AN: Hi there! This is my first KHR fanfic! Huzzah xD I took a huge gamble on how the 1st gen acted when they were younger.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR... But I will as soon as I control the Aliens and UFOs...

"Giotto, you're a freakin idiot," G said.

Giotto crossed his arms and pouted. "I don't get what you mean."

G face-palmed. "Who the hell goes and tells a bunch of mafia men that they smell bad and need a shower?"

"..."

"I stand my point," G huffed.

"..."

"... Giotto, your face is getting on my nerves..." G growled.

"Well, I'm sorry, but not all of us a gifted with a scowl as wonderful as yours," Giotto joked.

G face-palmed... AGAIN! "Giotto, your jokes are about as gay as your face..."

Giotto huffed. "My beautiful, sexy, hot face is not gay and neither are my jokes."

"In your dreams old pal, in your fucking dreams," G snorted.

"G, your language! There could be little kids here!"

"Whatever, lets go see what the madman Cozart is doing..." G said.

"Cozart is mad? Shoot! Let's ditch seeing what Cozart is up too," Giotto told G.

G face-palmed yet again. "Giotto, what have they been teaching you in school?"

"They've been teaching us how to bribe Mafia officials," Giotto puffed up his chest in pride.

G resisted the urge to face-palm. "Moron! You shouldn't proud of that!"

Giotto pouted. "But bribing helps out in this Mafia world, kingdom, thing."

"Could you stop being stupid so I could stop face-palming?"

"I am not stupid! You are!" Giotto whined.

"In your gay dreams," G snorted.

"Stop cussing G! I told you that kids might be lurking around," scolded Giotto.

"Moron, shush! I think I hear someone," G yelled quietly at his friend.

"Ugh! Of all times, it has to be the time when I forgot my sexy shades," Giotto whined.

G face-palmed. He couldn't resist. "I told you to fucking shut up."

"Sorry, sorry," Giotto whispered.

"Listen."

"Okay," Giotto whispered.

"Boss, I found them," said a unfamiliar voice.

"Oh? Where are they then?" Asked the unfamiliar voice's boss.

"Behind that building," the man said before pointing to the building G and Giotto were hiding behind.

Giotto's eyes widened. "AHHHHHHHHH! RUN G, RUN! I'LL HOLD THEM BACK!"

G face-palmed before grabbing Giotto's arm and running away with Giotto in tow.

"CATCH THEM! WE CAN ONLY TEST THIS PROJECT WITH THEM!" The boss yelled.

"Project?" Giotto asked G while running.

"Moron, do I look like I know what they're talking about?"

"... No."

"Good, now shut the fuck up!" G yelled.

"Whatever, Gabriel," Giotto snorted.

A vain popped on G's forehead. "Call me that again, and you'll get a early funeral..."

"Mother," Giotto yelled. "Come and save me! I too sexy to die!"

"Idiot," G muttered under his breath. "Oi, stupid, lets go hide over there."

They ran into an alley way and hide behind an over-sized trash can.

"G, are you sure they won't find us?" Giotto asked.

"Of course they won't. Those Mafia men are too dense in the head," G snorted.

A few minutes later...

"... G, I think they found us," Giotto said, pointing to the two men walking into the alley way.

"..."

"Those filthy kids are here, I can sense them," one of the two men said.

"That sounds a bit wrong," Giotto whispered to G. His childhood friend only nodded in response.

"There," the same man said, pointed at the the over-sized trash can. "They're hidin' there."

Both men cocked their guns and walked towards the trash can.

Giotto's eyes grew wide. "G, I think were gonna die," the blonde whined.

"Fuck," was the only reply he got from the red-head.

"What do we do? I'm too young and sexy to die by the hands of two ugly men!" Giotto whined loudly.

"Yup, those filthy kids are hiding behind the trash. One of 'em just yelled," the other of the two said.

G glared at Giotto. "Idiot," he hissed. "They weren't even sure we were here!"

"Sorry," Giotto said and banged his head on the trash can, causing the trash can to fall. Giotto's face turned red.

G face-palmed while the two men grinned and shot their guns.

BANG! BANG!

Bullets flew towards G and Giotto. One grazed G's arm while another grazed Giotto's hair which cause Giotto to lose it.

"You retarded, smelly, disgusting, annoying, gay, and stupid mafia men! How dare you ruin my hair! It may look messy, but I put a lot of effort and time to make my hair look this sexy! Now look what you did! You wasted the precious time I wasted to make my hair look this way! Are you happy now? Are you?" Giotto ranted.

G tried his best to resist the urge to face-palm at his friend's stupidity. "Oi, Giotto, you moron! We're in the middle of a fucking fight, and all you care about is your damned hair?"

Giotto rolled his eyes. "G, my hair is a very important part in my sexiness. You're just saying that because you're jealous of my hair."

"Whatever, moron. Let's just defeat these idiots and go visit Cozart. I heard that his cousin made cookies!" G said, before turning back to the battle.

One of the men sweat-dropped. "You stupid kids, do you really it's wise to turn your backs on a battle with a powerful enemy?"

The other man laughed and threw a grenade before walking away. "Hahaha."

Pink smoke filled the alley way.

"G, I feel sleepy. Good Night," Giotto told his friend before falling asleep.

"Oi, Giotto, wake up, now's not the time to fall asleep," G murmured before falling asleep himself.

AN: This is just the first chapter. Hopefully, the other chapter will be longer :P Basically I made Giotto act like a naive, carefree version of Tsuna. Please review and tell what you thought!