I wanted to publish this story a long time ago, but I just couldn't start a new fanfiction with another two still being written. Then I was supposed to wait until one of them was finished but I had the briliant and amazing idea to post on Christmas Eve! Anyways, enjoy the reading!

Full Summary: Giotto was confused. Supposedly, it had to be a normal day signing the endless paperwork while some of his guardians were on missions. It had to be, but while he was signing the paperwork, Giotto received devastating news. A strange and badly injured boy was found and Giotto has no much to do unless interrogate the boy. After some failed attempts and have already given up, the same boy claims he was thrown into the past and needs to find a way to go back to his own time.

Rated: T

Genre: Action/Adventure/Family and of course, some humour too, because KHR without humour isn't KHR.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn but if did, I would write a whole arc only with the first generation of Vongola.

Important: "Speaking in Japanese."

"Speaking in Italian."

Thoughts

Chapter One: The Stranger Who Appeared Out of Nowhere

A young man who was sitting in an elegant chair shrank himself as a cold breeze passed by him through the open window. He didn't care about it nor he complains angrily, but that breeze gave him a very bad feeling and he didn't like it. The man looked carefully at the starry sky before closing the window and sitting again in his chair, sighing as he stared at the big amount of paperwork waiting to be signed. He wasn't anticipating that much paperwork; it was surely unexpected.

Actually, his life was full of unexpected things. From the very start, the man named Giotto knew that it would be hard to form a vigilant group to protect people, and yet, he made one. He was surprised when that supposedly little vigilant group turned into a mafia famiglia and he wasn't an ordinary person anymore; he's now a mafia boss—and being a mafia boss was in Giotto's long list of 'unexpected things that happened in my life'.

Honestly speaking, Giotto was like a magnet for trouble.

The young blond continued to carefully read the papers and signed them as fast as he could. He could hear the voices of the butlers and maids from downstairs; probably rushed to prepare the dinner in time and at the same time, avoiding the problems his guardians were surely causing. Just thinking about it made him sigh tiredly; mostly because he could imagine how tough must it be to be a butler or a maid in the Vongola's mansion as Giotto himself was always having headaches because of his troublesome guardians even though he was the boss.

Giotto heard footsteps approaching his office room which made him look up, silently thankful for the interruption that gave him a short break at his paperwork.

"Come in," he called out politely as he heard a soft knock on the door. "The door is unlocked."

The dark wooden door opened and a man in his twenties just like Giotto entered. The man with red –almost pink- hair in an uncommon octopus form and a red tattoo with a peculiar form of flames coming from his right eye to who-knows-where it would end bowed as he headed towards Giotto's office desk.

"G," Giotto said softly, switching from his boss mode to his friendly mode. The said man gave a nod in acknowledgement.

"To what I have the pleasure of your honourable visit, dear friend of mine?" He mocked.

Actually, he was pretty tired to just talk in a normal way with his best friend who was, as well, his trustful right-hand man.

G rolled his eyes as he sat on an empty chair.

"You know very well why I am here, Primo." He mocked as well and Giotto almost let out a small laugh but saw that G was serious.

The Vongola Primo coughed, trying to mask the laugh that he almost spilled out.

"Excuse me," he muttered, covering his mouth with his right hand. After a few seconds he switched back to his boss mode.

"So, what is it this time?" The tone of his voice was deadly serious and he frowned. Recently, his guardians were causing him a lot of problems. "Do not tell me that Alaude and Daemon fought each other again and I have more rooms to repair?"

He sighed at the thought. More paperwork to sign, he wearily complained to himself.

"No," G said shaking his head in denial and Giotto looked at him. Then, why was he so serious?

"You haven't forgotten, have you?" his best friend asked in an exasperated tone which made Giotto raise a brow. "It's about the freaking mafia party for crying out loud!"

Giotto gave out an 'oh' and nodded. To tell you the truth, he almost forgot it.

"Then, what should we do? It would be in six days from today and we haven't done any preparations to attend it," his right-hand man said with concern in his eyes. G was obviously worried about this mafia party; it was their 30th time coming to those parties and he doubt it would be the last one they would need to go to.

Giotto stayed in silence, deep in thoughts as he thought about the possibilities of not coming to the party and all the consequences it might bring.

