ATTENTION EVERYONE! I am very sorry to say this but I am leaving fanfiction for good. I want to focus on different projects in my life and fanfiction is just a hobby I havent given much thought in a long while. I'm really sorry. I will be posting everything I have so far though so you have that to look forward too. (though some of the chapters will be rough and unedited) I will also leave a summary of all the ideas I had for this fic.

Thanks and sorry again.

Time Tourists

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Chapter 7: Parent Child Bonding

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(Giotto)

Giotto shared a few words with G at his bedroom door, the heavy stare of his son burning into his back. It wasn't so much he thought the child was glaring or anything; it was more his impatience in wanting to have a talk with the boy.

His right-hand man was good at his job. So good, in fact, that sometimes the man completely ignored the fact that there was such a thing as bed times and free times and always choose to accost his poor boss at the worst times.

"…and I'll stop by Lampo's to pick up-"

"That's great!" Giotto cut off cheerfully. He clasped G's shoulder and shook it slightly; "You work so hard, but even right-hands need sleep."

G gave him a disbelieving stare and even his son, Hayato scoffed in the background in disagreement.

"I'll guard your room while you sleep, Giotto." G seemed to have ignored his previous statement.

Giotto's eyebrow subtly twitched;

"No."

He refused to feel guilty when G pinned him with a teary look. Giotto blinked a realized his right hand man was drawing this out on purpose! The man didn't want to be alone with his son! For shame!

Giotto sent him a disappointed look and the man flinched. He made shooing motions with his hand while the man slumped a bit and shuffled back. This was when Hayato stepped forward and pointed at G;

"He may have been forbidden but I-"

Tsuna's muffled voice came from his room; "No."

Hayato slumped in a way that was so reminiscint of G it made Giotto smile. The made quite the kicked puppy pair. Tsuna's fluffy head appeared at Giotto's elbow and he smiled at G's son.

"Sleep well Hayato…" Tsunayoshi hummed, "…I will see you tomorrow, right?"

Hayato's eyes immediately began tearing up and he shot forward wrapped Tsuna up in a tight hug. Giotto almost cooed it was so adorable.

"Of course Jyuud-ACK!" Hayato cut off suddenly, Tsuna having kicked the boy in the shin. Giotto and G shared questioning looks but decided ot to question the intricacies of young boys.

G and Hayato reluctantly left and (at last) Giotto and his progeny were alone. He closed the door and turned to Tsuna;

"Those two." He mused, shaking his head ruefully. Tsuna nodded his head so seriously Giotto barely held in the urge to giggle madly.

"Have you and Hayato been friends for a long time?" Giotto asked. Tsuna seemed to have a close friendship with all of his guardians children but it was Hayato tht always seemed to stay close.

Tsuna paused before he answered but nodded and replied; "Hayato was my first friend…" He paused to chuckle, "…the first time we met he decided he was going to be my right hand man."

Giotto smiled; "Maybe its not so hopless for G then, if Hayato looks up to him so much."

He turned away, so didn't see the sudden expression of hilarity on Tsuna's fae and continued on; "Do you know why they're relationship is so bad?"

He walked into his closest and started shuffling through things, trying to find a shirt Tsuan could sleep in. Perhaps he was being nosy, but G was one of his closests friends and it seemed wrong for his child to hold him with such anomisity.

Tsuna's pause in answering was so long Giotto wondered if he should retract the question when the boy finally answered;

"Hayato has such a bad relation ship with his father because of what happened with his mother."

His intuition confirmed it was a true statement but after hearing the answer he wished he hadn't asked. Giotto was thinking it might be something frivolous like 'he wont let him carry around explosives' or 'they are just to much alike.'

He wasn't expecting it to be so weighty and potentially sad. Giotto sighed and decided he wouldn't try and ask anything else. Even the questions he planned on asking about Tsuna's own mother he would real in.

Sometimes you were just better off not knowing. He finally founf a suitable shirt and brought it out to Tsuna and tried to wipe the worry off his face.

"It will be big on you but it will have to do until we get something more suitable."

