunayoshi is a big help, ten stack of paperworks in one hour, isn't that beautiful? The teen is definitely much more helpful than G, and of course, less destructive. To be specific, Decimo is the only one who is actually helping him, and Giotto appreciated it, highly.

Secondo, who is his aged cousin, Ottavo and their somewhat weird guardians (they did not move unless needed, nor speak, they are true professionals) was actually level-headed enough not to make any kind of massive destruction. Tough, the two bosses paled when Giotto invited them to help him in his massively flooded room (in that moment Secondo and Ottavo knew why did their room were so big and was grateful to have such understanding guardians), they, of course wisely refused, blatantly ignoring the desperate moans ("Help me..." "SOMEBODY- ANYBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE!" "I WANT TO LIVE!") Somewhere inside that mountain made from papers, paper works. They deeply pitied that person, truly.

And the identity of the mysterious pitiful person remain unknown.

- 0 - 0 - 0 -

Somewhere in the mansion.

...

"NO STOP! I'M NOT A THIEF STOP!"

Elena sighed, whoever made the afro haired boy scream in his dreams like that must be a demon.

- 0 - 0 - 0 -

Daemon Spade is innocent, at the moment.

He didn't knew who is this guy or that girl, he didn't even remember meeting them before. But now, look at this, he clearly did not intent on getting chased around the mansion by two bloodthirsty mistflame user, and is out of breath while his soon to be murderers tailed him everywhere without even a bead of sweat rolling down their face.

"Get back here you possessing demon hungry ghost~"

"I think we should dismember him, Mukuro-sama." The violet haired girl sadistically suggested, plastering a happy smile on her face as her trident missed its target by mere inches.

"No, we shall incinerate him." Daemon really hoped that fireball he dodged in the last second was the product of his hazy mind.

"I think we should stab him with spears, Mukuro-sama."

"No, we should slice him into unrecognizable pieces."

"How about a whip? It would leave some good memories."

"No, burning charcoal might be better- it seems more painful don't you think?"

"True, Mukuro-sama. But where could we get them?"

"Hm, that might be hard- let's use something available instead. Like that vase over there." The innocent- seemingly non lethal pot now looked like a bloody murder weapon in Daemon's eyes.

"Shall we break his skull?" An eerie giggle.

Oh my God aren't there any end of that talk!?

"Nothing better, dear Nagi."

And so on.

Another stab was directed to the poor poor man, he, with some kind of inhuman miracle was able to avoid instant death, a Kufufufu- ing sound was heard. Daemon didn't even had the guts to look back anymore, he could already feel those two inching closer by second, chatting murder plots like it had been the most casual thing ever. The multitude of random attacks didn't cease, much to his dismay.

"You filthy possessing avenging ghost." The trident that has been attacking him for the last... Two hours flew in some amazing speed, Daemon dodged it, grazing his right cheek in the process.

Huh?

He dodged it?

But those two demons were so close to him...

It was mere seconds before some ropes appeared from about nowhere, tangling his feet and dragging him closer towards two (as Daemon has labelled them) psychopaths. He's dead, he's soo dead, he didn't want to die just yet, he haven't even confessed to Elena! Somebody help! He's in mortal danger!

"KUFUFUFU!" Was that supposed to be a laugh? "At last, Chrome." The purple haired teen, psycho no.1, smirked in victory. Daemon desperately dug his fingers into the red carpet, only to be pulled closer- and closer towards his object of fear.

The eye patched girl smiled, rather mischievously. "At last, Mukuro-sama." And Daemon knew he should have confessed to Elena sooner.

Good bye world, addio.

Wait, he haven't written his will yet. His torturing chamber will be given to Alaude (his arch nemesis), his stacks of cards will go to Lampo (lose and die), his room stay there and if anyone touches it then haunted they will be, his weapon collection will go to G, various teas from overseas to Asari... let's just give his ear plugs to Knuckle, and his paperworks, of course, will go to Primo, anything else he left will go to Elena.

He didn't even know the reason of why the hell would these crazy psychos decided to murder him.

xxxx

Daemon isn't dead- yet. He remembered that he was knocked unconscious by 2 maniacs, yes he know at least that much, then- then what?

