Ciao!

This is the third(and last) chapter of A Wish Through Time, and sorry about the fact that we took exactly a year to complete this. We were kinda slow in writing this, so we just decided to publish the last chapter on Giotto's birthday too. Thank you all for being patient readers. We hope you enjoy this chapter!

25 January 2013, 2100 hours

Tsuna scowled as he shook his bangs out of his eyes, scuffing at the grass and dirt with the toe of his shoe. The park was unnaturally quiet except for the occasional chirping of the crickets. At any other time, Tsuna would have felt uneasy but right now, he was glad for the silence. He needed to be alone.

He wondered if he meant to Giotto as much as Giotto meant to him. If he did, then why didn't Giotto trust him?

Why did Giotto not say anything, but instead waited for him to find out?

His heart ached terribly as he stared into the empty space before him. How could a single person he knew for barely a day affect him so?

To think the only person he had fallen in love with had been Primo. His ancestor. Giotto would never like him that way, Tsuna told himself bitterly. And even if he did, such a relationship would never work out.

It was unheard of.

It wasn't even possible.

And that ticked Tsuna off. "You don't just go around flirting with someone, making him go crazy over you and then telling him that you're his great grandfather!" He burst out in anger, cheeks flushed red. "That's just ridiculous!"

"What's ridiculous?"

Tsuna immediately blushed a bright red as he turned towards the source of the voice.

"Enma!"

Giotto stared unseeingly at the wall opposite him. It had been a rather long time since Tsuna had stormed out of the house, and Giotto had been in a daze ever since.

How did things get out of hand so quickly?

He supposed that it was his fault. His fault for not telling Tsuna the truth about himself.

And Tsuna, innocent and honest little Tsuna who had become the boss of the most notorious family in the mafia by some cruel hand of fate, hated lies. He had even managed to find out the truth without any sort of help.

Tsuna was his descendant, no doubt about that.

The Vongola intuition had helped a lot too, he guessed. He knew Tsuna had already sensed that something was amiss by the time they had reached home from the cafe.

It was ironic that the intuition that had served him so well in his battles had returned to bite him in the ass in the form of his descendant.

Giotto sighed depressingly at that as he slumped further into the couch.

He'd screwed up big time.

He'd made a mistake and this time, he couldn't solve it by trashing the hell out of the source of his problems. And if there was one thing Tsuna hated more than lies, it was violence. Besides, Tsuna could have lifted a mountain and shot down the stars in the night sky at that time with his fury.

No, Giotto would definitely not have been able to lift a finger against a beyond furious Tsuna.

But as he felt like giving up on ever reconciling with Tsuna before he disappeared completely, his own intuition nagged at him.

It was telling him to stop being a wimp and if he truly felt something for his descendant, he should get his damn pathetic ass off that couch and go look for Tsuna.

And he did feel something for Tsuna. But what he felt went way beyond the usual feelings of an ancestor and his descendant.

Having a relationship with someone in your family tree was a taboo like no other. However, at that very moment, Giotto couldn't care less.

He wouldn't give Sawada Tsunayoshi up for the world.

And it was with this firm determination that Giotto purposefully stood and bolted out of the house.

"I'll find you... No matter what!"

2200 hours

"So... This friend of yours... He had a fight with the person he treasures the most?" Enma summarized.

Tsuna nodded, slightly hesitant.

"Those kinds of important things...! At least tell me earlier!"

"I couldn't!"

"Why not? We've been together for the whole day, you could have told me anytime!"

"It was... a huge fight," Tsuna admitted as he kept his head bowed low.

After a moment of silence or two, Tsuna continued. "My friend was really angry... After all, he hated to be kept in the dark."

Enma nodded, urging Tsuna to continue. "And...?"

"And... Well, my friend felt really hurt. He had really trusted this person, and then this happened." Tsuna said with a small sigh.

