Usually my AN's are at the bottom of the chapter. But this is more like a teaser than a chapter so, yeah. Just so you'd know that I'm actually working on this. Actually, this different POV thing didn't come up until last month so I've been rewriting everything I've written because my beta and I like this better. So when I post chapter six, expect five (relatively) new chapters. Um, I hope you enjoy this new format.

It was a normal Sunday morning (well, as normal as mornings can be in the Sawada residence) when Tsuna woke up with a start. Drenched in cold sweat and panting, he tried to shake off the lingering scent of ashes and danger, both remnants of his nearly forgotten nightmare. The scent of ashes was finally buried in the back of his mind, but the feeling of danger only heightened as he became more aware.

The feeling was like an insistent tug to his gut and experience told him not to ignore it. It never led him wrong when he listened and acted upon it.

He checked his surroundings, aka his room. It was a mess, as usual, but it was an organized mess. He knew where everything was: his dirty clothes were piled in one corner of the room (with an odd sock or boxer in the middle of the room instead), his half-finished homework was scattered on his desk, his books were hiding under his desk along with his manga and magazine collections, his contacts and headphones were under his pillow, his gloves and rings were in his bedside drawer, and Reborn's hammock was on the other side of the room.

'But where's Reborn?'

He scrambled off his bed as he searched for the elusive hit man under his bed, in his cabinet, under his desk, behind the curtains, any and all hiding places in his room. His room never seemed so big before as he continued to search for the baby while he pushed down the panic that was building up in inside him.

"Reborn can't be gone" was his mantra in his head as he ran out of his room. 'Not again, not today,' he mentally added to his mantra as he quietly ran down the stairs, which was quite a feat for him. Yet he ignored it for the sake of running towards the kitchen, hoping to see Reborn on the kitchen counter with a coffee mug in his hands and a smirk on his face. Actually, he would have wished for anything except the sight that greeted him in the kitchen.

His mother was sitting at the dining table with a cup in front of her and there was a certain shine in her eyes. Tsuna could only open his mouth and ask, "Where's Reborn?"

...

Nana was surprised at her eldest's arrival. She didn't hear him come down the stair much less enter the kitchen. She usually knew where her children (and yes, all of them are her children) were since they always made a racket whatever room they were staying in. And her dear Tsuna, as much as she loved her eldest son, has never in his life walked down the stairs without some form of noise (rather, accident). She wanted to smile at him for his little accomplishment but it seemed that her mouth was uncooperative.

"He went out. Bianchi followed," she answered softly, speaking out her reason why she can't show her pride at her eldest's accomplishment. Of all days for Reborn and Bianchi to leave, it had to be today.

She's been waiting for this day for a long time. Her husband has arranged a trip to the Bahamas for the two of them. Despite being away for most of the year, he makes it up to her in the most romantic ways. That's why she loves him very dearly.

She also dearly loves all of her children, most especially her eldest. She knew that it was wrong for mothers to have favourites, but sometimes blood was thicker than water. Tsuna will always have a special place in her heart and if she had a chance or choice, she would love for Tsuna to join them on their trip. But sadly, she had neither since it was her husband who planned the whole trip. And besides, she didn't want to see the dark gleam in her son's normally bright and innocent eyes, which usually appears when she mentions his father.

Yet when she answered his question, the dark gleam that didn't belong on her son's face appeared for an instant before being smothered with a softer, kinder expression. "Ah, what would you like for breakfast, kaa-chan?" he asked with a timid voice as he refilled her cup with her favourite tea.

"Can we have pancakes for breakfast? Chocolate chip pancakes?" she asked in reply and Tsuna just gave her a small smile in return.

"Of course, kaa-chan," he answered as he took his apron, the blue one with an orange fish in the middle hanging beside her own, as he took control of her domain.

A long time ago, he would be the one on the dining table, drinking his favourite tea, while she would comfort him by cooking any breakfast he desired. A long time ago was only a few weeks back, before Reborn arrived.

