I just realized I've updated this fic twice in a little under a year! I really need to get my act together.

Twerk; The rhythmic gyrating of the lower fleshy extremities in a lascivious manner with the intent to elicit sexual arousal or laughter in ones intended audience.

"Alright, alright, everyone quiet down. Let's just get back to the house and discuss things there," Giotto commanded.

Giotto's order couldn't even be heard over the calamity of voices screaming out for an answer to the madness that was currently occuring. The first generation were confused and slightly frightened and the tenth generation just had to protect their secret. There was no telling what effect them finding out who they really were would have on the future...and even if they did tell the first gen guardians the truth they might just think they were absolutely bonkers.

Spontaneously a voice rang out over the noise, "QUIET!"

The voice held power and strength and for about thirty seconds everything was silent as Giotto donned a triumphant smirk. Then as quickly as it stopped the shouting started again.

At this point Tsuna was getting starting to get a headache. Which made him ireful. Which caused him to walk out in front of the two groups, deathly calm and filled with killing intent. Which in turn silenced them as he spoke speak in a quiet, bitter sweet voice. "I think it's time for us all to sit down and have a proper talk."

Like naughty children the two group bashfully sat down in a circle and awaited orders.

"Who wants to speak first?" Tsuna asked.

Immediately every hand shot up into the air.

"Enma, would you like to start us off?"

"Yes, Tsuna-sensei. I mean, senpai. I mean Tsuna," Enma stammered.

"Just get on with it," Gokudera said, annoyed.

"Well I just wanted to say that this is all a huge waste of time and we should all go back to worrying about more pressing matters."

"He doth raise a somewhat reasonable point," Asari said.

"Ewww get your reason away from me," Lampo proclaimed.

Tsuna sighed. They might be from a different era but one thing never changed. The guardians stupidity.

"Everyone, we should all go home, have some nice afternoon tea and chat about this," Giotto said. He was mentally exhausted and it was starting to get cold and all he wanted to do was go home.

The group begrudgingly obliged. It was a slow trek back to the Vongola manor but they arrived before the sun began to set which was a relief, if only a little one.

"Now, let's get this discussion underway," Giotto declared.

After much deliberation on both parts it was decided that the tenth generation Vongola were not aliens, shape shifters or anything of the sort. It was a mere coincidence that they all shared a few physical traits with the first gen. And, as it just so happened, this argument ran well into the night and both parties dragged themselves off to bed at a shockingly late hour.

Tsuna lay in bed, content with the events that had transpired. Ryohei was safe, Lambo was safe. Everyone was safe.

As he snuggled into the sheets, aware of how gross he felt after having not been able to shower or change clothes in some time he heard the slight creak of the door and the lightest footfalls he'd ever perceived slowly creeping towards him.

"Hello Reborn," Tsuna said with a smirk, shimmying himself out from under the blankets and rising to face the intruder.

"Hi Tsuna," he replied with a grin, taking off his hat and hanging it on the brunette's cupboard, releasing a sloped mountain of black spikes.

The only other room's occupant rose from the bed to meet with this denizen of the night, standing before his tutor. "What brings you here at this time of night?"

"I want you to do something for me," Reborn purred.

Tsuna placed his hands on the taller males chest, rubbing up and along until his arms curled around his tutor shoulders, forcing the brunette to rise up on his tip toes.

Reborn leaned in, whispering in his ear, "I want you to twerk for me."

Tsuna blinked. Once. Twice. Did he really just hear...?

"What!" he exclaimed, violently jerking away from his tutor.

"Please, Tsuna, it arouses me."

He had no clue how to react. He's heard of plenty of fetishes but this was an entirely new and...interesting one. Why couldn't Reborn be into something normal? Like BDSM or role-play.

"Okay," Tsuna said hesitantly, "Well what do you want me to do?"

Reborn settled himself on the bed. "Twerk right here, in front of me."

Tsuna blushed, he'd never done anything like this before. He'd never even twerked in front of anyone. But there was a time and a place for everything and right here, right now, was the time for twerking.

He turned his posterior to Reborn, both mentally and physically preparing himself for what he was about to do. He started slow, gradually building up into a full twerk. He twerked as hard as he could twerk and it was exhausting and slightly degrading but when he heard Reborn moaned and call out his name he twerked as if there were no tomorrow.