Unseen by Tsuna, Enma cocked an eyebrow. It sounds like this is more personal than he's letting on…

"And the reason that my friend felt so betrayed by someone he had just met was because..." Tsuna closed his eyes in resignation. "He... He had fallen in love with that guy." He heaved another heavy sigh.

"Tsuna," There was a hint of desperation in his tone. "You've got to understand. Please."

"Understand? Understand what? That you're a coward?!" Tears streamed down Tsuna's face. "This is serious, Giotto! Are you telling me that—" His voice cracked but he continued nevertheless. "—that after all the time we've spent today, after all the things we've done today, you're just going to up and disappear?!"

"But I suppose it was bound to happen, since they only met today. I guess it was my friend's fault for falling in love so easily, wasn't it?" Tsuna looked up at Enma with a sad smile, his eyes weary.

Enma shook his head. He didn't know how to reply to Tsuna's question, but he tried his best for his friend. "No... I think that it isn't your friend's fault for falling in love. No one should be blamed for loving another."

Tsuna shot Enma a grateful smile, before continuing. "The secret he'd kept was a really serious matter," Tsuna glanced nervously up at Enma before deciding to drop the bombshell. "This guy… He… How do I say this…?" Tsuna bit his lips and breathed in a shaky breath. "Apparently, he had to go somewhere far, far away and they will never ever see each other again—" His voice cracked at the end of his speech, overwhelmed by his emotions.

"Even if I disappear, I swear I won't ever forget you! I can't! I love you too much, Tsuna… This is hard for me too!"

Tsuna gritted his teeth as he ignored the tears trailing down his cheeks. "You can't be serious, Giotto… You're literally my great great grandfather and you're disappearing within a few hours! Heck, maybe you're disappearing within the next few minutes! A-And then, I—"

Enma's eyes were wide as he sat stiffly, staring at his uncontrollable mess of a best friend. Who left Tsuna…?

"Are you talking about yourself?" Enma bluntly asked, unable to hold back his burning curiosity and his growing need to confirm that the person Tsuna was talking about was actually him himself.

Tsuna's eyes darted towards Enma's in panic, his face revealing a look of surprise. "N-No! L-Like I said, it's my f-friend and Gio—er, his b-boyfriend."

Enma's expression remained disbelieving as he continued to frown at Tsuna. "Right," he cocked an eyebrow and folded his arms in displeasure. "Did anyone tell you that you're horrible at lying?" He then sighed at Tsuna's downcast look.

"He…I-I really loved him, Enma…" Tsuna whispered brokenly. He stared at his palms in deep contemplation. "If only he was born a little later, and I was born a little earlier… Everything would have worked out…" He muttered, not realizing that he had spoken his thoughts out loud.

"Tsuna?!" Enma leapt up from the bench, eyes wide in shock and realization as he processed what Tsuna had said subconsciously. "W-Who did you fall in love with…?" Tsuna glanced up at him in defeat and Enma felt trepidation slowly pool in his guts.

"Giotto."

That name was like a slap right in Enma's face. He stared blankly at his best friend for a second or two before slumping back into the bench. He gave a dry laugh. "Really, Tsuna? Primo?"

When Tsuna swallowed back his sobs and nodded his head, Enma felt a wave of pity rush over him. To have fallen in love with your ancestor from the past…

Enma chewed on his lips. He went through the whole incident once more in his mind and came to a conclusion. "Hey, Tsuna…?"

Tsuna gave no indication that he had heard Enma, but he continued anyway. "I think… You need to stop running away." Tsuna didn't even budge and continued to stare at his open palms. "It's better to talk things out with him. Really."

"…You don't understand, Enma…" Tsuna said softly. "I-It's so painful… If I see him again, I can't help but remember that we are not fated to be with each other, a-and then I'm just going to flare up and feel the stabbing pain in my heart again!" He finished in a breath and Enma reached out to grab Tsuna's hand.

