Man this was a quick update! Good thing I did neh? I was ready to write the next chapter of TU but this chap was also very fun to write. Fluff warning people and some Iemitsu-bashing. Don't like it then ignore it, I'm not forcing anyone.

Anyway, so I'm thinking of making a sequel for Trinisette, Unleashed. It won't be like TU, because it'll have its own story all on its own that is somewhat related to TU. Am I confusing anyone? Lol, sorry about that. When it comes then you'll know what I mean then.

I should stop distracting people and get to the good part already!

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR but if I did, I would have Tsuna marry me! lol. It's just a fangirl fantasy, there's no shame in admitting it right?

Tsuna ran across the halls with inhuman speed as he desperately tried to hide from his Cloud guardian. Left, right, right, left again, watch out for that vase! With his hyper intuition, he tried to pinpoint on how far Hibari was.

CRACK! The door that Tsuna ran past broke into thousands of pieces. "Hiiiiieeeeee!" he cried. Hibari stepped out of the room, tonfa in hand and eyes gleaming like a predator hunting for his prey.

Good news is he knew now where Hibari was. Bad news - he's going to die.

Tsuna continued to run with the bloodthirsty prefect at his heels. He skidded on a corner and jumped over the railings. He landed heavily on the bottom steps, losing his footing and tumbling down the ground. He stumbled to get himself up and going again.

A tonfa whizzed past his head as he steered himself to the side. It went through the wall and for a moment, Tsuna had a horrible thought of what if it hit him instead? The gruesome image of his head being taken off was incredibly disturbing. He cringed. He didn't think he was capable of coming up with that.

Tsune felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard the indistinguishable sound of chains clinking. Oh no, he thought fearfully. Hibari was going to reel him in like an animal. Spotting an open window ahead, Tsuna made a choice – do the stupid way and jump out of the second floor or let himself get caught like a pig to be slaughtered?

He jumped up as the chains whished below him. The hell. A few broken bones were better than Hibari beating him to a pulp. Grabbing the ledge of the window, he threw himself outside. The air whooshed in his ears. He caught sight of Ryohei below him. He yelled a warning and the boxer turned. When he saw him, his eyes widened.

"Sawada!"

Tsuna landed on the soft grass. He got up quickly. "Sorry onii-san, can't stay for long. See you at dinner!" he shouted over his shoulder as he started running again.

Ryohei blinked and looked up to see Hibari jumping down. He understood now why Sawada was in such a hurry. He raised his fists. Tsune deserved some time to get away, it was the least that he could do and besides, he'd been itching for a fight.

"I'LL EXTREMELY INTERFERE HIBARI! TASTE MY FIST!" Ryohei aimed an uppercut at the other boy. Hibari moved away, lowly growling.

"Move aside."

"EXTREMELY FIGHT ME!"

Tsuna could hear the echoes of their fight as he made his way back inside. He stopped at some random hallway and leaned heavily on his knees, panting with sweat dripping from his brow. He had been hiding the whole day yesterday from his Cloud in his father's personal study that no one – save Leonardo – knew about. It was a cozy place and as long as Tsuna stayed relaxed, his carnivorous friend won't sniff his fear out. The only problem was that there was no bathroom inside and his father's personal bathroom wouldn't open. The lock was busted. With a full bladder, Tsuna went outside despite Giotto's warning thinking that it was totally safe by then. All he cared about was relieving himself.

It was foolish of him to think that Hibari would forget so easily. When he finished his little business, Hibari was waiting outside the door. Tsuna bolted the moment he could, henceforth ensuing the game of cat and mouse with Hibari.

His knees collapsed and he crumpled to the ground. "I… can't… run… anymore!" he gasped between breaths.

"Tsuna?" He heard and looked up. Giotto stood over him with worry written all over his face.

"Dad," Tsuna greeted weakly.

"What are you doing out here? Are you alright? What happened?"

Tsuna laughed nervously, his laugh coming more out as a wheeze. "Just… you know… running from Hibari."

Giotto shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Here," he murmured as he picked Tsuna up. Tsuna instantly blushed and shook his head. He wriggled in Giotto's arms.

