Title: His Son
Disclaimer: Must I do this? It already hurts so much. *sob*
Giotto knew the second he had laid eyes on his son he would be the best father he could. Those chocolate-colored eyes and that brown hair that spiked up in all directions. Those tiny little hands and feet. And that moment when their eyes met, warm brown to azure blue, he knew.
Tsunayoshi Sawada was destined for great things. He was sure of it. His little boy would grow up to be a strong and kind leader and be surrounded with all sorts of people, each one of them dear to him. People he could entrust his son to. And he was going to be there for it. Through thick and thin, Giotto would be there for him, encouraging him, helping him. And when a small, pink hand rose to touch him, he smiled. 'Now,' he thought, 'if only I could get him past Elena.'
Hah! No one ever gets past Elena! Poor Giotto. Anyways, this was a one shot, but thanks to all those faves and PMs, this has been continued! Look forward for more chapters to come.
~ForeverBlackSun