"The previous parties were a disaster and I bet this one will be a disaster as well," G voiced out Giotto's thoughts who wasn't surprised at all since they were long-time friends. "But you know all the consequences of not going to the party, and other families will spread false rumours."

Giotto let out an exhausted sigh, scratching his temples.

"I know, but I really don't want to go to it this year. I'm having this terrible feeling that something bad will happen if we go." He confessed and put his head down while sliding his arms on the desk to support his head.

G was about to say something when a loud 'BOOM!' was heard which was followed by screams downstairs. G was immediately alert, taking his gun out.

Giotto looked up and closed his eyes in tiredness. He knew that the peace in the mansion wouldn't last so long.

"Oh... Not again!" He chocked down his attempt of yelling, and left the office room with G following suit.

'Oh no! More paperwork to do!' Giotto thought, frustrated.

The two men walked down the stairs in hurry, seeing some butlers and maids running to find safe places while the first Cloud Guardian and the first Mist Guardian were fighting. That really pissed Giotto off, making a vein pop out on his forehead before he went into his Hyper Dying Will Mode.

Lampo, Asari, and Knuckle who were watching the scene shivered as they saw a large flame of the sky attribute appear on Giotto's forehead. The youngest Guardian, Lampo, gulped in fear because he knew how scary Giotto was when he was angry—and believe me; no one wants to meet Giotto when he is angry.

"Stop this foolishness at this instant, you two!" As much as he wanted to yell at them furiously, he needed to stay calm and act properly as a boss or the two wouldn't respect him. (Not like they respected him after all…)

Both Alaude and Daemon, who were unaware of his frightening presence until moments ago, stopped fighting and turned to face Giotto. Daemon made his trident disappear in mist while Alaude lowered and hid his pair of handcuffs, crossing his arms as he looked at Primo with his blue eyes narrowed. He obviously wasn't afraid of his boss but, unfortunately, he had to respect that man for the sake of the justice. The same thing doesn't apply though to a certain person with mel- erm, different hair.

"Nufufufu…Primo, you should rest instead of getting worked up about such a trivial fight right here."Oops. He had just put salt in the fresh wound. "Why don't you let me deal with that bloodthirsty, cold-eyed, justice-obsessed freak right there, huh?"

Giotto narrowed his eyes, releasing his deadly aura and a lot of killing intent that he only releases when he's pretty angry. Lampo, at this rate, was already hiding himself behind some of the guardians.

"May I ask what in the six hells are you two doing in my living room?" Giotto demanded in a calm tone, alerting his guardians that some terrible danger was approaching at them.

"And may I ask why is it that my other guardians are not stopping their fight and were instead watching and shouting about how their fight was extremely interesting indeed, Knuckle?" He added, not looking at his guardians that were grinning nervously. The person mentioned, Knuckle, let out a nervous laugh and scratched his cheek apologetically.

Giotto hated acting like a scary boss but he had no option other than held a mask of superiority and irritation. Still, he's really irritated by their antics.

Alaude was ready to get out of the room but Giotto had expected something it from his Cloud Guardian. With his sky flames, he managed to move in front of the blond man very quickly.

"You are going nowhere, Alaude," Giotto alerted in a cold tone, which equally matched the cold glare the blond man sent him. "Now that we have reached an agreement, I shall speak about your punishment." He smirked slightly.

"P-Punishment?" G stammered in disbelief. Isn't Primo going too far?

A man with black hair who wore traditional Japanese clothing stepped forward and gave a small chuckle, hoping that it could dispel the menacing auras from the room.

"Now, now," said the normally cheerful Asari, speaking for the first time. He was the Rain Guardian, so for sure; he could turn the things out of that situation. Hopefully. "Giotto, I think Alaude and Daemon had already learned the lesson, no?"

He suggested calmly, sending an innocent glare at the two men who didn't say anything but mentally rolled their eyes. That man, Asari, was too carefree for his own good.

Giotto calmed down and let out a sigh before he got out of his Hyper Dying Will Mode. Even after he returned to 'normal', Giotto held a serious look as he gazed at the two top troublemakers.