"Tsuna, twerk against my erection," Reborn growled.

The brunette backed up his twerk till he was twerking hard against Reborn's stiff length.

"Tsuna," Reborn groaned, "Tsuna I'm coming."

Something slick and wet covered his backside and Tsuna collapsed against the floor. That had been the best twerk of his life.

"You have the twerk gods within you Tsuna," Reborn panted.

The brunette was too tired to answer back and discarded his ruined shirt before crawling into bed. Reborn kissed Tsuna on the forehead, thanking him for the experience before returning to his own room. He was intensely satisfied and craved for little more than a warm bed.

The next morning when Tsuna awoke his ass hurt. Twerking was harder than he thought. He rolled out of bed, in nothing more than his boxers and glanced around for some clothes. The only usable item of attire he owned was apparently ruined. With nothing else to wear he slipped on his too-big-pants, holding them up at the waist, and went to go find his guardians.

The brunette found them assembled downstairs, all dressed and ready in new clothes. "What's this? Everyone but me is looking all nice."

"Giotto arranged for some clothes to be brought up from the village and we just sorted through them till we found some that fit," Yamamoto explained.

"And where is this miraculous box of clothing?" Tsuna questioned.

More than half the group was hesitant to tell him. They all got to check him out way better while he wasn't wearing a shirt.

Gokudera rolled his eyes. "They're behind the chair."

Tsuna flashed his storm guardian a smile. "Thanks Gokudera."

After sorting through various things that were too big and a couple that were too small Tsuna found a nice pair of brown pants, a starch white top and brown button up vest; which he quickly put on, discarding his now useless adult pants.

"I feel so much better now," Tsuna sighed.

"Don't we all," Ryohei commented.

"Speaking of better, how are you now, Ryohei?"

"I'm fine now, thanks for asking, Tsuna."

Gokudera arose, relenting his seat on the couch to Tsuna as the group set about making plans for the future. They were all still really lost and had no clue what to do. The only thing they could do was wait around until something happened, like Spanner finding out how to get them all back to the time they were supposed to be in, or the Goddamn Bazooka showing up.

"I could really go for some pancakes right about now," Tsuna said, noticing how hungry he was. With all the chaos that was happening yesterday he couldn't even remember if he'd eaten anything.

Giotto suddenly sidled into the room. "I can help with that," he said with a smile.

Daemon, who was trailing behind the 1st Vongola boss, appeared livid. "He gets pancakes and I don't?! You said 'there's no way in hell I'm making the cooks go to that much effort for you to eat some stinkin' flat bread things'. But if the captive wants some pancakes then he gets them immediately."

"Stop being such a drama queen," Giotto said, scowling.

Seeing the trouble it was causing Tsuna interjected, "It's fine if pancakes aren't available, I really just want food."

"If it is pancaked you want, it is pancakes you shall have," Giotto said fiercely.

Twenty minutes later Daemon and Giotto were engaged in a fierce battle of words and fists as Tsuna sat at the table, happily munching away on his breakfast of pancakes and fruit. The fruit was especially important because it was the only nutritional thing on the table.

"I miss two minute noodles," Yamamoto sighed, "it's so much easier when you don't have to wait so long for things to be prepared."

A figure that had been leaning against the door frame, unnoticed, for the past five minutes decided to speak up. "What are these 'two minute noodles' you speak of? Noodles take more than two minutes to prepare."

"Asari!" Yamamoto exclaimed.

"Yes, that is my name."

Tsuna smiled innocently at the first gen rain guardian, kicking Yamamoto under the table, "It's nothing, it's just something Yamamoto wishes were real."

Asari's eyes narrowed suspiciously. There was definitely something they were hiding. Something big. He grinned back. "Ahahaha, would that not be very convenient indeed."

Like first generation rain guardian, like tenth generation guardian. If they didn't understand something they'd brush it off. However they wouldn't forget it.

Giotto once again entered the room, brushing dirt off his suit, a smile set firmly on his face. "Now, what say we venture into town today everyone?"

The time travellers perked up. Town. As in a real Italian town, untouched by technology and consumerism. This would be fun.

"Sure!" they exclaimed in unison.

Sorry if it isn't very long. I assure you the next chapter will be longer.