"I'm fine Dad, really. I just needed… a breath," he said. Giotto shook his head.

"Leo." Tsuna stopped moving when Leonardo suddenly appeared. His mouth went slack at how fast the butler appeared at his father's command.

"Tell G I leave him today's work. I'll be taking a day off," Giotto said, smiling. Leonardo bowed before him.

"I shall tell him so Master. Is there anything else I could do?"

"Have a car ready for us? I think some time off from the mansion would do both me and Tsuna good." Giotto smiled warmly as he said this. Leonardo bowed and went to do as he was told. When the old butler left, Tsuna stared at his father with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, as if he was afraid of being heard, which he probably was. Back in his own time, Reborn had made it sure to burn a very specific lesson in Tsuna's head – never, ever, abandon your work. If he did well… his head would probably be full of lead. To be honest, Tsuna was lucky his friends weren't pushing him to do his job as they fully know that Reborn was more than enough to be motivation.

"G-san … er… Uncle G might catch you!" Tsuna had seen it many times before. Every time the blonde had tried to escape work, his right hand man would appear out of nowhere and drag him back inside the office. The timing was so scary that it was almost like G had a sixth sense for his blonde friend.

Giotto chuckled. He sounded a bit nervous. "Let's not talk about that," he said, glancing around them. "I'm used to being careful for assassins but I'm too young to be paranoid of my own guardians."

Tsuna watched as the mansion disappeared through a thicket of trees and let out a sigh of relief. How glad was he to be away from Hibari. He had managed to escape the prefect's wrath for just a little while. His eyes left the window to stare at his adoptive father.

He was more worried for the older man than himself. Giotto had taken them in out of the good will in his heart, gave them a roof over their heads, food to eat, beds to sleep in and even went as far as to take them as their own. Unconsciously, his hands turned into fists in his lap.

He was so kind, so very, very kind.

It was one thing to be told that a person was good but it was different altogether when seeing it in person. Vongola Primo was more honorable than he thought. He was also a bit childish, reckless and impulsive at times but he was an amazing boss. When he wanted to be a boss, the man becomes the definition on what a boss should be. Xanxus can't hold a flame to him even when sitting on a chair.

Tsuna held high regards for Giotto before, but now he admired him like a boy would admire his hero. It was a strange feeling. Having someone to admire. Tsuna had never looked up at anyone like this before considering that both of his parents weren't exactly role models. There was his Dad who made some pathetic excuses for his constant disappearances and his Mom who wasn't all too smart, not to mention her lack of faith in his academic skills. While he loved his family, as adults they were somewhat disappointing, especially Iemitsu.

Now that he knew who Vongola Primo truly is, Tsuna found it hard to keep the lie going. He wasn't a liar. He was a terrible liar but he can damn well lie under pressure. Actually, he does better under pressure.

Every day the lies that kept building up became heavier and heavier on his small shoulders, pretty soon he'll collapse under the strain of it all. Looking through his bangs, he stared as his father peacefully enjoyed the ride with his eyes closed.

He was proud to be related to someone like him. He truly was. Yet why did it feel like he shouldn't be in the company of someone like him? Why was it he felt that he didn't deserve to be his grandson? Tsuna tightly shut his eyes and shook his head. Since when did he become self-conscious? He had accepted long ago that he was no-good.

"Stop thinking about it and just move on," he muttered to himself. That's right. If he dwelled too long on things it will only cause trouble. His feelings didn't matter.

"Tsuna? Are you alright?" He jumped when he felt a warm hand press on his forehead. He looked up to meet the eyes of his adopted father.

"What?" he blankly said.

Giotto frowned. "I didn't ask this earlier but why did you leave the room? You fully knew well that Kyoya was out for blood."

Tsuna flushed darkly and murmured something incoherent. "What was that?" Giotto asked. Tsuna pursed his lips in a cute manner that had Giotto, a fully grown man, squealing in the inside. That pout, the blush and those huge doe-like eyes… if he wasn't so scared of scaring the poor boy Giotto would have snuffed him in a bone crushing hug.

