Chapter 10

"Only if they comply to our terms and abide by our rules," stated Tsuna, his boss-mode currently in use. While he was having a minor panic on the inside, he was also rather curious about the First Generation. "All their weapons will be put in a pile over there, and if they make any attempt to harm or frighten one of us, we reserve the right of clemency when they are attacked."

The First Generation was astounded that a five-year-old knew such words, but agreed to them anyway, not thinking a bunch of kids would be able to kick their arse. It temporarily took their mind off the 'great-great-graet grandparents' thing. Honestly, what were they supposed to think of that? if someone were to look into their heads at that very moment, it would be completely blank. Right now, they were on autopilot.

Everyone but Deamon moved to drop their weapons in the pile, and Tsuna narrowed his eyes. "Deamon Spade, that means you put your scythe with the others too. Alaude, Primo, your gloves and handcuffs count too, just so you know,"

Many of the children giggled at the looks of the First Generation, who were wondering how a kid would know about that stuff.

Anita just laughed. "Then, may we sit down?"

Tsuna nodded, slipping out of boss-mode the slightest degree, letting the other two bosses know his Hyper Intuition cleared the situation.

Byakuran wandered over to Giotto, and gave the man an appraising look. Many of the others were doing the same as well, since they and only seen the man as a spirit once. Shimon was glaring at Deamon, hoping he would turn into a mouse so they could feed him to Uri.

"Heeeeh; you're Tsunayoshi-kun's ancestor? You look just like him!" cheered Byakuran.

Giotto and his friends froze, remembering what Anita had said about several kids having blood relations to them…

"Yes, these kids are your descendants from around 400 years into the future; that's how I know about them," said Anita, and air of innocence around her. The First Generation's jaws dropped. Lampo and Giotto would have fallen to the floor, but Knuckle used his Sun flames to keep them conscious.

"Don't fuck around! There's no way that's possible!" yelled G.

"Shut it Pink-head! We didn't come here or let you in to be made fun of!" yelled Gokudera.

"It's not pink you brat! It's red!"

"Pink!"

"Red!"

"PINK!"

"RED!"

"FACE IT; YOUR HAIR IS P. I. N. K, PINK!"

A vein popped in G's forehead.

Rauji was holding up Lambo for Lampo to see. What a brat... Lampo thought, wishing Knuckle would have let him faint.

Hibari and Alaude where having a glaring contest, hurling insults with their eyes, murderous auras at full charge.

Asari was looking at Yamamoto in wonder, the little boy laughing a bit uncomfortably.

Knuckle and Ryohei were yelling EXTREMELY LOUD.

Giotto stared at his little carbon copy. His soul drifted out of his mouth, hanging up near the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Deamon was looking at Mukuro and Chrome in a very pleased way. He was very happy with his two successors, seeing as they must have been doing the illusions from earlier. When he got within a yard of the two, however, Chrome shrieked again, causing Shimon and Mukuro point their weapons at the melon once more.

"Deamon, it would be best if you do not approach Chrome so casually," said Anita, he voice taking on a colder tone.

Seeking comfort, Chrome stood behind her Boss and Mukuro, who were right next to each other in order to protect her. The joking atmosphere her family had donned meer seconds ago replaced with serious ones. Tsuna may not have hated Deamon's guts like Mukuro or Shimon, but Chrome was still having nightmares from the incident.

"Hai~ hai~!" said Byakuran "Me and my Family will act as translators for them since Milliefiore has no grudge against Deamon Spade~!"

Deamon's brow scrunched up. "Milliefiore Family?"

"Yes~! Now back to business… they are saying you have five seconds to back up or you will die~!" continued the white haired boy cheerfully. "But that time slot has expired while we were talking~!"

Without further delay, Mukuro created more crow demons, sending them at the First Mist Guardian. Then Adelheid took out her metal fans, springing into action.

"Chrome, you're okay; see? Mukuro-san is taking care of it," Enma said, attempting to help Tsuna calm his female Mist Guardian.

"Boss…Shimon Boss-person…" Chrome looked at them with her eye watery, and then timidly nodded.

Now Tsuna had to stop his other Guardian from changing the time line by kill Spade. Both he and Enma had to physically tackle the two before they got two induced in their assault.

"Sorry about that," said Tsuna, holding his Mist Guardian by his shoulder. "But in the future, you put my friends, and Family, especially my Mist Guardians, through some rather nasty times,"

What on Earth did Deamon do to make twenty five-year-olds with weapons want to kill him so badly? Wait…Mist Guardians? Thought Giotto. "Wait…this is getting confusing; why don't we all introduce ourselves?"

"Gio! Why are you believing this crap?"

"Hush G; the silverette already has a dirty mouth, and there are ladies present. Besides, my Hyper Intuition isn't telling me they're lying,"

"Che,"

Tsuna, stepping out of Boss mode completely, stuttered "M-my name is Tsunayoshi Sawada; tenth generation Vongola Boss,"

"Gokudera Hayato; tenth Generation Storm Guardian,"

"Yamamoto Takeshi; tenth rain guardian,"

"EXREMELY SASAGAWA RYOHEI! THE EXTREME TENTH SUN GUARDIAN!"

"Hn, Hibari Kyoya, Cloud Guardian,"

"Lambo is the lightning Guardian," said Rauji, holding up Lambo.

"Rokudo Mukuro and Chrome Dokuro; the Mist guardians," Mukuro said for both of them.

"Kozarto Enma; Shimon tenth generation Boss,"

"Adelheid Suzuki, the Shimon Glacier guardian,"

"Koyo Aoba, Forest Guardian,"

"Shitt P., but call me Shittopi-chan! I'm the Swamp guardian~!"

"Julie Katou, des~ the Desert guardian,"

"…Kaoru Mizuno,"

"Hahaha; it's our turn now. I'm Byakuran, founder of the Milliefiore Family,"

"Bluebell; his rain guardian,"

"Daisy, the undead sun guardian,"

"Zakuro, the storm guardian,"

"Hou-oh? I am Kikyo, the cloud guardian,"

"…Torikabuto, the mist guardian,"

The first generation was silent…then they burst out laughing.

"Right…well, you kids keep dreaming and all that," said G, wiping tears from his eyes.

Anita sighed, giving the children an apologetic look. "We will be on our way then. The person you are looking for is coming through the eastern town later in the evening, so you should have everything prepared by then,"

The three little bosses nodded, while the Mist children smiled.

The next thing the First Generation knew, they were standing back at the front Talbot's house.

"Anita, who is coming through town later today?" asked Lampo, not caring how they got back there. The others, Deamon in particular, were looking around like a chicken with their heads cut off.

"Anastasia di Portatore and the six other archobolano,"

"WHAT!?" asked all the Vongola Guardians.

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