Author's notes: Yes, yes - Primo and his Guardians appear OOC compared to what they act like in the anime; but remember this: THEY ARE YOUNGER IN THIS FIC. LIKE, A DECADE YOUNGER…OR MORE. LOL. Imagine early twenties… I dunno - they seem old in the anime, though Primo keeps getting younger every time he appears. O_O"

Oh, btw, I don't read the manga version. So if something different happened to Primo's childhood than what I wrote, well - it's an AU, I guess. But who really cares? Don't answer that.

And sorry for the lateness; I had exams. And I was busy with writing the latest chapter for my other fic. x_x

And apparently, Giotto has natural orange eyes. LOL, I don't even…

Chapter Two

One Plus Ten Equals Chaos

By: TheAnimeOtakuXD

"W-What?" Giotto's impassive façade was shattered as a strangled cry escaped his lips. But being Vongola Primo, he quickly composed himself. "How?" he asked weakly.

"Uh…" Tsuna stammered. He didn't think this bit through. Was it safe to reveal all about Byakuran? It wasn't like Giotto could change anything since he was this far back in time, right? Byakuran wasn't even born yet. Nor were his parents, really. "Well, there's this man who plans on taking over the world…"

And Tsuna continued for several minutes, careful not to be too specific on whom certain people were or details. Tsuna discovered that Primo was actually a great listener. He only interrupted when things didn't add up. Even then, his questions were sensible and understandable when put in his situation.

"I'm not sure what went wrong with the machine, but hopefully Irie-san and the others will get me back in my time so I can…do something." Tsuna really didn't want to mention the Arcobaleno Trials. Were the Arcobaleno even created yet? Or would was it decades later? The babies never aged physically, after all.

Giotto appeared quite weary and…old. He sighed deeply. "Either assassins and spies are becoming incredibly creative nowadays, or you're telling the truth. Honestly, I really wish it was the former rather than the latter."

Tsuna nodded understandingly. The spies and assassin thing seemed more believable than someone's descendant going back in time to meet their ancestor.

"If you're really the Tenth generation boss, where's your Ring?" Giotto prayed to whatever holy being there was that the boy in front of him didn't have the Ring.

"Oh, right," Tsuna murmured in comprehension, and came closer to Primo. He elevated his hand to display his Vongola Ring.

"It's still in that form…" Giotto breath quietly, almost too quiet for Tsuna to hear.

But he managed to catch it. "Pardon?" he asked politely, rather than letting his tongue slip and become impolite.

Giotto started when he realized that he was speaking aloud. "Nothing," he said calmly. "I guess you really are telling the truth," decided Giotto after awhile. "You're related to me." He smiled. "It seems you received my good looks."

Tsuna refrained from slapping himself. Was the legendary Primo really like this? Giotto had just witnessed the impossible and was already making cracks. Well, at least it displayed how calm and confident - Tsuna supposed reluctantly - he was. He forced an awkward chuckle.

"Tsunayoshi," Giotto began seriously, "I won't inform my Guardians of your…predicament, but you'll have to continue acting as though you have amnesia when you're with others. It'll be much easier on everyone this way."

Tsuna doubted that Giotto would have allowed him to say no, so he merely bopped his head wordlessly.

"Great," Giotto grinned slightly.

Tsuna was once again amazed at the rapid change in attitude. Reborn never said anything about Vongola Primo having mood swings…

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Tsuna shifted restlessly beneath the soft blanket atop of his newly-received four-poster bed. Mafioso certainly were rich… Tsuna sighed heavily and decided that he was too agitated to even think about taking a nap.

After the conversation with Primo, Tsuna was directed to one of the many spare rooms within the mansion and was instructed to rest for the time being. But how could he sleep knowing that his friends were worrying about him? Did the Trials commence already? What if they didn't receive the Seals…?

This was all too much for the teen-aged boy, so he chose to take a stroll throughout the halls to clear his head and take a breather.

What would his friends do once they realized he was nowhere to be found? Would Reborn do something extreme like suspect rival Families, or search all of Japan and Italy? Gokudera would be there, supporting Reborn's harebrained schemes that were obviously going to be extreme. And the more interruptions they were given, the longer the Trials will be put off, and the more time Byakuran would have to strengthen his army.

Tsuna was broken out of his frantic musings by a boy his age. It was the same green-haired boy he saw awhile ago in Primo's study.