"I… wanted to go to the bathroom but… but the door's lock was broken."

"Ah…" Giotto trailed off. He remembered now! Earlier that morning, Giotto had locked himself in the bathroom because he didn't want to get tailored for a new suit. G broke the lock and dragged him out. The door must have shut itself with the broken lock falling into place. He gulped. It was obviously his fault that Tsuna was discovered by Kyoya.

"How unfortunate… I'll have Leonardo fix that when we got home." He smiled brightly. Tsuna eyed him strangely, sensing that the other was hiding something.

Giotto coughed into his hand and went back to his seat. The silence that followed was awkward after that, only to be broken when Giotto started asking questions. Questions that he might have thought were good ice breakers; instead it got Tsuna breaking into cold sweat.

"How's the weather?"

Tsuna sweat dropped but felt nervous all the same. 'What a lame way to start a conversation!' he thought to himself. Still, if his father was dishing out the small questions, it wouldn't be long before he starts getting personal.

He swallowed. 'Just play along,' he thought to himself and said, "It's been nice." Hopefully I can defuse the situation before it gets worse!

Giotto nodded then he frowned. "It's odd since I've been told that there would be a storm today."

Tsuna peeked out of the window. The sky was bluer than ever without a cloud in sight. "I don't see anything," he commented, leaning back into his seat.

Giotto smiled. "I suppose you're right. Asari may have predicted things too early. It might be tomorrow instead. Yada, yada… I guess there was no need to have the servants prepare everything after all!" he laughed. Tsuna's eyebrows rose in surprise. Asari could do that?

"How can he tell?" he asked.

"Asari used to live at a fishing town from Japan. Fishing folk usually know when the weather changes but I suppose every now and then he makes mistakes."

Tsuna didn't know that. The Vongola archives didn't include the background of the First Generation Family. All they knew was how the Vongola family was formed and its founders and origin. Giotto and G were the only ones with extensive background information, but it only went as far as how the Vongola was founded. It had been recently been updated when the Shimon came but still, the history books lacked information. Somewhere in his mind, Tsuna noted to update it once he came back.

"Will you tell me more about the others?" Tsuna found himself asking.

Surprised at the request, Giotto stared at him before breaking into a soft smile "Where should I start?"

"G-san?"

"I can't tell you his real name but I'll tell you that G has a thing for legends and myths. When we were kids we would always be playing in the forest, searching for trolls and the like. G loved stories – you should hear him telling them – and he loved music too. Did you know he can sing? He doesn't sing anymore because he's too embarrassed about it."

Tsuna's eyes were round. G, the ever-badass and cool-headed right hand man, actually had a sensitive side?

"Gokudera-kun likes music too and plays the piano beautifully! I've only heard him play once but it was amazing!"

"I never expected that! Hayato is quite the adamant child."

It went on like that throughout the ride. The chatter was full of life and both had certain brightness to their eyes as they spoke to each other of their dearest friends. Tsuna was the happiest that Giotto had seen. He waved his hand in gestures and spoke animatedly like one his age should. It wasn't very hard to see that Tsuna dearly loves his friends, just as Giotto loved his.

Warmth filled his heart at the sight. Tsuna was always withdrawn, careful in everything he did. He was glad that the boy was loosening up. He noticed though, with an inside frown, that Tsuna had never once mentioned any his parents. He understood loss all too well but he expected a slip-up every once in a while. He did that a lot when he was young. He used to look up, expecting his parents to greet him with smiles like they used to, only to remember that they weren't there anymore.

Tsuna was young. Death must still be fresh to him. He was handling this all too well and he might be hiding his grief inside. Giotto knew from experience that it was an unhealthy thing to do.

"What was your mother like?" Giotto cut him off suddenly, looking solemn.

Tsuna stopped and stared. "My… mother?" he said blankly.

"Yes. Will you tell me more about her?"

Giotto could see Tsuna's defensive mechanism working to life. His posture straighter, hands folded neatly on his lap and eyes completely guarded, he had withdrawn once more into himself.