She wondered what family business he had to attend to for him to leave so suddenly with Bianchi in tow. The old baby (which was an odd yet accurate description for him) was supposed to take care of her children while she was away. He promised he would take care of her children (he actually promised to take care of Tsuna only, but that's a minor detail) when she couldn't. He promised and now he's gone when she can't take care of her children. She drank her lukewarm tea to ease the pain of broken promises.

"Eto, kaa-chan," Tsuna said with his back towards her while he continued to prepare the pancake mix from scratch, like she used to when she made her own batch of pancakes.

"I'll find someone to take care of us so you can go on your honeymoon," he said and she wondered when has her son grown so tall? She admitted that he was short for his age, yet he seemed so tall at the moment as his back faced her. Then she realized that it was because his back wasn't slouching and his shoulders weren't slumped. There was confidence in his stance and she just beamed in pride.

"I promise," he said as he turned and looked at her straight in the eyes. It wasn't only in his stance that held confidence. His eyes showed more than just mere confidence; they also shined with the assurance that he would fulfil his promise. Not that she would ever doubt her son.

"Thank you, Tsu-kun," she replied with a grin brighter than her eyes, which contained unshed tears.

"No problem, kaa-chan," he said as he rushed to her and gave her a hug. As she hugged him back, she caught whiff of something burning.

"What's that smell?" she said and it seemed that Tsuna also caught whiff of what she smelled as he pulled away from her with a panicked "HIEEE".

"The pancake!" he practically screamed as he rushed to the stove, where he immediately removed the burned pancake. Nana could only blink in surprise at the quick transformation from a reliable young man to a clumsy adorable boy. And then she smiled because no matter how he acted, she would always be her son.

In a few moments, he was already starting to stack pancakes, one after another. Even though he hasn't been in the kitchen for a while, his cooking skills haven't deteriorated. In fact, they seemed to have improved since he could both watch the pancakes and keep refilling her tea cup though he couldn't hold a conversation while cooking like she could. But that didn't matter since the silence was comfortable.

As she continued to drink her tea, she heard the younger children waking up. Even though they weren't her children by blood, she has all but adopted them and enjoyed their company despite the noise and trouble they brought.

"I, Lambo, shall eat all of Maman's pancakes!" Lambo shouted as he ran down the stairs with I-Pin and Fuuta behind him, screaming that the Bovino shouldn't eat up all the pancakes.

"But Maman isn't making pancakes today, Lambo-chan," she replied with a giggle at their shocked expression. If she didn't know any better, she would have been shocked at the scene, too.

"What's wrong?" Tsuna asked as he glanced backward with a questioning look on his face. It was quite adorable and amusing on how oblivious he was.

"Tsuna-nii is cooking," Fuuta answered for the three of them and she found herself replying, "There's nothing wrong with that, Fuuta-chan."

"Lambo bets that Tsuna makes horrible pancakes," Lambo said as he stuck out his tongue at Tsuna. Fuuta and I-Pin also looked hesitant.

"Lambo-chan," she admonished the boy, making him in near tears. He was always a crybaby, but not as much as Tsuna when he was Lambo's age. "That's not very nice. Tsuna cooks the most delicious pancake," she continued, reassuring all the younger children, who still don't seem to trust Nana's words at all.

"They're not as good as Kaa-chan's," he said with a blush and Nana could only coo at his humility. He was nearly as good as her in the kitchen. "But they're not that bad," he continued as he returned his attention to the pancake.

"No one can make pancakes as good as Maman's!" Lambo shrieked and I-Pin agreed, "Maman's best!"

"But you haven't even tried them yet. And you won't get to try them if you don't help Maman set up the table," she said as she got up to do what Tsuna usually did while she cooked the food.

"Itadakimasu," they all said after the table was set and Tsuna finished cooking. Then chaos reigned supreme on the dining table after I-Pin took her first bite and exclaimed, "Delicious!"

