Yeah, took me a while to post this. I got lost in Giglio Nero dynamics.

And I really dislike chapters close to canon, because I'm kind of a perfectionist and want to be as close as possible but hate looking it up.

I really wanted to show the characters' reactions a bit more... mainly for the girls, because honestly, would it have hurt the sales of KHR that much to add some characterisation to Haru and Kyoko?

Also I think Bianchi is awesome... if she got over Reborn. Because... no. Just, no.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Please drop a review!

"Ouch, Ryohei-kun really didn't' hold back when he socked you, did he?" Hine commented as she carefully dabbed some salve on his split lip.
Tsuna just shrugged with an embarrassed chuckle.
"Well, he was understandably angry I had told Kyoko-chan."
Silence reigned as she got up for a different tube of salve and applied it to his bruised cheek equally carefully.
Then she sighed.
"I know he's her big brother, but it didn't do our Kyoko any good to be kept unaware. The girls were in constant danger and couldn't even take precautions because of it. It's a miracle nothing happened to them."
Tsuna frowned. He hadn't actually considered that. He had been more concerned about his friends from the past to think of the implications of how their future counterparts had lived.
He flinched as Hine applied come gauze to his cheek with medical tape.
"I guess you're right," he agreed, "but Bianchi tricking me to believe Kyoko had run away again was mean."
She smiled calmly at him as if she knew more than him (she probably did) and amiably supplied, "well, you're just too nice for this world, Tsuna-kun."
He sighed, dismissing the notion of trying to find out what she knew and disagreed, "no, I was being selfish and ignorant."
Brushing off some lint from the gauze off her shorts she straightened up and held out her hand to pull him off the infirmary bed he'd been sitting on while she patched him up.
"Sometimes it's okay to be selfish. You wanted to protect them. It's noble of you, but ultimately it's futile. There's a thin line between being a gentleman and being an idiot trying to hold a girl back. The difference lies in protecting her from threats she can't handle and acting as if she was a 'damsel in distress' unable to look after herself. It's hard for them to come to terms with the truth, but they'll become stronger for it. Being ignorant however is a good way to get everyone you care about killed."
Tsuna shrunk back at the harsh reminder of the severity of their situation.
Hine evidently noticed as she smiled kindly.
"But now you're aware of your mistake. You know what you have to do now. And look at the bright side, telling Kyoko-chan helped you figure out how to use your Vongola box."
Tsuna nodded in agreement.
"Realising you were part of the Vongola in your own right and talking to Lal-san helped too. I wouldn't have managed had I not finally concede I was effectively Decimo in this future."
Hine chuckled.
"You didn't know I was part of the Vongola?"
He threw her a glare, but was well aware there was no heat behind it.
"Don't act as if you weren't actively cultivating the notion you were civilian." Then he sighed, "I don't think I'll ever get used to you knowing this stuff."
Again she chuckled.
"Believe me, you do. Your future self did, didn't he? And he thought exactly the same thing."
Tsuna blinked.
"Wait, what?!"
Hine just laughed.

