Pinkie's Part:

Credit for the storyline goes to one, SkyGem. She's freaking awesome- no seriously!This is based off a prompt she graciously threw in my direction, I hope you like it! This will be a two shot! To help me get those creative juices flowing so I can update Monochromatic Sun and Sense of Famil(iarit)y

This is Italian.

This is speaking regular.

Prompt Part one: Tsuna loves visiting his grandfather, Timoteo over summer vacation because he's always extremely nice to him. One year, when he was six, he met a ten-year-old boy named Reborn whose mother (Luce) worked for his grandpa Timoteo. Reborn was really mean to Tsuna that year, and Tsuna hated him.

Onward!

Chapter: Let's Begin

Within a certain household, in a quaint, Japanese town called Namimori- there was a clumsy little boy running around the home, a determined expression set firmly into his adorable, round face. His honey eyes were wide with expectation as he looked at the big red circle around a particular day on the calendar. He counted on his fingers, and grimaced at the gap between the current day and the event marked. He nodded in determination and then proceeded to play- his thoughts wandering back to the date marked.

Many a day had passed, and the building anticipation was strong within the young boy. The approach of the day coming ever so slowly. He paraded around his home in stocking feet and slippers, toting around a lion backpack that was worse for wear. He received sideways- though endearing- glances from his parents as he continued to put items within the fabric confines.

"Oka-san! When will we see Grandfather?"

"Soon, Tsu-kun; just two more days." To emphasize her point, his mother, Nana, held up two of her slender fingers. The child mimicked the notion, and sat on the ground, pouting at his raised digits. He looked up at his mother pleadingly, and in response she patted his head gently. Her smile was encouraging, and the child took the initiative.

"Oka-san, you can make pain from ouches go away, can kaa-san make the sad from too much time go away too?" The honey tinted eyes that looked up at Nana were almost too much to bear. She knelt down and collected the child into her arms, cooing at his terribly cute antics before she rocked him.

"Mama's not magic, Tsu-kun. But she loves you very much."

The child giggled and kissed his mother's cheek before she set him down. He picked up his abandoned bag and continued to stow away toys for the trip. Seeing his mother's smile- he guessed that it wouldn't be too bad to wait just a little bit longer.

(WhenYouDream)

Two days flew by rather quickly once Nana informed her husband, Iemitsu; of their lovable child's antics. The hours were passed by playing and by keeping little Tsuna preoccupied. The trills of childish laughter filled the home and a warmth settled over them all.

At the end of their long wait, Nana pulled a grumpy child out of bed and dressed him. She held back a laugh at the groggy glare that the small boy had managed to muster for her. But when he came to realize that he was no longer dreaming- and the fateful day he had been so impatient for was finally upon them, his expression did a complete 180.

His little feet picked up the pace and he was immediately hyper. His high voltage smile contagious as the three of them made haste to exit their home and make it to the air port. Young Tsunayoshi was well behaved on the way to the air port; not complaining at all about the long drive. He sat in his car seat, a smile on his face and sipped his juice box patiently.

That isn't to say that once they made it to their destination; no sooner had he freed himself from the safety contraction and made it to his father's side with an unknown stealth and grace. Nana shook her head disbelievingly, but did not chastise the small, excited child. The walk through the lobby, and the long wait in line did not deter Tsuna's happiness. This would be his sixth year going through this routine for the summer. The sixth time he would be traveling to Italy to see that man. That man being his kind hearted, accepting Grandfather; Timoteo.

As the young child sat in his seat, he bounced. Soft, caramel brown tresses swayed with each of his movements. Onlookers just smiled, enjoying the excitment of this impressionable young boy. Iemitsu and Nana flanked both sides of their darling son, and strapped him into the seat as was instructed. The quiet whispers in which opened throughout the plane cab made Tsuna a little nervous. He was usually asleep during these trips- however the year previous on this particular visit, his grandfather had told him that he would have a suprise for him waiting this year. Tsuna leaned his head forward and did his best to look out the window. The concrete slab moving quickly, before it was replaced by the vacant sky.

