Disclaimer; I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! series. It belongs to Akira Amano-sensei.
Warning; This story contains Yaoi, so it means boy x boy, If you don't like it, then please don't read it, thank you~

Plantation Vongola. Inconceivably, huge construction that makes the city's residents look at it with admiration. Everyone knows the people living there, and also bestowed them with unusual respect and love. Those, who aroused with admiration, lived there and also they were the ones, that were the targets of dreamy sighs made by many girls.

One of them was a tall man with blond, velvet hair and sky blue eyes. They were the eyes that made everyone get lost in them by only looking. But lately, all the joy that was in them, disappeared and never came back.

Many have wondered what could happen, the rest of them just waved their hands saying that it's temporary. But in Giotto's mind was something different. Something was missing… something was off.

He sighed heavily while sitting at his desk and doing some paperwork. Even though he was 20 years old, he had to take care of the company inherited from his father, who died six years ago. Since then he works really hard, even so the company is on the verge of bankruptcy. He streatched lazily, then he got up and went to the kitchen's direction. After an all-nighter of work he wanted to drink a cup of coffee at least.

Meanwhile he passed through the living room, where his red-haired friend was simply watching TV. Giotto sighed, smiling, 'It's good that he doesn't know about this all-nighter', he thought, 'If he did, there would be too many complaints from him…'
Even if he thought like this, he was glad that he has such a caring friend.

"Good morning, G", he greeted him warmly.

"Oh, morning"

"Want some coffee? I'm going to make some"

"Sure, thanks", G smiled, Giotto returned the smile and went to the kitchen.

Giotto didn't wanted to show how tired he was. Though he really wants to go to his soft and comfortable bed. Impossible…

He turned on the kettle with water, then he opened the cabinet to take out the coffee. Oh God… he really felt horrible. He felt dizzy and his legs felt weak. Wonderful…

And then someone knocked on the big oak doors. Giotto sighed again. 'It's probably some girl again…', he poured hot boiling water to the cup with coffee.

"I'll get it", he said to the rest, wherever they were, then he went to the direction where door was, while holding a cup of coffee in his hand. After some time he opened the door to see…

"Reborn?", there was a man in a suit with black hair and a fedora on his head. Well, he didn't expected this, "What brings you here?"

"I have some news", he answered while pointing at the brown-haired boy standing next to him with his head down, "Can I come in?"

Giotto was looking at the boy for a while, that probably had maybe fifteen years? But then he came back from his thought and looked at Reborn.

"Yeah, sure, come in."

Giotto was wondering what brought Reborn here. It really was a miracle for him to actually come here. Something must've happened. Lost in his own thought, he lead the guests to the living room.

"So, what's going on?", he asked after he proposed to the guests a place on the leather sofa. Meanwhile he wondered where G went…

Reborn glanced at him with a serious look. Giotto was getting ready for the words that will come from the man's lips. He gulped.

"I am here to say something really important to you", he began. All of Giotto's muscles became tense, "Your uncle, Iemitsu, is dead."

The man's words made Giotto immobile, the cup that he was holding in his hand dropped on the floor with a crack. After a while he looked at Reborn, searching for any signs that would say it's just a joke. But there wasn't anything like that. He squeezed his lips tightly, which turned white.

"How…How did this happen?", he asked finally with his voice shaking. His uncle was dead, the man that was always so optimistic. The man, that was always so warm to him. He was like a father to Giotto, the one he had lost six years ago. He still tried to hold back the tears.

"He was shot to death, yesterday evening, with his wife, Nana." Ahh, so she got dragged into this shit too. Well… it was obvious… when looking at all Iemitsu's contacts. Giotto smiled weakly, even if his face muscles refused to obey.

"Thank you, Reborn, for this news."

The man nodded. Giotto looked at the boy sitting next to the man in the black fedora, and then he looked at Reborn again with confusion written in his eyes.