Bianchi had long heard the footsteps approaching and was quite aware Ayumi was leaning just outside the door since she had gathered Kyoko and Haru in Ayumi's room for privacy.
The two girls were understandably devastated by the information Tsuna had shared with them.
First they found themselves in the future with no idea how to get back and then they had to find out their friends (and family) were involved in something dangerous and they weren't told about it.
Then finally when they're reluctantly been told about it, they're told there's someone out to kill their precious people. All of which happened because they were involved with the organised crime which was the mafia.
In fact Bianchi was amazed they weren't breaking down worse. But she credited that to the strict training regime Ayumi was putting them through. She had taught them to prioritize knowledge first and the act upon the information in the most beneficial way, so they were probably trying to do so but struggling.
It took the girls a while before they had pulled themselves together again after breaking down in tears of fright and worry, but when they did it was Kyoko who in a bid to distract them asked: "Where are we? Is this your room Bianchi-san?"
Bianchi gently shook her head and walked over to the door.
"No, it isn't. But I figured you'd appreciate the privacy. This is one of the few completely soundproof rooms in the base."
Then she opened the door and without looking pulled in Ayumi by her collar.
The blonde complied calmly, simply raising an eyebrow at the older woman as she followed her into the room.
"And I assumed the owner of the room wouldn't have anything against it. Do you, Ayumi?"
The blonde shook her head negative.
Of course that had the two girls look around the room of the most elusive resident of the base in intrigue. The room wasn't exactly personal. In fact the few things present were very utilitarian, but it distracted the girls from their worries enough to be able to talk about something more mundane than they had been trying to wrap their heads around.
"Hahi! Is this us from the future?!" Haru exclaimed as she spotted the one personal item in the whole room. A single, framed photograph on the bed-side table.
With a fond smile Ayumi walked over to pick up the photograph before she sat down in the center of the room where the girls were sat on the small, circular beige plush rug which if Bianchi recalled correctly their Tsuna had to drag into this room himself to give it some semblance to personalisation.
Ayumi handed the picture to the girls with a small nostalgic smile while Bianchi sat down next to her.
"I look so mature!" Haru exclaimed happily.
"That orange-red haired woman next to Onii-chan, is she his girlfriend?" Kyoko asked excitedly.
Ayumi just shook her head fondly at their enthusiasm but answered her question nonetheless.
"Well, actually no. She had been the sparring partner his teacher had organised. But you know your brother, he insisted on bringing introducing her to your family during one of his holidays back when he was doing his apprenticeship."
Bianchi added.
"His girlfriend actually lives and works in Namimori."
Kyoko smiled happily upon hearing these news.
"Is this Yamamoto-san who has his arm around your shoulders?" Haru asked next. How could she not, any girl dreamed of romance and loved to hear a good love story.
"Hm? Yes, it is. I think the picture we took before this one was ruined by a blur from Gokudera who threw off the arm Takeshi had draped over his shoulders. And then blew up at him for touching him so casually." Ayumi answered with a slight chuckle, "this was in our third year of university just before they left for Italy to complete their studies abroad. Takeshi was lamenting the fact he'd not get any homemade meals anymore. As if they were going to starve… I swear, sometimes he acted as if I'd been his housekeeper rather than his tutor."
The sheer absurdity of the reported behaviour made all all of them laugh. It was in this lighthearted laughter that Ayumi chose to breach the girls had struggled with before.
"You know, Tsuna-kun and his friends knew he was going to become a mafia boss back when this picture was taken. In fact they had already known for seven years by then." Ayumi explained gently, "And they had already fought and won several fights in their own right with no one outside of their group the wiser."Instantly the laughter was forgotten as the girls looked at the blonde in waved her hand dismissively."Don't be alarmed. They look happy in this picture, don't they? They even got up to their usual shenanigans." She reminded the girls, "They got through all those fights without much more than a couple of scratches and some bruises."
Ayumi nodded in agreement.
"They have already fought some battles back in your time. But they're still the same, aren't they?"
The girls looked thoughtful at this statement.
Haru bit her lip.
"Were doing the same as they did, aren't we?" She asked wide eyed.
Kyoko gasped in shock as she realised what the other girl was talking about.
"We are, aren't we?" Kyoko agreed turning to Haru, "We wanted them to trust us, but didn't trust them ourselves. We don't want to let them prove they can handle it themselves, because we don't want them to change or to get hurt. We're treating them just like they were treating us."
The two older women nodded proudly at the two girls' realisation.

