"Vongola." - Italian

"Vongola." - Japanese

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Chapter 7: Disquiet

Present [400 years into the future] — Vongola Headquarters, Sicily, Italy

All the occupants eyes widen in utter disbelief, though several masked the emotion. Like a sharp cut to break the thickening tension, many couldn't bring themselves to speak. Even so, the inventors were quite shocked themselves despite learning the connection.

"V-Vendice?!" Hayato sputtered. "What do they have to do with Juudiame's disappearance?"

Spanner shrugged at the given question, also not knowing the answer himself. "Possibly anything. We haven't looked deeper since none of our radars and machines gave too much knowledge." He stratched his head in thought. "Unless you look into the matter itself."

The guardians flinched at the request. The Arcobaleno tugged his fedora lower, clicking his tongue. "Individually," Reborn interjected. The attention was brought to the infant. "This means risking the freedom and justification of Vongola's Guardians'. Also we'll most likely have a slim chance receiving any hints or clues."

"That's the most we've decided to side with. Other than that, we're back to base one." Irie spoke up, gaining the spotlight. "But we have many theories to make a connection with. There are many possiblities — but the Vendice is our best one yet, unless the circumstances differ."

Everyone was in a turmoil at the vague explanation. Whether to take a risky, dangerous chance to save their boss or continue to drag endless worrisome days one after another. But they will not wait for chance, this is their gentle, precious sky. They may never get a chance like this again.

"I will do my best to save Juudiame!" Hayato clenched his fist, his eyes burning in a fierce, desperate determination. Eventually all the guardians agreed, the ferocious desire in their eyes shining bright. Reborn smirked then turned to the inventors. "Contact me when you gain more knowledge. We've got to save Dame-Tsuna."

He turned to the guardians. "And you'll all be training with me for the time being."

Past [400 years into the past] — Vongola Mansion

The once lovely, healthy green grass was instantly turned into a gruesome battlefield, crimson staining quickly. The use of flames flaring from one spot to another. To Tsuna, it was all a blur. His heart beat pounded in his ears as he felt the sooth assuring warm sensation of his flame flickering on his forehead. His eyes frantically searched for the priest, only to find him in a three-to-one confrontion.

Suddenly, an immense poke throbbed at his temple causing him to wince. Then unexpectedly, his body felt numb, almost as if it had failed him, shutting down. The air was suffocating, harder to breath. Bile started to rise at the back of his throat. Tsuna stumbled to the ground and catched himself kneeling over, trying to regain his senses back.

Then one painful beat at his heart. His body tingled.

Everything seemed to slow down.

The three mafiasos had the upper hand while Knuckle was steadily losing the advantage. Immobilized, he watched the scene with morification. "Knuckle-san!" His voice seemed to echo, Tsuna realized. Said man dodged a swept to his legs, catching only a glimpse of Tsuna before exchanging some blows.

One of men chuckled humorlessly at Tsuna. "This brat is your savior? Ha, pitiful! Obviously the Vongola Guardians are truly weak; hiding behind a mask to conceal their flaws."

Knuckle barely evaded the deadly slash of a sword until the enemy used the short momentum to use a special techinque. Twisting his foot in an almost fluid dance motion, he swung the sword in the air at a fast rate. A bluish hue enveloped the sword as the man mumbled incoherant phrases. The blue hue bursted brightly, the sound of glass breaking followed after. The man jumped to reached the sword, clutching the hem tightly and roared infuriatingly, "Vendetta selveggia di Kyuu!"

Knuckle gritted his teeth. He looked up.

The sharp, glaring glimmer of the sword. The mafiaso's dangerous feral grin.

"—your path ends here, dear Guardian!"

"Knu—hat—re—you—oing—?"

"—!" He registered pain then the unforgiving ground. His vision was blurrly, the smell and taste of blood swarmed his senses. Sound never reached his ears; only silence echoed.

"Kn—KNUCKLE!" Giotto's voice? No...? Yes, of course, his dear friend.

'Giotto, my dearest friend. Lead the Vongola into a brighter future, along the Guardians whom I cherished as blood family. As I have failed, please continue on in happiness. Do not mourn for my loss. I'll be with the Father, in peace. May we meet in the next life.' A faint smile appeared on his face. An understanding, gentle smile.

He breathed his last breath as the Father took him away.

Tsuna frozen and trembled from shock, tears unknownly running. He witnessed the merciless death of Onii-san's ancestor. The previous bile arises again which he forced down. Knuckle wasn't suppose to die, not this early. According to Reborn's lectures, they continued to lead Vongola into their mid-old ages, which is when they retired, settling down in peaceful, isolate areas.

The murder laughed, feeling powerful as he defeated the Sun Guardian in one blow. He was truly disgusting. Tsuna watched with wide eyes the man—covered entirely in Knuckle's blood—examined his sword, inspecting the crimson stains. He nearly fainted as the man licked the sword, his face twisting to one of insanity and delight as he swallowed the liquid.

"At least his blood makes up for his pitful combat skills," He threw his back, howling. His partners accompanied him, leaning on one another gasping for breath as if it was the funniest joke in the world.