"Stop staring at your hand, Tsuna," he stated as plainly as he could. "Look at me. There's nothing nice about your hands anyway. They're all small, fat and chubby." He ignored Tsuna's incredulous look and explained slowly. "Look, Tsuna. If you really love primo, and he loves you too, won't it be better to treasure whatever time you have left together? Even if it's painful, it shouldn't matter, because at least you'll retain the memories you have with him."

Tsuna continued to stare blankly at him and Enma resisted a sigh. "Alright, Tsuna. Would you rather have not met primo at all?"

Tsuna shook his head no after a moment of contemplation. Enma smiled gently. "And there you have your answer, decimo."

Tsuna blinked once, twice and smiled bitterly through his tears. He finally understood what Enma was trying to tell him.

Even if it's painful, it's still worth it. It's the Giotto that he loves so dearly, after all.

2300 hrs

"Excuse me, have you seen a teenage boy around here? He has brown hair, brown eyes, and his height is about here," Giotto asked a passer-by, his hand horizontal in front of him to indicate a height that was at his chest.

As the eighth person he had asked so far shook her head apologetically and walked away, Giotto sighed in defeat. He had looked in all the places that they had gone today— the shopping mall, the cafe, and finally the small jewelry shop— but no one had seen the brunette.

Not giving up, Giotto once again broke into a run. He was running out of ideas; of places that his love could have gone, but he swore that he wouldn't give up now— not when he finally realised that he didn't want to leave without seeing Tsuna's smiling face one last time.

One hour. It had been one hour since his beloved Tsuna had stormed out of the house and Giotto had left to find him, but his search so far had been in vain.

Tsuna's tears fell in a torrent as he screamed at Giotto, scrambling backwards to put distance between them as Giotto tried to approach him.

"Get away from me!" Giotto felt his heart wrench at the words.

"I hate you!"

Giotto stumbled to a halt as Tsuna's parting words surfaced in his mind. If he hadn't found Tsuna yet, maybe... Maybe it was fate, telling him that he didn't deserve someone as kind, sweet and wonderful as Tsuna?

His conviction leaving him completely, he slumped against the wall of wherever he was at the time, staring up at the sky. He let out a dry laugh.

"Look at me, the great Vongola Primo, reduced to a pathetic, wanting mess by a highschool boy. The power you have over me, Tsuna..." Giotto chuckled weakly, before he released another bone-weary sigh.

He was snapped out of his depressing thoughts when a pair of black dress shoes stepped into his line of vision. He shifted his gaze upwards and scowled.

"Hibari, wasn't it?"

Hibari continued to stare down at the blonde with unnerving silence. "Where's the herbivore?" He questioned, ignoring Giotto's previous question.

Giotto tensed for a moment or two before gritting out, "I wouldn't be here if I knew." Giotto saw Hibari's eyes flash dangerously and he swallowed.

Hibari roughly yanked him up by his collar and hissed into Giotto's face. "You don't go around doing whatever you please in an area where you don't belong, gramps."

Hibari's words struck Giotto hard, reminding him that he and Tsuna were never fated to be. He swallowed another lump in his throat and Hibari grew visibly irritated with his silence.

Hibari tightened his grip on Giotto's collar. "You," his voice was low and laced with venom. "Are going to find that herbivore and clear up this mess. And then you're going to leave Namimori and never come back."

Hibari's words rang clear in Giotto's mind and he gave a dry, humorless laugh. "Deal."

He was going to have to leave Tsuna, anyway.

Tsuna huffed and stared around in despair at his empty home. "You're kidding," he groaned as he slapped his forehead.

He went to find me, his subconscious supplied and he felt a certain sort of warmth bubbling up in his chest. He removed his hand from his forehead with a guilty smile. "Guess I should have listened to your explanation first, huh…"

He stood for a moment or two as his gut churned uncomfortably. Giotto was most probably running out of time in this era. He bit his lips as he wondered how many hours he had left with Giotto. An hour? Maybe less? Half an hour? What if I can't find him in time—

Tsuna caught himself before he came up with more depressing thoughts. He thought back to the talk he had with Enma. Enma would be really disappointed if Tsuna reverted back to his dame self at such a critical moment.