(ThingsComeTrue)

Tsuna was woken up by his father's large, warm hand giving him a slight shake. He rolled his head to the side and looked up at him questioningly. The smile he received from him, coaxed one of his own as he stretched and yanwed cutely. Nana unbuckled the small boy and pulled him into her lap. He curled up against her like a warm kitten and allowed himself to be carried.

The hustle and bustle of the people around them in the aisle of the carriage jostled the boy slightly, but he was too tired to protest. His excitement all tapped out from the chatter and bouncing he had done previously. He blinked his bleary eyes and stared up at his mother, who kissed him gently on the forehead. He closed his eyes, hoping for the time to pass just a little bit more quickly so he could see his favorite person sooner.

When Tsuna was brought back to reality from his warm dreams, he pouted. He was happily suprised to see that they were on the long road to his Grandfather's house; however, that jubilant attitude was given a startling halt as they pulled up to the first gate of many for something that his father had called a 'security check'.

The men in black suits all had scary expressions that softened considerably at the sight of Tsuna. Many had made small waves to the child, which he returned full heartedly. His bright smile took a little weight off of their shoulders as they allowed the car to pass through. This process was repeated many times until they reached the last checkpoint. The usually well mannered child was beginning to get slightly impatient. As the car rolled to a halt, Tsuna unlatched his seatbelt and weasled his way out of his carseat. When his father exited the vehicle to check on him, he jumped out and made a mad sprint to the gate.

Nana had called out to him, asking him to wait; but Tsuna had other ideas. He slipped passed the gaurds on duty and made his way through to the manour. Iemitsu had broke out in a run after his son, only to be left in the dust by his child. The jeers and sideways remarks his collegues made to him only made him sigh. He shook his head, and a pride filled smile slipped its way onto his face as he returned to the vehicle. They were in Timoteo's territory- and no one would dare harm his little tuna fish, right?

A little ways off, Tsuna had somehow found his way to his Grandfather's garden. He smiled broadly and went on a little adventure to try and locate him. He had been venturing a little over half of an hour, and he puffed his cheeks in determination as he once more began to stroll through the maze of rose bushes. He took in the gorgeous colors of the flowers, having locked away this vision in his memory many times before when he had taken this route with Timoteo. He glanced at a new fllower he had not seen before, and he suddenly felt scared. He looked to each of his sides, and felt an impending dread fill him. It had only dawned on the child now- that there would be no adults to help him if he got lost.

He turned around, only to crouch down and stare at the image behind him. The path had gone from the familiar brown cobblestones, to woodchips and gravel. He had never been this far before. Tsuna fought with his gut feeling that told him to sit and wiat for someone to find him. Instead, he stood, brushed off his clothes and began to walk once more. His sight blurry from the hot tears he was silently shedding. He had a small sense of relief when he came across a slightly familiar fountain. He ran towards it, not seeing that his shoe lace was untied- and fell unceremoniously and without grace into a heap. He hissed as he sat up, looking down at the shallow scrapes he had caused himself. Against his better judgement, he let go of the pent up wails he had been holding in since he had been lost.

He say, his knees up to his chest and wailed. Fat tears slipping down his cheeks as he continued to cry. His little fists on the apples of his cheeks, trying to stop the tears from sliding down any further. He sniffed and coughed, trying to calm himself down, but nothing was seeming to work. As a last resort- he called out the only names he knew.

"Kaa-san! 'Tou-san! G-grandpa 'Teo! 'T-teo!"

Having no response, he cried harder, having fallen back on his rear. His hands found solace on either side of him, clutching small handfuls of gravel and wood, as he tried to make himself smaller. He pushed himself further into the ground, and then as his tears began to subside, he felt something approaching. He sniffled a few more times, before he turned around. His eyes puffy from crying, and his new outfit dirty from falling.

A woman dressed in white with an odd hat was standing just a little ways off- her eyes softening at the sight of the crying child. She jogged over to the child, and kneeled down beside him. Tsuna felt immediately close to her, and put his hands out to her.

"Ah, there there bambino- It's going to be all right, Mama Luce is here now."

Tsuna hiccuped as Luce picked him up and cradled him against her form. She shushed him gently and rocked him as she walked back towards the way she had came. His hiccups subsided, and he clutched to her. The way his wide, curious eyes glanced up at her made her tighten her hold just a little bit more. This child was criminally adorable.