"Ah," Lampo said brightly as he slowly came to a descent before Tsuna, "it's Mini-Primo," he drawled uninterestedly.

"M-Mini-Primo?" Tsuna repeated incredulously. "Ah, sorry, I forgot your name," he admitted abashedly, finding a new interest in the tiled floors.

"You may look like Primo," Lampo started through hooded eyes, "but you're nothing like him." It was true. Primo would have apologized coolly with a breezy grin, unlike the kid in front of him who seemed oddly mild-mannered.

Ouch. Tsuna refrained from wincing at the blow to his pride.

"Anyway, follow me." Lampo turned so that his back was facing Tsuna, and strolled back the way he came. "Primo wants to introduce you to the others, so you can differentiate between who lives here and who doesn't."

"Oh, ok," Tsuna chirped, his depressed mood disappearing as soon as it came.

Lampo gave sideways glance at Tsuna. What a strange boy. Normally, people would be caught off-guard by Lampo's bluntness - some would even be downright offended and insulted - but the kid seemed indifferent to it, as if he was used to it sharp remarks. Primo was correct, the boy was odd. He recalled the meeting that occurred just moments ago…

Giotto sat down onto his seat before the rectangular table. He heaved a light sigh. "Sorry about my lateness."

Alaude, who had been tilting his head down as though he was asleep and had crossed his arms, peered up to gaze firmly at Giotto. "Your tardiness will not be excused. Why are you late?" he demanded impassively, eyes narrowing slightly.

Lampo released a yawn. He always wondered why Alaude seemed so…uptight. The man was in his early twenties, and yet he acted as though he was an old dictator…or perhaps a headmaster was better?

Giotto smiled at Alaude's austerity for something as minor as arriving four minutes left. The man had a limited patience, after all. "I was occupied," he said, propping an elbow on the polished table and rested his chin on the face of his open palm. "A distant relative of mine has popped up." Literally. Giotto smiled in amusement to himself.

Alaude remained indifferent, and then - as though he deemed the explanation practical - he turned away, closing his eyes.

"Ah, yes," Daemon said brightly from down the table, opposite of Giotto. "At first, I thought that boy was your younger brother - or maybe even son; the similarities are uncanny." He chuckled softly.

Giotto smiled pleasantly, his eyes containing a playful glint. There was a reason he situated Daemon at the seat across the table and in his view - it was easier to monitor Daemon's actions this way. His…idealistic views on what the Vongola should be would make anyone wary.

"Daemon, spying isn't a good thing," Giotto reprimanded half-heartedly. "How do you even do it…?" he muttered quietly, amber orbs flashing in annoyance and interest.

Daemon tutted. "All great magicians mustn't reveal their secrets."

Giotto had an inkling that Daemon simply disguised himself as something unnoticeable all-day and watched Giotto's movements. In a way, that was pretty creepy.

"You look more like a circus ringmaster to me," Knuckle commented with a slight grin.

Daemon whipped to face the golden-eyed man. His eyes flashed dangerously as he frowned in annoyance. His attire was a soft spot. "At least I don't wear a pointless bandage on my nose all the time," he retorted, smirking.

Knuckle glared angrily at Daemon. "It's an extreme reminder that I mustn't fight anymore."

Asari's navy eyes reflected worry. "We shouldn't fight," he said, playing the peacemaker.

The noise was giving Lampo a headache, so - dutifully becoming the lightning rod that absorbed all attention - he spoke up with sleepy eyes, "Can you show us the brat?"

Giotto smiled genuinely, appreciation and approval flashing in his eyes. "Could you fetch him for me, Lampo? He's in the guestroom closest to Daemon's."

Daemon's irritation at that little detail was visible. And, not unlike a child, he leaned back into his chair and pointedly ignored his surroundings, giving everyone the silent treatment.

"Here we are," Lampo said softly and nodded toward the double-doors before him. "I'll go in first," he offered when he noticed Tsuna's obvious apprehension.

Nodding, Tsuna swallowed the nervousness embedded in his throat and walked several paces behind Lampo. When Lampo lazily took his seat, Tsuna was left standing awkwardly to the side. What should he do? Should he stand by Giotto's side, or remain where he was? He was saved from anxious decision by Giotto, who gestured with his hand for Tsuna to move towards him.

