Hi, I'm QueenRaven04 and I'm back with a oneshot with the same idea of 1stGen!Parents and 10thGen!Kids. I like this idea very much and while I was watching the KHR series again, I just wondered why nobody ever dared to pair G with Lavina?

Oh well, this is just a thought and an experiment if GxLavina is shippable.

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G Still Knows

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When Lavina died, G didn't know what to do.

It was a lot better when she first succumbed to the arms of death – at least for a few days he got his mind off the pain and sadness and focused on planning the funeral instead. But now that the ceremony is done – he didn't know what else to do.

Giotto and the others are probably trying to calm the kids and put them to sleep. Kyoya, Mukuro, and Ryohei tried their hardest to look okay all throughout the funeral but G knew better. They're probably confused on why the women of Vongola died right after the other.

First it happened with Alaude's wife – who died during a raid. Her death was the one nobody ever predicted. She was strong and wise, one who could even defend her own from the most of them –traits that made the infallible Alaude fell in love on the first place.

Then Ryohei lost his mother who died on an ambush. She was thought to be a spy for Vongola inside another Famiglia's town. And her death was the reason, the young boy was under his Uncle's care.

And Mukuro's mother, Elena is still alive but it was heart breaking to see the tough, brave boy cling so hard on his mother during the funeral. He would not admit it, but the Vongola Guardians knew that he was scared, like he knew his mother was to be taken next.

It was bloody frightening to even imagine the pregnant wives of Asari and Giotto be next. It was even more scary to even think if they could make it alive before they give birth to the kids. Now, even Lampo is hesitating if he should marry his love, Sophia. Hesitating because he knew that if he marry her, the possibility of her death will be too close.

To know that your wife will die – that is a fear that could shake even the toughest of men. It's like a curse, G thought as he stood up from his seat and started walking to get out of his dark bedroom.

There were no servants in the hallway, it was past midnight after all. He walked like a lost soul and didn't even think that there was still a probability that he could get lost on the newly built mansion.

Physical pain – he encountered many of them, especially after he joined his childhood friend, Giotto, create their group of vigilantes. Fear – he lost that feeling long ago for courage had made its imprint on him since the start of his time. It was one thing for G to not feel anything, he expected the numbness; but to know that the fear and the pain exists – it shook him to his core.

He entered a room he knew fully well – how could he forget? This was a place Lavina poured her love for music. Poured her love for him.

The room was oddly cold now that Lavina no longer uses it – it used to burst with sunshine and laughter or at least that's what he felt when they played together. Not many knew that the Vongola's Storm Guardian and the feared Right Hand Man played an instrument.

But he does – and he enjoyed it most when he played the piano with his wife.

Every note seemed and felt like another promise between them – one that closed the deal of love and eternity. One that led to their marriage and her death.

Now, G couldn't even find the courage to even lift the piano's lid. He frowned. The piano used to play an important role between them. It was the one that led G to meet Lavina but now, it looked like a monster that took his love from him.

If he didn't marry her, Lavina could have been alive now.

It was excruciating that he was a suspect in her untimely death.

Then, a sound echoed through the walls of the room – one that entered through the open doors. It was an annoying sound – irritatingly disturbing even if he could compare it to the music he and Lavina used to play. Who was he kidding, no maestro – no music would ever compare to the melody he and his wife made before but to the shadows of G's soul, he found the waling eerily calming. As if that sound was attempting to comfort him.

He followed it; turned a few corners, entered a few doors and then, he finally found himself in front of the nursery.

Of course, G thought with slight amusement, how could I forget?

He entered the door and found some candles lit and managed to illuminate the room, but the darkness and the shadows were still there. Strange how the room could picture the situation of me right now. He added before he approached the busy nurse.

She was overly blessed in her body, and she had a few age spots and laugh lines on her face but she was trustworthy. After all, this woman helped them raise Kyoya and Mukuro when they were but babes in arms.

And now, "How is he?" G asked before he looked down on the woman's arms. She was small and reached only his chest but before her, G could only feel small and childlike.

"He's a temperamental one." The nurse said with hints of slight annoyance and amusement in her voice. "He's crying every time the candles die out but I guess I should not be surprised especially if he had the Vongola's Storm as a father."

He had the decency to smile for a bit and look ashamed. He knew what the woman didn't say. She was annoyed with him. Who wouldn't? G asked himself. If the baby didn't cry, he could have continued on his walk without even remembering the reason why Lavina died.

Childbirth.

Some would say that Lavina was lucky to die in such a normal way – unlike the other Vongola women who died from the blades of their enemies. His wife died in his arms, unlike the others who passed away without a familiar face to hold unto.

But what made her death so like the others was that – it hurt pretty badly. And it hurt G so much that he even forgot his own son.

The woman gave him a slight glare, as if reprimanding him for his mistake. She knew. Everyone knew that out of the Vongola Guardians, G has the last place in the Father Material ranking. No one should even do the official ranking, one should only look and give out a similar conclusion.