"My mother…" Tsuna started out slowly. "She was very kind. She's an amazing cook and housewife, always had a smile on her face and was always willing to help out… even strangers."

Giotto watched as Tsuna frowned. It seemed that Tsuna disapproved of what his mother did.

"Your mother sounds like a pleasant woman. What did Asari call women like that? Ah, Yamato Nadeshiko was it?"

Tsuna nodded. "A friend of mine said that too." Then he muttered something. Giotto still heard it, he said, "But Mom is gullible."

"Gullible?" Giotto commented.

Tsuna blushed. "Ah… well…" he sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose, an action strange for a child, Giotto noted. "Mom she…" Tsuna closed his eyes. "She's easily fooled by people - oblivious even. She gets scammed when I'm not watching over her and is not the least suspicious when people turn up on our doorstep claiming, oh I don't know, a tutor, when they obviously don't look like it."

Looking at him, Giotto pitied him. It seemed that his mother did it on a daily basis because Tsuna looked older than he should be.

"But," Tsuna murmured softly. "She's always taking things to stride. Never questions things even when they get out of line. Even if I lied to her, she'll still believe in me. Blind faith I think they call it." He didn't mention that his mother used to think he was useless back then too. It hurt to think of that when his mother commented on how he couldn't do this or that and bluntly saying it out loud too. She didn't mean to hurt him, he understood that, but it still hurt.

"And your father?" Tsuna grimaced. Oh the dreaded question has come out. Lie! Lie! Lie!

"I didn't know him all that well," Tsuna blurted out. Giotto's eyes narrowed. He sensed the lie.

Oh shit. Screwed it, didn't I?

The carriage suddenly came to a stop before Giotto could ask anything and Tsuna was out in a matter of seconds. He just opened the door without waiting for the coachman to open it and jumped outside. His heart was beating erratically in chest and he frantically tried to calm himself down by taking deep breaths. Just as he was back to normal, Giotto came up from behind and scooped him up.

"Hiiiiiieeee!" Tsuna cried in surprise.

Giotto adjusted him to his back and Tsuna quickly clung on the blonde's head.

"Not too tight Tsuna or else I won't see where I'm going."

"Sorry," Tsuna mumbled, embarrassed at having been given a piggy back ride.

Giotto bounced him up and Tsuna squeaked. He chuckled. "No, I should be the one who's sorry. I asked you some pretty personal questions."

"It's fine," Tsuna said. "Uh, where are we going by the way?" He looked around but all he could see was an army of trees. He couldn't see a thing through the bark and leaves.

"You'll see when we get there." Tsuna could hear the smile in his voice when he said that.

Giotto began to walk, being careful not to have Tsuna slapped around by random branches. They didn't talk but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Tsuna settled on Giotto's hair, playing with the golden locks and snuggling to it. Not to sound like a creep but Tsuna thought that Giotto smelled nice. He smelled like parchment, ink, a leftover scent of something burning and something sweet.

It had been awhile when Tsuna decided to ask, "Aren't you tired? I can walk by myself."

Giotto shook his head. "This is my way of saying sorry for asking you such painful things. Don't worry, I can still run a mile with you on my back."

"Please don't overdo it," Tsuna said worriedly.

"I won't," Giotto promised. "Besides, we're already here."

Tsuna looked up and had to shield his eyes at the sudden brightness that attacked them. He waited for his eyes to adjust when he was hit by a blast of salty air and the sounds of waves crashing on rocks.

"A beach," Tsuna said. He felt himself be lifted and set on the ground.

The salty air reminded him of home, he thought as he breathed. He could remember when they were in Middle school, the first summer festival that they had attended along with the promise of watching the fireworks together again. After three years, they still kept that promise. He closed his eyes briefly to take in the sight before turning to Giotto with a bright smile.

"Thank you for bringing me here." And thank you for taking us in. That part was left unsaid as the two stared at each other.

Giotto tried to smile back but the sight of the wind blowing Tsuna's hair back and forth, his mouth turned upwards in a smile that took his breath away and eyes full with sincere gratitude. His expression was so innocent, so pure that it left Giotto wordless.