Lambo and Fuuta followed her example and soon there was a mini-food fight (since full-fledged food fights include Bianchi, Reborn, and at least two of Tsuna's friends) among the three of them, all vying to eat the most pancakes.

She smiled at their antics and turned her gaze to Tsuna, who was enjoying his own pancake. As she took a bite, she grinned at her son as she said, "These are delicious, Tsu-kun."

She couldn't help but coo as her son blushed at her compliment.

...

In a long and lavish corridor, a young girl with short black hair was dragging the arm of a brown-haired man.

The former was an excitable preteen, wearing a white sundress and sandals. She was also wearing a straw hat with a pink ribbon tied to it and pink sunglasses. The latter was a man in his twenties wearing a plain button-up shirt and jeans. He was, in turn, wearing a pair of thin square glasses and his short hair was tied at his nape. Both of them didn't seem to belong to the mafia, much less look like two of the most prominent figures in the mafia.

"Zio!" the daughter of the Giglio Nero Donna squealed as she continued to drag her amused "uncle" along one of the halls of the Vongola Headquarters. "Let's go already," she pouted as she pulled back to give him a glare, which looked more like a pout more than anything.

"But, Uni," her Zio said with a chuckle as he patted her head. "We haven't told your Mama or Hayato that we're going out," he said and she crossed her arms in front of her chest in reply.

"But you're an adult, aren't you? Why do you have to tell Mama and Signore Hayato we're going out?" Uni whined.

The Vongola Decimo, also known as Sawada Tsunayoshi and the godfather to Uni, smiled at her as he kneeled down to look at her straight in the eyes. "It's rude to leave without telling them. And she loves you and would worry if she didn't know where you were. Or if something happens to you. And Hayato would do the same for me," he gently chided her. She looked down in shame at his admonishment.

"Fine," she said as she led him towards one of the multiple conference rooms in the Vongola Headquarters.

"Come on, Uni. I'll even treat you some gelato," he said as she squealed at idea of being treated her favourite treat.

"Hurry up, Zio!" she said as she dragged him. It was only through practice that he didn't trip on his two feet as she dragged him along the halls.

"All right, all ri—" he was interrupted by a pink smoke surrounding him. Despite his surprise, Tsuna was quite calm as he travelled through the space-time tunnel. Though he hasn't travelled to the past before, time-travel was a normal occurrence in the Vongola, thanks to a certain guardian.

"Oof," he said as he landed on a grassy ground. That usually wouldn't get a response from him since he was used to being thrown around, thanks to his Famiglia. But then something fell on top of him, making him slightly wince in surprise.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to fall on you. Are you all right? I mean, can I help you with anything?" Tsuna glanced upward to look at the source of the rambling.

He blinked once, twice, thrice. It was quite disorienting to look at his ten-year younger self. He shook his head and adjusted his fake glasses that went askew when he arrived. He managed to sit up when his younger self practically jumped away from him.

"I'm sure you didn't. And I'm quite all right, thank you for asking," he interrupted the rambling brunet by answering most of his questions. His younger self only blushed and he smiled in return. He couldn't understand why he was blushing when there was nothing to blush about. It wasn't as if he embarrassed his younger self or anything.

'Oh wait.' He did have a reason to be embarrassed. It was quite awkward to land on a stranger, at least when it came to "normal people". When it came to his Famiglia and his close friends, it was the norm. He and his family and friends clearly had an issue with normal conduct and manners.

The younger Tsuna gave a sheepish grin in reply. From a distance he could hear someone shouting, "Tsuna-nii". Both of them turned their heads towards the call.

It was odd to see Fuuta so young again. The same goes for Lambo and I-Pin. And it was even odder for him to see his younger brother not running towards him. Well, in a way Fuuta was running towards him, to his younger self.

