Hello folks! :3

Let me introduce this story and myself a bit.

This is my first story in English (It's not my mother language and I have no Beta so forgive me for the eventual errors) and also, it's a G27! A paring I personally love and that needs more fan fictions (and fan arts)

The title may sound weird but I really like it x°D It has a meaning but It's nothing tragic (no one is going to be shoot with a gun in the brain xD)

Tsuna will probably be a bit ooc. He is older than in the manga here so he is also more mature and less dame (but some dameness is still there)

I don't really know what else to say. Just have a nice time reading this and let me know if you like it =)

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» Karma is …«

If one were to ask what type of person Giotto Vongola is, people would answer in many different ways.

Some -mainly girls- would say he is the perfect man, the prince charming every woman dreams of; others, like the people he dealt with at work, would say he is a smart, charismatic man that radiates respect and power from every pore of his being.

If one were to ask a certain redheaded (or pinkheaded?) man, he would say Giotto Vongola is an idiot.

A good-hearted but insufferable idiot that will surely be the reason why he'll get white hair before old age.

"Giotto" said G from a dark corner of a nicely furnished room, stopping his blond haired boss dead in his tracks.

"Are you trying to skip paperwork? Again?"

Giotto gulped. Gripping the doorknob tighter, he turned around slowly towards his best friend, conjuring up the best smile he could offer in that moment.

"No". It sounded more like a question than an answer and G scowled darkly, making Giotto gulp for the second time in lesser than four minutes.

After a moment of silence, the redhead asked the question that he could never stop himself from asking: "Are you alright?".

The smile left Giotto's face for a couple of interminable seconds until a new, bright smile replaced the previous one.

"I'm fine G".

The man looked at his boss face and mentally grimaced.

It was a large and bright smile. "Too bright", he thought without being able to stop the worry from overtaking his mind.

This wasn't good.

Giotto was not fine.

He hadn't been fine for a far too long time for G liking.

Since that bastard of a melon-head had betrayed his boss, Giotto had never been the same. That light which animated his eyes in those days back then when everything was fine … that warmness … the love … it had dulled out leaving behind only a shadow of what once was there; a black curtain that obscured those once bright and trustful amber eyes.

And G wanted to see that light come back more than anything.

He tried, everyone tried.

Knuckle, Asari, Lampo, even Alaude! They all had made an effort to find something that could completely bring back their boss to his old self, but not one of them had succeeded.

It's not that Giotto wasn't the same person anymore. He was still the charming young man that years ago had captured them all with his smiles and gentleness, treating them like family.

He cared for them all and they knew.

But Daemon … Giotto had loved Daemon, and that fucking bastard had cheated on him with a girl.

A fricking woman.

He didn't even know her name, it was something like Ellen, Eleanor .. maybe Elena but he wasn't sure and he didn't care.

He just hated that nufufuing cretin.

"G".

Giotto voice brought him back from his dark thoughts and the redhead eyes focused again on the blond haired guy standing on the doorway.

Another smile was directed at him but this time it looked much more real. It was Giotto's I'm-sorry-that-I-always-make-you-worry smile and G had once again seen the hidden apologize in it, like he always did.

With a lighter heart, the redhead smiled too, showing he had received the message and that the blond was forgiven.

"See you tomorrow, G."

Before the tattooed man could do more than blink, Giotto was out of the office and the redhead suddenly remembered why he had stopped the man in the first place.

The paperwork.

A scream of rage boomed inside the walls of Vongola corp while his blond haired CEO escaped from the building running like his life depended on it, and maybe it did.

Because nothing was scarier than an angry G. Maybe only Reborn.

"Karma is a bitch." Thought Giotto running under the pouring rain that decided to fall down five minutes after he had left his workplace.

He had done a wrong to his best friend leaving him alone with a stack of unfinished paperwork and this storm seemed to be Karma's way to make him pay.

The fact that he forgot he had a car parked in his personal parking space under his own company was probably Karma work too.

Duh.

