Clam Chowder
KHR not mine. Head canons and weirdness abound. Unedited.
Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey
Nobody knows where the boy comes from. Naturally, they are all suspicious, but Daemon and Elena have confirmed that he is not an illusion, and there is such an air of sincerity about him that one cannot second guess it. It doesn't help that he looks so much like their illustrious leader. G's head aches.
All Giotto says is, "He's not mine," as he pulls the boy onto his lap. "What's your name?" he asks.
The boy tilts his head to the side. "Nani?" His voice is high and light. Even the way he waits is like Giotto. G knows his friend has no children but anyone who doesn't know him would be hard pressed to believe it.
"What is your name?" Giotto asks again, in Japanese.
"Tsu-na-yo-shi," the boy enunciates the syllables so carefully, it's almost like he sings them out.
"Tsu-na-yo-shi," Giotto repeats. "It's a heavy name for such a little boy. How about I call you 'Tsuna?'"
"You can call me that," Tsuna agrees and hops off Giotto's lap to go run for hide and seek.
G wants to tell him that it's no good. Giotto is the worst person to play hide and seek with; he always finds you. But for that same reason, he is the also the best; you are never alone for too long.