A/N: Okay! Hi guys. I am back from the dead. -tonfa'd- Haha. Oh-kay! Kidding aside, I had some free time in my hands and typed this and another for Vongola Idol. And here's the deal for you and for me. I will start to follow some schedule if sort in updating. And I plabned to update every two weeks, one chapter per story. If not, two chapters on one story then one in the other. Depending on which plot this puny mind of mine will decide to think of. Haha. Anyways, I'll try my best to stick to that plan. :)

Next! If you had gone and read my profile, I had decided to cancel High School Catastrophe. But I also decided to still use the title and the plot in another story. Minus the OCs as the main character and some changes here and there. So yeah. Here is the first chapter. Don't forget to Review! See you guys in two weeks. :*

Summary: Sawada Ieyasu, better known as Giotto, was the designated tenth heir of the greatest mafia group in the world; Vongola. And together with it brings danger to him and his family and close friends. Trying to balance his normal life and his newfound one, he was shaken by the sudden appearance of a teen younger by him, who look almost identical to him, tipping his balance off. AU! GiottoxTsuna

Disclaimer: If I owe KhR, it wil be turned into a Tsunayoshi harem minus Takeshi just because HE IS MINE! -tonfa'd-

Chapter 1 - Dreams and Cherry Blossoms

He could feel hands touch him everywhere. Even with his child mind, he had figured that he was not safe. Something in his mind told him that he shouldn't have followed the man who proclaimed to know his father. He should have followed his... Intuition? Subconscious? Whatever it may have been called. But he did not take heed of its warnings and look where his curiosity and naivety had brought him.

He wanted to scream for them to stop but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out from it. Only large bubbles appear like whenever someone tried to speak under water. Was he really underwater? If so, then why could he breath fine? He tried to open his eyes, and yes, he could see, expecting it to sting his eyes but no. He strained his ears but heard nothing but eerily silence. But he knew that if there were any sound, he could perfectly hear it. Only his mouth seemed to have a problem.

When he tried to open his eyes, he could see blurred silhouette of people in white and black background. Or maybe it was the other way around? He couldn't figure it out even after squinting his eyes hard. The men were surrounding him, and only by then did he noticed the straps around each of his arms and legs, holding him immobile to what he presumed a bed.

'What's going on? Why am I here?'

Then he felt something sharp stab him but for some reason, he couldn't pinpoint where it was specifically stabbed for his whole body ached with it. He felt more than heard himself scream. He wiggled into the bed but the strapped held him in place. Also, the hands that grabbed him as he struggled was also an indication that his small body couldn't escape that easily.

Then everything stopped. The pain all over his body numbed in a dull pain. He roamed his eyes around and was stunned by everything. Hands were still holding him but it stopped changing its grip like it did every now and then. The body on the left side of his head, who was moving a lot unlike the others as if ordering people to get him stuff stood immobile from his place. It awed him to no end, disbelieving that time actually stopped.

But when he opened his eyes after blinking them in confusion, he was startled to meet caramel orbs. He could not see the face of this person as a whole. Only the eyes seemed crystal clear to his own eyes, in contrast to what he could see everywhere from earlier.

He squirmed a little, getting uncomfortable with the brown eyes staring at him. He couldn't hold it down for it was like those brown eyes could see deep into his soul, assessing him and revealing all of his deep, dark secrets. He felt too exposed. And he doesn't like it. He then realized that he reverted back to his true age, his teenager body. Hence, explaining dark secrets any child wouldn't hold.

Though he felt weird in a different way. His heart was pounding erratically, like it was attempting to jump out of his ribcage. He felt warm inside and he could feel something flutter inside his stomach. He could have compared that feeling of wanting to vomit but it was definitely not that kind of feeling. What he's feeling right now was like when he was given a gift for his birthday. Or when he spend his time to play with his friends. Or whenever his Mom would smile at him warmly, pat him in his unruly but soft locks, and tell him how much she loves him.

