Cracked Vongola Ring Adventures
by: junemary

Summary: 3YL!It all started when he stepped on the Original Sky Vongola Ring, cracking a part of it in the process. "Why do you use forks as your major weapon?", "FOR THE NTH TIME, IT'S SILVERWARE! NOT FORK! YOU PEOPLE HAVE NO CLASS AT ALL!"

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, Amano-sensei owned KHR. 'Junemary' does not sound nor spell like Amano Akira, right?

A/N: I wanna share something

Warning: Not beta-read. Tenses and spelling may gave you a headache.

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Chapter Two: Jokes and Bullets

"A portion of our time is engraved in the ring."

Tsuna idly opened his eyes as Primo's voice resonated inside his head. His body is afloat in some dark space, who-knows-where. He tried to call out Primo inside his head but his body got very heavy and his eyes groggy, as if the darkness is once again trying to swallow him up.

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Just like last time, Tsuna found himself lying down in some unknown place. But this time around, when he got up, there was no wooden wall trapping him.

What in the world? He thought as his hands wandered mindlessly around him. Feeling nothingness, he crouched into the floor and felt small metallic pieces with some sandy particles under his hands. Tsuna can also smell gunpowder in the place (since Gokudera's room smell just like this one from the gunpowder in his dynamites).

Something solid and wide behind him pushed him back in the ground. Before he could shout his infamous 'HIIIIIEEEEE!', a series of deafening sound reverberated in the place.

The sound that is so familiar to him especially that this is the sound Gokudera emitted in destroying the mansion.

Guns.

Tsuna could only crouch down and wince as empty barrels hit him in the back.

HIIIIIIEEE! THIS IS WORSE THAN HAVING THE VONGOLA MANSION BLOWN TO SMITHERENS! What in the name of Primo is going on?!

After some time, the relentless shooting stopped and Tsuna stopped quivering in the floor. He slowly raised his head and scanned the dark area, hoping to see what's really going on with the place, but it was still pitch black.

He then heard someone whistled. As to where, he cannot pinpoint the exact location.

"I bet 30 that you didn't hit all your targets."

"Make it a 50."

"You scoundrels are going to regret it."

The lights lit up the place. Tsuna instinctively closed his eyes.

"Ha! Pay up, bastards. I hit all the targets."

"Tch. What a waste."

A man roared with laughter. "That's a lesson for you, bastards."

"Yeah, yeah, don't give us the 'not to mess with Vongola Settimo' crap again."

That sent signals to Tsuna, terrifying signals. It made his whole body petrified and he can even feel his soul leave his body. According to the passed journal of the Vongola Bosses, Vongola Settimo self-proclaimed himself to be 'the most dangerous and most skilled' of all Vongola Bosses. But this is contrary to what he heard from the Ninth.

To ensure his safety, he'd rather not say it out loud, much less think about it. He is, Tsuna deduced, in Settimo's time. He might get killed instantly remembering that the bloodiest history of Vongola is in Settimo's time. Again, he's transported in the past. Does he have to pass the other bosses' time to get back? If that's it, six more hell to go (because Primo and Ninth seemed nice and he's done with the Sixth) But, hey, he's thinking positive that he's inching closer to his real future.

Tsuna giggled like a young boy.

"Who's there?!"

Tsuna was startled by the thunderous, more like murderous, voice so his infamous 'HIIEEEEE!' kind of leaked out on impulse.

A gun was aimed directly at his forehead by another person and not only that but also tuxedo clad men with sunglasses and machine guns encircle him.

Being very familiar with this situation (well, Reborn does this to him on daily basis), Tsuna raised the universal sign for surrender.

"I'm innocent! I'm the victim here! And I have no intention of hurting anyone! Not even an ant and most definitely not a single hair out of anyone in here!" Tsuna unconsciously blurted out.

Well, everyone sweat dropped by that outburst. Who was expecting that, really?

"Who are you?" Fabio asked as he pointed his gun at the shaking brunette.

"S-S-Sawada T-Tsunayoshi." Tsuna stuttered.

"I didn't ask for your name!"

"Hai!" Vongola Decimo squeaked.

Fabio's eyes were turning into slits, "Who are you?"

"A human?"

"I didn't ask what you are, fool!"

"Hai!"

"This will be last time I'll ask you before I lodge a bullet in your head: who are you?" Settimo clicked his gun.

Tsuna can feel his soul leave his body. This is it. I'm going to die. I thought that I'm going to die by Reborn's hands or by the Varia's, or by Mukuro and Hibari, but no, I'm going to die by the hands of my ancestor. It hurts. But I'll accept it.

Tsuna shook his head vigorously. Please don't kill me! I still have a life back home. You're my predecessor! I'm your successor!

"What are you talking about?"

Vongola Decimo just then realized his thoughts were said out loud and heard loud-and-clear by those around him.

"Did I say something?" Tsuna chuckled nervously. Please, please, please forget those words!