Once Tsuna was by Giotto's side, he felt safer and calm. The tension from his shoulders dissipated and they slumped down, drained. "Umm, why I am here?" he asked quietly.

"So that you can familiarize yourself with my Guardians," Giotto replied.

Tsuna nodded in comprehension, and surveyed the room's occupants. Amazingly, Giotto's Guardians were just like Tsuna's - as though they were replicas. They had the same faces, but there were subtle differences.

To the right of Tsuna and Giotto was G. G was a lot like Gokudera from what Tsuna deduced - he was fierce, loyal, and Giotto's right-hand man. But G was calmer than Gokudera. Gokudera usually sent off intimidating waves to anyone who came close to Tsuna - or everyone he didn't know - but G didn't; he had no immediate opinion of strangers unless they appeared to be the dangerous type.

Seated on the left of Giotto was a man who looked an amazingly like Yamamoto. They were both level-headed and excreted a warm and friendly air around them. But whereas Yamamoto would be all-smiles, this man was neutral, though his eyes were warm.

Beside Yamamoto's counterpart was Ryohei's clone. Ryohei's clone was just like G, except that he was grinning. Whereas Ryohei was wild-eyed and boisterous, his clone was tamer and reserved.

Alongside Ryohei's clone, and directly facing Tsuna, was…Mukuro? No. He just had the same appearance as Mukuro - even the same smirk. Mukuro's doppelganger was staring right at Tsuna as though Tsuna were some intricate puzzle that he had to solve. Mukuro's doppelganger, from what Tsuna assumed (judged by the way he held himself), was exactly like Mukuro himself. Tsuna vaguely wondered whether Giotto underwent problems because of Mukuro's look-alike just as he did with Mukuro.

On Mukuro's doppelganger's right was Lampo. Lampo looked similar to Lambo's fifteen-year-old self. However, whereas TYL!Lambo was egotistical and haughty, Lampo seemed uninterested and slightly reserved. Maybe he was only like this when around Giotto?

And finally, beside Lampo was a man with white hair, but wasn't old. If Tsuna hadn't known any better, he would have thought that Hibari had gone blonde. He valiantly refrained from bursting out in a fit of laughter, though his puffed-up cheeks were turning red.

'Hibari's eye instantly snapped open at the chuckle that had managed to escape Tsuna's lips. "And what, pray tell, is so amusing?" he demanded.

Tsuna's amusement instantly subsided. He broke out in a cold sweat under the cold glare he was receiving. "N-Nothing," he stammered.

"Alaude," 'Yamamoto' chided mildly.

"Hm," Alaude, apparently, shut his eyes and remained silent.

"Thank you for that, Ugetsu," Giotto said gratefully.

Ugetsu smiled in reply.

'Mukuro' chuckled. "Now that I can examine him closely, this boy isn't similar to you at all - at least not personality-wise."

Tsuna hung his head at the second blow his pride he received in one day.

"Only a stalker like you would know that, Daemon," G snapped.

Tsuna quirked an eyebrow. Daemon and G got along like Mukuro and Gokudera did - which was, to say, like oil and water.

After several minutes of speculation from both sides, Tsuna was finding it uncanny how Primo's and his Guardians were so alike. It actually made Tsuna somewhat wary, in a teasing way of course.

Tsuna was presently in the bathroom connecting to his own bedroom, which was admittedly ostentatious and - well - big, to put it simply. He rubbed his drenched face vigorously with a small towel to rid himself of the fatigue and weariness that lingered.

He had just exited from the bath that was perhaps even bigger than the one in the base from the Future. Bathing always helped clear his mind. Whether it was because of the sensation of his tension being lifted by the lukewarm water or the fact that no one could disturb him there, Tsuna was unsure, but he didn't care.

Dressed in his pyjamas, Tsuna yawned and rubbed his eyes as he headed to his large bed. Suddenly, he halted in his steps. Something felt off - odd, even. The room was no longer warm and welcoming, but cold and isolating. It was as though someone else with an intimidating aura was in his room.

There was a throaty chuckle from Tsuna's four-poster bed. "So, who are you, really?" Daemon Spade was fingering Tsuna's Vongola Ring, his cold eyes scrutinizing the younger boy.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart sank for the third time this day.

Author's rants: LOL, yeah. Short chapter - but at least it's longer than the previous one! :D

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