Despite feeling as such, his mind contradicts to what his heart felt. Unlike the warmth offered by his hearth, his mind screamed danger like when he was walking then abruptly stopped just in time when something screeched in his mind and large iron bars fell a few feet away from him. Or when he knew he was about to get hurt in going to the place his friend was taking him. If he hadn't stopped and suggested a different place, they would have been burned into crisp. His mind screamed that whoever owned those warm caramel orbs, he was someone who would bring a great danger to his life.

He was woken from his stupor when those owlish brown eyes blinked some time, before the body came rushing into him with a killing intent so intense and wild, he could feel it from miles away nipping in his skin. When the body was merely few feet away from him, he opened his mouth and let out the scream he had held in since the beginning.

He woke with a start, sitting up from laying down from his bed. Cold sweat roll down from his temple down to his cheeks and chin. He was panting so hard as if he had ran from in a marathon. Sky blue eyes roam around, surveying his surroundings for danger and trying to locate where he currently was. His eyes saw familiar dark blue curtains, some light sipping out from the gap, indicating that it was early in the morning, and was currently in his own room. No danger in the vicinity and it help him relax his tense body.

The teen rake his pianist slender fingers on his blond hair in attempt to soothe his bed hair while trying to remember his dream. Coming up with nothing but blank thoughts, he heaved a sigh and moved towards the end of the bed to get up. At this rate, he couldn't return to sleep, or rather, sleep would not return to him. He started to make his bed like usual, a neat pile of pillows and straightened his crumpled blanket. When he was about to move towards the bathroom, a knock resounded from the door followed by a deep baritone voice calling out to him.

"Get up, Giotto. Breakfast is almost done so get ready in fifteen minutes or I'll eat your share."

The shadow from beneath the gap of the door disappeared as he said that. The blond sighed and thank whatever was up there that his spartan tutor decided to not harass him this morning. Not that he was 'tortured' by his tutor when he was already awake. For some reason, his tutor would know when he was awake or still comfortable under his warm blanket. And the latter had given him enough bruises to hurt half the day. Dealing and living with his tutor for almost two years had given him enough information of how to lessen the sadistic streak of his tutor. With a shake of his head, he walked to his bathroom and decided to start getting ready. After living with him for two years, he had also come to know that he was taking his every word very seriously.

Once freshened up and dressed in his perfectly iron uniform, the blond went downstairs to have his breakfast. As he descend the flight of stairs, the usual lively blabber could be heard from the dining room and he couldn't help but chuckle at this.

If not after meeting his tutor two years ago, who suddenly appeared on their doorstep, stating that he was 'his' tutor, and including that he was the greatest hitman present, he wouldn't have ever imagined that his Family would grow to how it is at present. He had his close friends and with the knowledge of him becoming the Tenth Boss of the well-known and ever tenacious Vongola, it only strengthened his relationship with them, and also added more people in his current family who now became as important as the first. He misses his peaceful days but the lively days now wasn't unwelcome.

As he enter the dining room, his eyes landed on the back of his Mom, who was facing the stove, a pan on his hand and spatula at the other, cooking what he figured from the smell some bacon. She was humming a soft tune stated that she was having yet another good day. His eyes move to the table where he saw a man, slightly older than him in a complete black suit, and yellow undershirt and black tie. A fedora sat atop his head hiding his spiky hair and half of his face with the way it was tilted downwards. Wide yellow eyes blinked at him and he smiled at the green chameleon that sat on his tutor's fedora. A steaming cup of what he presumed his beloved espresso sat on top of the table in front of him.

Then a loud shout almost made him jump in surprise if he had been what he was two years ago. Now, getting startled by such simple thing would get him shot. A mop of curly black hair greeted him on the far end of the table and was currently wearing a cow jumpsuit, away from a certain hitman. He was shouting how great he was and demanded for something sweet later on from his Mom. Green eyes sparkled in delight when he was given an affirmative reply and it had settled him down a little, knowing he would get what he wanted later.

Seated on his right side was a Chinese kid, black hair tied into a braid, and wearing red robes originating from her country and black pants. She was glaring her already slanted eyes towards the loud afro kid about demanding too much even before eating any breakfast. But she, too, had settled down when promised to be given a share of her own.