Despite being exposed to such a dark world, Tsuna maintained an innocent heart, one that Giotto lost long ago. No, he was never innocent. Before he was even in the Mafia business, he was already in the dark. Living in poverty tended to bring the darker side of humanity and Giotto had to admit that there were things in his life that he wasn't all too proud about.

Looking at the child before him, he swore solemnly to himself that he will protect the light in the boy's eyes. If he were ever tainted by the darkness that was the Mafia then Giotto would see to it that Tsuna would be happy. He will keep that light bright and warm.

"Dad? You have this weird expression on your face," Tsuna laughed.

Giotto grinned. "Do I now?"

Tsuna pondered for a moment, his arms folded and his face set in a thoughtful pout. "Yeah, it looked something like this." His face convulsed into an expression that he has when G threatens him with paperwork. He looked exactly like him.

"No I don't look like that!" Giotto cried out indignantly.

Tsuna grinned childishly, his eyes tightly shut and his smile pulled wide. "Looked like it to me."

Giotto's eyes narrowed. He kicked his shoes off, loosened his collar and rolled up his sleeves. "I'll show you!" Tsuna ran off as Giotto sprinted after him.

Tsuna made it look like running in the sand was easy but it really wasn't. Giotto had to exert extra effort as he ran, chasing the child in front of him that was laughing without a care in the world. Tsuna's feet were light, the muscles in his legs and feet quickly adapting to the surface of the earth. How? Giotto wondered.

Tsuna was grinning to himself now. Gone were the days when he was tripping over his own feet, under the hellish training that Reborn had him do, he can keep his balance on any kind of surface and move on it. Agility and flexibility had always been one of his strengths so Reborn worked him to use them to their fullest.

He relished the feeling of being weightless, unbounded by any worry. He couldn't remember a time when he felt so playful like this. His ancestor had brought out the childish playfulness in him. He had never joked around with his parent's like this before. Not even his own mother as close as he was to her.

He cried loudly as hands wrapped around his waist. Giotto lifted him up and he kicked and struggled in his hold. His father fell backwards and they landed sprawled in the sandy beach. They lay there, panting for a while.

"You cheated," Tsuna accused.

"I did not."

"You so did."

"Your proof?"

"I was more than a yard from you."

Silence. Then laughter. "Okay, okay, you win." Giotto admitted when they stopped laughing. They lied like that in the sand for a while, listening to the waves crashing on shore.

Tsuna stared at the blue sky. What was wrong with him? Lately he had been feeling less uneasy about calling Giotto 'Dad'. His real father was Iemitsu Sawada but Giotto felt more like a father than Iemitsu did. What was one supposed to think? Comparing them would be unfair but there was a harsh truth in there: Iemitsu chose work over family whilst Giotto chose to have both. The Vongola Family was his Family and now Tsuna was part of that. Work was always there but Giotto had managed to balance the time spent for work and family.

He thought sadly, why couldn't Iemitsu do that? He even treated Basil more of a son than Tsuna was. He didn't hate Basil though, he couldn't blame him. He was disappointed in his father though.

"Why did you adopt us?" the question came out so suddenly, Tsuna surprised himself when it left his lips. "We might put the Vongola in danger."

"Don't mind what Daemon said." Giotto turned his head to face him. "You're not putting Vongola in danger at all, if it does come then let it come."

"Eh?" Tsuna blinked.

"No matter what happens now, you're my son. If something tries to take you away then as your parent, I will protect you. No matter what," he repeated.

Tsuna blushed. He didn't know what to think then.

"I wished my real father was like you," he blurted out and clamped his mouth shut. Damn it! Why does he keep blurting things out today?

"What was he like?" Giotto asked, propping himself on an arm.

"He… he's a good man," Tsuna looked away. It was true though.

"But a horrible father?" he flinched as those words hit home.

"He wasn't always around," Tsuna said slowly. "He chose work over us. He's the reason why I'm even involved in the Mafia. He thought I would make a good candidate because none of the others were fit." He didn't want to say that he was only a last resort.

