A/N: Because I owe you guys. And because I feel good. I'm back on this story, and I'm glad. I have officially deemed this a DinoxOCxYamamoto story. Who she ends up with, well, that's what I want to know too. Bel and Aoi were more of a background couple, but I might make a story out of those two, with their love/hate relationship that Aoi seems to do.

Disclaimer: Iya. Shinaide subete no. (Nope. Not ever.)


Chapter 11 Part 1: A Ten Year Difference

Katana had thought it strange when she saw the ten-year-younger boy who had sparked a relationship between them by ramming her head into a wall. It took her three days to recover from the shock of waking in his arms and the annoyance of his childishly oblivious, naive personality. It took another three for her to adjust to accustom to his personality, resulting in a stereotypical school girl crush that soon dwindled into a respectful friendship and a shy lunch at the roof of the school building, as well as several strange interventions later on. It was nice though, to meet the kind Tsuna from his ring of friends. The Vongola's presence was comforting and caring, yet ditzy and clumsy, reminding her of her relationship proximity with the Chiavarone Famiglia's Bucking Horse Dino, only less.

Back then she had noticed that their eyes were both brown, albeit Yamamoto's was a sweet golden honey-brown while the set of sultry dark chocolate irises belonged to Dino. She huffed inwardly. It was always his eyes. She used to always blame him for all the stalking fangirls he achieved, much to his dislike. She remembered years ago she used to receive threats from them for just standing near him, and still hated them to this day. As if it was their fault that her best friend happened to have eyes the color of dark chocolate, handsome features, his kind smile and personality, and a body women would love to have over their own. She couldn't help it, he was born with the looks of an angel, even if he didn't own the grace of one.

Unlike the mafia boss Dino was, Yamamoto was by far one of the most stereotypical Japanese boy she had ever met. He didn't have graceful looks, lacked the charming intellect Dino sometimes had, but she would give him credit for having an impressive build. But he had athletic grace and reflexes the regular, mafia-men less Dino absolutely failed in. He did have fangirls, but at least they didn't stalk him 24/7, that is, if they stalked him at all. At was as if, what one lacked, the other had and vise versa, excluding their similarities.

Yes, she remembered having to make the desicion between who she liked and who she liked back then. Sure, she hurt one because she chose the other, but that was better than faking a love for one she didn't truly hold the feelings for, and the fact that they later saw each other as rivals because of her pushed her to choose. And luckily, she didn't regret it.


Reborn smirked as he observed the two females. They looked at their surroundings with practical eyes, their gaze currently at each other. An exchange of looks, and they simultaneously turned their rather intimidating gazes at the two shocked men, then to the Arcobaleno himself. They didn't bother to hide their amusement, both now fully aware of their current predicament.

Gokudera che'd at the sight of the two messily dressed women. "And to think I expected more." This earned a chiding from Yamamoto and glares from the women.

"So, do you three feel like explaining why we were sent back ten years or should I just force it out of you?" The first one asked, her threat imposing on the two younger mafioso despite the honey-sweet delivery. Her long hair was elegantly braided into a herringbone style.

Yamamoto gulped, instinctively taking a step backwards as they stood up, dusting off their clothes. His gut was right, that one was definitely his cousin, even though her appearance was different. Her hair was back to its natural color, but still, different.

"Tsk, Kyo-nii isn't going to like the fact that there's a grass stain on this." The skylark glanced at the bomber as he forged a look of disdain at the name. "Is there a problem, Gokudera Hayato?" The boy threw a look at Yamamoto.

"Aoi. Katana." The Arcobaleno said. They looked over. "If it's an explanation you'd like, you'll have to wait a bit until Tsuna gets here. Don't worry about the time limit, you'll be here for long enough."


Dino learned many things when he had seen the future that his ten-year-older self had experienced, such as his ultimate technique, Salto Volante Veloce Come Luce. There were things he would rather not have experienced, like the Choice battle, where he saw his otouto's storm and rain guardians fighting eventually to no avail. There were things he wished he had experienced first-hand, instead of through a memory. One of them involved slight intimacy with a certain someone whom he refused to admit his feelings for, despite Romario's encouraging words and the painful twinge of his heart when he saw her with another man.

They had always been close ever since they had met. Secret meetings, nights spent laying side by side and watching the night's candles from his balcony, all the secrets they shared. Times when they sat in each other's arms, simply enjoying the warmth and happiness their presence brought each other. The times when he wanted to confess, aching to say those three words, only to stop and childishly realize she would think he had meant it in a friendly way. That had changed ten years later, his future self even able to openly perform light acts of intimacy with her without any words of protest, even though in the visions he had received they never went farther than a peck of the cheek for a reason he had yet to learn to him.

A familiar brunette whined as a taller blonde dragged him along, having half a mind to bring Romario with him so the poor boy wouldn't have to eat concrete every five seconds.

"D-Dino-san! Where are we going?" The Vongola asked, his eyes still glazed over with sleep despite the fact that his brain was telling him to wake up, his Vongola Super Intuition telling him that letting Dino pull him around like this was both bad for his arm and his nerves.

The blonde laughed, his smile gracing the features of his already angelic face. "Reborn's idea. He's been planning this since last week."

Romario jogged beside the two mafia bosses, chuckling when Tsuna's eyes shot wide open and began tugging away, already declaring that he didn't want to get involved in whatever scheme Reborn had in mind. Though his was effectively silenced when he crashed into the back of his senpai, who had stopped just before the group.

