Vongola's Tech Division

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Chapter 1: Vongola's Mad Scientists

Tsuna was surrounded by geniuses. This was not just restricted to intellect genius, no, no, many of his guardians were battle geniuses after all. Just look at Kyoya, some sort of fighting god and Mukuro who kept up with him. Takeshi was a natural hitman and Ryohei, of all people turned out to be a language genius absorbing languages within days after being introduced to it. Lambo came from the Bovino family, a family of scientists who invented the Ten Year Bazooka if that wasn't self-explanatory enough. Chrome turned out to be a huge math nut and Gokudera was the classic intellect type genius. Reborn was in his own class all on his own.

Then there was Vongola's Tech Division.

If Verde was any example, if the future-that-never-was was any proof, it was every scientist, no matter how mild manner or gentle or kind, was a mad scientist at heart.

Which was why Tsuna was sitting in front of his entire upper echelon of Vongola's Tech Division.

On the far left, sat Shouichi who was looking sheepish and very remorseful. That was the reason why Shouichi was the head of the Division. Next to him sat Spanner who didn't look guilty at all and Giannini who was sweating nervously. After Giannini were the newest members of the upper echelon, fondly dub by them as the Nerd Crew.

The six members of the Nerd Crew… Tsuna had met them accidentally. There was a firefight (literally because Dying Will Flames) and some misunderstandings and boiled down to Reborn telling the six very traumatized teenagers that they either join Vongola or die. Needless to say they joined Vongola.

And fit in perfectly with the chaos.

Tadashi, the de facto leader of the Nerd Crew, was looking as remorseful as Shouichi. That particular trait plus the fact that he was sanest of all his friends was the reason why he was second in command after Shouichi. Next to him was Hiro, the youngest and the baby of the group, but arguably the smartest and most trouble making of them all. Fred, who unlike the rest of his friends was not intellect genius, but rather a source of creativity and an encyclopedia of strange knowledge. Honey Lemon was the friendliest, but somewhere along the way someone introduced her to Bianchi and… the results were interesting. Gogo was the only one who actively sought out Kyoya for fights, to Tsuna's endless dismay. Lastly, Wasabi who kept everything in order and made sure the paperwork was done on time.

"Let's start with the smallest damage assessment," Tsuna said dryly. Collectively the entire group flinched.

"Giannini, Hayato doesn't appreciate the modifications you made the Ten Year Bazooka… which resulted in him turning into a child… again."

Giannini sweated nervously. "I'll fix that."

Tsuna looked at Fred. "The entire west garden is gone due to your test drive of your monster flame thrower suit."

"The flowers will grow back!" Fred retorted.

"Spanner," Tsuna continued. "Mini Mosca broke another two walls."

Spanner merely waved a lollipop.

"Wasabi… your lasers," Tsuna pressed. "I know it's very exciting that you made working lightsabers, but everyone wants to reenact the movie and there are holes and scorch marks everywhere."

"Sorry," Wasabi said sheepishly.

"Shouichi, Honey Lemon, there are over thirty seven people in the infirmary still unconscious either to your weaponized guitar or your new knockout gas," Tsuna said.

Shouichi merely clutched his stomach and kneeled over.

"Are they okay? I didn't think it would be that strong," Honey Lemon asked.

"They will be," Tsuna said with a heavy sigh. Moving onto the next person, Tsuna stared at Gogo. "Gogo, training rooms exist for a reason. Sparring with Kyoya to test your discs is great, but please do it in the training rooms and not in the hallways. The entire west wing has to be renovate due to your fight with Kyoya."

"Hn," Gogo said, popping her gum. Clearly, Kyoya's bad habits were rubbing off on her.

That left two.

"Hiro… flame hover boots on every box animal?" Tsuna asked in dismay. Natsu was still on the ceiling, refusing to come down.

"Hey, now they can fly too!" Hiro defended himself.

They didn't need to fly! Tsuna's blood pressure was already through the roof keeping his guardians at bay. Trying to keep track of flying box animals, flying box animals who were as mischievous as their owners was a headache Tsuna did not want.

"Lastly, Tadashi," Tsuna said. Naturally, all eyes stared at Tadashi asking the silent question: 'Tadashi was the one with the highest collateral damage?'

The Japanese baseball hat wearing teen fidgeted in his seat.

Tsuna pinned him with orange eyes. "With an impressive $1.45 million euros in damages, the entire Varia Mansion will be have to be renovated."

"What did you do Tadashi?" Hiro asked in both shock and awe. His eyes wide.

"Yes," Tsuna asked. "What did you do?" Because Tsuna had expected better from his second in command. It really wasn't in Tadashi's nature to be this destructive.

Notably Tadashi didn't meet Tsuna's eyes. "Just… defending Hiro," he mumbled.

Brother Complex! Brother Complex!

Tsuna felt his headache grow. "Alright, this is all coming out of your budgets," he informed them.

"But Tsuna!"

"No," Tsuna said, falling into his boss mode voice. He needed to be strict otherwise there wouldn't be a Vongola Mansion to live in at the end of the week and then what was Tsuna supposed to do?! "And for the next two weeks all of you, except for Gogo will be reporting to Kyoya for physical training."

More sputtered protests.

"Wait! Why not me?" Gogo demanded.

"Because you like training," Tsuna calmly responded. "So instead, I will use the same method I enforce on my guardians. You will be doing the paperwork caused from these incidents."

Gogo stared at him horrified. "All of it?"

"All of it," Tsuna confirmed. Looking at the rest of them, he added, "If there are any more complaints, Reborn has offered to oversee the training instead of Kyoya."

That instantly shut everyone.

Tsuna smirked inwardly. That threat always worked (much to Reborn's endless amusement). "Next time, please try to limit your collateral damage," he said, gathering his papers and standing up to leave; a clear sign of dismissal.

"Yes Decimo," Vongola's Tech Division chorused miserably.

Mad scientists, all of them.

This will be updated whenever I feel the fancy. There's at least two more chapters planned though.