"I would appreciate if you two, no, you all don't cause any more problems to me," he announced in a calm tone that even Lampo could understand. "As you all know, many mafia families are recently having disagreements, for the lack of words, between them and the Vongola isn't out of it. A war may break out at any moment now and we have to stay focused, not make more confusion between us!"

Giotto cleared his throat and crossed his arms, alerting his guardians that the next subject of his speech was more serious. What could probably more serious than that?

"And we have another problem."

G, hearing the silent plea for help that his friend wanted, took the opportunity and stepped forward, getting closer to Giotto who nodded for him speak.

"I shall speak from now."

G explained the whole situation they were currently in and some of the guardians frowned. That's when most of them realize just how hard their situation is.

Knuckle, who was just like the others in his twenties, was a priest with white bandage over his nose and hands. He had dirty honey-coloured eyes and dark brown hair and was holding a serious look while sometimes nodding as G continued talking.

Ugetsu Asari, who have black hair and dark eyes and was always with a harmless and friendly personality, was now wearing a frown as if he was thinking about the solutions to big world problems (e.g. Worldwide Poverty) which wasn't normal since he was almost never seen not smiling.

Lampo, the youngest man with light-green wavy hair and a small black lightning bolt under his right eye, had his eyes closed as he kept yawning every second while G was speaking.

Daemon Spade, who wore a French-like military uniform and has short blue pineapple-melon-ish hairstyle and blue eyes, held a smirk on his face.

Alaude, who has light blond hair and ice blue eyes and was wearing a dark gray trench coat, narrowed his eyes and emitted a dangerous aura because his fight was interrupted just because of a mere problem about a stupid mafia party.

"It sounds like a big problem," Asari concluded after G finished talking.

"Of course it's a big problem!" G roared, annoyed by Asari's usual carefree self. He turned to look at Giotto instead who was still quietly leaning on wall. "What should we do, Primo?"

"I would like to hear your suggestions first," Giotto announced calmly and they all started to chatter. After some minutes of fighting, discussing, shouting, and everything you can imagine, the whole room went silent as the guardians stared at Giotto as they waiting for a verdict.

"Lampo, what do you think?" he asked, turning to stare at the young man who opened his eyes and gave another yawn. "You still didn't speak on what you think about it."

"The great Lampo doesn't want to fight, that's all." Lampo complained in a bored tone, closing his eyes again. Knuckle chuckled at this.

"He's right. We should avoid fighting at any cost," Knuckle commented calmly. "If we have any option to avoid creating more troubles with the other families, then we should do it." Giotto nodded and looked at Alaude.

"Alaude?"

"There is no need to cause any problems if there are no enemies worth to be arrested."

Giotto smiled slightly. He was expecting that kind of answer from Alaude. Well, who wouldn't be?

"Nufufufu… I think we should just defe—"

"Alright, everyone already gave me their suggestions! It's settled then, we should hurry and make the preparations," he said, purposely ignoring Daemon who was very pissed off. "We only have six days until the party and we don't have even a second to waste." After that, the conversation was finished.

"Hn." Alaude was the first to go out of the room.

After that day, Giotto and his guardians were very busy with the arrangements to the party that would be held in Palermo; a city in the opposite side of Sicily which was the place where they were currently living.

Giotto stretched his arms before he sat on his personal chair at the office room and let out a sigh. He rubbed his temples while murmuring about how tiring his work was.

Two days had passed since he and his guardians started preparing for that mafia party, but they couldn't just go to the party carelessly because it's one of those times where rival families could freely attack the mansion since they're out. The Vongola Boss looked at some documents lying on his desk and let out another sigh. It's almost time for Alaude, Knuckle, Daemon, and Lampo to come back from their little missions; he just couldn't help but pray for their safeties.

There were a lot of things going through his head at the moment, and signing the never-ending paperwork wasn't even included on those things. He looked around, and after making sure that there wasn't any hidden presence in the room since G sometimes hide when he wants to catch him off guard, Giotto leaned on the chair and closed his eyes.

He gave a smile as he feels the tranquillity of not signing those damn boring papers (who needs them anyways?) and made an extremely happy face. The young boss was obviously enjoying every second of his little relaxation and he didn't notice the footsteps coming towards his office room until the door was heavily opened with a slight moan.

