A/N: Concentration on required tasks = 0

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.

Order: There isn't one really, events in the last chapter took place in pretty much the same time. This chapter is from a one week to three months post time displacement in a somewhat chronological order. I may, if I continue this fic, go back or further into the future. It depends on my muse.

Why wait for events to play out when you have an opportunity to make things better?

So the future tenth generation of Vongola decide to change things.

Unfortunately for the rest of the world, this changes things.

Irie Shōichi

Irie Shōichi would be lying if he said he isn't nervous. In fact his stomach is doing somersaults despite the antacids he's already taken.

He's meeting with one of his penpals in person which is terrifying for a four year old boy -genius or not. Unfortunately, it's not the ever patient Yoshi, but the one he introduced to Shōichi; Wrench, who is sporadically enthusiastic and apathetic in turns.

What if he doesn't like him?

What if he finds Shōichi weird like all the other kids in his daycare do?

What if he hates hi-

Shōichi yelps as something hits his head and he's sent sprawling.

"Stop panicking, herbivore." The imposing boy glares.

"Cloud-san," chides the purple haired girl beside him as she helps Shōichi stand.

Shōichi holds his stomach with one hand and rubs his head with the other as he wonders why gentle and cheerful Yoshi's friends are absolutely, undeniably, terrifying.

Oh, Hibari Kyoya made the poor red head faint when the boy appeared at his door as his escort because everyone who is anyone in Namimori knows of the terrifying forces of nature known as the Hibaris.

But Dokuro Chrome is another thing altogether. When Yoshi first put him in contact with the girl Shōichi thought she was incredibly nice. That impression went out the window when he realises she wanted him to hack into her parents accounts to force them into bankruptcy because apparently, and he quote, 'they need a lesson in humility, and you can't get that when you have so much money to spare.'

Which made some sense, he supposes, but who does that to their own parents while wearing a gentle smile on their face?

Dokuro Chrome apparently.

She passes the redhead boy one side of a large cardboard sign, depicting an image of a wrench, to hold -and where in the world did this thing come from? Air?!- as the airport crowd gives them a wide birth due to Hibari Kyoya's menacing aura.

Chrome is entirely unfazed as she passes out tiny homemade sandwiches to Hibari, Shōichi and the blond haired boy, which just proves Shōichi's point further.

The red head promptly chokes on his bread.

The blond haired boy has blue eyes that blink slowly. "Toshiyuki?" The english accent twists awkwardly around the Japanese syllables.

Shōichi nods frantically and quickly gulps down the water Chrome offers, blushing furiously -so much for first impressions- as he replies in english. "A-ah yes! Um, my real name is Irie Shōichi."

"Spanner."

Shōichi stares, numb. "That can't be your real name." The words slip out before he can stop them and he feels his cheeks burn.

The blond shrugs, apparently finding no offence. "I didn't name myself."

Apparently his brain is failing him because wrench and spanner are the same things and this boy chose his pen name and Shōichi finds himself giggling even if it isn't that funny.

Spanner chuckles in return, and Shōichi finds that his stomach has stopped doing acrobatics, but his cheeks continue to burn because Chrome is looking on almost indulgently and Hibari scoffs. Hibari grabs Spanner's luggage, turning away towards the taxi booth without another word, leaving the other children to scramble after him.

It's the start of a beautiful friendship.

And many many inventions.

(The only reason Hibari would enter a crowded airport is because he craves those upgrades that are buried inside those brilliant minds.)

Sawada Iemitsu

Iemitsu does not understand what is going on in his wife's head when she apparently let their toddler son run off to who knows where by himself.

Furthermore, she's moved out of the very house they picked together the night of their honeymoon to join another couple and their three year old son who, for some strange reason, not only own a sushi shop but a fully equipped dojo at the back.

Iemitsu doesn't like the way Nana's airy replies are punctuated with entirely too sharp stabs to the poor fish on the chopping board.

He doesn't like the way the other man, Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, only laughs and suggests a mince fish dish for the night, even as the line of his shoulders remain tense and he handles his knife with a grace Iemitsu is intimately familiar with.

And he certainly doesn't like the way the son and his loud friend makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge, because even though one's grins are entirely friendly, and the other is exuberant to the point of obnoxiousness, he feels like he's standing on a knife's edge with a punch an inch away from his face every time he talks to them in attempts to coax out his darling son's location. (Which doesn't make sense because they're not even five years old.)

Needless to say, the first meeting with his wife in two years is an absolute disaster.

And no, it isn't just because of the polite if somewhat threatening reception he and his boss are subjected to, no.

It's because god-fucking-Reborn calls somewhere in the middle of Iemitsu's sixth stare-off with the sushi chef's son.

"...what."

"Are you as deaf as you are dumb? I said, your son is helping me raise Dino into an excellent mafia boss- no don't interrupt me Tsuna I am not being accused of kidnapping someone under Vongola's wing- now where was I? Oh yes, I'm glad he hasn't inherited any of your stupidity, Iemitsu. Good bye."

Takeshi laughs as the poor poor man attempts to compute everything that was just said in the last minute. He promptly faints.

"Oh, that reaction is EXTREMELY like my little bro's."

Gokudera Lavina

Lavina is a little perplexed about how this situation came to be.

Of course, finding one of her love's men tampering with her car is an unpleasant surprise, if not entirely unexpected -Banchi is a darling even with her culinary escapades but the same cannot be said of her mother who seethes at Lavina's very presence despite her own political and therefore not entirely fulfilling marriage to the man Lavina fell in love with.