Romario took a glance, now as shocked as his boss. Reborn had been planning this since last week but they weren't informed of the plan until the night before, and even then Reborn had just told them to get Tsuna when he called the next night.

But the Chiavarone boss didn't expect this, in fact, this outcome hadn't even entered his mind. He had imagined a group of top assassins to come at the Vongola or even some Varia-quality worthy opponents to help Tsuna grow stronger and gain battle experience. Squalo and even Xanxus had entered the equation at some point but never, ever, never had he expected to see the ten-years-later self of the female skylark. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that he had seen her future self before, he was sure he wouldn't recognize her.

Looking at her brought back the tantalizing visions from his future self, but he soon learned that no matter how much he wanted to look away, look somewhere else, he couldn't. Her eyes demanded respect and attention, and he wasn't about to go and defy her eyes, he was too mesmerized by her slate-blue irises, a softer shade than Kyoya's, but at the same time it was just as intimidating.

The skylark raised an elegant brow as she saw the males. "Hn. Chiavarone's Ten-Years-Younger Bucking Horse Dino. What a surprise, to see your younger self through these means." She murmured, her expression stoic and her eyes sharp as she strode over to the 18-year-old. Her hair was cut short in the future, flaring over her shoulders like the tail feathers of a bird.

So even Kyoya's personality rubbed off on her a bit.

The two guardians looked at the small form behind Dino, oblivious to the thoughts Dino stored in his head and the way the older Katana's eyes were scrutinizing his figure, taking in every aspect as if looking for some type of flaw.

"Tsuna!"

"Juudaime!"

Tsuna gazed up at the woman dressed in the yukata. She's really pretty, he thought with a blush. But, she's intimidating at the same time, like Hibari-san. He looked around. Now that I think about it, isn't this Hibari-san's home! Hiiiiiiii!

"Well, at least I know that my Dino didn't get switched with his younger self too." Tsuna blinked, noting how Yamamoto frowned slightly at the way she said 'my Dino'.

Aoi chuckled. "Don't tease them, we are the elders at the moment after all. Now Reborn, the Juudaime is here, expl-..." She stare at the baby in distaste when she noticed that he was sleeping. "Arcobaleno...you damned little..." she took a breath, steadying her anger. "Well, he's going to have to explain later since even though our five minutes have already passed, and we're still here."

"Now that you mention it, it's been more than five minutes since we got here." Katana said.

"Ah - like how when we were sent to the future!" Tsuna exclaimed.

"Ohh I get it now!" Yamamoto exclaimed, putting his fist to his palm as if to symbolize it clicking in his head. "So that's what the kid had us throw."

Gokudera folded his arms. "Those pink grenades were altered versions of the stupid cow's Ten-Year-Bazooka. The time limit was probably extended during these modifications."

The snot bubble popped, and Reborn was awake again. "That's exactly it. I asked Lambo's family if they could modify it."

Aoi pouted. "So how long will we be here?"

"24 hours."

"It's that long?" Tsuna exclaimed.

"Yeah. But since it's still dark out, everyone go back to sleep. Hibari will bite you all to death if he finds you late to school."

The group broke apart, setting out for their beds. Aoi had decided to stay with Katana for her uncle's sake, seeing as it'd be strange for him to find her like this. The girls wandered into Katana's room, setting out a second futon. They would have to explain this to the younger Hibari, otherwise be "bitten to death" by the boy.


Romario watched his boss as they walked down the road towards their hotel. Dino seemed to be in a daze, looking blankly forward with a smile. It worried the faithful mafioso, to see his boss in such a state.

"Ehi, Romario," Dino asked. He seemed to be daydreaming. "Stai sempre a dirmi di confessare a Katana." He nodded. "Dovrei farlo?"

"Hm?"

"Devo confessare quando lei torna dal futuro?"

A pause. "Se il tuo cuore ti dice il contrario, allora io non interferire con la vostra scelta."


She wanted to slap him. Slap him and ask what the hell was going on, but she could do it. He had pinned her wrists above her with his hand, the other one firmly placed at her side. His smile was as charming as ever, his blonde hair no longer a mop. He tilted his head to the side in an almost adorable way. He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, leaving the area tingling and sending shudders down her spine. He moved to the crook of her neck on the left side, and bit down with a chuckle, and she winced slightly. He bit down a bit playfully, running his tongue up the soft flesh before biting down again, pleased when he heard a slight moan escape her lips. He continued to slowly work his way up to her mouth, loving the way she squirmed under him, the way her moans came out almost breathlessly. His hand traveled from her side under her shirt as he pressed his lips against her. At first she pulled away, but he wasn't about to let her do that. He licked her lips and lowered his hand, only to move it up her skirt, brushing his fingers between her legs. Her mouth opened for a gasp, and he took the opportunity for entrance, kissing her with bridled passion. She instantly became submissive, her eyes taking on a slightly glazed look as he played with her tongue before deepening the kiss, surprised when she began to dominate his experienced lips. Their kiss grew heated, and he let go of her wrists to wander the expanse of her body. Her arms found their way around his neck, drawing him closer as her fingers locking into the silky strands of his hair.

Even if this was her ten-years-younger self, he regretted nothing.


Ehi, Romario: Hey, Romario
Stai sempre a dirmi di confessare a Katana: You're always telling me to confess to Katana
Dovrei farlo?: Should I do it?
Devo confessare quando lei torna dal futuro?: Should I confess to her when she returns form the future?
Se il tuo cuore ti dice il contrario, allora io non interferire con la vostra scelta: If your heart tells you otherwise, I won't interfere with your choice