"That's the second thing that I have to tell you about", Giotto's expression became serious, but he didn't interrupted him, "It's Sawada Tsunayoshi, the son of Iemitsu and Nana. Only he survived."

The son of Iemitsu and Nana? So why didn't he know a thing about it?

"You're probably wondering now why you didn't know about it", Giotto's eyes went wide, he was surprised, "You know what contacts Iemitsu had, right?", he nodded, "So, he didn't tell anyone about his son for his own safety. I mean, he didn't wanted those people to know about him."

'This makes sense', Giotto thought, while looking at the boy, who was still looking at the floor, "How old is he?"

"Fourteen."

So he was mistaken by a year. It must be hard for him… he lost his parents this young. 'He's the same as me'

"I see", he answered

"So, I want you to take care of him, as his only family member, that we have contacts with."

Giotto turned to Reborn immediately. Did he hear what he think he did?

"To take care of him? Reborn, you know how much work I have, I don't have time for-"

"Giotto, he has only you", the blonde didn't say anything anymore. He just didn't have any more arguments. He glanced at the boy again. There was sadness in Giotto's eyes. In his mind he summoned the day, when his father died.

"Does he have some belongings?", he asked finally. He knew, how hard it is for Tsunayoshi, he had the same fate as him.

"I want to go to his old place tomorrow and take all his belongings", Giotto nodded, still looking at Tsuna, "I'll bring it here tomorrow evening."

"I see. Thanks."

"I should say thanks… and Tsuna", he pated the brown-haired boy with his head. Giotto's face expression didn't changed. He was lost in his own thoughts again, "So… it's time for me to go."

"What? W-wait! You'll leave me alone?"

"Is it not obvious?"

"I thought that you'll help me!", Reborn shrugged, "Reborn!"

"So…", he lowered his fedora and hid his eyes, "I'm going", before Giotto could say anything, he was gone. He sighed heavily. What he was supposed to do now? He just doesn't know how to deal with teens. He glanced once again at the boy, who hadn't moved even an inch.
Giotto got up from the armchair, shaking off an invisible dust and got closer to Tsuna kneeling before him.

"Tsunayoshi?", silence, "Tsuna?", the boy looked up at him, showing his huge, caramel eyes. Giotto honestly didn't thought that eyes can be this beautiful. If only there wasn't this shadow of sadness on them…. Inconceivably sadness, which Giotto just couldn't stand. He looked just like him that day. He could see, that he didn't wanted to cry, that he didn't wanted to show his tears, but he'd surely feel better if he did it, "Tsuna, I know it's hard for you, and if you let those tears to come out, you'd feel way better", Tsuna was still looking at him, with a look with no expression.

"How can you know?", he answered with cold voice. Well, at least he could hear it.

"How can I know? You see, Tsuna, we've met the same fate… I lost my parents too, my father died when I was fourteen… I didn't had the chance to meet my mother, she died after my birth… No I don't have anyone, who could love me as much as they did…", his voice was shaking, the tears were running down his cheeks, "So I know, how much you suffer, Tsuna, your father, Iemitsu, was a really good person… he showed to me, that it's not the end, and now he's gone, too… I know it's hard… I can understand you well…" Giotto tried to swallow as many tears, as he could, but it wasn't that easy. He gave up already, there were even more tears than before. Tsuna's eyes went wide, then tears began to appear in them. Giotto looked at Tsuna, with weak smile on his face, still crying. He leaned to the boy and hugged him.

Tsuna wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, he was just immobile and paralyzed. But then he hugged Giotto back and he simply began to cry. He cried as loud, as he could, like he wanted to scream out his pain and sadness, all the emotions he tried to hide. He didn't know how much time did it take, but he didn't care about it, because… for some reason… he felt good in Giotto's arms.

Giotto put a cup with hot chocolate on the table before Tsuna. The boy looked at it, confused.

"It's hot chocolate with marshmallows", he said, smiling warmly, "It helps when you're sad", Tsuna nodded and took the chocolate in his hands saying quietly, "Thank you…"