Fabio bent down one knee. The gun even nearing to Tsuna's sweaty forehead, "What do you mean by successor? Speak up."

Tsuna laughed nervously, "I was just joking! Don Fabio, you sure believe me? That was a joke! Isn't it funny?"

Complete silence.

Tsuna closed his eyes. That was cheap. That was just stupid. Seriously, who jokes in a life-and-death situation? Just the plainly retarded ones who won't be scared like hell if they're in this situation because they're not in their right mind! And now, Tsuna realized he's one of those retards, he whimpered, this is it. I'm dead. In Vongola Decimo's mind, doing a fast paced mind-simulation:

Gunshots are going to fill his body. It's going to be messy but he's not going to see it afterwards. He will then ascend to heaven.

But before his complete ascend to heaven, Reborn will give him retribution for a shame to the Vongola ancestry. Talk about double annihilation.

After that, he will see the Ninth with sorry eyes looking at him, pitifully and maybe even mouthing, 'Sorry you had to die so young.'

Primo will maybe say to him, 'I expected much from you. You disappoint me.'

Mukuro and Hibari and Xanxus will be hot on his tail to get at least one punch before he completely goes to heaven. Make that triple annihilation.

Gokudera and the others will have a great ladder to pull back his soul back to earth.

But when he's back to Earth, he'll just once again face Settimo.

He'd rather die.

His mind-simulation of his death was cut off when he heard a roaring laughter.

Settimo was hitting his back, hard. "That was indeed funny! Come with me. Tell me more jokes! You're one amusing worm!"

What… just happened?

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Tsuna can't seem to remember a practice area for shooting inside the Vongola mansion (he did memorize the whole floor plan of his mansion, Reborn's orders – must follow). The place was about a size of a football field. That wouldn't be hard not to notice, right? Considering that Settimo's hobby (and weapon) is guns, it seemed legit enough for him to have such 'room' (if it's plausible enough to call a big place like as such).

He is in the mansion still which gave him a breath of relief. If he isn't, who knows what dangers he will be facing in a foreign time (he then added a mental note to himself, he should take history classes by the time he's back).

A muscled man opened the door for him and said, "The don awaits you. Best of luck."

Wait, what? Best of luck? What's going to happen inside? Wha- Wha- Wha- Wha- Wha- Wai-

But before he could utter a word, the guy pushed him inside. And Tsuna flinched as he heard the lock clicked behind him. No way out now, huh?

"Ah! Insect! Come, join me. Red or white?" Settimo ushered the petrified Tsuna towards him. Eventhough scared, Tsuna had no choice but to walk towards Satan- no, Settimo.

"Red… or white?" Tsuna whispered to himself. Unfortunately for him, Fabio heard him.

Settimo chuckled, "Not familiar with society, then? Tell me, flea, do you live a secluded life?"

Secluded, Tsuna pondered for moment: guardians, Varia, Reborn, cracked ring, meeting other bosses; his life is pretty messed up and most definitely not secluded. To be on the safe side, he answered, "Not really."

"Just ignorant, I see." Decimo sweat dropped on his comment. Fabio poured out wine on two glasses. He then gave one to Tsuna, who was sitting adjacent to him. "Nebbiolo for a first timer. Not that strong, a little sweet. Perfect for a rat like you, I say."

A/N FUNFACT: The wine's full name is Nebbiolo di Barbaresco, commonly known today as Barbaresco. Nebbiolo is the grape. Before, people commonly introduce the wine by its grape fruit, not by its manufactured name.

Vongola Settimo raised his glass slightly in the air, and at the same time, eyeing Tsuna. Vongola Decimo got hold of his glass and did the same thing. After, Fabio drank all the contents of his wine. While Tsuna, just placed his glass back on the table.

"A woman, then?" Fabio raised a brow at him and looked at him quizzically.

Tsuna tilted his head into the side and mouth agape.

"A man does not deny wine. Deny wine, and you're a woman. If you're a woman, I should end you for deceiving me."

Tsuna placed both of his hands in front of him and waved recklessly at the fuming seventh Vongola boss. "A man savors companionship before his drink!"

"For you to deny what is served, that's discourtesy."

"It's respect over hospitality. Offered or not, the guest must not take before his host."

They both stared at each other for a long time just to be broken by Fabio's hysterical laughing, "You're learning ethics?"

Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief; he's not really fond of drinking strong stuff. Everything was just an excuse. So staying up all night to read a thick paperback already paid off. Who could have thought that ancient courtesy used by monarchs was useful? "Yes, Don Fabio."

"Nasty stuff, I tell you. I was told by the Sixth to read it before I came to power."

"Yes, I think so too." Tsuna managed to say considering that he's dead scared. Also, where is there conversation heading? It's almost as if it's the calm before the hurricane, no, scratch that, bloodbath.

"So, tell me, dog, who are you really?"

Tsuna stared at him, dumbfounded. "Tsuna."

Fabio seemed to be in deep thought. "You earlier said you're my successor. What does it mean?"