The mist guardian could feel his hands is tied to something with the help chains, and handcuffs, but not Alaude's (he already knew the blond would crush his hands first with those accursed size shifting cuffs). He sat, on a metal chair, maybe (because he is literally freezing there), and is blind folded. Wich won't do any better to his mind- dear God, he really didn't want to be put in the same position as his few victims was- he knew the pain far too well and is not planning in testing it, really, he couldn't even imagine it himself (when Daemon is famous with his wide range of imagination by many families that had decided to attack Vongola).

Well, the moment a long creaking sound was heard. Daemon tried to hold his breath in the attempt of putting himself into unconsciousness, but failed, well, it could kill him, he was planning how to escape alive here. And There's no other way to knock himself out.

"Kufufufu..." A creepy laugh echoed in the room.

"Tee..he..he..." Another creepy giggle came.

Daemon Spade was sweating bullets- he had never felt this terror, never, and it doesn't look like the two somewhat inhuman beings he just met not too long ago would just give up killing him. "Wait!"

The footsteps abruptly stopped.

The melon head breathed a sigh of relief. "... I have a last wish." He spoke. The reactions from the two was quite amusing.

A quiet moment...

"...H-he has a wish?" The voice was deep- wich Daemon quickly recognize as the guy with purple hair, the room was quiet enough for him to hear the two gossiping killers.

"... I- I think he is lying, Mukuro-sama. He couldn't possibly... Have a wish." The girl whispered quietly.

"... Yes, impossible. That creepy ghost." And Daemon can laugh at the irony if he isn't chained down and is in his death seat.

"Hey, I do have a wish!" Daemon retorted.

...

Silence.

"You do know what position you are in, hmm? Daemon Spade?" A chuckle, then a certain spear he had been acquainted with started poking.

"You shouldn't open your big mouth- ghost..., isn't it?" The spear started to multiply by seconds.

"Yes, let's just go on with the script Chrome." Came the reply.

Daemon snorted. "Script? Do you even need a script for th-"

Let's just say he didn't wake up for the rest seven days due to trauma.

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G (last name unknown) is having a conference with Gokudera Hayato.

Yamamoto Takeshi, Asari Ugetsu, Sasagawa Ryohei, then Knuckle was dragged into it, they eagerly cheered for the two opposing individuals.

"I say, it is Impossible that you are the Decimo -that brat- 's right hand man. I mean, just look at you! Hot headed, premature grey hair- " G sneered. A few occupants of their debating room twitched. The smoker's first impression for the tenth generation? Kids, brats, whatever metaphors between. Yes, yes he and Giotto created the small group since they were... Young, but it started as a vigilante group, and they are grown up now, a mafia family would be just as fine in their capable hands (destruction of many properties goes uncounted- of course). But these kids were young, too young and irresponsible.

"As if you have any right to say that, incompetent, pink haired jerk." The offended team, namely Gokudera calmly talked back, lighting his nicotine stick in frustration.

"You are what? A brat and you smoke? Do kids in the future do that to?"

"Che, like you didn't tatoo half of your face with those ridiculous red seaweed."

G twitched. "Wha- it's storm flame, mind you."

"Psh, making up excuses."

"Hah unlike you, brat, I did not make excuses for trivial things such as that."

"So do I."

"Then your, boss, what's his name's, again? Tuna? Must love making up excuses that his guardians are copying him, huh?"

Suddenly, Yamamoto threw a combat knife -God knows how did he get them- swiftly, aiming with dead right accuracy to G's face. If only he was not a some Mafia boss right hand man then G would be nothing more than, well, dead. "Eh ahaha, what did you just say? What about Tsuna earlier?" The raven haired swordsman grinned his usual happy-go-lucky smile, leaning closer to G and placed a hand on his ear in an innocent manner. "What is it?" Asari and G stepped back defensively, Yamamoto just grinned, Gokudera secretly applauded his rival. Two sun guardians long since gone to their own world of boxing.

Yamamoto has gone into one of his sadistic streaks now. And nobody- I mean nobody can stop him.

The room is now a bloody battlefield.

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Hibari declared that Alaude, first Cloud guardian has earned the second place in his to bite to death list.

Of course, Rokudo Mukuro hasn't lost the first place, third place Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He detested crowding, as he was famous with, and by all means will avoid any kind of crowding activity.