"Well, he'll cry again in just a few, so why don't you be with him for a while." She put the babe on his crib and started walking.

The sound of the door opening was the only thing that woke G from his thoughts. "Um, where are you going?" He asked. The woman snorted and said, "I'll get some new candles and probably go and get some fresh milk as well."

The Storm could only look confused and worried – this was the first time he would be alone with his son. Oh for god's sake, this was the first time he could even officially meet him.

"Be careful with your babe, Storm." The woman suggested. "He's temperamental, that one – unlike the others. But all babes, anyone is scared of being alone."

When the doors closed G could only look deep inside him. Anyone is scared of being alone. It was true for even the Vongola's Mist and Cloud knew the fear of solitude. One drunken night, when the seven of them were sprawled on the living room with liquor on their hands – the two Guardians admitted their fear.

The fear of solitude. Death didn't even place within their circle. But another fear rose inside the two of them and they also voiced them out in an attempt to share it with their most trusted friends and comrades and to comfort themselves from their curse.

It was the fear that their deaths would bring the same fear of solitude to their sons. Again, it was one thing to die – but the two father's now worried for who they will leave behind.

Their world is one of continuing bloodshed.

But their sons are still small; Kyoya and the others recently turned two.

And now, looking at his not even a month old babe he felt the same fear.

He was so immersed on Lavina's death that he forgot the baby also needed the same comfort. Unlike the other children, his son wasn't able to enjoy the warmth and love only his mother could provide. And unlike the other children, their birth caused a celebration their fathers provided.

But his son – his son wasn't welcomed by anyone, not his mother and most especially not his irresponsible, heartless father.

A father who ignored his birth and focused on his own selfish hurt.

G could only be angry at himself. His son could have been scared as well having no parent to hold him in their arms in an effort to calm his cries and occasional tantrums.

A sound.

He approached the crib and took a big breath. The crib was filled with red satin and ribbons, if he wasn't so depressed at the moment, he could have praised the designers who picked it for his son. It was only fitting for a Storm's son to drown in red, though he meant that in a much better situation and not the evil, blood red he was cursed to sink in.

His son was looking at him expectedly.

G had to hide a gasp. The babe look almost like him – from the shape of the eyes, to the curve of his nose, to that stubborn mouth and even the slight angling of his jaw. The boy will grow to be an exact copy of his father though he did inherit his mother's rare silver locks and forest green eyes.

G smiled. He'll grow into a fine young lad. He reached down and was surprised that the boy caught a finger with his hand. He held G's finger carefully, as if astonished to the stranger's appearance.

He was so delicate and small that G immediately felt a tightening in his chest. How did he ignore such innocence?

The babe finally let go of his finger, but this time, he raised both of his arms – indicating that he wanted G to carry him.

The Storm wanted to gather his son on his arms but the problem is – he didn't know how. "Sorry, boy – Papa doesn't know how." He gave his son an apologetic smile. But the boy only frowned and continued on reaching out.

"You really are a temperamental one, eh?" G said in an amused voice – the first time he actually felt anything aside from depression after Lavina died. He patted his son's fragile head and quietly said, "Papa doesn't want to drop you now, so just stay there until nana comes back, yeah?"

The boy playfully glared – like he understood what his father told him, but refused to follow them. So he did the most logical thing any babe would do if deprived by something they really wanted.

He cried.

A loud, stubborn cry.

G, who was previously enjoying his son's company and the silence around them, stepped back in surprise. Now, what does Elena do with situations like this again?

"Calm down now – " He waved his hands on his son in a struggle to keep his son quiet. He even remembered to try tapping his son's hip in an effort to lull him to sleep. But the boy wilfully raised his arms and continued crying – really wanting to have his father carry him.

"Aish." G sighed and gave up. "Alright, alright – but if I drop you, don't you dare cry out again, okay?" The boy only lowered his wailing a few notches but did not stop his wailing and he did not drop his small arms yet.

So G, thanking his photographic memory, tried to carry the small boy – imitating the way the other Guardians carry their sons. Arms cradling his son.

The boy quieted down but continued his hurtful pant though he had a thumb stuck on his mouth.

"You're just so stubborn, aren't you lad?" G asked his son. He was slightly irritated but overly amused, especially when he remembered the loud and stubborn cry his son created.

It was like the relentless stream of attacks that never falters – exactly like a furious Storm. G tried biting his lower lip to hide the growing proud, fatherly grin. It was like an irritating, baby version of his element.

When he could not hear nor feel signs of his son's stubborn tantrum, G patted his son's back, signifying that he wanted to tell him something. The boy only tilted his small head – trying his best to look at his father.

"Your Mama died, son." He started. "You're too young so you'll probably not remember her but don't worry, Papa will never get tired in telling you stories about your mother."

G started rocking back and forth, remembering how Elena danced her way to lure Mukuro to sleep. It was sloppy, but he's trying his best.

He'll do his best starting from now.