Giotto didn't say anything. Tsuna couldn't read the expression in his eyes. He decided to go on, "The Familgia was his top priority. He even has an apprentice that he treats like a son," Tsuna trailed off dejectedly. As soon as he realized what he said, he quickly added, "But his apprentice is really nice! The two of us are really good friends!"

"That's enough." Tsuna flinched at the coldness in Giotto's tone.

"I'm sorry," Giotto apologized, his tone warmer now. "I'm just mad at how your Father treated you and your mother. It simply just isn't right." He reached out and patted Tsuna's head.

"I won't do that. I'll be busy and you might not see me for some time but I'll always be there." Tsuna could feel tears prick his eyes. He was grateful but he was equally guilty. He scrunched his eyes tightly. Giotto pulled him in a hug and Tsuna could only burry himself in his father's shirt.

It was wrong and he knew it but he would gladly believe this lie, just this once. He wasn't Iemitsu's Tsuna, he was Giotto's. He prayed to the heavens to let this lie last while they were still here. It was a selfish wish but he wouldn't ask for anything else.

"Thank you." Tsuna felt large hands caress his head.

"Don't thank me. To be honest, I'm only winging it!" Giotto chuckled and Tsuna had to sweat drop. But he smiled and snuggled closer.

An hour passed when Giotto felt his intuition spike. He got up so fast that it startled Tsuna, who had fallen asleep at the time. He carried Tsuna quickly behind a large boulder, covering Tsuna's mouth to tell him to be quiet. Clouds gathered in the sky above their heads, looking dark and forbidding. They suddenly came out.

Men waving guns and weapons around stepped out of the forest, singing crude songs that Giotto would have preferred that Tsuna would not hear. They were dirty and were carrying bags that clinked with each step. Coins, Giotto realized. These men were thieves. He cursed his luck. Of all days to deal with unwanted trouble it had to be now?

He'd been having reports of thieves raiding travelers on the road lately. The must be the very same ones. Tsuna gently pulled the hand away from his mouth.

"Dad?" he whispered. "What should we do?"

"Let's try and get around them," Giotto whispered back. He set Tsuna down and grabbed his hand. They tip toed quietly from their hiding space. Giotto saw that they were more than twenty men and went on a faster pace than before. They were just about to enter the forest when Tsuna was suddenly yanked out of his hand.

"Tsuna!"

Tsuna yelped as he was forcefully taken. His arms were pressed tightly to his sides and a knife was pressed against his neck. He didn't fight back, knowing that this wasn't the right moment. His pills and contacts were his pocket but he couldn't reach them. Thunder boomed and the sky grew dark.

Guess Asari was right, Tsuna thought to himself.

"Do anything and the boy dies." He could feel the cold steel press lightly on his skin and felt the blood trickle down his neck.

Giotto, who looked like he would enter Hyper Dying Will mode, dropped his stance and raised his hands in surrender. His eyes though burned orange. The thieves laughed and Tsuna could smell that someone didn't brush their teeth today.

"Search him!" The one holding Tsuna barked. Lightning flashed across the sky and rain started to pour. Tsuna watched as they forced Giotto on his knees. Giotto remained defiant as he kept his head up, glaring steadily at the man that held Tsuna without breaking eye contact once. They searched his pockets, found some money and took it. He didn't break his glare even when they pulled out his pocket watch.

"Would you look at that?"

Tsuna gasped. That was the First Generation's treasure! He suddenly struggled, surprising the man who was holding him. Tsuna bit into the man's forearm, making him drop the knife. "Give that back to him!" he said.

His captor put a dirty hand over his face, muffling his words. Tsuna gagged and his eyes watered at the smell.

"Tsuna!" Giotto got up but was once again forced down. "Damn it!" he cursed as several hands held him down.

"Now we'll be taking this," he waved the watch around. "and the boy. I bet he'll sell good in the black market." They chuckled darkly over the rain. Giotto's eyes widened. They didn't plan to…? Rage pumped into his veins and his hands were suddenly on fire. They all jumped back at the sudden combustion.

