"Vongola." - Italian

"Vongola." - Japanese

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Chapter 2: Complications

Did he regret even coming to this time? Technically, he absolutely did, thank you very much. To which, he believes, blames on his sadistic home tutor, Reborn. After having been taught all the necessities and attributes of becoming and being a Vongola Boss. He was also given thousands—possibly even more—of books covering every aspect of history, not a single step missed.

From his own opinions, educating about Time Pardox was horrifying due to trying to remember the many twists and turns. It required a very complex individual, considering each topic goes in a never ending cycle—repeating many details at a certain point. His first experience of time travel was very inevidental and confusing, but luckily it was the upcoming ten years. Not having to worry about changing important entails, unlike the past. The past—currently now—is now his top priority in "Avoid At All Costs" list.

The turn of events—as of now—is very frustrating, considering he had meet the 1st Generation at the very beginning. And also had been captured, or rathered freed of himself, adding onto the list of what he seems like a infinite load of conflicts. Ah, seems as if all this reminiscing has caused him a bit nauesa.

Rubbing his temples in a tempted manner, he shifted his gaze onto the grassy land before him. Hm, the ground seems very interesting rather than the dumbfounded group surrounding him. 'Oh the joy of being from the future.' He inwardly cursed, resisting the urge to release a irritated click of his tongue.

"Nufufu~ Seems as if the youngster if ignoring me." Daemon purposely mocked, the tip of his eyebrow twitched slightly. His fingers itching to grasp his trident and slice the Vongola Boss to pieces.

Tsuna closely observed his actions, already coming to a conclusion that he doesn't take well to being ignored. His intution gave him a small speck of warning of the movements from the mist guardian. The brunette tensed his muscles, giving both bloodlusted guardians most of his attention. Any moment would be his last if he didn't keep a keen eye.

Tsuna released a quiet snort, his eyes slightly showing mock. Lazily glancing over the French-like soldier, his nose scrunched a tiny fraction. "Do you have any evidence to provide?" He pressed, a little too much.

The red headed male sneered at him, exposing his flawless white teeth along with sharp canines. "It would be best if you drop that attitude or this will be your last."

Asari, who was quietly on standby,—which is very unusual—gripped his katana tighter. "In what aspects did you receive our names?" Overloading forms of false ideas came to everyone's minds.

The future successor of Vongola frowned inwardly, assuming that this was just the duty of them to be overly concern of their premises. After all, he would have mostly likely did the same if a conflict similar would appear. Which he hopefully prays not will happen. But that isn't possible considering he is entirely involved in the mafia with the most highest, outstanding and respected position.

He released a slightly distained smile, his brows keening together. "No need for harsh intentions, if you must. I come completely harmless unless you intent to dig deeper." The last of his words were rather forced, which the generation first-handly noticed.

Giotto wrenched his hands in a firm grasp, placing it above his abdomen. His aura radiated "strength" and "power," along with his formal posture and neutral expression. "That clearly is our intention. If you wouldn't mind, we would like to take this easy—no harm done. That's all we ask of you."

Tsuna stretched his fingers in hands reach, faking an interested facade. "Is that so," he slowly responded, as if mocking them. His bangs hid his eyes from sight, amusement swirling in the caramel depths of abyss.

The storm guardian bared his teeth, biting the side of his cheek in irritation. 'He acts as if owns the place. Tch, bastard.' He thought bitterly, spitting a bit of saliva in anger. The thunder guardian, Lampo, recoiled in disgust, taking a step away while glaring at the madman. "Gross! What the hell, G?" He whined in distress.

G shifted his feet toward his direction, giving the teen an icy glare from his side glance. "I suggest you don't repeat that ever again." Then turned his attention to the calm, relaxed brunette. Lampo grumbled but none-the-less complied, also focusing on the brunette.

Unknown to the duo, Tsuna gazed at their interactions with mild interest, recalling his past memories. 'Things never do change.' It was best that his emotions don't get the best of him. Well, at least not yet. Mentally taking a note, he overlooked each individual, each gradually looking as if caught in a turmoil. Settling his sights on the founder of his position, he gestured to his hands. "Even if you insisted no violence; why the tense atmosphere and posture? Do you not trust me?"

The blonde jolted, his act noticed at the very beginning even if he had low expections of the young adult. Not that he entirely dismissed his reflexes on freeing himself of Alaude's specially crafted cuffs. Confusion swirled in the depths of his baby blue eyes, asking so many questions of the stranger standing before him. On the outside, his expression remained neutral, but his eyes differed.

Tsuna caught his gaze and searched them throughly. Just as he thought, each had their own perspectives of him, which mostly consisted of wariness, irritation, and interest. That was.. interesting. He'd never thought they would have a heavy weight on him. Pushing his thoughts aside, he casually shoved his hands in his pockets. Leaning on a leg, he said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk." Waving a finger in the mockily, he glared slightly. "Primo, don't you trust your intution as much as your guardians?"

The surrounding individuals froze, his words echoing in the cores of their minds. '..intution..' Giotto gave him a heated glare, enclosing his fingers around his gloves in his suit pocket. "I've had enough of your nuisance. Who are you?" His voice gradually got deeper, holding the tone of an enraged boss.

