A/N: I am alive. (And unfortunately having trouble with my other stories.)

Disclaimer: KHR belongs to Amano Akira

Warnings: Liberties taken with making up background stories and changing them to suit my needs.

Summary: For the Vongola, time travel is a part and parcel of life, though usually only five minutes at a time. So when the Guardians and their boss are bought twenty years back and find themselves stuck, well, as the saying goes. Gen.

Gokudera Hayato

It's a simple matter to sneak past the guards and to the garage, at least, for the current him. If he were actually three years old and trying to one up his father's men who have at least a decade under their belts in terms of experience then he wouldn't have made it past his room, but he's not, not since two weeks ago.

So he's now under the car, hidden from any patrols, young face twisted in a scowl at what he finds there. The wires that connect the breaks to the wheels are barely connected, a few more uses and the strain would have severed them entirely, leading to the incident that had changed his life in another future.

As small but deft hands go about fixing the break, his mind drifts and wonders who exactly needs a few lit dynamites stuck in questionable orifices; it isn't like they ever found the culprit last time.

Green eyes set in a chubby face glimmer ominously. He's never going to let his mother die of anything but old age, not this time.

Yamamoto Takeshi

Anyone who knows Yamamoto Takeshi cites his amazing use of the sword and his ability to be so silent that you wouldn't know you were dead until you glimpsed the glimmer of a blade through your chest as you took your last breath. Closer acquaintances will speak of his never-ending smile and easy going nature. His friends will mention his passion for a certain sport, but no one aside from his family knows exactly why he loves baseball so much.

It starts with a woman whose passion has her seated at the stands in every major league, every year, like clockwork. It starts with a freelance assassin whose target is also a fan, for all his despicable activities of targeting innocent women. It starts with an unfortunate incident, with the crowds above cheering loudly enough to mask the sounds of a falling body and the gasp as blue eyes meet brown.

It starts with love.

Takeshi is three when his mother is diagnosed with a particularly malignant type of brain cancer. He is four when she passes away, leaving precious memories of being tucked against her side watching the TV even in the hospital, her grin wide as she cheers for her favourite team, regaling her young son of epic tales of her own attempts at the sport. (Takeshi learns to throw just like her; with a lot of force, and broken windows.)

Takeshi is not a doctor, nor a miracle worker, but some of his friends are, or will be, and even if they can't exactly cure cancer, he's certain that they can extend the time she has, so that he'll have more precious memories and hopefully, this time, they won't blur to become an unhealthy obsession in a decade's time.

He tightens the grip he has around his mother's fingers as his parent stiffen in shock from the doctor's diagnosis, and grins just a fraction wider than normal as hazel eyes glitter under closed eyelids.

Dokuro Chrome

Chrome doesn't recall much of her time as Nagi, aside from the chill of neglect and a gaping loneliness that yawns the more she tries to remember. But her family are a distracting lot, so she doesn't try very often.

Now its staring her in the face, the extravagant mansion, with towering balustrades and heavy tapestries, the open spaces and a too-big room that has only the most basic, if extravagant furnishings (bed, desk, wardrobe) that you can't even tell it belongs to a three year old little girl. There's only one maid, who spends more time on the phone talking with her boyfriend than her task of seeing to Nagi.

Her… parents are not around, and even if they are she can't approach her mother without her pushing her aside and rushing off for another party, her multitudes of jewelry glittering against her pale skin. Her stepfather will grunt and never even look at her, hollering for the maid to take her away.

She sits alone at the end of a mile long table and can't help but think of this extravagance as dull and superfluous, her parents unwilling to give an ounce to a daughter, even when she's at deaths door in the future.

But she's seen what her boss can do with people like her parents, has even experienced it herself, as she went from shy and nervous to confident and so very comfortable with her place in the family. She likes to think his endless benevolence has at least rubbed a little off on her, as her brother in all but blood is probably the cause of the cunning brilliance she uses rarely if only because there was never a need to.

That night, she plans.

Rokudo Mukuro

Mukuro refuses to sit around as the plaything of a bunch of scientists for another five years, even if Ken and Chikusa have little control of their respective abilities right now.