And it was what he was doing, enjoying the solitude, sitting on a tree branch, cool breeze, Hibird singing. He couldn't even hear any kind of noise the crowding- the biggest most powerful crowd he'd ever seen (with some carnivores and omnivores here and there, tough there are other herbivores...). It wasn't anything more than two hours of quiet and calm atmosphere until the tree he was on shook. And Hibari's positive it wasn't an earthquake.

The skylark groaned irritatedly, giving a little force to his feet and landed on the grassy land before the tree fell to the ground, well, there goes the most fantastically peaceful moment of his life. And he quickly found the culprit (A platinum haired trench coat user carnivore that owned the same glare as him).

Undoubtedly, they fought.

xxxx

Alaude has to admit that being frozen- alive wasn't very comfortable, and the moment he found out his position when he froze was rather, humiliating (holding a sugar-coated spoon and strawberry cake still in his mouth, glaring to what seemed to be empty space and a cocky smile on his lips that just screams "FEEL THE PAIN YOU-"), he is officially pissed off for the day. After beating anyone he met on the way into a bloody pulp, Alaude made his way to the garden (FOREST).

Well, he didn't expect his favourite tree- the one that he claimed as his best relaxing place, was being sat on by some other guy who was ignorant enough of his presence here. He decided to arrest the man, now. "I will arrest you for sitting on someone else's property," fight ensues.

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Timoteo is happy- at the moment. His long awaited vacation to Japan has come to arrive.

It is his second time travelling to his external advisor's homeland, and he must admit the place was far better than his mansion. Of course, no paperworks, just peace. Any place without paperwork to tail him around is heaven.

"PAPA IS HOOOOMEEEE!" Iemitsu banged the Sawada household's door like there's no tomorrow. Tough, his guardians all suggested him to stay in some five star hotel, Nono really did enjoy staying in the CEDEF leader's welcoming house, and since there is an unlimited space there he could always stay there anytime he wants, with Sawada Nana's five star restaurant cooking and all, he gained all the benefits.

The wooden door opened almost instantly, revealing a woman with shoulder long chocolate-brown hair and eyes, smiling ever so brightly. "Welcome back!" She beamed and hugged her husband his life out.

And they started squealing, of course.

After the reunion, Nana invited both men inside, offering them a cup of warm tea and sitting down across them. "It has been long Timoteo-san" she smiled.

"Yes it has been." The ninth chuckled. "How have you been Sawada-san?" He asked good-naturedly.

"Oh, I couldn't be better Timoteo-san." She giggled, glancing towards her husband. "And you, Timoteo-san?"

"Good." Nono glanced around, there is something missing right there, something... "... Hmm, where is Tsunayoshi-kun?" He asked, the spiky brown hair running around the house excitedly wasn't there, and he was expecting the boy to at least greet him since the brunet liked to play with him, that time a few years ago.

"Huh? Oh, Tsu-kun? He is probably sleeping upstairs now." She answered.

Iemitsu suddenly squealed in an unmanly way, and started to play with his mobile phone. He mumbled "My little Tsu-chan asleep eeep" or some thing to that degree. And the man, the young lion of the Vongola Nono knew had just disappeared into the thin air. "Can I go and check Tsunayoshi?" Timoteo asked. But was blatantly ignored as the two -somewhat looking like a newly wed couple- started squealing uncontrollably, fallen victim to Tsunayoshi's childhood pictures.

As he has nothing better to do, Timoteo sighed deeply and began to climb the stairs, finally in front of the young brunet's room. He knocked a few times- but no answer, the boy was probably just fast asleep as what his mother said.

And the bedroom was surprisingly dark.

"NONO!"

Thump.

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Whoa! I haven't write anything KHR-ish for so long! Has been... Holy- THREE MONTHS? I know this is short, but I won't be updating much again because tomorrow is the day my school report card will be given and I'm nothing better than... Half dead because my scores is... Let's just say impossibly low so I will concentrate on studying first. Yes, I won't be allowed to touch my mobile or computer, and will be compared to my brother, again, oh well, its my fault anyway... I've got to study hard next semester or else I'm not surviving school (I WILL GO UP TO THE NEXT GRADE I WILL, EVEN IF I HAD TO TEMPORARILY FORGET ABOUT FFN)and updates might be slow. I'm sorry, til I got my hand back to at least... My mobile phone.