A/N:I finished my rewritten version of God is Always There but this time no Prologue. I completely rewrote this first chapter so even if you read the original please read this and marvel at how different God is Always There is now. This new God is Always There is going to be somewhat like a series of one-shots. All centering around the same characters and the same AU plot but the order won't be in a story sort of way. Chapter 1 is about the first time Tsuna meets Giotto.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Chapter 1 Summary: Sawada Tsunayoshi is starting to give up on life but after a visit from his ancestor, Giotto, he decides to take life in a new direction.
God is Always There Remake: Chapter 1
"Wait for the lord, be strong and take heart and wait for the lord" Psalm 27:14
A young teenage boy named Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't have the best life and every night he would pray to God. However, Tsunayoshi never got what he wanted. He didn't even ask for much all he asked for was to be average. He was below average in almost every way possible and more. Tsunayoshi always got failing grades, he was terrible at anything athletic, and he was a target of bullying. It was no wonder he prayed to God in hopes for those prayers to come true but they never did. Tsunayoshi thought God hated him.
It was a typical day at school and lunch time was just around the corner which didn't matter to Tsunayoshi. His lunch was already stolen from him earlier that day. He sat at his desk in his classroom boredly looking out the window. At this point in life Tsunayoshi was used to his constant abuse. It wasn't that bad anyways. All he had to go through was a little teasing from students and teachers. Every once in a while he'd have to deal with people stealing his lunch or beating him up but it wasn't that often.
Tsunayoshi knew his life wasn't that bad compared to others. In fact he was sure he got the bare minimum of bullying someone as useless as him could get. His life wasn't even good at home. His mother, Nana, gave up on believing in him too. She didn't believe he could accomplish anything. At this point she was preparing for him to live with her the rest of his life.
The lunch bell rang and Tsunayoshi stood up from where he sat and moved his way out of the classroom. No one cared or even dared to stop him. At moments like these Tsunayoshi knew he didn't have life that bad. Normally, when people get bullied they would have it happen practically all day. Tsunayoshi always had a moment of freedom during lunch and afterschool. The very time of day most people would have it the worst.
Tsunayoshi walked up the stairs to the school roof. This was the first time he came up here. No one was allowed up but he went anyway. He didn't care if Hibari-san came to beat him up. He was used to it. Although, he never got beat up by Hibari-san he got beat up by practically everyone else.
He sat at the far end of the roof. He looked up at the sky wondering what he should do. Life was so meaningless at this point but he wasn't the type to do anything drastic about it. Sure, he thought of it but he didn't want to do any of it. It'd make his meaningless life even more meaningless. He needed some kind of meaning to life. While staring at the sky a random phrase came to mind, "Hold my hand and help me?"
It was a strange phrase that came to mind. He looked forward. He saw a strange orange flame in front of him. He looked at it questioningly but dismissed it. He decided it was from lack of sleep that he was envisioning this.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi?" a voice asked. The voice came from the flame. This was getting weird. First was a flame and then a voice? He didn't accidently take in any strange substances, right? Tsunayoshi was at the point of questioning himself.
He could see it now a detective hovered over him with a flashlight directed to his eyes. The light was bright. He tried to refrain from closing his eyes. He squinted looking into the eyes of the familiar detective. The detective scowled at him, "What substances have you consumed in the past day, Sawada Tsunayoshi?"
"All I had was milk, officer," he pleaded. He didn't do anything wrong. Why was he getting questioned?
"You can not lie to me, I am you!" the detective said. Tsunayoshi looked at the detective shocked. No wonder he looked familiar! "I'll have my associate look through your files! Just tell me the truth!"
"I really only had milk!" he sobbed. Why wasn't he believing himself? He noticed from the corner of his eyes that the associated walked out of the shadows. He was holding a file and looked just like him!
"He's telling the truth! He only had milk at 7:55," the associate him said. Has the angel in him come to save him from himself?
"There you go! It was the milk! I knew it was a bad idea to drink milk just before running to school! No wonder you were late," the detective him said.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi?" the voiced asked again. The voice was starting to worry since Tsunayoshi was blankly staring but wasn't responding. "Are you okay, Sawada Tsunayoshi?"
"This is a dream," Tsunayoshi said when he snapped back to reality. The flame was still there and didn't leave. This was a dream, right?