His guardians flocked his sides in a second, each sending different levels of glares. The red head's eyes enlarged before flickering like a flame. Releasing a snarl, G charged head on, his gun flaring up in a large flame. With the gun charged at the highest level, he jumped above Tsuna's head, slowly twisting and turning. In a split second, he pulled the trigger as a huge red flame bursted forth.

The brunette quickly evaded the attack by doing an 180° degree sidekick, aiming the heel of his foot aline with the storm guardian's abdomen. G caught his foot and pushed himself further away then landing safely on his two feet. Tsuna landed gracefully, his attire not runined the slightest. A small crater was left where the brunette once stood while the duo switched places.

G gripped his gun with two hands, the weapon pointed in the direction of his fellow guardians and boss. Just before he fired, he sneered, "Don't think this is a game anymore!" Then another huge flame traveled at a fast rate. Giotto and his guardians jumped to the side, bracing themselves for the blast. Tsuna studied the storm's stance and almost snorted in amusement. 'This is very familiar.'

When the bullet made contact, a bright light fled the surrounding area, temporarily blinding the witnesses. By the time they regained their visions, they peered through the dust and found nothing but a large crater. G smirked in victory, dropping his guard competely. "Beat that, bastard! I've done my job."

The founding generation gathered around the crater and glanced at the other. That was until Giotto broke the silence by asking an unusually disturbing question; "Did we just kill that guy?" He asked in disbelief and shock. The rest re-thought over the question with bewilderment. Yes, they killed the guy—well by G's hands anyway—but what's this strange feeling.

Actually, there were two strange feelings they felt; one, by eliminating the guy, and two, a dreading feeling washed over them. The feel of a bad occurance was about to happen. The atmosphere suddenly felt hard to breathe in and changed drastically. The temperature dropped below zero degrees in a second. This alerted the group as they got into a circle.

Lampo shivered, trying to regain his warmth as he rubbed his arms frantically. He released a deep sigh, but it physically came out as a fog-like substance. "G-guys, why did it suddenly get really cold?" Everyone realized his notice and glanced at the sky. Dark clouds rolled in above their heads just as quick, making the atmosphere more colder than before.

A broken tree branch caught their attention, all heads turning in a particular direction. Until a low voice boomed, "Game? The mafia isn't a billion times close to a game. It's called reality." Recognizing it as Tsuna, they readied their flames just as Giotto shoved his gloves on, already in HDWM.

Tsuna let out a chuckle as he watched them crowd into a group. "I really won't want to do this. But if you insist." He spread his feet a foot apart then held is hands together in front of his torso, looking as if he were praying. Closing his eyes, he gathered as much energy as to where it'll not be fatal but left some major and/or minor injuries. If he were in HDWM, the damage would be permenent and fatal.

At first, a small orb of an orange sphere appeared between his palms, but later grown as large as a basketball. He charged a small amount of flames into a ball and stop once he it was enough. In a calm, relaxing tone, he casted, "Supernovae X!" His eyes snapped open and flashed a bright orange before returning to their original color. The orb in his palms shot out of his hands before heading straight at the petrified group.

The guardians eyes widen in shock, there bodies frozen in place. This guy. Did they really just sense sky flames radiating from him? They snapped back into reality when the ball of energy came rushing at them. They barely escaped the blast when it exploded on the ground beneath them.

BOOM!

The blast echoed throught the surrounding around.

The maids and butlers within the mansion froze in their places before going chaotic, running for cover. Once hearing the loud boom—to which they thought a war has started—everyone scrambled into random directions.

Dust particles once again fogged the area, tiny debris of some sort raining down. As it settled, a mile large gap was created, destroying the once beautiful garden and arcitectures. The first generation individuals were found in various areas of the crater, all carrying injuries.

Tsuna frowned deeply, his bangs shadowing his eyes from view. 'I must recleanse my sins. I apologize for the misconcept, Primo.' He thought wearily, his fists clenching at his sides. His attention then focused on the decapitated men.

Giotto groaned painly, feeling every part of his body ache with his slight movements. Same goes to the others dealing with wounds, of course. His mind wandered off to the man's actions, most likely his flames. 'Could he, too, wield the Sky flames? Which is very unlikely considering not much exsists with this time. So, how can it be possible?' A pitiful whimper escaped his lips. Never in his life as he experienced this much pain.

Cracking an eye open, he gazed at the sky in a daze then settling them on each of his companions. Each were covered in wounds sizing from minor to major, including himself. The sound of footsteps crossing the grass gathered their attention. Looking to the edge of the crater they saw the brunette staring them down with.. sympathy?

His voice came out as low as a whisper but they heard clearly. "I am displease with my actions. But as for the destruction I've caused, I assure you this will be accumulated with as soon as possible."

Their visions faded black and the last words heard were, "..Sorry, Giotto, and your guardians."

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A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you enjoyed the second chapter. Also, if you've thought about Tsuna's "Supernovae X", it's an attack created for myself. Well, because I thought, you know, Tsuna should have a new technique since some are overly used, as a cliche. So, yes, that's all for now. Until next time!

-AnimexXxLuvver

EDITED: 12-05-14