Beside her, was another young kid, older by two years, chuckled at their antics. He was silent but would speak now and then when he considered necessary. His presence served as a balance to the two fully energized body and always warned them whenever they had gone too far. A large book was always tucked near him, never leaving it unattended. He smiled at them warmly before entering and gracing them with his presence.

"Good morning Mom." He greeted as her Mom turned away from her cooking and throw a warm smile at him from her shoulder.

"Good morning to you too, Gio-kun."

"HAHAHAHAHA. Gio-nii! Bring me some candy later after school!"

The Chinese girl scowled and turned her face to the other. "Lambo can't have too much candy. It's bad for teeth!"

"But I want them!" The afro kid loudly whined, earning a glare from a certain hitman. It sent shivers down his spine and immediately clamped his mouth shut.

"Ne, Lambo-kun, I-pin is right. We can't have too much candies or we would develop cavities." The brown haired kid pointed out.

"No cavities would scare me! I AM THE GREATEST LAMPO!." A click of the gun was heard and he quickly quieted down again.

Giotto shook his head at this. 'Well, it sure is a normal day.'

"Now now, I 'will' get some pudding for you guys if you behaved all day, alright?" He said as he sat down at the chair beside his tutor. "And Reborn, stop pointing Leon at them. It scare the kids."

He smirked at the blond and took a sip from his cup of espresso. "It would miss the whole point then." He placed the cup back to the table and slid his black orbs towards the teen beside him. "And you're many decades behind to order me, Giotto." Or so he says, but he let the green gum morph back to its chameleon form and crawl back up to his fedora.

Then, a warm mug of coffee together with a plate of his breakfast was placed in front of him and he smiled in gratitude up to his Mom who smiled back. The others had been given their share as well and they started eating. His Mom sat at the other end of the table.

He was nibbling on a slice of bacon when his Mom asked him something. He glanced up in question, clearly having misheard her question.

"I asked if you're ready for your first day."

He swallowed first before chuckling, his deep velvety voice reverberating to his chest. "Of course, Mom. It's not like it will be literally my first day."

She blushed a little but giggled to herself as well. "Oh, I know that. But what I meant was, it's your first day as a senior. How time pass by so quickly. I remember how it was in your first year in high school when Reborn here appeared and became your tutor."

'Not that I needed one.' He silently mused. At the contrary, he was at top of his class and year level. He is also an athletic person, and could practically play any sport he could. He was also talented enough, could play some instrument here and there but he never mastered any of it. With such talents, he was elected as the Student Council President for two consecutive years, and this year will be his last. But Reborn still insisted that he needed a tutor, and Nana, his ever accepting and welcoming Mom never question people and let him in their lives. It was then that Giotto found out about the Vongola Family and his connections tonit. How he was a descendant of the founder and first boss of the said vigilante group. He had other competitors but sadly, they were assassinated, leaving him and another competent heir.

Being a boss of the best mafia group has its ups and downs. He had met a lot of people, enlarging his circle of family and new people for his Family, but then it had brought enemies as well. Assassinations was one of it. He had experienced a lot of it since childhood but they merely brush it off as bad luck, no more, no less. After meeting Reborn, he had found out otherwise. Aside from that, it also brought fights for the ring and for who suits best to rule the group. He and his friends (or his Guardians) fought to their hardest to reclaim their stake, and fortunately, they had won. With Giotto's social skills, one year was enough for Xanxus and the rest of Varia to trust him and to cooperate with him, one way or another. With that, it had impressed Reborn greatly and new that his student would make great deals and would gather reliable allies in the near future.

"Also, is your speech ready?"

"Of course, Maman. Giotto should have it ready or it will sullen his reputation as the perfect president of Namichu." The certain hitman answer for him, and offered him a sly smirk as he tilted his fedora down.

The blond grumbled under his breath but decided not to anger the hitman. "It's as Reborn had said. Everything is fine Mom. You don't need to worry." He smiled his gentle smile that could melt the hearts of well, every person in the range that would see it. With his face a slight similar to Nana, a physique like Iemitsu, his father, but not as bulky as his Dad's; he was lean with enough muscle here and there, he was fairly one of the most handsome student in Namichu, if not on top top the list.