After passing another corner, he finally arrived on his street. He could see his house - the biggest one - getting closer and he already started dreaming about moment he could finally collapse on the sofa and sleep until G arrival that evening to scream at his face about the little stunt he put on today just to get away from a stack of papers.

Lost in his gloomy thoughts of tortures which G would have put him through, he did not notice the door of a van parked in front of one his neighbors house, open suddenly. The last thing he heard before hitting the ground was a worried male voice scream something in his direction and his own voice saying in his mind: "yes. Karma is definitely a bitch".

It hurt.

Everything hurt.

When Giotto started to get back his consciousness, he could feel every little muscle of his face hurt and he kind of wanted to scream like a mad man what a fucking bitch Karma was.

He sniffed and his nose started hurting more than before.

He did not deserve this.

Not for ditching a stack of paperwork.

"Ehy, you awake?"

He knew that voice.

It was the same one he heard after getting hit by … what was he even hit with?!

He blinked a couple of times, finding himself staring at a young boy face. The mysterious guy was probably around fifteen or sixteen years old not older, he had a fair complexion, round honey eyes and spiky brown hair that - weirdly enough - reminded him a bit of his.

"You .." he tried to ask him who he was but right after uttering the first word, a stinging pain crossed through his face keeping him from saying anything else.

Even if he didn't manage to finish his sentence, the boy seemed to have understood what he wanted to ask, so he spoke up while passing a cold wet cloth on his face.

"My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada, Tsuna for short".

"Tsuna?" thought Giotto taking a peek at the boy face again while the wet cloth reached his forehead. That wet piece of fabric felt great against his acing face.

"It's weirdly fitting".

They boy chuckled and Giotto realized he had said it out loud.

"You are not the first one that told me that"

A weird silence fell between the two and Giotto decided to break it by asking a question that had been going through his mind since he woke up.

"What is it that hit me?"

The boy stopped his movements taking off the cold cloth from his face and Giotto nearly wanted to pout at that but he know better than to do it.

Because he was a twenty-three years old man.

And twenty-three years old men did not pout.

"You really didn't notice?"

He looked up and was met with the sight of Tsuna biting his bottom lip trying his best not to burst out laughing.

"Cheeky brat" Thought Giotto scowling slightly.

He was twenty-three years old! That guy was a kid compared to him and he was laughing at his miserable state!

"Yeah, I didn't notice! And there is nothing funny about this kid!"

"Kid?" repeated Tsuna looking at him with wide eyes before glaring -no, that couldn't be called a glare, that was a pout- in his direction.

"I'm not a kid, I'm eighteen!" for some reason, Tsuna cheeks colored a bit while saying this but Giotto was pretty sure he wasn't lying. His intuition told him that much.

Despite that, he couldn't help but stare at his 'nurse' like he had grown another head.

Eighteen? That guy was eighteen?

The color on Tsuna cheeks darkened a bit more and Giotto couldn't understand if the kid- no- boy was flustered or angry.

"But, you look fifteen".

Tsuna huffed, making an expression that Giotto could only describe with one word: adorable.

A moment later, the blond man mentally slapped himself.

What in the hell was he thinking?!

"Are you okay?"

Tsuna voice forced him to concentrate on the young man again and he was surprised to see a worried expression on his new acquaintance face.

"Yeah, I'm better now".

It was the truth. His face didn't hurt much anymore.

"That's good".

Tsuna smiled. A real, full-blown smile and Giotto found himself blushing.

Later, once he got back home, he would deny with all of his might that he actually blushed because of a teenager, but in that moment he couldn't help but think that, that boy, was undeniably cute and that maybe, just maybe, Karma wasn't that much of a bitch after all.

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"You laugh and I can't breathe."*

*Six Word Story #30 by anbsention

Poor Giotto xD I've kind of abused him in this chapter (but don't worry primo you'll have better days in the next chapters)

Still not much of Tsuna, but we'll have his point of view in the next chapter and you'll get to know him a bit more =)

Thanks for reading. See you in the next chapter!