Tsuna was surprised to find someone still sitting in the kitchen when he entered it for a glass of water. It was the dead of night just before their match with the Millefiore.
He didn't think any sane person would still be up at this time. He'd been awoken by a rather nasty nightmare himself and would prefer to still be sleeping (without having a nightmare).
But there was Hine, sitting at the dining table, nursing what he suspected to be a glass of strong alcohol.
Unsettled (what was a seventeen year old doing drinking alcohol? The legal drinking age was 20!) Tsuna watched her for a couple of moments before he chose to make his presence known.
"Hine-san?" He asked quietly as he walked into the barely lit kitchen.
Only the emergency lights were still on and illuminated Hine's face with a light greenish glow.
The teen startled and almost knocked over her glass as she looked up to see Tsuna standing several steps behind her.
"Tsuna-kun!" She exclaimed in surprise. Her voice despite the half-empty glass before her did not show any signs of slurring. "Why are you up?"
Tsuna chuckled a bit at the ironic question.
"I could ask you the same."
She smiled as the irony caught up on her. Perhaps she was actually a little inebriated nonetheless?
"You're right. I'll answer you if you answer me."
Tsuna shrugged and took a seat across the table from the blonde.
"I woke up thirsty."
Her smile dropped in what Tsuna thought was most likely suspicion before she sighed and answered in a deceptively mild tone, "I couldn't sleep. Too many things on my mind."
Tsuna held back a sigh knowing well enough her tone meant she would only answer in full if he did so too.
They sat in silence for a moment before Hine snorted.
"Weren't you thirsty?"
Tsuna blushed in embarrassment when he recalled why he said he'd gotten up in the first place but had dismissed as less important when he'd seen Hine alone and still awake in the kitchen.
He got up quickly and got himself his glass of water before sitting down across from Hine again.
Taking a sip of water, he took a moment to watch Hine, trying to determine her mood, while she was absentmindedly sloshing around the liquid in her glass.
She looked lost in thought completely dismissing his presence.
She said she had a lot on her mind, didn't she. Perhaps he could help her sort her thoughts? He did have his share of heavy thinking the last couple of days and would have appreciated the help.
"What are you thinking about?"
Again she startled before looking at him with a sheepish smile.
"I just totally zoned out, didn't I, Tsuna-kun? I'd do well to remember you're not your future self..." She answered candidly.
Tsuna hummed in thought.
She wasn't usually so open. Yes, she was open and friendly and a warm presence, but Tsuna always felt as if she were not being completely herself. Like she was wearing a well crafted mask which she was missing right now.
"So what were you thinking about?"
She flinched, barely noticeable in the bad lighting but Tsuna had caught the movement. A sigh fled her lips and a sardonic smile settled in its place as she glanced back at Tsuna.
"I'm worrying about tomorrow's battle. The Millefiore are strong."
Tsuna frowned in response.
He too was worried. They needed to win to return to their own time.
"You're right. I'm not my future self. I don't know you quite as well as he does and I am not sure of myself. But I will do all I can to win tomorrow." He told her. His voice didn't sound as sure as he'd like it to, but at least it didn't sound as afraid as he felt.
Hine met his wandering gaze and she set down her glass with a hard clunk.
"A couple of years back I was sent to the future by means of Lambo's ten year bazooka," she told him, "the world ten year later from that point was not a place you'd want to live. It was a world where Byakuran could do as he liked."
Tsuna gulped. So he was doomed to fail. Was that what she wanted to tell him?
She cast her eyes down.
"You mustn't let him win."
Hearing these five words, Tsuna once again felt the weight of the expectations of his future self on his shoulders. A weight that was about to crush him.
How should he win, if she'd seen the future in which they'd been defeated already?
"But you just said, I'm doomed to fail! I'm only a middle schooler. Why do I have to fight in the first place?!" He asked hysterically.
Hine looked up surprised by his outburst, but smiled sympathetically.
"I guess such is the world," she said her tone full of self-loathing, "where the youth must correct the mistakes made by the ones who walked before you."
Instantly Tsuna stopped and looked at the older teen in surprise.
Self-depreciating laughter bubbled past her lips as she covered her eyes with one hand.
Tsuna watched with morbid fascination as Hine too seemed to break down. Her voice remained even and strangely steady, but her words were so faint he could barely hear them.
"Tsuna-kun, the future has already changed. Your selves from this time had never been sent to the future. That was our Tsuna-kun's gamble. The Tsuna-kun from our time only passed the Vongola ring succession two years ago, when Nono handed the famiglia over to him. He had yet to properly learn how to use his enhanced flame potential because leading the famiglia came first."