"You would dare…" Giotto seethed, his eyes hidden by his bangs. "To do that to a child?" The flame burned bright on his forehead, casting light on them. His eyes were cold and unforgiving and Tsuna had just realized he is witnessing Vongola Primo in his righteous glory.

"What's more," Giotto continued, taking a step forward. "You have the guts to steal from the Boss of the Vongola Family?"

They looked at each other in fear. The sea was roaring in the background but Tsuna didn't hear that. His attention was solely focused on the man that held his father's precious pocket watch. Giotto took another step and watched with satisfaction as some of them began to runaway. Others brought out their weapons.

Tsuna was suddenly thrown aside as his captor took out a gun and began to shoot at his father. The wind blew furiously and he had to cover himself with his arms before he got up. Through half-lidded eyes he saw his father beating one man after another.

His eyes searched the battle in front of him and saw the man he was looking for. He was standing close to the shore, his hands fisted around the watch. Without hesitating, Tsuna bounded towards him and with a huge leap, knocked the man off his feet. He scrambled to get the watch but was kicked in the stomach.

"You little brat!" the thief pulled out a knife. Tsuna reacted without thinking, catching the other's wrist and bending it in an unnatural way, effectively breaking the wrist. He screamed and dropped the knife. Tsuna went out to grab the watch but was pushed roughly aside.

"You want this?" the thief sneered. He held the watch high. "Then go get it!" He then threw it into the dark sea.

"No!" Tsuna cried, his hand reaching out as if to grab it. It fell into the dark waters in the distance. The thief laughed as he crumpled to the ground, holding his broken wrist. "What are you gonna do now boy?" he taunted.

Tsuna turned to him and promptly punched him in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold.

"That." He turned towards the sea, ignoring the throbbing in his hand. Shrugging off his blazer and shoes aside, he dived into the water.

Giotto was done fighting by then, having beaten the crap out of everyone that was there. He extinguished his flame and looked around.

"Tsuna!" He shouted across the howling wind. It was getting darker than ever. Fear began crawl up his spine. "Tsuna!" he shouted again, running across the beach. He suddenly spotted a pair of shoes casted aside by the shore. He quickly picked them up and sure enough, they were Tsuna's. He whipped his head around frantically, trying to find a mop of brown hair anywhere.

"Tsuna!" he shouted, louder and frightened. Sea water sprayed his face as the waves came. He looked at the sea and a horrible thought came to him. He frantically got up, noticing a figure laying a few ways from here. He quickly grabbed a fistful of it's shirt, recognizing that this was the man that took his watch. He noticed the broken nose, he was sure he didn't do it. Without sympathy or mercy, he slapped the other awake.

The thief groaned. Giotto shook him roughly. "Where is my son?" he demanded. The other could only groan in response and Giotto shook him again. "Where is he?"

He pointed out into the sea and Giotto dropped him. "He wouldn't," he whispered to himself over the storm.

But obviously he did.

He was going to dive in but then Tsuna's head broke through the water, coughing. Giotto immediately went to him, going into the water and dragging him back to shore. Both we're soaked to the bone and very cold, but it didn't stop Giotto's anger as he suddenly took Tsuna by the shoulders and shook him.

"What were you thinking?" he said.

Tsuna wiped the water from his eyes wordlessly showed him something in the palm of his hand. It was his watch. Giotto's hands slacked in their grip.

"You…" loss of words he could only stare at Tsuna, his anger faded and forgotten.

"I know what it means to treasure something. I just didn't want you to lose it."

"You could have lost your life." He was gonna get it back earlier anyway but it seemed that Tsuna took matters into his own little hands. Tsuna didn't answer him, choosing instead to stare at the ground. Giotto could feel him shaking from the cold and pulled him into a hug.

"But it was important."

"That doesn't matter!" Giotto shook him again. "They would understand if I lost mine. I could have another made but you, you can't be replaced."

Lighting flashed, illuminating Tsuna's shocked expression clearly.

"We'll discuss this later but for now we should get home before you catch a cold." He stood up, carrying a him once again in his arms. Tsuna latched himself tightly on his neck, seeking out warmth. Giotto trekked back barefooted to where their carriage waited. Their coachman was let out a cry of relief when he saw them.