With a huff, he wiped the perspiration off face with his sleeve and then reached for his cellphone in his back pocket. Desperate times called for desperate measures, he decided.

Swiftly, he punched in the numbers he knew by heart, and brought the phone up to his ears. His senses and nerves tingled with a familiar warmth and Tsuna's lips curved up as he recognized it as his dying will flame.

"Ah, Hayato? Mind rounding up my men for me? There's a person that I need to find, you see…"

He wouldn't lose to anyone when it came to proving his resolve. He wasn't Vongola Decimo for nothing, after all.

Giotto bit his lips as he saw his other arm slowly fade away. He only had about half an hour, at most.

He brisk walked through the streets on Namimori once more, running a hand through his sweat slicked hair. He breathed hard in his chest, eyes darting around frantically to find any locks of brown hair.

The streets were ridiculously crowded and filled with street lights and joyous city music, and they only served to irritate Giotto further. The couples walking hand in hand on the streets, laughing and chatting, only served to remind him of what he could not have. He growled in frustration, pushing his way through the crowd, when he suddenly felt a tug on his arm –oh shit didn't his arm fade away—

"Sorry, but I believe you have business with us."

The group that stood before Giotto was definitely not in the least civilians. All donned in black suits and dress shoes, they positively screamed 'mafia'.

Giotto watched, posture tense, as the crowd slowly parted around them with hushed, panic filled murmurs and wide eyes. "And who might you be?"

The man, whom Giotto assumed was the leader, tightened his grip on him. He sneered. "Oh, no one. I just happen to be, say, the leader of the famiglia whom you and your boy toy trashed earlier today?"

Giotto frowned as images of the incident earlier formed in his mind. His eyes darted around the members, to find a few familiar, beaten up faces. Curcuma Familgia… Tsuna did say that they were a persistent, troublesome bunch… "Trying to overpower us with sheer numbers after realizing you're nowhere in our league?" Giotto scoffed at the indignant look on their faces. "Go ahead and try. I'll even give you my blessings."

His arrogance warranted him a punch in his stomach, which Giotto had already foreseen and tensed his stomach muscles to lessen the blow. He grinned smugly at the seething leader of the Curcuma Famiglia and cracked his finger joints threateningly. "A fight's fine with me," Giotto spoke as his eyes gleamed orange. "I needed a stress reliever, anyway."

Giotto was ready to pounce and start an all out war with the Curcuma Familgia until he was literally picked up by his collar and thrown sideways.

His eyes met with the steel grey eyes of Hibari Kyoya that was prickling with withheld anger. "What did I say about finding that herbivore?"

Giotto blinked, momentarily distracted from his fight with the Curcuma Familgia. "To find him and get the hell out of here and never come back?"

Hibari looked positively livid and before Giotto knew it, Hibari had aimed a tonfa at his head. With a resounding thwack, Giotto felt the cool metal collide against his temple and he felt pain erupt from that particular spot. "Get going and stop causing trouble here in Namimori. Leave these herbivores to me."

Giotto blinked once, twice as he held the bloodied—his blood—tonfa in his hand.

Cue grin.

As Hibari turned to face the leader of the Curcuma Familgia, pointedly ignoring Giotto, Giotto decided that maybe Hibari was a good guy.

Or good enough to beat Giotto's enemies up for him, anyway.

"Herbivore," Hibari's voice was laced with irritation as he indicated to the weapon in Giotto's hands. "Return me my tonfa."

And Giotto laughed like never before.

Giotto cursed under his breath as he spotted another man clad in black hiding behind a building. Behind him were another three, desperately chasing after him in the crowds.