The six paths of hell were much more of a mental battle to obtain than a physical one, so he doesn't have to wait to obtain them all to wipe out this despicable famiglia.

He is five years old, malnurished and physically so weak.

He is twentyfive and one of the best illusionists in the world, possibly better than the current Esper Mammon.

A single red eye blazes and screams abound.

Bovino Lambo

Unknown to Lambo, his mother was pregnant more than once.

It's the usual story of foolishness and youth, an agreement to carry on with the birth, and ending in tears as she suffers a miscarriage before the first trimester. This is the reason Lambo's birth five years down the line was met with so much love even though she ends up bedridden, weak and unable to hold on past her son's first birthday.

That is one timeline's events.

In this timeline, fate favours the couple, and Lambo's mother's first pregnancy sees her giving birth to a healthy baby just as an old soul enters it.

There's a moment of absolute wonder as the happy couple barely out of their teens hold their first child.

And then absolute chaos as the child opens his mouth and shows off an impressive set of lungs.

"Why the hell am I a baby?! I can't do anything as a baby!"

Sasagawa Ryohei

The rising sun is a blazing glory that sets grey eyes alight.

If asked, others would say that he's the most fortunate of Vongola's guardians; he still has his parents, and his sister, and an infinitely positive outlook on life.

What they don't understand is that means that he has the most to lose.

Of course, he never actually thinks that way, doesn't let himself, but the thought is there in a tiny corner of his mind and its the root of the reason why he vows to protect his loved ones to the extreme.

He's four, has a cute sister, and parents who love him even when they're busy with work.

He's twenty five, and has much more than his blood family to protect.

The loud shout that comes like clockwork in the mornings is a little delayed today, but it comes nevertheless, a little less exuberant but much more grounded in its conviction.

When Takeshi stands below his window, grin a little off, Ryohei knows what to do.

Hibari Kyoya

Kyoya's family has always bred warriors. In any field involving combat there is, at some point, someone with the Hibari name has had a prominent position and the subsequent fear and respect that comes with it.

Kyoya's father is a police chief, his mother an assassin, and his uncle is involved with the triads. It's surprising that there aren't violent clashes among the family with all the opposing interests, but Hibaris are bred not only to be solitary but to have certain morals. The result is a number of individuals firmly grounded in their own beliefs; a difference between people who can wield their violence like a weapon and outright psychopaths. Business is never discussed inside the compound whenever anyone is there, except to the young and impressionable Kyoya.

Is it any wonder that a child whose bedtime stories were often realistic depictions of violent missions, trained to fight since the moment he could walk, became the demon prefect of Namimori?

Of course, he doesn't start the disciplinary committee until he's in the middle of primary school, after several violent encounters, and gaining a following of people who publicly declare their alligance somewhere in his fifth year.

This time he plans to speed up the process. And if the omnivore's charismatic nature has rubbed off on him, well, he's just as likely to thank him as he is to biting him.

Children and teachers alike shudder at the sadistic gleam in the tiny boy's face. Solid tonfa, sized for a child, appear in his hands.

"Order will be maintained, or I'll bite."

Sawada Tsunayoshi

Twenty four year old Tsuna's life is not perfect, but he's got a so many family members that his heart is content, even if most of them give him premature grey hairs.

Three year old Tsuna's life is not perfect, but he's got a gentle loving mother and for a boy that young that's all he really needs.

At least until he finds out that he will have lots of family in the future, and that even now some of them are suffering.

Tsuna's only goal in life, when he got one (disregarding the one where he wanted to become a robot), has always been to protect.

He cannot sit idly by when his family are suffering.

So when Iemitsu comes to visit with Timoteo two weeks after Tsuna's time displacement, Tsuna is long gone, and Nana has moved in with the Yamamotos, humming cheerfully as she prepares sushi for the customers.

END (Maybe)

A/N: Stress writing strikes again. No idea where this is going (okay, I have ideas, but they're half formed and incomplete). I have no idea where the hell this even came from.