Author's (TheAnimeOtakuXD) rants: You know, I really should post this fic on my own profile, but…I only wrote this fic for fun at KuroLove's house 'cause we were bored, and that -censored- decided to post it on here. Without my permission. Also, it would be too troublesome to manage two stories at once. Good luck, KuroLove. -snickers-

Oh well, by the time I reviewed and told her to delete this, all you people decided to read and review and like it, even though I'm not even a quarter done yet. Are you people that bored? ^^;

So yeah, if you are, read my profile and fic ;). If you're a yaoi fangirl, then don't read my rant about yaoi fics that are rushed (aka KuroLove's Sky's Cloud fic xD).

This isn't romance. Cos I suck at writing romance. And I don't like non-canon pairings, (except G27. LOL, shush).

And thank you for reading this long-as message. Love you all~ :D

Notes on this story: When Primo and his Guardians are shown in the anime, they're like 20 or 30+. In this fic, they're a little younger, so much less mature and uptight. Keep that in mind. ;D

Chapter One

One Plus Ten Equals CHAOS

By: TheAnimeOtakuXD

Vongola Primo Giotto only wished for one thing. No disagreements. Apparently, as he watched his Lightning and Storm Guardians from his seat, that was never going to happen. A minute sigh escaped his lips as he turned his head to peer at his 'long lost brother'- at least, that was what first came to mind when he got a view of the small brunette. He would like to give his father the benefit of doubt and hoped that he never cheated on his wife, but still… Giotto never considered his father as 'holy', per se.

Sawada Tsunayoshi shifted uncomfortably under Giotto's calculating gaze. The stare itself was enough to send Tsuna running, the man delivering said look added to Tsuna's fear.

Why could he never catch a break? He just uncovered one of Byakuran's secrets – the one with the Real Funeral Wreaths - and now he was in the past. Not his Past, but Primo's past. Lovely. Had Irie made some miscalculation when he sent them back so that they could complete the Arcobaleno Trials? Whatever the reason, Tsuna had no way of knowing, so he instead focused on the task at hand.

Instead of returning to Namimori with his friends, he landed unceremoniously in Vongola Primo's…bathroom. He thanked whatever deity there was that was merciful enough to not make Giotto enter the bathroom before or after his arrival.

Over time, Tsuna nervously exited the large bathroom and surveyed his area. The incident with Byakuran still left him wary and he didn't wish to take any chances. Unfortunately, luck did not seem to be at Tsuna's side, for, as he left the gigantic bedroom, he collided into Giotto. Well, there went his stealth.

"And you are…?" Giotto had asked curiously, not surprised at all that a stranger had exited his personal quarters.

An idea hit Tsuna. He just hoped his plan would work… "I-I'm not sure."

Giotto sighed once more and ended the replay of the conversation there. Was the boy really just some random civilian? He seemed to hold himself that way. Most spies and assassins would have some indication of witnessing death or dealing betrayal. The boy had neither. He was either really skilled, or innocent. But then again, many spies and assassins had claimed they had amnesia numerous times before.

No matter, Giotto dismissed privately. He would observe the boy as closely as he could.

Tsuna had doubts that Primo had actually believed his lie of having amnesia. The disbelief was clear in his cerulean orbs. But if he didn't believe it, then why didn't he say otherwise? Tsuna suspected something was afoot, but wrote it off as his imagination. After all, Primo wasn't evil, right? Right.

He feigned amnesia because it was easier than having to explain to Primo about being from the future and whatnot – that is, if they didn't send him to an asylum beforehand. Messing with time was dangerous, and Tsuna may accidentally unravel history and somehow cause things to become worse.

"G, Lampo, is there a reason why you both are here?" Giotto asked. His exasperated undertone wasn't missed by Tsuna.

"Primo," G began politely, "this boy is disrespectful and does nothing but laze around all day." It was obvious that G was attempting to keep the anger out of his voice. He was a Guardian now; he needed to control his anger.

Lampo obviously paid no attention to the happenings around him, and yawned. He used the back of his hand to wipe away the tears of grogginess from his eyes and glanced at the scrawny-looking boy next to his boss.

Before G could let his anger loose and Primo could open his mouth to reprimand them both, Lampo said in a disinterested tone, "Who's the weak-looking boy?"

That comment hit Tsuna like a tonne of bricks. Yeah, he was extremely skinny, but all that training he experienced in the Future helped, right? Apparently, that was not so.