"No, Tsunayoshi Sawada this isn't a dream," the once flame turned into a familiar looking person. Definitely a dream. Definitely a dream, no doubt, a dream. "I'm your great (x a whole lot of greats) grandfather," he said. Definitely a dream. No doubting that. "I came to help you since those words you spoke were the key to see me," he continued. Dream. Dream. Dream. Dream. "Tsunayoshi Sawada or should I say my grandson, do you understand?" Dream.
"This is a dream," he said again. He denied it as if his life depended on it because it probably did. If this was real he would probably be considered crazy if he ever told anyone about it. This was definitely a dream.
"Fine, Tsunayoshi," his grandfather said, "This is a dream. I am your great (xa whole lot of greats) grandfather and my name is Giotto. I was sent by God to speak with you if you ever say the phrase 'hold my hand and help me' and you did. So here I am in your 'dream'. You can think of me like a guardian angel that will come to you if you ever call."
"Dream..." Tsunayoshi repeated like a broken record. It was as if he had to continue saying it or this would became real. He didn't want that. Definitely didn't want that. "I thought God hated me."
'Maybe it's because you keep saying dream,' Giotto thought. He looked at Tsunayoshi with a smile, "Of course God doesn't hate you. He doesn't hate any of his children. He loves and wants to help them all," his grandfather said.
"Why'd it take him 14 years to send you to help me?" Tsunayoshi asked. He didn't like the fact that 'God' could have sent his 'grandfather' over to help him all this time but didn't. He was suffering because he was different and no help was sent.
Giotto looked at him, "You see when I was alive I wasn't the best person. I was a member of the mafia. So, God told me if I help one of my descendants all my sins would be clear. Not everyone actually get's the chance to get help from their ancestor like you."
"But why did it take so long?" Tsunayoshi asked again unsure if his 'grandfather' even knew the answer. He was completely avoiding to answer the question or he didn't understand.
"It was one of the conditions God laid out. He said I had to wait several generations and until you said the phrase you said earlier I'd be sent to help," Giotto said happy that his grandson no longer said the word dream. "I didn't question him since if I did I'll be not in heaven."
"But why that phrase?" Tsunayoshi asked unsure if God even made sense of it. It wasn't like he was ever going to say that in his life… but he did. Why he did wasn't clear but he still said it. No matter how out of character or cheesy it was he still said it.
"I don't know God was the one who picked the phrase," Giotto said. Why was his grandson asking so many questions? It was great he was curious but this was taking too long. 'I bet my guardians didn't have this hard of a time to introduce themselves,' Giotto thought to himself.
"I guess that makes sense," Tsunayoshi mumbled to himself. However, he didn't think it made any sense at all. "So, how are you going to help me?" he asked.
"First like the phrase, hold my hand," Giotto said reaching out his hand to the young boy. Tsunayoshi raised an eyebrow before taking the hand of his grandfather. The moments their hand touched the memories of Sawada Tsunayoshi replayed into his mind.
Tsunayoshi memories of the past week fluttered into his mind. As he watched he noticed that he was slowly improving in life. He didn't have as bad of a life as he thought. He noticed that all his prayers were getting answered slowly but not all at once. He even got a few extra marks on his last test but he didn't notice. He was too busy pitying himself that he hasn't noticed how much he was changing. He wasn't getting completely better though. He was getting more and more anti-social. He was getting more and more hateful toward life.
"As you can see my grandson," Giotto said after letting go of Tsunayoshi's hand, "God has been helping you all along. I'm going to help you to be more social and like life more. I'm also going to help you become smarter and stronger but from the shadows. If you ever need my help call me and I would come immediately."
"Alright," Tsunayoshi said. He decided to accept Giotto's help to change his life. Those memories made him think a bit about his choices in life. He needed to change and they only way that was going to happen was with the help of someone. He had no choice but to admit this was not a dream.
"That's great Tsunayoshi! Let me tell you your first goal," Giotto said happy that he finally finished getting Tsunayoshi to understand. He was about to tell Tsunayoshi what his goal was when he started to disappear, "Well, maybe next time… You can't call me again today. You can only call me once a day. When you call use that phrase."
Tsunayoshi nodded. He got up and walked off the roof before Giotto completely disappeared. He wasn't planning on calling his grandfather again. He was going to just ask his mom to get him a tutor and maybe a counselor. Dealing with the supernatural wasn't something he actually wanted to do. Also, there was no way in the history of the universe that he was going to say THAT phrase again. Definitely not.
A/N: Thank you for reading!Did you enjoy reading the first chapter? If so, please review, favourite, and follow for more. Just as a heads up chapter 2 might be about Giotto.