With his breakfast gone and finally finished, he grabbed his plate and placed it on the sink. He grabbed the bento wrapped in a light orange cloth and placed it inside his bag. With a one hand hug to his Mom, and ruffle on the kids hair, and a nod to his tutor, he bid them goodbye and went out to walk in the streets of Namimori to his school.

Giotto, who walked in silence to school, enjoyed the peace he had in this fine morning while it last. He knew that once he entered the school premises, the noise and chatter was inevitable. Not with his friends surrounding him all day. It wasn't enough that they were packed and squeezed in one class, but he also had them as his Student Council. He doesn't dislike spending time with them. But one could handle so much without snapping. As Reborn had said, he has a reputation of being the perfect president and also known for his long and stretched patience to handle anything. But behind doors with his friends enclosed with him, it was just too much to handle and his bearings would snap, with his friends on the receiving end of his terror and sadistic ways. 'Damn, Reborn is starting to rub off of me.'

He silently thought, amusement lacing his thoughts. No one would ever thought that the Saint Giotto would start acting like the Demon Reborn they all know. But, one wouldn't stay so innocent and pure that longer with Reborn there to sully his attitude once or twice. And having that attitude would help him keep his friends at bay. Just thinking about the damage they would have cause if he did no such thing would bring him to one migraine after another. He would be left in his pool of shed tears.

With spring halfway on its peek, the cherry blossoms started to bloom, its light pink hue creating a nice view as rays of sunshine shone upon them. The soft rustle of wind would cause some of the petals flutter down the pathway, wafting people of the sweet fragrance it offered. Contrasting the cloudless blue sky, the view was just astonishing and breathtaking.

Soft chatters of students talking and greeting one another reached his ears as he neared the school grounds. A few people nodded and greeted his way, and he made sure to return them in the same manner. A few would just gawked at him, a blush creeping on their cheeks and he had distinguish them as freshmen or transferees. He offered them a small smile, darkening the already red hue present on their faces, some even reaching their ears and neck. He couldn't help but chuckle at such innocent reactions.

He could now see the gate of Namichu a few feet away from where he was walking. Sooner or later, he would be encircled by his friends, asking how he had spend his spring break. The peaceful aura surrounding him will shatter in a matter of seconds when his personal bubble will be invaded by his so-called guardians.

Upon entering the gates, he heaved a relieved smile that he could relish a little longer to this harmony. His friends were nowhere in sight, guessing that he had came earlier than anticipated. So instead of making his way to the lockers, he made a detour and decided to visit the large sakura tree in the school's yard. The tree was placed just before the wide field of Namichu where their PE were spent during sunny days and where different sports do their morning and afternoon practice (well, the ones that required to be out in a field). During times like this, he spend some time just chilling under the shade of the large tree, gazing at people who pass by. The tree was a few yards away from the building so a few people would walk close enough to acknowledge his presence.

He let himself be taken by his feet to the familiar path, casually walking to his destination. He still have his bag with him, slung over his shoulder, and his other hand kept inside his pants' pocket.

He was a few feet away from the tree when a sudden strong gust of wind swept across him, a lot of petals swirling around the air. His fringe, which was kept long and he had forgotten to cut, swept over his eyes, making him shut them tightly until the wind settled down. And when he did, he slowly opened his eyes. And the sight beat the cherry blossom in contrast to the blue sky he had seen earlier.

In front of the tree was a young teen, standing with his right arm stretched upwards, as if he tried to catch a fallen flower in his grasp caused by the strong wind earlier. His brown hair was swaying against the wind still blowing, but not as hard as earlier. His school bag was left laying on the ground, forgotten. There was akin to a halo of light that surrounded his form or it was just Giotto's eyes playing tricks on him. The petals fluttering down upon him was not helping his mental image either. The sight was overwhelming.

Then the teen slowly turned towards him, as if sensing his presence from where he stood, and blue eyes met maybe the most beautiful and warmest caramel eyes he had ever seen in his entire seventeen years of living. And the blond's breath was literally taken away from him.