"She's very beautiful, you see – you got her silver locks and her green eyes, but don't worry. You won't end up so feminine when you grow up." G told him. "It's a bad world here, son. The family we borne you into isn't that very clean but you'll like it here, I guarantee you that.

"Also, there will probably be more brothers than you have now so you won't have to worry about getting bored here." He said before looking down to find his son staring back at him with observant and drowsy eyes.

"Ah, so now you're sleeping on me, aren't you?" G asked before he laughed at his son's sudden, annoyed movement like he was already talking in an aggressive tone, shut up, old man – I'm sleeping where and when I want.

And then, the unexpected happened – G laughed, for the first time since Lavina died.

His son gave a small, sleepy smile. The boy looked smug, proud that he was able to make his father laugh.

"Wow, look at you – like a proud, new dad." A voice made G turn but he already knew who he would find leaning on the doorframe. "Giotto. Why aren't you asleep?"

Giotto could only shrug as if telling the Storm that he somehow felt him stirring and decided to wake up and comfort his Guardian. "I heard the little Storm stirring but I didn't know you'd be here before me."

G snorted, and continued rocking his son to slumber, "As if."

The Boss smiled and approached his Guardian. He was amused actually. Amused to see his most, eccentric Guardian rock his son to sleep – like a furious storm settling down to calm his own. But, above all – the Sky was happy to see his Guardian getting out of the depressing shell he trapped himself in and finally notice the babe in his arms.

"He's going to be a Storm too, G – just like you." G looked at his friend and understood what he meant. "I know." He replied – he doesn't need to see his son draw out an angry, resolved Red Flame to know that his son inherited his Flames. "He cried so loud earlier – he'll be a fine Storm alright."

A silence reigned after he said those words – both of them knew what the other wanted to say. Both knew the fear of the other but none of them would want to make them real. "Giotto?" But G was the more fragile between them at the moment – he needed the assurance and the comfort.

If not for him, at least for his son.

"Do you think I can do it?" G looked at his son, who was now asleep and enjoying the comfort of his father's strong arms around him. Giotto only smiled, but out of all of them – he has the best Intuition. "You can do it. You faced enemies without fear and though many would say you're the heartless, merciless Storm they think you are, I know best that you have in you a loyal and loving heart.

"You'll provide your boy here the protection, guidance and love he'll need." Giotto said before clasping his friend's shoulder with his hand. A silent assurance between close friends.

Between brothers.

"And remember, if your love isn't enough – the whole family is here." The Boss added and suddenly, G felt a new resolve to continue on his life.

And this time, he'll continue with his son and this eccentric group his friend called a family.

"And if it's still not enough," a familiar voice disturbed the conversation between them, and the nurse entered again with a bunch of new candles and a bottle of warm milk. Giotto smiled and G grunted, "Maybe naming your son will do."

The Sky looked at his Storm, "Seriously, G? You haven't named our little Storm yet?"

"Well?" G uttered…

"Hayato?" G irritatingly called at his naughty child as he roamed the second floor of the mansion. It was time for the kids to have their afternoon naps, but unfortunately his son managed to escape his maids and hid somewhere.

G looked around, opening one door to another with an angry, irritated resolve to find his brat. It has been four years, and Hayato did manage to fulfil his promise when he was younger.

To become the furious Storm that never rests. Only at this time, G meant it in a more literal meaning.

Then, he stumbled upon a room he tried his very best to not enter ever since his wife died.

The music room.

Doooo…

"Hayato?" He called out again with the authoritative voice a Right Hand Man and a father would have. "What are you doing here?" G asked.

There – he saw his son, a small boy of three sitting in front of an elegant, dust-covered, white piano. Small hands randomly pushing keys in an attempt to make sounds come out.

"Papa, what is this?" His son asked, for a moment losing the naughty, aggressive tone on his voice to be able to express his thoughts with more curiosity. "I have never seen this before. It's pretty."

G could only focus on the tightening on his chest.

Not once, never had he imagined that Hayato would be able to be attracted to the piano. He thought he got rid of the room by forgetting it and letting the amount of paperwork and father duties consume him. But behold, his managed to open the closed room in his mind.

It happened before. G thought as he remembered how Hayato's wailing somehow helped him found his way out of the depression of losing Lavina.

And now, it was Hayato again who managed to let him remember, and hold on again to his love.

"Papa?" Hayato frowned, not liking the expression his old man was letting out. G looked at his son again and smile. Even though many had commented that the young boy not only inherited his father's good looks, Hayato also, unfortunately managed to get his father's stubborn, aggressive nature. But they are wrong. G thought. "That's called a piano, son."

For even the Storm learns how to calm down some time, after all – Hayato wasn't made with my blood alone. He has some of Lavina in him too.

For even though Lavina was the better pianist, and could have been the better parent, "Would you like to learn how to play it?"

Papa still knows.

Well, how was it? Did it work? Why don't you drop me a review and tell me about it?

Anyways, I hope I get back again with another new idea with the other Guardians this time, but for now, Ciao~