The second chapter is a little shorter, sorry. Not really used to writing at all.

He couldn't stop himself from laughing hysterically. Giggle burst from his hand covering his mouth. He could only imagine what he looked like to anyone watching. Tears running down his face from laughing too hard and a bright red face with crazy eyes.

He would blame Tsunayoshi if anyone asked. Him and his crazy group. He would blame them for rubbing off their crazy onto him.

Ryuichi had been buying groceries when he had almost run straight into the brunet. Tsuna was running through the doors, and Ryuichi was confused how no one's eyes were drawn to the short boy. The band member's eyes couldn't help but he pulled to him. It was as if he was ready to call the attention of an audience to his band's performance.

Then he noticed something small on top of Tsuna's head.

That baby again.

The infant was pulling at teen's hair is if he were trying to steer him in different directions. All Ryuichi could see, though, was a teacher trying to instruct Tsuna to conduct better. How to properly grab attention.

That was when the tiny child trumpeted something fierce and Tsuna lost all of his clothes except his boxers. The only thing Ryuichi could manage to think at that moment was how that was a rather unconventional way to grab an audience's attention.

It wasn't until he had walked halfway back to his house until that absurdity of what happened hit him. The first sound from him was a soft choked snort before it became loud bursts of amusement.

After that, he looked out for the brunet more and more. He would be excited to see how he had grown each day. Sometimes the boy was with Gokudera or Yamamoto. Other days he was being pulled by the captain of the boxing club. On rare occasions, he would be seen alone.

Those days were the worst because Tsuna's expressions were so lonely. Ryuichi had many times thought of walking up to him and try to make a conversation. It was an impossible goal, though, because every time the band members legs would tremble and not follow any instructions.

Tsuna was intimidating. Anyone he said that to would laugh at him, but that didn't stop him from sweating when he passed by. Even more so than when Hibari did.

The next time he saw the brunet, he was once again with the beady-eyed infant. This time, though the scene he saw was a little different. The two were walking side by side. Tsuna walked on the sidewalk while the baby walked on the fence so that he was the same height as the teen.

The sight reminded him of a part of a musical. Probably because he had been watching it obsessively in the last week, but the two in front of him reminded his of Les Miserables. Or at least the infant reminded his of the male lead, and Tsuna resembled the lead's adopted daughter.

The lead was a criminal, guilty of what he had done, and was looking for some way to repent. When a dying woman tells him of her young daughter who would die without her, he seizes the opportunity to help out. He finds the child and immediately takes her in.

From where Ryuichi was standing all he could see was the infant watching over Tsuna as he grew. Waiting for him to be able to protect himself from danger. Teaching his and leading him.

He grinned at the thought.

How ludicrous. An infant taking care of someone older than him. Impossible.

He suddenly felt uncomfortable. He remembered the end scene of the musical where the lead died once his adopted daughter could care for herself. How he had let go of his life because his repentance was over.

He looked at the baby but shook his head. The infant wasn't watching over Tsuna. The baby wasn't sick. He definitely wasn't repenting for something. After all, what kind of terrible situation could one so young get into?

And yet he couldn't shake the sight of a much taller black haired man taking the place of the infant. Fedora tilted down, a frown etched morbidly into his face.