A time-travelling story, on my lovely KHR.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except for those random stuff... y'know, everything that isn't in the actual story?
Summary: Tsuna knew that the bazooka was to be kept very far, like the length of here to Mt. Fuji, after Giannini has tinkered with it. But that was not the case this time, because the bazooka was literally somewhere far. So where did all this blue smoke come from? And why was everything so... old? Tsuna was glad for one thing though, and that was his phone. "At least I can communicate with everyone."
Story tags: slight-AU (debatable), OC (debatable), Fluff, Family, Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Time-travel, Humor, Sarcasm (debatable), Bashing (debatable), OOCs (super-debatable)... and more that I might not have put on here (if you see them...).
Story rating: PG, but T on occasions...
"God why do you have to always be so souless!"
"Because... If I grow too close to someone. They always end up dying... Because of me."
Your hands quivered with fear. Kakashi stood in front of you. His back towards you. Your feet began to move on their own. And soon your arms did too. You grabbed onto him tightly.
"Your so damn annoying."
You stated with a chuckle escaping Kakashi's mouth.
"I'd say the same Y/N."
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Warning! This is a gay, erotic, and even sexual explicit story. If you are under the age of 18. Turn the heck around. However if you are underage. And you really wanna read this. Well please don't report me. Anyway enjoy!