Firstly, I'm EXTREMELY apologetic for not updating since, like, i dunno, FOREVER.

So i'm making it up with an EXCLUSIVE chapter! That's right! It ain't the present, or the future, its the PAST!

We're bringing you a blast from the past, we're bringing you history...

We're bringing you...VONGOLA PRIMO.

That's right, folks, put yer hands together for our very own VONGOLA PRIMO, GIOTTO!

(mind you, if you're one of the weird nincompoops who dislike spoilers, then don't read this chappie until you've encountered the bit where TYL Hibari seals Tsuna in the Hiporcupine of doom...oopsie! Looks like i've given a peek into the future already! :P)

Disclaimer: ...Look, if I owned KHR, why the EFF am I writing this?!

O0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o00o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

A flash of blonde.

A distant scream.

A car backfired.

The shadowy blonde ducked into the shadows of a dark alley, and an angry mob, screaming, ran right past, their pink sparkling torches briefly illuminating the face of the panting blonde.

...hold up, angry? That's wrong. This mob was FAR from angry. In fact, they were so friggin happy, they were screaming and squealing. Which also explained the pink sparkling torches.

"GET HIM!" hollered the leader, in a fluffy high-pitched voice that just oozed pink. The blonde in the shadows looked up sharply, cursed in fluent Italian, and sprinted for his life.

As he ran, he pulled out his pistol from his long coat and fired ten shots behind him. He heard them hit home, but the mob kept coming/squealing.

"Damn fangirls...." cursed the blonde. "As if I don't get enough from fleeing from the Millefiore and all those other blasted mafia famiglia..." He spun around and shot again.

"I have no choice...I hate it...they...it's the only way!" He cursed again, skidding to a stop. He turned to see the pink sparkling crowd that illuminated the night sky of Italy.

"X Burner!" He yelled furiously, and the mob suddenly skidded to a stop at the sight of his gloves that had suddenly ignited into bright orange flames.

Not out of fear, you realise.

Quite the opposite.

As the young mafia boss blasted himself into the safety of his element, he heard screams of joy below him.

"KYAA~~! He's doing it again! Those beautiful flames that brighten my heart!"

"GIOTTO, MARRY ME!!!!~~~"

In the cover of the dark clouds in the night sky, a panting blonde mafia boss cursed in Italian, Japanese, English, and some cuss words he made up because he'd run out of languages to swear in.

o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

The blonde landed on the dimly lit street near the hideout. He knocked on the door of the broken dilapidated house.

"Whosh dere?!" shouted a violent and drunk voice.

"Vongola Primo."

"Oh!" The previously drunk voice turned polite and sober. The blonde stood there, tapping his foot as he heard the clicks and bombs removed/deactivated so the door could be opened. After a while, the door swung open, and the voice said, "Welcome back, Primo!"

As the blonde walked through the dimly lit corridor, two men flanked him as they walked through another door, into a brightly lit room where cigarette smoke thickened the atmosphere.

"Ah...welcome back, Giotto," smiled a gentle face which belonged to the Bishop of Saint Bernard.

"..." The man who said this simply nodded in a regal fashion.

"YO my man GIOTTO! How's it going!" shouted a cheery former Millefiore member.

"TALK to the Primo with some respect, will you? Especially with the kindness he showed you..." muttered the young Italian doctor, who had a great amount of respect for his boss.

Giotto smiled tiredly. "Now now, Alvisio. It's been a really horrid night for me, so just calm down, okay?"

The Italian doctor blushed, but nodded.

The rain guardian, who had been holding a flute in his hand, looked up. "Giotto, my friend, what misfortune befell you THIS time.."

Giotto smiled again. "It appears that those fangirls that chased you in Japan...well, they're here too...and they are after me."

"WHAT?!" shouted Alvisio, standing up and brandishing an amazingly large collection of explosives from under the poker table. "Primo, I will defend you against those ...freaks of nature!" He followed this by swearing viciously in Italian, which caused the priest to flinch.

Giotto sighed, and plonked himself heavily on a chair. Pulling off his gloves, he said, "I'm glad to see you're willing to help. Problem is, I'm surprised they haven't come after you already...you are quite the, ah, ladies' man, I would have guessed."

Almost as if on cue, the side of the wall that Alvisio was leaning against exploded, sending the poor Italian flying forward.

"SECURITY BREACH! EMERGENCY!" screamed one of the Guardians.

The cloud guardian, who was a King, brushed himself with grace and elegance, then brandished two iron boomerangs, and hissed "I'll destroy these intruders."

Giotto's eyes widened. "VONGOLA! RETREAT! IT'S THE FANGIRLS!"

Pink sparkles flew out and giggles followed. Alvisio hurled unstable explosive and a hundred other illegal flammable devices toward the debris, where sparkling figures seemed to emerge from, giggling all the time.

"GIOTTO SWEETIE! WE WANT YOU!!!~~~"

"Wait, there's that Italian hottie over there!"

"Alvisio, is it?~~"

"I WANT HIM TOO!~~"

Alvisio flinched. "What the he—"

Giotto pulled on his gloves furiously, and shot the ceiling down, so it collapsed on top of the giggling mob.

"Damnit! RUN!" yelled Alvisio.

"We won't let them get near you, Giotto my friend!" nodded the Japanese swordsman, gravely.

Giotto, nodded back, but went pale, till his orange eyes seemed all the more remarkable.

"If I ever get out of this..." Giotto panted, as he fled with his guardians behind the forest. "...may my tenth descendant of the Vongola family be more fortunate!"

"But Primo..." remarked the priest, "if that is so, then that would mean he is less desirable to the opposite gender as compared to you?"

"It's okay, he'd understand..." muttered Giotto.

o0o0o0o0o0o00o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

Ten generations of Vongola later, Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed as he saw Hibari fending off thirty rabid fangirls at once. Gokudera turned and asked, "Juudaime? Why the long face, long sigh, and overall miserable look?"

Tsuna sighed again. "Gokudera-kun, sometimes I'm so glad I don't have to fight with those stupid fangirls, but I can't help feeling envious. Why am I so unlucky???"

Gokudera sighed inwardly. Despite his Juudaime being so awesome and all, he couldn't appreciate the safety he had. Maybe Tsuna just didn't understand that girls didn't chase him because he was just too tough for them.

o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

This chappie is shorter than I thought, but then, it seems that there's more to this.

I didn't make up everything. According to some bit, there's a King, a Priest and a mafia member from another family in Giotto's little Vongola family. I made up Alvisio, though, and it's kinda obvious he's kinda like Gokudera.

The king is obviously like Hibari.

The priest was kinda like Mukuro, except...well, priests are godly, and Mukuro's quite the direct opposite.

The rain guardian was a swordsman who had to give up the flute for swordsmanship just because his friend Giotto needed his help. He looks a bit like Yamamoto too, in the manga.

Uh, Giotto looks like Tsuna. I was planning on making him say "If i get out of this alive, may my tenth decendant for the Vongola be equally cute, equally hot, but a thousand times lamer and more loserish than I am!" But then Giotto isn't that type.

As for him making up swear words, my cousins do that. They made up the word "baka', until I told them that baka was really an insult in Japanese. They were so happy with themselves...-_-

Anyway, excuse the long A/N and review!