It was during times like this that Giotto was grateful for his nimble body which allowed him to squeeze himself through the crowds and lose his pursuers easily.

And it was also during times like this that Giotto despised the fact that he attracted trouble like bees to honey. Why were there so many of the Curcuma familgia members chasing him? Wasn't Hibari supposed to be dealing with them?

His frantic thoughts were interrupted as he felt someone grasp him arm. Panic welled up within him as he roughly yanked his arm away and sped up his pace. Who grabbed me? Which one was it? I didn't see! It's too crowded; there's too many of them. He cursed once more as he pushed his way through the crowds. This is bad; I didn't expect the Curcuma Familgia's forte to be pursuing targets…

He distantly heard his pursuers yell out something in the bustling crowds, to him or to their comrades, Giotto had no idea. All he knew was that if he didn't find Tsuna soon, he would regret it forever. With that thought in mind, Giotto determinedly slipped past the crowds and changed his direction. In these sort of situations, the best solution…

Giotto's eyes lit up as he saw a bar, the neon lights flashing and beckoning him from a meter away. There!

He used his remaining strength to push his way through the crowds, as quickly as he could, so that his sudden change of direction could not be seen by his pursuers. He mumbled soft apologies as he hurried towards the bar, using brute force to push the people away.

He casted a quick glance to his pursuers and smirked when he found them still, unmoving and confused in the middle of the streets. They lost me.

He heaved a soft sigh of relief as he slipped into the bar, the bells jingling, signaling his entrance. Loud music blasted its way through his ears and Giotto grimaced at the strong smell of perfume and body odor. He caught sight of several performers gathering at an area near the main stage and he made his way past them soundlessly.

He grinned when he saw the back door. Now that he had successfully lost his pursuers, he can go find Tsuna. He reached for the handle of the door, twisted it open, and stopped dead in his tracks.

Before him stood about at least twenty-five burly men all dressed in black. He immediately turned, aiming to run back into the bar and slip back into the crowds, and realized that there were another twenty-five of them standing behind him.

He was surrounded.

Giotto cursed Hibari for all he was worth—Hibari was supposed to take care of all these small frys— and shifted into battle stance.

He didn't have time.

In an instant, five of the men were knocked down and Giotto landed a flurry of attacks on his pursuers. He managed to dodge a punch here, a kick there and land some blows on their faces until a flash of orange lighted up the dark streets and broke his concentration.

He felt a strong grip on his wrist, preventing him from landing another strike on his pursuers. He then turned to see a brunet, with calm orange eyes and a bright burning flame on his forehead, standing in front of him.

"Stop hitting my men, Giotto."

Giotto faltered and gaped. "Tsuna?!"

The flame on Tsuna's forehead slowly snuffed out and Tsuna loosened his grip on Giotto's wrist. He turned to look at his—badly—injured men apologetically. "Sorry about that; I didn't expect him to attack."

The men dressed in black suits only bowed before the brunet. "Anything for you, Decimo!"

And to say Giotto was flabbergasted by the outcome of these events was an understatement, to say the least. He watched as Tsuna dismissed his underlings sheepishly.

"They were your men," Giotto spoke slowly, staring into Tsuna's eyes.

Tsuna was silent before he nodded cautiously, and Giotto groaned. "God damnit, and here I was, running and fighting and panicking like a stupid blond all because I thought they were enemies!"

Giotto sighed as Tsuna's underlings scurried away from the bar. "How did you know I'd be here?" He asked, if only to start a conversation.

Tsuna blinked and let out a short laugh. "Oh, that. Hayato and I figured that if we chased you with our men, you would try to slip into the crowds to lose the pursuers. With your current situation, you wouldn't want to waste more time trying to bring them down. When being chased by pursuers in a crowd, the best method is always to enter a shop nearby so that the pursuers wouldn't know which shop you've gone to in the crowd."

