From the Past to the Present

by Shrouded-Persona

What started off as a normal day went haywire when Lambo decided to use a broken bazooka. How did these strangers get here, and how long are they stuck for? Will Tsuna and co. survive this encounter? (There will eventually be yaoi in here and there is nothing you can do to change my mind)

2. You're the Vongola First Generation!

Chapter 2: You're the Vongola First Generation?!

"Che cazzo sta succedendo?!" (What the fuck is going on?)

"Questo è quello che vorrei sapere, moccioso!" (That's what we'd like to know, brat!)

A shouting match erupted between Gokudera and one of the men that appeared out of thin air. Tsuna couldn't understand what neither his right-hand man nor the stranger was saying, since they was speaking in Italian, so the brunette took a quick glance at the newcomers.

The man arguing with Gokudera had fiery red hair, with blazing red eyes to match. He had this intricate tattoo that looked like flames sprawled over his right cheek. Both he and Gokudera looked disturbingly similar.
Then there was a green haired teenager with a small lightning shaped tattoo under his right eye. He was looking at everyone with a bored glance. He nearly looked like Lambo from ten years into the future.
Next along the line of men was a black haired man dressed in a traditional blue and white Japanese robe with a tall black hat adorned on his head. He seemed to be trying to calm down the redheaded man, which was utterly futile, though he kept laughing it off. "He's just like Yamamoto."
A black haired man in a black priests' robe was next. He had a small white bandage on his nose, and he seemed to have both his hands bandaged too. He was also talking to the redheaded man, more like shouting. Tsuna was able to pick up 'God' somewhere in his speech.
The next stranger seemed to be enjoying the quarreling, or at least Tsuna guessed after hearing constant 'Nufufufus' coming from him. The brunette felt a shiver run down his spine, as the turquoise haired man bared such a close esemblance to his guardian Mukuro.
A low, irritated growl came from the corner of the room. As Tsuna looked toward the sound, he spotted a platinum blond haired man adorned in a dark trench coat overlooking the other occupants of the room. He didn't seem pleased with the noise or the crowding. "Just like a certain prefect."
Finally, the teen noticed the last new stranger of the room. Honey brown locked with amber orange, and Tsuna couldn't help but be drawn into those eyes. The man had wild hair very much like Tsuna's except the stranger's was blond.

A tap on Tsuna's shoulder startled him out his thoughts. "Ne, Tsuna-kun, who are these guys anyway?" asked Yamamoto. The black haired teen was captain of Namimori Middle's baseball team, and one of Tsuna's closest friends.

"Ah, Yamamoto-kun, welcome," Tsuna greeted. "Haha, thanks Tsuna for inviting me over. Anyway, back to the question, these guys are...?"

An already furious Gokudera, overhearing the question, decided to respond to that. "Baseball-freak! When the hell did you get here?! And don't refer to Juudaime so casually!" A chuckle was the response of the one under Gokudera's irritation. "Maa maa Gokudera-kun, you'll only strain your throat with all your screaming."

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO IDIOT!"

Tsuna let out a soft sigh. He was already stressed out as it is, and he didn't need a one sided shouting match with a headache close to forming in his head. "Gokudera-kun, please just calm down. We need to focus on finding out who these strangers are," he asked with an exasperated tone.

At the sound of his boss's voice, the silver-haired teen perked up immediately. "Juudaime, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to irritate you! Also, that won't be necessary, because I already know who they are."

"Oh?" Tsuna asked with a small smile on his face. "You do? That's wonderful Gokudera-kun!"

"My pleasure Juudaime!"
"So who exactly are they Gokudera-kun?"
"Shut up baseball-freak! I was just getting to that part!" Turning is attention back to Tsuna, the teen answered the question. "This is the Vongola First Generation."

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"Eh?" Time seemed to stop to the small brunette. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, gaping like an idiot, but when he finally shook off the shock, he nervously chuckled. "I'm sorry Gokudera-kun, I think I heard you wrong. I thought you said that they were the Vongola First Generation."

"No Juudaime, your hearing is just fine. That's exactly what I said."

"He's right you know, Dame-Tsuna."

"Hieeeeeee!"

Short chapter is short but I have two free days from school to work on Ch.3