Giotto immediately stood up rigidly from his chair and cleared his throat, making a boss' face. He coughed to mask his irresponsibility of moments ago.

Giotto immediately stood up rigidly from his resting pose and cleared his throat, making a boss' neutral face. He coughed to mask his irresponsibility just a few moments ago.

"Cough… Excuse me, cough." Giotto coughed once again. The person who entered doesn't seem to realize, or maybe he did but doesn't care, that he was faking responsibility.

"Giotto!" G roared as he closed the door, walking with some urgency the way towards his friend. "We've got problems!" The red haired man announced and at the same instant Giotto frowned. More problems? "I don't quite understand since the subordinate who gave me this notification was in a hurry, but it seems that Lampo was surrounded by some men of an enemy family and he was saved by a mysterious man who defeated all the men."

Giotto instantly got serious, forgetting everything about the relaxation he was thinking a moment ago. If it wasn't enough that Lampo was surrounded by an enemy family, a mysterious man also saved him. That definitely wasn't his day. He stood up from his chair and gestured G to follow him, who would follow him with or without orders.

"How is Lampo?" the blond man asked as they went out of the mansion and entered a carriage. They quickly departed and G loosened the knot of his tie nervously. "G?"

G let out a long sigh before shaking his head.

"He's fine, but…" He paused dramatically, looking at his friend who was looking at him with an anxious look. "The man who saved Lampo… Is dying."

Giotto dropped his jaw and frowned. He was concerned about this stranger's wellbeing, mostly because this certain strange had saved his Lightning Guardian's life. But now, this stranger was dying. How would he be able to thank a person who was dying? There should have something he could do about.

"Giotto… I know that look of yours." G frowned.

"Knuckle!" Giotto shouted suddenly, which made G jump in surprise and almost shout. "Knuckle can save the man!"

G nodded in understanding but something seemed off to Giotto.

"What is it?" he asked anxiously.

"For all I understood, Knuckle was heading towards to where Lampo was to give him and the man medical treatments, but for what my subordinate said, the man's injuries were pretty bad. Maybe the man cannot be healed."

"G, don't talk about ominous things," Primo's words were filled with worry; a lump was forming in his throat. For strange reasons, he was concerned about the man's wellbeing, not just because he had saved Lampo, but for another reason Giotto didn't know. Maybe it was his intuition, but he couldn't just let the man die. It was all he knew.

Giotto and G stepped out from the carriage and quickly ran to where Lampo and maybe the others were. When they arrived there, they couldn't help but let their eyes widen in fear. Giotto paled and ran towards Lampo who was sat on the ground next to a badly wounded person.

"Lampo!"He reached Lampo's side and knelt on the ground. "Are you alright?"

"G-Giotto!" Lampo sniffed as he looked at his boss with widened eye, and then lowered his eyes in shame. "I-I am fine, b-but this boy…"

Boy? Didn't G said that it was a man?

Giotto looked at the said boy and covered his mouth as he saw that. The brunet lad was sickly pale with his whole abdomen was bleeding, and he could see a lot of pretty bad injuries in his legs and neck. "H-He is…"

Giotto looked up and with a frown, he pleadingly asked, "How is he, Knuckle? He won't die, right?"

Knuckle, who was still healing the boy's injuries, let out a sigh and shook his head.

"I don't know," he answered honestly, increasing his flames from the ring. "I had already healed most of the worst injuries, but the recovery will depend solely on him."

Just as he said that, the boy groaned and opened his eyes a little. He looked at the men and he didn't show any emotion as he carefully inspected each face.

"Look! He woke up-!" Knuckle said incredulously.

The lad looked at the last person and his eyes widened in slight surprise. Unbelief and utter shock was obvious in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, such was the surprise he was with.

Giotto smiled at the boy before calmly saying, "It is a good you are awake, young man." He moved closer to him. "Do you mind saying who you are? And you don't have to worry, we will not hurt you."

The brunet continued to face the familiar blond-haired figure that looked at him worriedly. Before the boy could answer the Primo's question, his senses started to fade and his vision went dark. He gave a slight gasp and fainted, but he managed to hear Giotto shout.

"Oi! Lad!" Giotto hold the boy's left arm, hoping to wake the young man. Everyone present widened their eyes at the scene. Was the boy really dying? Of course not, Knuckle healed him!