"Master!"

"I'm sorry for the wait. We should leave as soon as possible," Giotto said.

"Of course, of course," their coachman said and opened the door. Giotto stepped inside and sat down, still holding Tsuna on his lap. Both were dripping wet and completely tired out.

"I'm sorry," Tsuna said after a while.

Giotto sighed. "I should be the one who's sorry. I should never have taken you there."

Tsuna looked up at him. "But you didn't know!"

"I knew that there were cases of robbery," Giotto pointed out.

"But still!" Tsuna insisted.

"After making a promise to protect you, an hour later we get attacked and you could have almost died!" Giotto snapped. He sighed and shook his head, droplets of water falling all around. "I'm sorry Tsuna. I didn't mean to be angry like that."

Tsuna looked at him for a while before breaking into a smile. "I think you've been doing a great job at it so far."

Giotto could not reply to that for his mind had just shut down. Wait, what?

"Huh?" his oh so intelligent reply was.

Tsuna giggled. "You worried for me. You put me first instead of your most precious treasure." His eyes shone brightly. "That means a lot to me!"

Forget his dignity as a boss! Doting-parent mode on! He smothered Tsuna in a hug, telling him how cute he was and how he could just cuddle him the whole day.

"Daaaaad!" Tsuna gasped. "Air! Need air!"

Giotto laughed and let him breathe. Tsuna held his hands on his chest, sighing. "Honestly," he said, exasperated. Giotto grinned brightly and Tsuna just had to smile. Suddenly remembering something, his mouth set into a little 'o'.

"What is it?" Giotto asked.

"Uncle Asari was right. There was a storm today. I should go to him and apologize when we get there."

Giotto chuckled and patted his head. "Let's apologize together then."

"Uh-huh!"

When they got home, Giotto received an earful from his Storm Guardian. He had to listen to G nag while he took a bath (G was outside the bathroom), while changing into dry clothes (G was handing him the clothes), dinner, and up until midnight. Giotto set down a report and glanced at G, who was breathing heavily.

"Done?" he asked.

G growled. "Oh forget this shit already, just don't do that again!" He then marched out of his office.

Giotto ran his fingers through his hair, feeling more tired than he should be. He blew the light off and went to Tsuna's room, hoping to see if he was better. Tsuna was showing signs of having a fever, so he never managed to apologize to Asari. He was sent to bed immediately. Of course Giotto wanted to come along but G dragged him away.

Lampo was taking a walk through the mansion, unable to sleep properly due to the storm, when he saw his boss enter Tsuna's room. Curious, he approached the open door and peek through it.

Giotto was sitting on the bed, a frown on his face as he watched Tsuna toss and turn due to a fever that just developed. Lampo watched as Giotto brushed the bangs off of Tsuna's forehead, touching it to feel his temperature. His hand slid to his chin. Lampo saw Tsuna snuggled to the warmth of his boss' hand.

Giotto got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a basin of water and a towel. He dipped the towel in the water and squeezed it. He placed it over Tsuna's forehead and patted his head. Lampo couldn't see Giotto's expression but he was sure that he was worried.

Giotto pulled the covers to Tsuna's chin and began to tuck him in. Lampo decided then that he should leave before he gets found out. Backing away slowly, he hoped that Giotto didn't notice him due to his worry over Tsuna.

Still, he wondered. Why bother taking care of a sick kid when you're sick yourself? Giotto may not have noticed but he was certainly sick as well. Tsuna only caught it faster because he was a kid. Lampo shrugged.

"Boss will do as boss always has," Lampo told himself. When morning comes, Giotto will be as sick as Tsuna was.

Lampo was right of course. The next day Giotto was sick and G was cursing in his office, doing the paperwork that his boss should be doing.

So I'm getting a bit sentimental and feely. I understand Tsuna to some degree, semi-abandonment and daddy issues are some of that. i loved writing this chapter, the fluff is enough to fill my pillows!

But was it okay for everyone else? I know I can't please everyone but I do hope this met your expectations. Mind telling me?