She picked up the glass and knocked back its contents in one go.
"Tsuna-kun, you might only be a middle schooler, but you can make the difference right now. You mustn't let him win."
Amazed Tsuna met Hine's eyes when she finally let her hand drop from her face.
She had just managed to give him hope again when his fear had just about crippled him. And the unwavering trust in those sapphire coloured eyes were enough for him to believe that there was actually a chance for him to get his friends and himself back to their time.
She was as afraid as he was. Because she knew she would have to continue living in this world even if they lost. But in spite of her fear, she believed in them with all of her heart.
This trust made Tsuna realise how close Hine must be to their future selves. Somehow Tsuna couldn't help but be envious of his future self for having such a loyal friend. Because rather than his other friends who were dragged in by Reborn and weren't quite aware how much it entailed, the girl in front of him knew. She knew well.
"Please don't let him win." She pleaded quietly, "I can't live in a world where he wins."
Tsuna frowned but remained silent as Hine resumed.
"The future I saw… I was switched with my self who was imprisoned by Byakuran. Please Tsuna, there are many things I can handle. But having what I consider most precious taken from me, will kill me."
Sitting there in that moment Tsuna realised Hine wasn't so different from him. Sure it took some strong alcohol to make her break down and spill her problems, but she too carried hopes, dreams, fears and weaknesses.
He smiled weakly at her.
"I'll give it my all to defeat Byakuran. But you know, if I were in your place, I'd probably cry from the knowledge I'd wind up in Byakuran's care."
She chuckled mirthlessly.
"I won't cry. Tears are a sign of frustration at one's own inability. Inability to change something, inability to help, inability to accept or inability to keep on going without another. Ultimately it's one acknowledging one's inability. I won't cry as long as I can still do something. Anything."
Tsuna honestly didn't know what to say. On one side he could admire the strength it took to live by this conviction. It didn't exactly sound like a healthy way to live though.
Luckily he didn't have to say anything since someone else did instead.
"Okay, tea time's over. I thought something was wrong when you didn't come and force me to take the medicine. So here's where you were."
Looking up Tsuna saw Lal Mirch standing at the door dressed in the nightdress she'd worn ever since she'd been put in the infirmary.
She walked over briskly, but Tsuna could see the slight clenching of her jaw and the stiffness of her movements as she fought the pain.
"She's quite out of it for her to spill this much. Can't tell with her because she acts as if she were completely sober, except for actually letting people look past her mask. Must be bad if she actually results to drinking. Ayumi is the type to bottle her feelings up until they break her and then walk over the shards barefooted," she muttered mostly to herself.
She gently took Hine's arm and coaxed her to get up by herself. Then she looked to Tsuna who was watching their interaction carefully in case she needed any help.
"I'll take her from here on, Sawada. Get to bed, you need to be ready for tomorrow." She bristled when she realised what he had been doing.
Tsuna got up hastily, stumbled and almost fell (and he would have taken the table with him) but managed to catch himself before that happened.
Hine giggled at his clumsiness and Tsuna could now easily tell the alcohol had actually affected her after all.
Lal Mirch heaved a long suffering sigh as if she was long accustomed to this kind of behaviour from Hine.
"Come on, I'm taking you to your room."
Hine shook her head and made her own way to the door.
"'S occupied. And I don't want to wake them. I'll crash in B13-18."
Tsuna didn't know which room had that exact designation but Lal Mirch obviously did as she frowned.
Hine didn't get far, because Lal Mirch's fist collided with the back of her head before she even took a second step.
"No, you won't. You can take mine. I'm still stuck in the infirmary. Now get up and going."
Tsuna smiled at the interaction between the two. Their dynamic reminded him of how Gokudera would interact with Takeshi or Ryouhei. In their case Lal Mirch was the ever bristling Gokudera, while Hine calmly accepted her ire and would talk back calmly.
"Sure, sure, I'll crash in your room. If you take your medicine."
Except, unlike Takeshi and Ryouhei, Hine gave back as good as she got.

I'd like to point out that Ryohei's sparring partner just inserted herself. I don't know where she came from. But I tend to have that problem. At some point a whole 12 characters decided to insert themselves into the narrative...

And please, I am not encouraging anyone to drink. It just happens Ayumi does not open up unless inebriated.