"Such warm hands," the boy thought, feeling very comfortable with the man's touch and presence.

And then, everything went black as the boy became unconscious.

Giotto started to pace back and forth, making the other three men in the room anxious and somehow angry. Their boss was obviously nervous, and the sole reason was a certain stranger they found and the lad who helped one of their friends. The brown-haired boy was lying on the bed with bandages covering his naked abdomen down to his waist. His legs were covered.

The school's dark trousers he wore were replaced by a light-coloured cotton pants. While he slept peacefully, a group of men watched the stranger as they continued arguing.

"Then, no one found out who the kid is?" asked G with a certain impatience.

"No," Giotto answered. He told them that he asked for Alaude's help, but the blond man found nothing. Nothing. The great Alaude, who headed a top-notch secret intelligence agency, found nothing. That was almost impossible—but impressive. "All we know is that he apparently appeared out of nowhere because no one in town knows him nor saw him arrived. And then, he helped Lampo defeat some men of an enemy family and we found him almost dying."

"What if he is an enemy?" G pointed out, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the boy.

"Why would the boy help Lampo if he was an enemy at the first place?" Knuckle frowned. He couldn't say for sure if the boy was an enemy or not, but he somehow reminded him of someone closer to him; he's just not sure... who. "But it would be better to keep him under surveillance.

"Still, I'm impressive for his high resistance. Based on what Lampo said to me, this boy already had some pretty bad injures; and even when he received more, he didn't fall. I wonder, how's that possible? Most of the normal people could already be dead from a single blow. Perhaps, he must be used to bad treatments from his parents."

"Haha, I agree." Asari chuckled.

"Oi! Can't you be more serious about this?" G yelled.

Giotto sighed as seeing his guardians acting so lightly when he was almost having a heart attack. The boy was asleep for a whole day and when he thought about it, it made him more nervous. Maybe he should drink a good cup of coffee…

The Vongola boss was almost standing up from his chair when the brunette who was still sleeping moments ago woke up as G yelled, and looked with a confused expression at the direction where yell came from. It took a while until his eyes get used to the brightness of the place, and when it saw the four men facing him, his eyes widened as if they would jump from its sockets and the boy quickly rose with a pale face, completely ignoring the throbbing pain in his head and body. He crouched in the corner of the bed, hugging his legs, praying for that to be a very strange nightmare.

The four men stared at him with some curiosity, but it was the dark-haired man with a tall black hat and clearly oriental Japanese features who spoke first.

"G, look what you have done," said Asari as he shook his head in disapproval. "You woke the poor boy up, and now he is scared." He pointed to Tsuna that looked at them as if they were ghosts. What, in truth, they really had to be.

"Wha-? What nonsense are you talking about?" G shouted.

The boy gulped, blinking some times.

Dream! Dream! DREAM! This must to be dream!

"Hey, kid," said Knuckle gently and it caught the boy's attention. "Do not move too much, I've healed most of your wounds but they're still very serious." Except from his neutral tone, Knuckle was clearly worried. And then he added to the other two men, "And G, don't yell at Ugetsu."

The red-haired man squinted with a look that could almost kill at the man who had spoken.

"Knuckle, don't—" But before G could complete what he was saying, Giotto, who was until just watching them calmly, lifted up his hand for silence.

"Everyone, you are scaring him."

After that comment, everyone stopped talking and looked at the boy.

The brunette shivered as he saw all that men look at him. He was certainly freaking out.

'A-Am I dreaming or what? They said G, Ugetsu, and Knuckle, didn't they?' the boy thought, looking petrified at the men in front of him. 'Just what the hell is happening here? W-Why am I seeing Vongola's Primo guardians and he himself in person? And hold on a second… are they speaking Italian?'

"Fear not," said Giotto in a calm voice. He was already in his Hyper Dying Will Mode; the sky flame was on his forehead, just in case if the boy really was an enemy, although he really doubted it. "We would not hurt you."

"Be careful, Primo," warned G in a concerned tone. "This kid can suddenly attack you." And after that said, he took his gun out.

Knuckle shook his head, asking G to put his gun down, "He's too hurt to try something, G."