Tsuna took the shirt with little hands and Giotto found himself, not for the first time, marveling at the little one before him. They looked so similar but he could see the traces of Asian decent in him. Asari's homeland had always fascinated him and he was already learning the language so it wasn't to out of the realm of possibility that the boys mother was Japanese.

"…Papa?" Tsuan looked up at him with big brown eyes and if he were a lesser man he would have swooned at the cuteness. As it was his heart just skipped a few beats in joy at being called that and he managed to reigh in his urge hug the stuffing out of his progeny.

"Y-yes?" Giotto cursed his stutter but the situation was just so surreal he could help but fall back on a bad habit. Tsuna put the shirt down on his bed and gave Giotto a determined look. If he were a bit older he would have made a very serious sight.

But the baby fat in his cheeks only made him look cuter. Giotto prided himself in his self control. Tsuna walked closer to hi, brought both of his hands together and rested them under his chin peering up at him pleadingly;

"Can we go to the secret cake place?"

Giotto froze. His first reaction was panic becaes no one was supposed to know of the secret cake place…but was it so supriseing his son knew of it? Cake was some much sweeter when shared afterall and he didn't think a child would care if I was skipping work.

He looked down at Tsuna's big brown eyes and felt his resolve crumbling.

"Do…do I let you have cake this late?"

The boy shewed on his bottom lip and Giotto instinctively knew the answer was most likely no.

"Its okay to have cakes on special occasions." The child hedged, clearly going around the question.

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(Lampo)

Lampo wasn't quite sure what he did to deserve this.

"Papa-poo!" The hellion screamed running around his room. Lampo was slumped against the corner of the fancy couch in his room, willing the headache to go away. He thought perhaps if he stayed very still the rampaging toddler might forget he exssited.

The cow printed child (cow printed, what on earth was future him doing?) was currently hanging on his dresser pulling white shirts out of his open drawer. Lampo sat, doing nothing, as his clean clothes littered the floor.

Eventually Lambo picked one of the garmets and girdled himself in one like a toga. He struck a strange pose and pointed at the whallowing teenager.

"Nyahahaha! The great Lambo-sama is here to fight the evil Papa-poo!" The child screamed in heavily accented Italian and barreled into Lampo's stomache. He grunted, but refused to move and the child rolled off his chest and bounced on the floor.

"He's too strong!" The toddler gasped and bounced away. Lampo turned his head into a pillow and groaned.

He didn't know what to do with a kid! Even if this kid was supposed to be his future child, he hadn't done anything yet, so it…didn't count. And since it didn't count, he shouldn't have to babysit the brat.

Eventually Lambo got angry at his inatenttion and started pounding on his stomache with tiny fists and Lampo did his best to try and ignore. Admist this tantrum there was a knock on his door and G walked in, smirked at the display.

"Its called karma, brat." G said, while Lampo groaned, picking up Lampo's latest mission rebort from the desk.

"Papa-poo is lazy!" Lambo complained spinning to look at G. The man raised a single amused eye brow;

"Cant argue with that." He said, and left the room. Lambo went back to hitting Lampo chanting 'lazypapa-lazypapa-lazypapa' till Lampo captured his wrists.

Lampo looked at his annoying progeny and said seriously; "You're right, Papa is lazy."

He let go of the childs wrists and leaned back, closing his eyes. Lambo was quiet, for once, so he decided to impart some wisdom.

"Laziness is the mother of all bad habits…but, she is still a mother, so we need to respect her."

"Mama?" Lambo asked quietly. Lampo opened one eye and saw that the child suddenly had a trembling lip and watery eyes.

He panicked.

He freaked out for two reasons. The first being, crying children; yuck. Second, he hadn't given any thought to who the brats mother was and now he was bleatingly realizing you needed two people to make a baby.

Silently panicking and frozen on his couch, he could do nothing about the sudden wailing coming from the thre year old.

"M-m-m-mama!" Lambo stuttered, tears streaming down his fat cheeks.

"There, there." Lampo consoled pitifully, overwhelmed. What did one do in this situation? He hardly remembers his parents being around in his earlier years and his butler always gave him whatever he wanted when he asked for it.

"What…what do you want?" Lampo asked his voice high pitched

Lambo looked at him like he was particularly dense, it was quiet the ambitious expression for a three year old.