It's a bit of a blur how it happens but one moment, Lavina's reaching for the pepper spray she keeps tucked into her sleeves and the next Hayato's there and shoving -where in the world did a three year old child get his hands on live dynamite?! Lavina's going to have words with his father, love or not- into the perspiring man's mouth and tying his hands and feet with all the deftness of someone who has done this numerous times which is ridiculous.

Regardless, she doesn't understand why exactly she agrees to drive out of the compound with Hayato beside her and the captured man in the boot but here she is, watching as a teenager, who has introduced himself as Lancia, pulls the man out of the car while her dear Hayato converses with another boy perhaps a year or two older with one red eye gleaming sinisterly -Mukuro, apparently.

"...if this man isn't the orchestrator, then you'll have to wait until the main perpetrator is either dead or has had a nice chat with Tsunayoshi."

"He can't act as a therapist for every f-flailing idiot out there!" Hayato casts a wary glance Lavina's way and she beams at his efforts to curb his language that for some odd reason appeared a month back. Oddly, her darling son and his friend looks somewhat disturbed and his companion mutters something that suspiciously sounds like, 'Kyoko flashbacks'.

"Yes, well for now, you'll have to keep your mother-" a small hand slaps over Mukuro's mouth as Hayato hisses at him, face red and frantic as a startled cat.

Oh.

Lavina has suspected, ever since Hayato's smiles have started holding an undercurrent of such melancholy wistfulness these last few weeks that it takes her entire will to walk out after every lesson.

And the expression that Hayato now wears; of guilt, and pain, and fear or being rejected, just breaks her heart.

As she gathers her adorable genius of a son into her arms, she vows never to let go ever again.

And if she decides to snag his friend too -because no child should ever wear an expression of such pain and want hidden behind a nonchalant mask- well, she has more than enough love to give.

Bovino Rina

Lambo's parents are more than a little befuddled when their son behaves like an absolute angel in their guest's arms.

Apparently, it shows, because the little brunet boy, in his neatly pressed shirt, suspenders and shorts, blinks large honey eyes up at them from where he's sitting on the floor cooing at the baby in his arms. "Is something the matter?"

Lambo is temperamental at best, and a downright menace at worst, as Bovino's second in command can attest to -he still has a purple eye and a bruised kidney from where the brat had thrown wood blocks at him, and his favorite shirt is soiled. (Lambo is secretly pleased that the man that had sent him on the suicide mission against Reborn last time now shudders at the sight of him.)

Even his father is not spared the scowls -and did his baby son roll his eyes at him when he tried to play peek-a-boo?

The only exception is Lambo's mother and a few of the servants who gets all the delighted giggles and adorable smiles from the baby boy.

That's why this baby shower slash mafia gathering was met with much trepidation, and the Bovino don't allow any of the guests too close to the three month old babe.

Except a little boy slips through their guard and Lambo is laughing and reaching and-

Well.

"Who are you?" Rina Bovino asks, emerald eyes keen as they watch the way her baby son pats the boy's chubby cheeks and they way he turns back to her son, expression remarkably soft and tender and filled with love.

Rina wonders about adoption since no one seems to be claiming this boy as their own and Lambo evidently adores him.

Soft lips open to reply, but a blond teenager somehow manages to trip into the space that surrounds the two boys. He stumbles and barely manages to right himself before his face meets the marble flooring. Rina distantly notes that it's the Cavallone heir as he turns frantic eyes on the boy. "Tsuna! What are you doing?!"

"Hi Dino," the little brunet, Tsuna, smiles and Rina swears she sees sparkles in the air around him, given the way some of the other guests are rubbing their eyes, she's not the only one. "I'm making friends!"

"If that's your standard for friends, then I feel offended."

As one, the guests shuffle uneasily and Rina's freezes because that's Reborn, an Arcobaleno, a hitman, standing in front of her babe and the ridiculously adorable brunet whose smile widens -is that even possible?!- and its not only sparkles now but flowers too as he giggles, "only because your standards are ridiculously high. Even Lambo agrees with me, right Lambo?" The baby waves a fist in Reborn's direction. Rina's heart stops because this moment, her son and this tiny boy that's barely out of his toddler phase, teasing the World's Greatest Hitman, is absolutely surreal.

It's apparently normal too, because Dino Cavallone hasn't frozen up in shock at all, and breaks them up quite literally, leading to the tiny hitman chasing him out while Tsuna puts Lambo back into his crib with a few whispered words, a kiss to his forehead, and a new toy.

Rina rushes forward after he leaves with a polite bow and another of those blinding smiles, to follow the Cavallone heir and the hitman.

She thinks nothing of the new toy: a green box the same size as his blocks and completely misses the silver ring Lambo tucks under his covers, only sighing in relief to find him completely unharmed.

Lambo smiles up at his mother as he thinks back to his Tsuna-nii's words.

"You have your own family now, but you're always welcome to join us my dear little brother."

END (?)

A/N: More random inspiration for this. As with all WIP fics, I start writing and stuff happens which may or may not come and bite me later. Fun.

Reviews and feedback are loved, and if you wish to give me more inspiration, feel free. Just keep in mind that I do not enjoy writing overused tropes and sometimes ideas run away from me (this is my second time travel actually... hm...).

As always, thank you for reading,

SD