Meanwhile, the boy was still freaking out.

'I-If this is not a dream,' the boy thought, 'So that means I died? B-But they are speaking in perfect Italian… When someone dies they hear people speaking Italian? This can't be happening! I can't just die yet!'

"What is your name?" Giotto gently asked, not daring to get close to the frightened boy with brown hair. For a strange sensation he felt a strange attachment to the lad, probably because they had some physical similarities, or maybe because his trusty Hyper Intuition was telling him that the boy posed no danger, or just because that boy had defeated the men who dared to surround his Lightning Guardian.

He noticed the confuse look the boy was giving him and added, "Do you speak Italian?" Seeing as the boy seemed confused by something, it could only mean that there is a language barrier between them.

The three guardians looked at Giotto as if he was some sort of genius. Of course! The boy had some oriental features just like Asari, and then probably he hadn't understood what they were talking about. It has to be that, or what could explain the sudden surprise when the boy woke up and looked at them?

It took a while before the boy answer, he still thought it was a dream or that he was dead, but something inside him said that whole situation was real. Very real. And his intuition could almost never be wrong. Ever.

"S-Si. I speak Italian," he answered with a still somewhat uncertainty if he had said the words correctly. His demonic tutor has been teaching him Italian for the last months so he was able to understand people speaking Italian and speak, at least, naturally in Italian. Well, he somehow managed to learn, and it's all thanks to his sadistic tutor methods.

Giotto smiled and repeated the first question, "So, what is your name, young man?"

"S-Sawada Tsunayoshi." He responded sheepishly. Inside him, he was freaking out due to the current impossible facts. First of them all, how could he be talking right now with his ancestor, the Vongola Primo, who should have been dead for at least about a hundred and twenty years?

"Sawada? Another Japanese?" G asked sullenly, looking from the corner of eye at Asari, the Rain Guardian.

"Haha, what a coincidence!" Asari laughed cheerfully. Asari, feeling closer to Tsuna because of their nationality, decided to approach him, and gave a smile. "Tsunayoshi-kun, then?"

"Hai." Tsuna felt calmer by the presence of the first Rain Guardian. He reminded Yamamoto so much that it was almost inevitable not feeling comfortable by his very presence.

"Ah! It's so nostalgic to hear someone speaking in Japanese as well, haha!" He laughed again. He was just too much like Yamamoto!

"Tch!" G muttered turning his head to other side, frowning.

"Oh, so we have here another Japanese, that is EXTREME!" the Sun Guardian, Knuckle, shouted, making Tsuna remember about Ryohei-nii-san.

Giotto cleared his throat, making everyone in the room look at him.

"So, who are you?" Giotto spoke in fluent Japanese, mentally thanking Ugetsu for teaching him how to speak Japanese. He crossed his arms, showing a calm expression despite his bossy yet unemotional voice.

Tsuna looked down at the bed. He simply couldn't say that he was the to-be-soon Vongola Decimo in his own time period, could he? How could he say that he came from the future for like, who knows how many hundred years back?

"Oi, kid!" G shouted in fluent Japanese too. He was getting annoyed with the boy's actions. "Say something when people ask you something!"

Tsuna shivered. The first Storm Guardian was certainly scarier than Gokudera.

Giotto saw the boy's reaction and sighed.

"G, Ugetsu, Knuckle," he muttered drawing their attentions, turning to look at his guardians, who raised their eyebrows. "You are excused now. I feel that he will feel more comfortable if this room isn't full of people looking at him."

Wrong! Tsuna thought, feeling extremely unlucky. How can I feel more comfortable staying alone in a room with Vongola Primo questioning me, for God's sake!

"B-But, Primo!" G was clearly concerned about his boss' safety. He was just like Gokudera when it came about Tsuna's wellbeing. "It can be dangerous leave you alone with him!"

Then, Asari landed a hand on G's shoulder and nodded, giving him a smile.

"When Giotto decide that there is no danger, we can only trust him." His voice tone was calm and trustful.

"Primo, if something happens, please—" G was saying but Giotto interrupted him.

"G." He warned calmly. G frowned as he looked carefully at his boss and understood; he trusts his best friend after all. He silently apologized. "Nothing will happen."