"I want Mama!" the child demanded, stomping his little foot.

"But…Mama…is in the future." Lampo tried to reason.

"I don't care!" The child wailed unreasonably. Then Lambo started to pull things from his unruly hair of all places. Bits of string, a toy, a metal pink…thing.

Lampo stared at the weird object about the size of his fist. It had strange ridges all along the sides with a ring attached. Lambo pulled the ring and the thing 'clinked' and he threw it at him blindly.

Lampo didn't even have to dodge, it hit the couch cushions and bounced off, soaring through the air and landing on his bed. He blinked lazily for a couple seconds, thinking about how useless an stupid the toy was, when the thing exploded.

All the forced training exercises G made him run through came in handy and he grabbed the kid by his unruly hair and rolled off and behind the couch. Loose and flaming debrees flew past the couch and around the room.

"What the hell was that!?" Lampo screeched into Lambo's ear and the child laughed, delighted. Things stopped flying around and the two stood up and take in the damage. Lambo bounced around the oblitereated bed;

"Nyahahaha! Lambo; two, Beds; zero!"

Lampo stood amidst the wreckage that was his room. His relaxed lazily expression that he was known for was now strained, like some invisible person was pinching his cheek really hard.

"Im…not going to lose my temper." Lampo whispered his clenched fists cackling.

'Karma' G had said. He was lazy sure and often times Giotto had to practically pester him continuiosly to get him do do what he wanted but surely he didn't deserve this. This being a child, apparently his, who had no self preservation instincts, as hyper as a monkey on caffine, and apparently carried around weapons in his hair of all places.

Eventually his anger drained away and he slumped his shoulders, barely paying any mind to the three year old climbing all over him and searching his pockets for 'grape candies.'If he wanted to survive till the brat was sent to his own time he would have to become what he swore he never would.

A responsible adult.

Lampo's entire body shuddered in revulsion. No more naps, no more free time. His life was now in the hands of Lambo's sticky fingers.

Lampo cried the pitiful tears of a father who has realized his son is a menace.

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(Asari)

Noting the explosion in the background. Asari worries they don't have a good relationship. Takes out his flute to show Takeshi and Tak talks about baseball then they get along

Asari thinks he is dead and Takeshi is an orphan.

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(Elena)

Elena comes in thinking daemon cheated on her. Mukuro plays a long with it and Daemon his simultaneously proud and wary. Chrome gets swept away after the truth for "girl" time.

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(Alaude)

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It took awhile for Alaude to realize Kyoya was challenging him.

The boys black eyes were boring into his, unflinching. Kyoya had been glowering at him for at least five minutes already and Alaude feused to back down.

He couldn't not address this challenging of his authority. Alaude didn't know much about kids, his knowledge being limited, but it was a well known fact that when a child reached puberty they became moody and would battle against their parents over every little thing.

His Kyoya seemed to have progressed to this stage already. His son was only seven and already fiercely independent and while he approved of the behavior he found himself at a loss of what to do.

The child was a minor and he was still responsible for him, as his parent. The time-traveling probably disrupted the boys schedule and Alaude's cluelessness probably didn't help matters either.

Alaude knew himself though and he knew that any challenge to his authority would be met with swift retribution. His only hesitation was bred from the lack of knowledge he had regarding his son.

Taking his tonfa's away made things worse and Alaude didn't want the boy to feel vulnerable either. He had tried the handcuff, timeout routines and was met with little success. Much like himself, Kyoya was a very prideful being that didn't like being chained.

So what to do? He couldn't allow the boy to continue to behave as he had. The continued struggle was making them both cranky and, while he was excited to find his child was a confident, strong and had so much potential, he was annoyed that the boy was plucked from his older self who most likely had everything under control.

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(G)

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Hayato challenging dynamite

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(Knuckle)

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A boxer endures and takes the punches.

Final Remarks: Like I said, I'm sorry for those who were expecting more. The ending I had in mind was that the Arcobaleno eventually come to the past as well and the Trinsette is restored without its curse. So the Arcobelno kind of becomes its own mafia family. The first generation is disappointed that the children arent really thier 'children' but by the point the secret is out they have all gotten so attached that their relation ships dont really change.