Title: Inventions Are Meant To Be Used

Summary: Or, in which the time travelling machine is abused to escape to Primo's time when it gets too chaotic.

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Akira Amano

Chapter Pairing: *takes in a deep breath* 10Gen27 (Gokudera, Yamamoto, Ryohei); Varia27 (Xanxus, Squalo, Bel, Fran); G27; R27; 27?

Warning: Slight OoC-ness; CRACK.

Chapter Warning: Another dialogue-y chapter. Sorry!

PROMPT BY: Meganlei ― 1Gen goes to 10Gen to interrupt a meeting with the Varia: the request was for 1Gen, 10Gen and Varia, but that was a lot of people and some might end up not speaking at all, so I had to cut down some characters. I'm sorry! Hope you still enjoyed this!

In which Giotto goes to the Tenth Generation…

…and Interrupts?

Time travelling was a fascinating experience.

...Or at least, that was what he would have said if he knew that was going on.

Still, it was interesting.

How many people he knew could say that they'd flown through (or was that 'fell through') a tunnel made of glowing rings in a multi-coloured rainbow space? (Well, there were a fe— more than ten actu— never mind.)

He sighed, vowing revenge the next time they met —whenever that was— because really, it's obvious that he was the only culprit who could have gotten him into this —whatever this was.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on whose point of view), before he could even start hatching up a plan, the space ended in a bright white light which he fell into before he landed on something hard, along with a familiar 'poof' sound, not to mention the disgustingly pink puff of smoke he was drowned in.

Slowly, his senses began to catch up with him. While his vision was still blocked by that pink smoke that has yet to clear, he could hear... nothing. He gasped, fearing that he had lost his hearing somehow, only to hear his own voice, not to mention that—

"What the fuck?!"

—shout.

He blinked.

"...Primo...?" He heard someone else call him; a familiar voice, one that he'd come to know very well in the past few months.

"Decimo?" Giotto blinked, as he finally started taking a good look at his surroundings.

It was obviously that Giotto had somehow travelled to his descendant's time and interrupted a meeting ―one that wasn't going well, judging by the frustrated look on the brunet's face. In any case, they were in what he assumed to be one of the Vongola mansion's numerous meeting rooms. The current Vongola Boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, was present, of course, along with some of his Guardians ―Storm, Rain and Sun in particular. (The rest were either on mission or simply refused to show up, Giotto guessed.) On the side, the (in)famous hitman of Vongola, Reborn, stood, an amused smirk on his face. The Vongola Primo nodded in greeting before turning to the other side, where the other group of the meeting sat. There were four of them, all wearing some variation of the same uniform.

"They're the Varia; Vongola's independent assassination group." Tsuna spoke up, sighing as his eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "What… How did you even get here, Primo?"

"Same way as you, I suppose." Giotto shrugged, brushing off some imaginary dust on his suit vest.

"I have a proper machine!" Tsuna protested.

"Well, something must be wrong with your 'proper machine' then!" Giotto glared. Before either Vongola boss could go on, however, a growl come from the other side of the room, along with a flame shot coming from one very impatient Varia leader. Tsuna rolled his eyes and blocked the attack effortlessly. "…How rude." The Vongola Primo huffed.

"Yeah, well, he does that." Tsuna replied.

"Who's the trash?" Xanxus growled impatiently.

"This 'trash' happens to be―"

"―his boyfriend." Giotto interrupted.

The whole room fell quiet. Tsuna stared at his ancestor in shock, unsure if he should ask or simply smack him senseless. Meanwhile, the three Guardians present were feeling a little something welling up from within them. The hitman was more subtle, raising a hand to shift his fedora while narrowing his eyes at the founder of Vongola. On the other side, the four Varia members frowned, eyes flickering between the two Vongola bosses.

"…WHAT?!"

Giotto pouted, "How mean. You said you were in agony over the fact that I wouldn't admit my relationship with you and when I do, you deny it! What do you want from me?!"

"W-Wait, wa―"

"Hey, hold on! Jyuudaime is our Boss and we're his Guardians! Therefore, Jyuudaime is ours!" Gokudera huffed.

"That's right. Sorry, even if it's you, Giotto, we won't give in without a fight!" Yamamoto added.

"Extreme agreement!" Ryohei roared.

"―what the hec―"

"Idiots." Reborn huffed from his perch against the wall. "I'm the one who made Dame-Tsuna who he is today. He's mine."

"―not you too; I'm not―"

"Trashes. The Varia will only follow a Vongola with a strong head. The trash is ours." Xanxus scowled.

"VOOOOIIIII! You stupid boss! Stop being so selfish!" Squalo screamed.

"Ushishishi… Chibi-Vongo-chan is mine. The Prince will not share." Bel grinned toothily.

"Bel-sempai… That's so mean… You really are a selfish Prince, are you?" Fran deadpanned.

"―You guys…!"

The Vongola Primo, Guardians, Hitman and Varia members stopped their impeding argument to turn to the Vongola Decimo. The brunet was quiet, but a deadly, dark aura surrounded him ―an aura that spoke of pain and possible death.

"So…" Tsuna spoke quietly. "You guys all think that I'm yours and want me, huh… Should I feel honored…?" He mumbled to himself as he paced around the meeting room. "Maybe… But I'm feeling… irritated… Ahh… I need to get rid of all this sudden extra energy…" Tsuna stopped. "…Easy…"

And at that moment, the Vongola Guardians greatly regretted staking claim on their Boss, even if they really wanted to.

"Tsuna… yoshi… kun…?"

The Vongola Decimo growled as he spun around on the balls of his feet as the Dying Will flame faded away on his forehead. "Oh~ There you are, Shoichi-kun~" Tsuna smiled brightly, as though he hadn't just maimed his Guardians and the Varia, not to mention miraculously defeat his tutor and ancestor. "Good timing. Very good timing." Shoichi couldn't help but shiver at Tsuna's… purr. "If you don't mind, I'll need you to fix the time machine. Preferably before I get back. Wouldn't want you to end up like them, would we~?" Tsuna giggled as he gestured to the defeated group behind him.

"U-Umm… W-Where are you g-going… T-Tsunayoshi-k-kun…?"

Tsuna glanced beside the frozen mechanic and within a moment, a familiar redhead appeared. "On a date." The brunet smirked. Tsuna ignored the various gasps and weak protests behind him as he strode over to his 'guest', kissed him right on the lips before pulling them out and down the hallway.

'Revenge is sweet. My win again, Gio~tto~'

A/N: Ahh~ Massive number of characters here, and all of them want Tsuna! Sorry, Giotto, looks like it's Tsuna's win again. You really need better revenge plans. Admittedly, the one you had the other time was good. Guess you (―err, I) have to buck up, huh?

Hello there, pee― EEKKK! *hides behind massive shield* I'm sorry for not updating...! I had been working on some other stuff, and... uhh... Honestly, I got stuck on this chapter. Finally got a plot bunny recently.

So, Meganlei, hope you enjoyed this! Sorry I had to cut down some characters!

Next time! A prompt that a number of you have asked for! By Zenithyl, Tiger723 and Otta: In which Lambo goes to Lampo... to bond.

Prompts are still welcomed as always; simply drop me a PM or include it in your review! Again, beware of the queue~

That's all for this time! Ciao Ciao~