Giotto speculated with mild interest as the brunette's large eyes dimmed a little, but then he composed himself and presently appeared nervous. Giotto thought that the boy had a weak will due to his…frail appearance, but it seemed he ought not to judge a book by its cover for he was proven wrong. Maybe the boy was used to such criticism? If so, then Giotto could now see why he didn't seem like the confident type.

"He's a distant relative," Giotto lied smoothly, not skipping a beat. "He dropped by unexpectedly this morning and told me that he's going to stay here while his parents sort some problems out."

Tsuna marveled at Giotto's magnificent lying skills. He idly wondered if it could be passed down just like Hyper Intuition…

G nodded, accepting the answer with no lingering doubt. He took Primo's words as law, after all.

Lampo may have been slightly suspicious, but figured not to care if Primo seemed so sure in his words. He wasn't known as one of the most powerful bosses without having some sort of well-substantiated confidence.

"Does he have a name?" G asked, but not disrespectfully. True, he and Giotto had been good friends for a while, but they were now in the Mafia with others. If G didn't show some well-deserved respect, how else would the other Guardians behave? Unfortunately, Lampo seemed to be denser (and much, much lazier) than G had first thought…

Tsuna's mouth almost opened automatically, but he bit the inside of his cheek before he could make a big mistake. If he made any indication that he didn't have amnesia, then Giotto would be breathing down his neck in less than a second.

Fortunately, Giotto was too occupied with staring into G's eyes that he didn't notice Tsuna's almost-incident. "He has amnesia." Even though his voice was devoid of any emotion other than solemness, his eyes said a whole lot more than his short sentence had.

G's eyes widened minutely in response under Giotto's meaningful gaze. Primo obviously didn't fully believe that the boy had amnesia. All a spy needed to do was to feign innocence and claim that their memory was gone. And once the Family had let their guards down - BOOM! They would either be fully annihilated or their secrets would be leaked out throughout the entire underworld.

Lampo was currently studying the wall with new-found fascination. If the two were going to chat all day about the boy that was around Lampo's age group, then the green-haired young man had better things to do. Like taking a nap. A cat must have a much simpler, carefree life. How lucky…

"Right, you both can go," Giotto dismissed easily, placing glasses back on the bridge of his nose where they had been before both young men stomped in.

G nodded and left his boss' study without much fuss. Lampo gave Giotto a short, bored stare before leaving too.

Vongola Primo elegantly grabbed his glasses and placed it back in its case before turning to face Tsuna, who was currently sitting quietly near him. "Right," he said, "how about you tell me who you actually are?"

Tsuna paled. "W-What are you talking about?" He forced an uneasy smile, hoping that it didn't look as false as it felt.

Giotto's stare turned icy. "Who are you? You are not any ordinary young man. And you look strangely like you could be a distant relative of mine. But if you were, you wouldn't have lied and told me that you had amnesia," he said curtly.

Tsuna released a shaky breath. He was busted already? How pitiful. He was No Good-Tsuna, after all. Tsuna shut his eyes tightly before reopening them, displaying how weary he looked. "Alright," he relented somberly. "My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi. I don't have amnesia. I'm fourteen and I live in Namimori, Japan." He figured that it was best to inform Giotto of most of his personal information. That way, he wouldn't seem too suspicious.

Giotto's chilly mask accidentally slipped off when he heard the word 'Japan' leave the brunet- Tsuna's lips. Spies and assassins from other countries weren't unheard of, of course, but…Japan? Really? Even though he was the boss of the Vongola Family, he had no idea about Japan whatsoever. Japan was his weak-spot.

"And…" Tsuna trailed off uncomfortably. Oh, how he hated what he was going to say next! But, it had to be said. Otherwise, everything would be too confusing and Giotto would feel less inclined to trust him. Tsuna sighed heavily.

"And…?" Giotto prompted almost hesitantly. What could be worse? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

"I'm from the future and I'm the Tenth generation boss of Vongola - I'm your successor."

Except that.

Author's notes: So short. D: My shortest chapter. EVER.

LMAO, but it seemed like a good as place as any to end it there. xD I wanted to finish it off in one sitting, so it kinda came out short. _

It's so hard writing 'Lampo'. I'm too used to 'Lambo'. D':

I won't be updating much. Transported, Destination: Namimori is my number one priority. And I can't multitask to save my life. :D Check it out though. ;D