Tsuna then proceeded to dig his face into his palms and groan. "No… Not a younger Alaude too!"

Reborn blinked. "Well this is bad."

"Hahaha, why? One kid can't be much difference considering there's already six kids here, right?" Yamamoto asked happily, holding Asari who was beginning to get the hang of his flute, playing a single clear note.

"Nope, it's even worse." Reborn insisted. "Alaude was calmer as an adult, but it is rumored that in his youth, he's maimed more than people than can be counted. It was only after he turned about twenty or so he began to calm down to the point he could be near people without trying to kill them. And at that point, Primo was believed to have died five times over, if not Lampo shocking him back to life or Knuckles healing him."

Tsuna began to cry a river at that state. "REALLY?!"

"Oh," Yamamoto started. "So he's kind of worse than Hibari, huh?"

"Duh, baseball idiot."

"So basically we're screwed?"

"I would assume so." Reborn responded as Alaude pounced on Hibari, who let go of Giotto in favor of a fight.

"Wao, impressive for one your age." Hibari said, parrying handcuffs. "But I won't be outdone by a child."

"I've defeated men twice your age." Alaude growled.

Hibari smirked. "Men twice my age bow at my feet when they hear my name."

Tsuna squealed and jumped up to stop his room from being destroyed. "Hibari-san! If you're going to fight, please take it outside—"

"Interfere and I'll bite/arrest you to death." Both skylarks said. Tsuna squealed and picked Giotto up before running out of the line of fire.

The battle that followed was epic and furious. Tsuna watched in despair and amazement as his room was decimated but decimated with style. Gokudera watched in horror as his boss fainted at the amount of damage the two were causing.

It wasn't long until Hibari had Alaude under his submission, by means of two broken legs and a fractured arm. Hibari got off with a black eye and maybe a broken rib. Ryohei's thanks for trying to heal them was a punch to each eye.

"Oya, oya, isn't this interesting, eh, Chrome?" A voice said, two solid figures emerging from the mist.

Chrome blinked. "Bossu, you… and Storm-kun and Rain-kun and Sun-kun and Cloud-kun as well?—Even Lambo-kun has a child…?" Chrome said, blinking. Tsuna 'HIIIEE'ed and stood up sharply.

"N-NO! IT'S JUST THAT—"

'POOF!'

"Where am I?" A small boy with blue hair asked. Chrome covered her mouth with her hands.

"O-Oh, Mukuro-sama, you also…" Chrome gasped. "You were with a woman…?"

"No, Chrome-chan, I swear I didn't!" Mukuro cried out as Chrome left. He turned to stone before glaring at Daemon, red eye flashing dangerously. "Kufufufu, who is this brat?"

"I am Daemonium Bartholomew Alexander Frederickson III, and who are you?" Daemon asked snottily. Mukuro blinked.

"Oya, oya, could this be the one who possessed my Chrome-chan from before…?" Mukuro asked vehemently. "If so, he will soon learn how it feels to be gut like a fish…"

Tsuna blinked. "Reborn. He doesn't have the melon haircut. Or the creepy laugh. Or the evident sadism. Are you sure he's the right kid?"

Reborn nodded. "Remember, Dame-Tsuna, Daemon started off as an aristocrat before he became a melon dickface."

Tsuna looked at Reborn. "Reborn! Not in front of the kids!"

G grumbled. "I've heard worse in the orphanage, don't hurt yourself, damned fluffy-haired bastard…"

Gokudera glared. "What did you just say brat?!"

"You heard me, dad! Who the hell are all these people anyway?!" G glared, which ended up looking more like a pout.

Tsuna blinked. "Hold on… Reborn, so you're saying Mukuro was the reason Daemon became like that!?"

Reborn sighed. "Wouldn't surprise me; Mukuro's specialty is corrupting children."

"Oya, oya, don't exaggerate Arcobaleno—"

"Mukuro-nii ranks second in Mafioso that corrupt children, second only to one of the Estraneo scientists named Calico."

At the mention of the name, Mukuro seemed to relive a past trauma and began to fall over into a fetal position and foam at the mouth. Gokudera sighed. "Well duh, that Calico dude is the one that corrupted that."

G glared at Daemon. "Tch, damned rich bastard."

Daemon smirked. "Oh, what? Jealous, orphanage brat?"

"Why you!—"

Giotto sniffed. "Wh-What's wrong with being in an orphanage…?" Giotto sniffed again. "S-sure, we eat less and the clothes aren't as nice and we don't get that many baths a-and the toys are always with the big kids, b-but, w-we're all the same right…?"

G glared at Daemon. "Stupid idiot! Now you made 'im cry!" G barked at the teary blond "c'mere."

G rested the crying blonde head on his shoulder and glared at anyone who dared to come more than six feet closer.

Before even thinking about the fact that Mukuro was steadily growing mushrooms in the corner of his bedroom, Tsuna absentmindedly grabbed the camera out of his drawer and snapped a couple of pictures with a somewhat goofy smile on his face. Reborn sighed at this, somewhat reminded of how Iemitsu had dozens of pictures of his wife and children and duly noting where Tsuna got this habit from. Gokudera blushed slightly.

"A-Ah, Juudaime…could I…?"

"I'll give you copies tomorrow, Gokudera-kun." Tsuna smiled and the silverette smiled and bowed, thanking the boss for his thoughtfulness.

Asari walked over and hugged the two, ignoring G's seething glare. "It's better to hug with more people!"

"Hey, this is an a and b hug, c your way out of it!" G hissed, much like an agitated cat. Asari merely laughed, not understanding what his strange red-headed friend was saying.

Tsuna immediately took a few more photos as Giotto hugged Asari happily with his other arm still around G. "I'll give some copies to you too, Yamamoto~"

Reborn sighed through this until a quiet voice interjected. "Uh, Mukuro-sama? Ken says I'm not allowed to come back without you… eh?"

Chrome blinked as she saw Mukuro shaking in the corner. Daemon walked up to Chrome. "Mommy, the pineapple guy is weird." He held his arms up, wishing to be held, an action that he somehow managed to pull off in a haughty manner.

Tsuna blinked. "Eh, Reborn…"

"Daemon had no mother growing up, according to records." Reborn said as Chrome held the smug little blue-haired boy.

"Hmp, I want a haircut like mommy." Daemon smirked.

"How about one like Mukuro?" Ryohei asked the boy. He scoffed.

"No way, that pineapple head's hairstyle is way different from mommy's." Daemon deadpanned.

'It's the same.' The Decimo and his Guardians said inwardly, looking at the blue-haired boy that was hugging Chrome.

"…Tsuna-kun?" A voice called out, "I think something's wrong here."

Tsuna turned to see who talked. He then proceeded to bash his skull into his floor. "Enma-kun, not you too!"

Enma only stood there, a young Cozart sitting on his shoulders happily. "Hehe, who're your friends, papa?"

I was tempted to make Mukuro the hated one. It was just too fun. They'll have their moments, but for the most part, he and Daemon will be like fire and ice. And Chrome is just going to be the mother figure. Why? Just cuz an innocent Chrome with a pouty little haughty brat will be cute, ok? And yes, I added the redheads; can't have the Primo gang without him. It's like, a rule.

Imma also add someone else; guess who.