Tsuna clenched his fists, anger exploding inside of him like the untamable temper of his dear friend and guardian. His blood boiled, the feeling of hatred swarming in depths of his mind. The heat of his flames coursed through his body, emitting an image of ferocious bright auburn aura surrounding him. He felt the flame on his forehead burn grow larger, the heat rising.

Tsuna rised to his feet glaring at the laughing hyenas. "This is no laughing matter," His voice turned more deep and darker at higher levels. The mafiosos instantly stopped, a shiver racing through their spines.

The young man who came to the Sun Guardian's rescue was a terrifiying sight to behold. His dangerous bright orange eyes reflected grief, rage, regret. Sky flames were ignited on his hands and forehand, burning fierce. This spiked a reaction from the enemies. He was similiar to...

"...P-Primo!" One of the mafiaoso gasped. "It's Vongola Primo!"

They stepped back in fear. "Ha, now you're the ones running. Wouldn't you want to experience the same fate?"

One of the men snapped out of his dilemma, pushing back against his partners behind him. He quickly turned and shoved them out of his path, stumbling to run on his trembling legs. "Move out of the way, idiots! If you don't get your asses moving, we're all dead!"

As he stepped forward, his body froze. The man panicked, itching for his body to move only to no avail. "W-what is this?! Let me g-?"

"Hah? Don't make me laugh you disgrace of human flesh," Tsuna snarled. "It'd only be fair if you had the same experience, wouldn't it? Now hold still while I rip that delicate flesh of yours to pieces." He licked his lips, a wicked gleam in his eyes. One quick glance from the man sent him into a rain of tears and long, deranged cries of despair.

Off to the side the other mafiosos stared in shock; while others had the right mind to at least make an escape. Primo could only gape, his features pale as a cold, dreadful feeling course through his body. He watched, petrified, as Tsuna grinned maliciously, torturing the man without mercy. He could see in his eyes; this wasn't Tsuna. It was someone entirely different.

"Prego, vi prego... Lascio i locali e non torneranno più!" The man begged, reverting back to his naive language. There was no other word to describe the utter gore that befell on him. His body was beyond recognition, a huge pool of blood beneath him.

"Perché non implori al Padre sotto cieli," With a twisted smile, Tsuna set his body aflame.

The man's screams traveled for miles.

His mind went black for a second.

He blinked.

"Why don't you take a seat, Tsunayoshi," His ancestor's voice reached his ears.

Tsuna blinked again. Wasn't...? ...How?

What happened to Knuckle-san? Did he really...?

He took a glimpse around the room he was currently in. Primo was seated on a beige sofa, Asari flanking his left and G to his right whose foot is propped up with the help of the small coffee table. He watched as the Storm Guardian discarded the cigarette in his mouth. The next, he jumped off his position and snarled, "So, this is the brat who dare defy me! Primo, let me handle this; it won't take long." His mischievious grin made Tsuna flinch internally.

'Isn't... this happened a little before the ambush...' Tsuna thought, observing what is happening before his eyes.

Giotto sighed, raising a hand. "G, please calm down." The man reculantly comply, sitting down with a 'tch'.

"Lampo-sama's bored," Lampo yawned. G, being the one to never put up with his antics, kicked his chair over. Then happened another quarrel.

Tsuna zoned them out, trying to comprehend what had happened. Firstly, Primo asked him which family he'd come from. Before he could answer however, an axplosion went off, then the battle began. Which leads him to where Knuckle was murdered. Tsuna grimace, his gut twisting in discomfort. Knuckle wasn't suppose to be on his deathbed. That was another odd thing. Then again, he, himself, became out of controlled and...and... 'No,' He thought his head.

His eyebrows crunched. But, his mind went black then now this happened. It isn't possible for him to go from one place to another. Maybe Mukuro, which was different case since he welds mist flames. Unless...he traveled himself? No, that can't be. Byakuran might be able to since how to was able to contact with his parallel world's self. Now that he thought about it, Yuni had the ability to look into the future.

His eyes widen in shock.

Nooooo. This wasn't just happening.

Don't tell him that he can...

"Tsunayoshi," He snapped his attention to the world around him to see all of the First Generation gave him scrutinizing gazes. Primo's eyes narrowed as Tsuna shifted his sights on him.

He swallowed hard just as the weight of everything settled on his shoulders. Shit just got even more real.

Well, maybe because he can fucking see into the future!

Fucking fantastic.

"Prego, vi prego... Lascio i locali e non torneranno più!" — "Please, I beg of you... I'll leave the premises and never come again!" — [Italian]

"Perché non implori al Padre sotto cieli" — "Why don't you beg to the Father below heaven" — [Italian]

A/N: Hello dearest fellow readers! I apologize for the longest wait you've probably had. I'm so glad I updated since I've been waiting to update. Not to deflate your excitement, but after this update I don't know whether there will be a short or long-term haitus. I'm sincerely sorry. May you just wait for me once again. Then again, you readers make my heart gleam brighter for further chapters. :)

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