Giotto blinked. "But there were many shops in the streets; how did you know I specifically went into this bar?"

"I guessed the neon lights would have grabbed your attention. And you would look for a shop with a back door you can exit from. Like that, you would have a better chance of escaping from your pursuers and then looking for me since you would be in a different street."

Giotto let out an amused huff and ruffled Tsuna's hair. "You know your stuff, huh," He teased. "As expected of the Vongola Dec—"

And then Giotto stopped.

He stared at Tsuna's head, where his hand was supposed to be. His hand was a faint, translucent outline and he could actually see every strand of Tsuna's hair through his hand.

Giotto silently withdrew his hand from Tsuna's head, because if that wasn't creepy, then he didn't know what was.

"Giotto?"

Giotto was sure Tsuna knew of their limited time together by the slight crease on his forehead, the downward tilt of his lips, and the defeated look in his hazel eyes.

"You're leaving soon, aren't you?" Giotto thought it was more of a statement than a question, but he nodded his head nevertheless.

"Yeah."

Tsuna seemed to ponder about something before nodding his head. He looked up to Giotto, eyes shining with something Giotto couldn't place a finger on, and smiled brightly. "Accompany me to the park?"

2345 hrs

"Hibari will be fine," Tsuna reassured as the two of them strolled through the park. "He's practically a fighting machine; those guys won't be able to defeat him that easily."

Giotto felt a bit skeptical; surely Hibari won't be able to singlehandedly defeat a whole lot of fully armed men? "But it's one against a whole gang."

"If you're that worried, I can have a few of my men head over to check out the situation." With a wave of his hand, Giotto saw a few shadows detach themselves from the trees around them and leave in the direction they had come from.

Giotto blinked. "You had your men following us?"

"It's standard protocol," Tsuna replied with an amused shrug. "Anyway, there's none of them left now. You and Hibari are good friends, huh?"

Giotto let out an awkward laugh. "Not exactly. We made a truce," he explained.

"A truce?"

"Nothing important." Other than the fact that he kicked me out of Namimori. "Anyway, why the park?" Giotto questioned, changing the topic.

Tsuna smiled ruefully, before answering. "You'll see."

2350 hrs

As they walked, Giotto found his surroundings becoming increasingly familiar. Before long, the duo stood in a very familiar spot.

"This is the place where I found you," Tsuna finally spoke up, breaking the silence between them. Giotto tore his gaze from the patch of grass before him and turned to look at the brunet.

Giotto stayed silent as he observed Tsuna's features. He watched as Tsuna pointedly chose not to meet his gaze, and continued to speak. "I thought this would be a fitting spot to… You know…"

Giotto swallowed a lump in his throat. "Say our goodbyes?" He supplied, his voice hoarse.

Tsuna gave a slow nod, and Giotto noted how Tsuna's fists stayed clenched by his sides, and how his bottom lip was trembling.

His attention was diverted as he felt a warmth against his chest. Looking down, he realized the Vongola ring he was wearing around his neck was glowing a soft blue.

When Giotto looked back up, Tsuna was already staring at the ring with a defeated look in his eyes.

2359 hrs

"So I guess… This is goodbye?" Giotto's words voiced what both of them were thinking.

"Yeah." Tsuna's voice wavered and he looked so small and vulnerable standing before Giotto that Giotto felt an overwhelming urge to hug him.

Too bad he had no arms.

They stared at each other for a while before Giotto suddenly found himself in a warm embrace. "Tsuna?"

The arms around him only tightened and Giotto felt Tsuna bury his face deeper into his chest. There was a wet dampness soaking into his clothes, and Giotto felt his chest constrict. "Tsuna?" He called again, softer this time.

Tsuna stayed buried in his chest for what seemed like an eternity before he lifted his head up, sniffing slightly.

"Giotto?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

It took Giotto by surprise and all he could muster was a shocked 'eh?'. Before he could even coherently think of a suitable reply, he felt Tsuna's nimble fingers tangle in his hair and bring him closer.

