Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or any of its characters, settings, or time-traveling ghost people.

Notes/Warnings: Spoilers through chapter 299, and for the Primo Arc in the anime too, I guess.

Summary: After the events of chapter 298, Primo and several of his guardians find themselves temporarily homeless.

Mafia Days: Chapter Two - Mi Casa es Su Casa

"You guys, it's really cramped in here," Ugetsu de gozarued unhappily.

"Well, you should have thought of that before your ring didn't get smashed to pieces like all the rest of ours," G sulked.

In truth, he wasn't any more pleased with the situation than the Rain Guardian was. It was, in fact, cramped, and it didn't help that that fucker D. Spade was beaming lecherously at them all from off in the corner, and it also didn't help that it was starting to get really hot in here too. This last part was mostly because there were six fully grown men all cramped inside one small metaphysical place, but part of G secretly suspected it was also because one of those men still insisted on having a live flame burning on his forehead.

"Boss," he tried delicately, "have you, uh, considered turning that off? You know, just until we all get out of here?"

"No," said Giotto, and G sighed. He resigned himself to the fact that no amount of pleading or logic would convince his best friend to stop being on fire.

"Ah, well. We'll all just have to suck it up to the extreme," said Knuckle.

"I rather like it, actually," Spade smiled.

G fought the kneejerk urge to pump a round of bullets into that annoying expression. "I still don't get why he has to be here," he complained.

"He's a guardian too, G," his boss pointed out. "Or was, anyway."

"You can at least go make him stay at Lampo's instead."

"Lampo already refused to take him, and I won't force him against his will."

"Perhaps you should go stay with Lampo instead, if my presence disturbs you so much," suggested Spade.

"I don't want to stay at Lampo's place," pouted G. "It smells like bubblegum," he added under his breath.

"It does..." Knuckle agreed thoughtfully.

"Does anyone else want to go stay with Lampo?" Ugetsu asked, looking around. When his query was met with a defeating silence, he signed and began to play a mournful tune on his flute.

"No music," broke in Alaude with a sharp glance. "It's bad enough that I already have to put up with this crowd." He said this in spite of the fact that he had already managed to establish a personal space bubble that far exceeded any of theirs, with the exception of Spade, who also had some three or four feet of clearance on either side of him that the others had given him voluntarily. (He had Mist Cooties.)

"It's my ring," Ugetsu said reasonably, "and I will play music if I want to." But he did, after a moment, slide another two feet away from Alaude's murderous glare, even though this put him far too close to G's buzz-off-sword-freak-you're-too-close elbow. And do you think G used that elbow on him for all it was worth? You bet he did, and with no regrets, either.

"Violence isn't the answer, G," Knuckle admonished.

"Like hell it isn't," muttered G.

"I agree," said Alaude, and abruptly he stood up, whipping out his handcuffs and starting forward.

"You wanna go?" G asked, reaching into his pocket for his gun.

Spade laughed, apparently enjoying the show, and both G and Alaude turned and redirected their glares at him. Spade only grinned and leaned back, beckoning them lazily, inviting them to fight.

"Guys, it's only been like fifteen minutes, you cannot possibly be resorting to a brawl already," Ugetsu whined. When none of the three acknowledged him, he turned plaintively to Giotto. "Boss, please put a stop to this."

"Gentlemen," said Primo, and then all three did pause for a moment to look over. "Not inside Ugetsu's home."

"Giotto, come on," G protested. "We don't need either of these guys here, they only make trouble."

"And you can't order me around, I'm afraid," Spade said with polite scorn.

Alaude said nothing at all, but merely turned his attention back to Spade a moment later, ignoring Giotto entirely.

Giotto blinked. Then he turned to look at Ugetsu. Ugetsu looked at him.

"You know, I think I'll go to Lampo's place after all," Knuckle said apropos of nothing, and a moment later he vanished.

Then a loud crash sounded in the brawling corner, and the three fighters disappeared into a cloud of smoke, from which the occasional grunt and curse could be heard.

Giotto and Ugetsu watched for a moment, and then Giotto shrugged. "Well, I tried."

Ugetsu closed his eyes and brought his flute to his lips.

The brawl continued on as the hollowly cheerful notes of a particularly melancholy version of 'Skip to My Lou' filled the air, and the first generation of the Vongola family settled in to wait for their homes to be repaired by an old guy and a jar of blood.