"Tsuna-nii," Fuuta said as he ran towards the two brunets with I-Pin and Lambo in two, the latter carrying a bazooka in his arms. "Are you all right? We saw you get hit with Lambo's new bazooka and—" he was interrupted by the Bovino.

"Did Tsuna see Lambo's new bazooka? Irie and Spanner made it for Lambo because they wanted Lambo's ten-year bazooka. But Lambo didn't want to give it to them because it belongs to the Bovinos but they gave Lambo a new bazooka, so it's okay and the bazooka is called Grape-candy bazooka because Lambo likes grape candy," Lambo said in one breath, almost as fast as his younger self's previous apologies.

"Lambo-chan, is it?" Tsuna found himself saying to the five-year old Bovino. The curly haired child looked at him with suspicion and reluctance. "You shouldn't play with bazookas, someone might get hurt," he said out of habit. It took him at least nine years of chiding Lambo before he got the message, so the habit was still stuck with him.

He managed not to smile as Lambo gave a guilty look, just like how the older Lambo would always do when he was scolded. "But Lambo was just showing it. I-Pin was the one who fired it," he muttered unhappily. I-Pin immediately shouted, "Did not!" He didn't bother hiding his smile when the two five-year olds started an argument and his younger self seemed to be ready to pull out his spiky hair. Fuuta seemed to be resigned when the argument started.

"The two of you, calm down! No one got hurt, so it's all right. Just don't bring it out again, okay Lambo?" his younger self pulled them apart before they started getting physical.

Tsuna glanced at his watch. 'Surely by now, the five minutes are nearly up.' He should be leaving soon, though there was a part of him telling him otherwise. Still, he got up and brushed off the grass and dirt from his clothes. Hayato would have a fit if he saw Tsuna less than respectable when he returned. He mentally chuckled at the antics of his "right-hand man".

"Ah, are you leaving already?" his younger self noticed when he got up. He gave a polite smile at him and nodded.

"I should be going soon," he replied to the younger brunet as he checked his watch again and waited. And he waited some more.

Nothing. He waited again for a few more seconds. But still nothing happened. No pink smoke or anything. It was getting worrying.

'Wait, isn't the ten-year bazooka supposed to send my younger self to the future if I get sucked into the past?' Tsuna mentally groaned at his slowness. Reborn would have a fit if he knew how long it took you to realize that there was something wrong. Even your intuition was already warning him that things weren't what they seemed. 'Not that I needed my hyper-intuition to notice that there was something wrong in the first place.'

"Uh, or maybe not," he said to his younger self who was looking at him oddly.

"Anou, have we met?" his younger self blurted out and he chuckled at his expression. His younger self was blushing like there was no tomorrow. He understood why his younger self was like that.

Tsuna might have been a failure in academics but his memory was almost photographic when it came to names and faces. And naturally, his younger self has never seen himself in ten years time that's why he was unfamiliar to his younger self. But he must be feeling a sense of familiarity in meeting his older self, that's why he asked the question. In fact, if he didn't recognize himself from ten years ago, then he would ask the very same question to his younger self.

"Maybe," he answered his younger self mysteriously with a shrug. He'd rather that he wouldn't reveal himself lest he change the timeline or something like that. But honestly, he'd just rather not make too much trouble while waiting to return to his proper time.

"So, um, in case we haven't," his younger self looked up from the ground and looked at him. "I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, but you can call me Tsuna. What's your name?"

Well, his intuition was telling him it was best if he didn't introduce himself as Tsuna too. But the problem was he didn't know what to call himself. Calling himself Vongola or Giotto would only cause suspicion since his younger self was quite familiar with those titles and/or names. His brows furrowed slightly at thinking of what he could call himself that he would easily respond to.

He looked up to think, a habit he recently developed since watching the sky and its elements was calming and inspiring. 'That's it!'

"Cielo," he said with a smile as he returned his gaze to Tsuna. "My name is Cielo Decimo," he said before remembering that he was in Japan. "I mean, Decimo Cielo. Pleased to meet you, Tsuna."