"Understood." And in an instant, the three guardians left the room and closed the door behind them.

Giotto took a while before he turned to face Tsuna. The boy was still looking at the bed, too afraid to face those orange eyes and realize that Vongola Primo was looking through him.

"Tsunayoshi, wasn't it?" Giotto asked gently but Tsuna didn't dare look at him and just nodded. "Could you tell me why you are at such place when you saved one of my friends?"

Tsuna didn't answer. Neither had he known why he was at that place anyway. Giotto sighed at his response.

"Then tell me, did you know that some of my friends were there?"

Tsuna quickly shook his head in denial. Vongola Primo took this as a sign that the boy was lost and happened to appear there.

"I assume that you are a native Japanese. Please, correct me if I am wrong."

The young Vongola shook his head again, this time, agreeing.

"What are you doing here in Italy?"

The brunette looked up in surprise.

"I-Italy?" He exclaimed with wide eyes, for the first time looking at the blond man, but he immediately look down, embarrassed.

Of course, he had some suspicious, but hearing that he was really in Italy was by far the most shocking thing he had heard ever since he had arrived there.

"Yes. We are in Italy." Giotto respondeda bit surprised. "How did you get here, anyways?"

Tsuna swallowed heavily.

"I don't know," And it wasn't a lie, not at all.

Giotto's eyes narrowed a little, trying to discern a lie, but to his surprise, the boy seemed to be telling him the truth.

"How old are you?"

"S-Sixteen." Tsuna answered uncomfortably.

Too young, Giotto thought with a bit of surprise, although he thought the boy was a year or two younger. And yet, he was badly injured like that- near death even.

"By any chance do you know who I am?"

If I lie, he will know, Tsuna thought. He was mentally running in circles as he thought about a solution to get out of that problem. But if I tell him the truth, he'll think I'm a mad person. Then…

"I-I can guess." He preferred to not tell the truth, he was just omitting it.

"Tsunayoshi," Giotto spoke in a voice that clearly said he was getting closer to the point he wanted to get. Tsuna gulped, feeling he should prepare himself for the worst.

"Why were you injured like that? All we knew is that, when Lampo and you met, you already were with such injuries. Your fights with those men only worsen them," He said seriously, making Tsuna feel a shiver down his spine. "And why do you have an artefact inside one of the pockets of your clothes with Vongola Famiglia written on it?"

Damn it! He found it! Tsuna thought as he started to panic. He was in deep trouble, and it was really hard to get out with it.

You damn woman! A cliffy? No. I was planning to end here but I can't stop writing, my mind is really working hard...Sorry, continuing the story...

"Why do you have an artefact inside one of the pockets of your clothes with Vongola Famiglia written on it?"

Tsuna looked at Giotto with widened his eyes, and the blond man maintained a passive expression as he stared back at the boy. Tsuna was desperate, how could he get out of such problem? He was pretty sure he had hid very well.

"I-I cannot tell you." He swallowed heavily; hoping that Giotto doesn't kill him or something. But he preferred to rely on what Reborn once said him, that the Vongola Primo was regarded as the sky itself, because he was open to all opinions and was extremely gentle. Maybe Primo wasn't about to kill him.

Rather than doing any violent act, Giotto sighed once again.

"Why?"

Tsuna avoided his gaze again and looked at the bed.

"It is not that I don't trust you," he muttered, but Giotto could clearly hear him. It took some minutes before he spoke again. He was choosing the right words. "You wouldn't believe me if I tell you anyways."

Okay, this is getting worrisome. Giotto thought. This kid has a clear reason for not wanting to answer my question. Am I forcing him too much?

"You could laugh at me," Tsuna continued, not noticing Giotto's worried gaze at him, he was just deep in thoughts. "Or mislabel me as a mad person."

This caught Giotto off guard which only makes him act without composure.

"Of course not!" He almost shouted, scaring Tsuna with his reaction. "Oh, sorry."

Sorry? Giotto said incredulously to himself in troughs. Am I apologizing just like that, in the middle of an interrogation? This kid really has something uncommon…

Meanwhile, Tsuna was arguing desperately to himself.

W-Why Vongola Primo is apologizing to me?

Giotto coughed and repeated what he had said but in a calmer tone.

