SkyGem: Wow, so far, this is doing better than RaF...I'm not sure how to feel about that XD But I do know that I'm really happy! Getting over 30 reviews in two days, it's been a while since that happened to me. Thank you all so much! Anyways, let us move on to the story~

Daemon, who was on his way home from his latest mission in Rome, looked suspiciously at the sight in front of him. He had never, in his wildest dreams, imagined that there would be another person in the world with hair even remotely similar to his.

To suddenly find two kids with almost identical hairstyles irked him to no end; not to mention that the boy brat's face was also similar to his, and this irked him even more...at least the girl looked nothing at all like him.

"Who the hell are you?" Daemon asked the young boy, who was glaring at him.

"Who the hell are you?" retorted the kid, staring up at him with mismatched eyes; now how had that happened? The mist guardian was pretty sure that one couldn't be born with a red eye...could they?

His eyebrow twitching a little, he said, "I asked you first, you brat! Anyways, didn't your parents ever tell you to respect your elders?"

"I don't have parents!" shouted the kid. "Now get away from me, you freaking pedophile!"

"P-Pedophile?" asked Daemon, drawing back in shock. Letting his anger overwhelm him, he let loose an illusion of hundreds of snakes, entangling themselves around the little boy. The boy shocked him, though, by showing him that he, too, could use illusions.

After a long, drawn out battle, the two illusionists fell to the ground, panting. Throughout the whole ordeal, the girl, who had been long forgotten, just sat there, staring at them silently.

Sensing her stare on him, Daemon turned to look at the girl, who quickly looked away.

"What's up with your sister?" he finally asked of the boy, whose name he still didn't know yet.

"She's not my sister!" he grumbled, looking away. "I don't even know who she is. It's just that, when I suddenly appeared here, she was with me."

"Appeared here?" asked Daemon questioningly.

"Judging from the clothing you and everyone else seem to be wearing and just the general atmosphere, I'd guess we're sometime in the 17th century. I'm from around four hundred years in the future," said the boy, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if being thrown centuries into the past was the norm for him.

Daemon let out a full-throated chuckle; he was starting to like this kid. "From the future, eh?" he asked sceptically.

"That's right," said the boy, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "And from the looks of her clothes, she's probably from the same time."

For the first time, Daemon noticed, with surprise, that their clothes were indeed rather strange. With a small smirk, he decided that he would go along with their little 'game' . . . for now.

"Kufufu, I see," he said. "Then if you're from the future, I'm guessing you have nowhere to stay while you're here?"

"We'll think of something," said the boy with mismatched eyes, and Daemon raised an eyebrow. Despite saying that he didn't know the girl, this young boy seemed to have grown attached to her.

Not wanting to lose his new toys so fast, the mist guardian said, "Well, why don't you stay with me and my Famiglia at the Vongola mansion?"

"Vongola?" repeated the little boy, an odd expression appearing on his face. "I see," he said. "Judging from your illusions, you must be Vongola Primo's mist guardian, Daemon Spade, yes?"

"Oh, you know about me?" he asked, feeling oddly excited.

"Of course, the Vongola is the most influential Family in all of Italy, everyone knows about them," said the kid slowly, as if talking to a child or a dim-wit.

"Really?" asked the older illusionist excitedly, somehow finding him believing more and more the child's story. "Well then, you'll have to tell me more about it when we get to the mansion."

"I don't know that much about it," sniffed the boy. "I was from the Estraneo Family before they were . . . destroyed. I hate anything and everything to do with the mafia."

"I see," said Daemon thoughtfully. "Well, if you come with me, you'll get a chance to trash a mafia boss's office and piss off his right-arm while you're at it. I'll even make sure they don't kill you."

The little boy seemed to think for a moment, then nodded and said, "Kufufu, it looks like we have a deal then, Spade. By the way, I am Mukuro Rokudo, and this is Nagi."

"I thought you said you didn't know her," said Daemon curiously,

"I don't," said Mukuro with a shrug. "But before you came here, I tried talking to her, but she doesn't know Italian, only some asian language. Japanese, I think. All I could understand was that her name was Nagi."

"I see," said Daemon thoughtfully, looking down at the girl. "A pleasure to meet you, Nagi-san," he said to her, and her eyes widened.

Bowing deeply, she said, "Hajimemashite, Spade-san."

Daemon smiled when she replied, and Mukuro just looked back and forth between the two of them. "Just call me Daemon," said the mist guardian, holding his hand out to her in invitation. "Your friend here tells me that you're lost. Why don't you come live with me until you can find your way home?"

Nagi stared up at the strange man in uncertainty. It had been drilled into her head many times over that she should never trust strangers, especially handsome ones, but did those rules apply here? She was stuck who knows where with no chance of returning home any time soon, and she would die anyway if she didn't come up with something soon.

Finally, after a slight hesitation, Nagi took his hand and smiled, allowing him to lead her wherever it was he lived.

Giotto was wide eyed with shock. He could not believe what was going on in front of him.

The normally calm and collected Alaude looked as if he were about to burst, and it was all thanks to the little silverette whom he had just learned was named Hayato Gokudera. Not even G could make Alaude as mad as Hayato had, and the amazing thing was, the kid wasn't even trying.

"I will ask you once again," said the pale blond in a barely controlled voice, "and this time, you will answer me properly. How did you get in the mansion?"

Hayato merely turned his head away and crossed his arms. "I've already answered you many times. If you still don't get it, then I have no reason to talk to you anymore."

Finally, finally, Alaude's control snapped in two and he lunged at the boy.

Rushing forward, G and I each grabbed an arm, trying to stop him from mauling the annoying little brat. The only reason he hadn't done this earlier was because I had threatened him with disbanding his information network.

For the past two hours, we had all been holed up in the interrogation room, trying to extract information from the kids as to how and why they were on Vongola property. So far, we'd found out absolutely nothing.

Rubbing my temple to try and dispel the massive headache I was getting, I was about to start talking again when the door burst open and Daemon came striding in, a smirk stretched across his face.

"I've been looking everywhere for you!" he shouted triumphantly. "We've got guests!" As he said this, two kids stepped out from behind him, and when Giotto saw their pineapple haircuts, he froze in horror.

Dear lord, there were two of them!

SkyGem: I'm so sorry this was so short guys! I promise, I'll make it up to you somehow, okay? Just please, for now, leave a review and tell me what you thought! Reviews are my motivation, and if I get enough, I might just update this again tomorrow ^_^. Ciao until then~