That I really am, Tsuna almost slipped. He remembered that Settimo laughed so hard when he told him he was joking. He scratched his head pathetically and said, "I was trying to be funny."

"I see." Scratching his chin, Fabio continued, "What do you do for a living? Freelance?"

"You could call it that way, I guess." What's a freelancer anyway?

"Which business are you involved in? Opium? Smuggling? Or is it gambling?"

Tsuna gave him a questioning look and sweat droppped at the under-the-table business Settimo just said. How was he supposed to answer that? He doesn't even know what a freelancer is! And also, does he look like he's part of an underground society? Oh wait, Mafia is an underground society. And he's the boss.

Settimo shrugged, "I want to know though. You entered a heavily guarded stronghold without alerting the guards. You must be a very talented find."

Tsuna can't seem to gather his thoughts. More like, his mind is spinning from Settimo talking too much. And Settimo's talking in heavy Italian, too polite Italian (hey, he learned Italian more from Gokudera and you know how colorful Gokudera's Italian can be and it's waaaaaay to different from the proper Italian Reborn's trying to pound on him).

"You garb like you're from a respectable society. Not to mention, you learned proper etiquette. Tell me, Tsuna, what trick did you use?"

"Trick?"

"One cannot just enter my mansion unscathed."

Sweat started to form in Tsuna's forehead.

"Tell me, clown: what did you do?" Even Tsuna could feel the change in the atmosphere. He involuntarily flinched. He can sense danger in the area, his HI ringing warning bells.

"I… don't know." That was dumb.

Fabio smirked. He was waiting for a chance to hit the small guy in front of him. He did not sense danger in him, but one cannot be so laid back, especially when a lot of people held a grudge against him. In a split second, he pointed a pistol at the brunette's forehead. But he instantly recoiled when he saw an orange flame flicker near his gun. Nonetheless, he still aimed the gun at the forehead, but a bit farther.

Vongola Settimo stared wide-eyed at the flame before him. Dying Will Flames, he recognized, moreover Sky Flames! Pure and translucent! Only the chosen wield such flames. His eyes travelled to the supposed amber orbs but were met with blazing, deadly calm sunset-colored eyes.

It had been a while Fabio felt intimidated. It had been a while he felt pressured. It had been a while he felt… terrified. Just a minute ago, he was scaring the wimpy bug but right now, just by staring at those eyes, he feels suffocated. His hands are shaking, he can feel his hands damping, but no matter how much he wants to put his arm down, he cannot summon the strength to do so. It was as if he was petrified.

And a Vongola never petrifies!

With a new resolve, Settimo slammed his hand on the table, toppling it in the process. Tsuna jumped out of his chair and raised his arm to protect himself from the broken splinters. Fabio still sat on his leather while breathing heavily. Grinding his teeth together, Fabio managed to say, "Who are you, scum?"

Tsuna, in his Hyper Dying Will Mode, did not answer but just gave Settimo a hard look.

If there's one thing Fabio doesn't want - it's being the one pressured. More than anything, he hated the feeling of inferiority. He returned the glare and asked once again, "Who are you?" Sensing that the brunette's not going to answer anytime now, he continued, "What are you doing here? Which family are you from? Have I killed your loved ones? Are you here to take revenge?" His grip on his pistol tightened as he saw the indifferent stare of Tsuna, unnerving him even more.

"I'm not going to apologize! I'm not going to grovel! Whichever family you are from, you deserve that for challenging the Vongola!" His outburst created a change in the brunette's gaze – from hard to soft.

Tsuna walked towards Fabio, which made him aim his gun towards Tsuna. "D-Don't come any closer!" Settimo tried to decipher Tsuna's movements – hands on the side, sunset-colored eyes still staring at him, and posture that intimidated him so much – but he can't find any signs that the brunette's going to attack him. He can feel his hands shake once again that he needed to support the pistol with both of his hands.

Decimo stopped right in front of the pistol. He gripped the barrel and aimed it at his chest. "A boss takes measures that best interest the family. One can only judge if it's good or evil, but will never understand the way of the mafia. Ending a life," He shakes his head, "is not a sign of power, Fabio. You will be feared but will never be respected. That's not power, that's tyranny!" Settimo gasped as the person before him raised his voice.

"Vongola has become a lineage of murderers; it swayed from its original purpose: to be the champion of the weak." Decimo stared down at him. Fabio could only gape at the brunette. Who is this? He seems to be an entirely different person! "You shoulder the entire family now. Good choices last while the other destroys."

The ring on Decimo's finger (on his right hand – the one holding the pistol) glowed as is his whole body.

"I believe this is farewell." The pistol slid through Decimo's hand as he slowly disintegrated into the air.

"W-Wait!" Fabio choked as he dropped the gun.

Decimo smiled, "I have always watched over all of you."

He vanished, leaving golden lights for Fabio to watch in confusion.

"This isn't amusing at all!"

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End of Chapter 2

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A/N: I'm back! *runs to Mars to avoid the reader's wrath*