"Ne, bambino- what's your name?"

Luce crossed the threshold of a building, dismissing anyone who shot her an inquiring glance. Tsuna tilted his head, not understanding what the woman had said. He wanted to talk to this pretty, warm woman. His eyes began to water again, and Luce's eyes widened.

"Ara bambino! No tears, don't cry!"

Her fingers went to work wiping away the droplets as she cooed at the little boy. An idea suddenly came to her mind. She hestitated, before she held up one finger, and pointed to herself.

"Luce."

Tsuna blinked. He looked at the woman with black hair and pretty, understanding eyes. The notion then clicked in his head. Ah! She spoke a different language, one that Iemitsu sometimes spoke in with Timoteo on the phone. He repeated the notion, pointing at her,

"Luce-nee!" He then pointed to himself and said shyly,

"Tsu-chan." His mouth was slightly pulled up into a half pout with his lips sticking out just the slightest bit. Luce smiled,

"Ara, Tsu-chan." She tilted her head and made eye contact with the little boy. So he spoke Japanese.

"Where are your parents, little one?"

Tsuna's eyes lit up at the familiar language and he hugged the woman tightly. He babbled on about his visit, and then he paused.

"I don't know where kaa-san or 'tou-san are...I'm scared Luce-nee."

Luce looked as though she were about to say something more, but a voice broke through the comofortable silence between the child and the woman.

"He's Nono's kin, Maman."

Luce turned to face the owner of the voice, and Tsuna blinked. Before them stood a boy no older than 9 with a pair of the most unforgiving eyes Tsuna had ever seen. The confidence that rolled off of the little boy made Tsuna shiver and cling to his new friend. Luce smiled and gestured for the boy to come closer, and Tsuna got an even better look at those expressionless obsidian eyes. Luce placed Tsuna on the floor anf gave his head an affectionate pat before turning to the other young boy.

"Reborn, play nice with Tsu-chan, until I return with his family, okay?"

There was a curt nod, and those emotionless eyes danced in the light of something akin to love when Luce dropped her hand onto the head of spiky black hair. She smiled down at the boy, waved with her fingers to Tsuna and exited the room. Tsuna looked at the newcomer, and hesitantly gripped the sleeve. No sooner than the contact had registered did the boy turn his cold gaze onto the brown eyed child.

"Do not touch me. I will not be defiled by the weak."

The tone that the raven haired boy spoke the Japanese language in made it sound harsh and unwanted. Tsuna's mouth dropped open as he took in the words that this new boy had spat at him. His lip began to tremble, and when the glare hardened, he found that every emotion in his body went still. He could not coax the tears to come, and he found himself immediately frightened of this boy, Reborn.

"You will not cry in front of me anymore. You've already ensnared my mother, but you won't take her away from me."

Tsuna didn't understand what this boy meant, but he really didn't like the way he spoke to him. His eyebrows knit together and he was about to retort when a head of blonde hair peeked into the room.

"There you are, kora!"

"Ah, Colonello- let's go. This baby's tears are infectious for weakness."

Tsuna pouted, his doe eyes becoming slightly larger as he noticed the fluent transition the other boy had between both languages.

"Tsu-chan d-doesn't understand what the m-mean boy is s-saying to others! Kaa-san says that t-that i-isn't a nice way to make f-friends!"

He watched the boy's face scrunch up, and then a scary smirk coming up onto his features as he gestured to the blonde boy. The newcomer nodded, a grim expression on his face as he looked at Tsuna with a look that resembled pity.

As Reborn and his disciple sauntered towards Tsuna, with silke ties in hand and malicious grins; the child knew he was in trouble. His gut feeling telling him to run away, but he was caught by the wrist and tugged to the floor.

The words from Reborn ringing in his ears;

"There is no such thing, as a nice friend, Dame-Tsu-chan."

Tsuna found himself tied to a chair with the head of a torn stuffed animal in his mouth. He was found twenty minutes later by his family and Luce, accompanied by Timoteo. The looks of shock and anger on their faces were evident. But the child did not utter a single word about who had done this to him. Tsuna learned for the first time what hatred was, and he discovered that he no longer wished to travel to Italy.