Their lips met in a desperate kiss and Giotto felt Tsuna's fingers clutching his hair in a tight hold, as if he was never going to let him go.

Tsuna's lips were warm and soft, and he kissed with a passion and aggressiveness Giotto had never expected from someone with such a sweet personality.

Giotto wasn't sure if the salty tears he tasted on those lips belonged to Tsuna or him.

He felt how Tsuna's lips moved against his, how their bodies were pressed so closely together that Giotto could feel the thumping of Tsuna's heart in tandem to his own.

And he wished that he could hear the steady rhythm of Tsuna's heart forever.

They parted with a soft gasp and watery eyes and Giotto found himself enshrouded in blue light. Barely being able to see through the blinding blue, he realized that his upper torso was translucent.

Tsuna was staring at his upper torso with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. With a melancholy smile, Giotto leant down and gave Tsuna another quick kiss on the lips.

"I love you too."

The ring flashed brighter, enveloping them in a brilliant hue of blue.

0000 hrs

When the light faded, Tsuna was left standing alone in the park, a tingling feeling lingering on his lips.

Immediately, he felt a sense of loss, yearning for the warmth that Giotto had once provided. His fingers twitched instinctively by his side, being used to holding Giotto's hands.

A single tear fell as he turned to leave. He felt the cool metal of the anklet press against his leg; his only proof that what he had with Giotto was real, and not just a figment of his imagination.

Knowing that he would never be the same again after this, he smiled bitterly.

Goodbye.

When Giotto opened his eyes, he found himself in a room he had grown accustomed to after many years. Polished, wooden bookshelves lined the walls, and in front of him sat his desk that was strewn with paper. And sitting on top of all those paperwork was a familiar chocolate cake.

He was back.

Which also meant he wouldn't be seeing Tsuna ever again.

Just the thought of that made him feel like breaking down into tears on the spot.

The candle had burned down to a stub, indicating that he'd only been gone for a few hours. Giotto morosely plucked the stub of wax off the cake, and stared blankly at it in his hand. He hated this sense of normalcy. It was as if Tsuna never existed. Technically he didn't, in his time, but he didn't want to let Tsuna's memory become nothing but a distant dream.

"Hey, boss! We're back!"

Giotto snapped out of his thoughts as he recognized the voice of his right-hand man and the chatters of his other guardians from behind the door.

He watched as G and the rest of his guardians burst into the room, apparently having settled the matter between the two feuding famiglias. "I hope there's still some cake left for us!"

Giotto laughed. "Of course," he said, cutting the cake into equal slices, before handing them out to his guardians.

They ate with such a fervor and Giotto wondered if they had all skipped lunch and attended the meeting between the two famiglias. Unaware that he had said his thoughts out loud (a trait he'd probably picked up from Tsuna), he heard G confirm his thoughts. "We all wanted to get it over with as soon as possible to celebrate your birthday with you."

Giotto, at that point in time, felt considerably happier as compared to when he was sitting alone at his desk. He began eating his slice of chocolate cake, and marveled at how it tasted so much like the chocolate cake from the café that he and Tsuna had visited.

As they ate, G tilted his head, studying Giotto. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"The earring. You weren't wearing it today," G pointed at his right ear.

Giotto looked down, to where the brilliant orange jewel touched his shoulder. The earring Tsuna had chosen for him was still there, the only memento of the soft-spoken brunet with chocolate brown eyes, a tremendous power hidden in its depths.

Vongola Decimo.

His Tsuna.

"Oh, nothing. Just a birthday gift from someone. You don't know him," Giotto replied airily, smiling.

Only G noticed how the smile never reached his eyes.

And that's it for A Wish Through Time! Thanks for those who stuck with us for the three chapters even with our horrible updating schedule. Hope you guys enjoyed the fic and God bless! :)