"Of course not, Tsunayoshi."

"But…" Tsuna was afraid, which was very clear to Primo. The boy frowns as he thinks about the consequences. It could change the future. He could cease to exist. That was too much to his little brain.

Giotto stood up and said slowly, "Try."

Tsuna looked at him with surprise. He never imagined see his ancestor acting like that. "Test me. I am quite an open minded person."

Giotto couldn't help but take a step back. It was true the Vongola Primo didn't think that the boy in front of him was a suspicious person, but he has to act as a mafia boss and be careful about the boy's true intentions. He needed to know the whole truth. Why was that boy injured very badly? That question never left his mind for even a second.

Tsuna looked down again. He could hear the man's breath and the birds singing outside. He stayed like a statue for at least the next five minutes, and Giotto had nothing to say but wait for the boy's answer. He won't try to force the boy to tell him everything; he was curious, of course, and he needed to know about Tsuna's identity, but he wouldn't force him unless absolute necessary.

What was he supposed to do? Leave the boy alone and let him get out of his life without knowing anything about him, even after he had saved Lampo? Of course he could to that, but Giotto had a bad feeling and his hyper intuition saying him that he shouldn't ignore the boy.

So many things were going through his mind at that moment that he didn't noticed Tsuna looking curiously at him. That boy reminded him of himself when he was still a naive little kid. G said he had such a curious look every place he looked at and that same look could be seen in Tsuna's eyes. Suddenly, Giotto felt a feeling of emptiness and he immediately understood.

It was too early.

He didn't want to know the truth, at least not yet.

"I want to know the whole truth," Primo said solemnly, looking at those big brown eyes with his very own orange eyes, caused because of his HDWM. "Who exactly are you? Despite your innocent appearance, I can see you are not any kind of person."

I-Innocent appearance? Was that some kind of compliment?

"Or at least it was everything I wanted to know," Giotto completed and gave a warm smile. "If you don't want to tell me truth, I won't force you to. You can tell me anytime you want."

Tsuna blinked confused. The Vongola Primo just had said him he didn't want to know the truth, unless he says it with no pressure?

He blinked once again.

"S-So, you're saying me that I can tell you but at the same time it's only my choice to tell you or not?" Tsuna stammered, spilling out his surprise and disbelief.

Giotto sighed. "Yes, you can understand by that way. I cannot demand you to do something you don't want to, but someday, as you'll have to live here for some days or weeks because of your injures, you will have to tell me. I fear, though, that somehow someone will argue to me because of it." After that, Tsuna could see Giotto winced as if thinking about unpleasant things.

"Are you alright?"

Giotto gave a small smile and assured him with a nod. "Yes, thank you."

He winced once again. Tsuna arched his eyebrow and when he was about to ask him if he was really fine, but Giotto just shook his head. "It's just a shiver, nothing else. I have an impression that someone was talking about me in a not friendly way, though." He let out a nervous laugh.

It must be a very fearsome person to make the Primo feel like this! Tsuna thought impressed.

Giotto was brought back to reality when he and Tsuna heard a knock on the door. "Come in," He said.

The door was carefully opened and G stepped in. "Excuse me, Primo, but there's an important matter we have to discuss about," he politely announced.

Giotto arched his eyebrow; seeing how G was serious and nodded to him to continue. "What is it?"

G let out a weary sigh and leaned on the wall as he lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke. Giotto knew that G was stressed because he always did that when he's pressured.

After a few seconds, G looked up and stared straight at Giotto.

"Daemon just came back from his last mission."

This was a very long chapter, you can say it's more like a introduction chapter than a first chapter actually. I suppose I don't need to ask you to review what you think about this chapter, ne? Anyways, please do leave a review and tell me what you thought about it. Critiques are always welcome! I'll be very happy reading it and it can even help me to improve my skills. Hm, one more thing, the explanation about how Tsuna time traveled will be explained in the next chapters.

Happy Merry Christmas Eve for those who like me live in a country that isn't Christmas yet and Merry Christmas for you lucky person! :D

Edited on 03.22.2012: I must give BeArOcKpRiNxEsS my eternal thanks for beta'ing this chapter, because I really don't know what I'd do without her help. Really, thank you!