I don't own KHR

Chapter-1

Giotto yawned loudly while standing up from his desk; finally all the paperwork was done. now he just had to escape from the luxurious office before G dumps another pile of paperwork on him again, he thought sourly about the last batch, he had been cooped up in his office for hours trying to catch up with all the paperwork and his body sure didn't like it, he missed being out in the open air so with that thought in mind he sneaked out of the office as quietly as possible he needed some fresh air dammit! And if any of his guardians saw him he won't be getting it, looking around stealthily he spotted G talking…more like shouting to some poor person on the cell phone, Giotto sighed in relief 'Great now's my chance' a smug grin creped on his face and finally after a lot of hiding and hiding from the maids and butlers he managed to reach the front door of the massive mansion, Giotto scanned his surrounding again the coast was clear he dashed toward the front doors and out into the open air he almost did a little victory dance but stopped himself after all it was not quite flattering for his image, well he knew that sneaking out, and leaving the new batch of paperwork to G was not really mature and was really heartless but what could he do! He needed some time away from those damned evil…things…they call paperwork but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about it silently he vowed to himself that he will make it up to G somehow when he returns with that finally done he moved towards the town with a semi-clear consciousness.

Unbeknown to Giotto, G was standing a few paces behind him contemplating whether he should go drag his boss to finish his paperwork or allow him this small taste of freedom. Sighing mentally G finally decided that a few hours away from paperwork would do more good than harm crossing his arms he let out a tired sigh and turned back towards the mansion… G really didn't know which would manage to kill him first his boss…or paperwork.

Giotto was happy, he was really happy, almost as happy as a five year old whom you just gave candy (^_^')… he was practically beaming, the town he was currently was really beautiful, the buildings looked as if they came straight from a fairy tale it had a historic taste to it despite all the disguised technology around it, Namimori was one of the most breathtaking towns he had ever seen, and he had seen a lot, so that was saying something it was a really peaceful town it was very rare to see someone who got robbed or killed in this town it was also rare to find any homeless people or children around Giotto simply loved it, right now not many people were around after all most responsible people would be in their workplaces doing their jobs right now. (Giotto: oy!) Anyway back to story…

After a lot of wandering around aimlessly Giotto finally decided to head towards the market place, the place was unusually empty today, so he simply decided to enjoy the peace, which was interrupted rather rudely might I add when something…I mean someone bumped into him, and that someone was sent sprawling towards the hard floor. The figure was that of a child no older than eight, the kid had long brown hair that defied all laws of gravity and a rather dirty and tattered looking clothes, he was currently rubbing his sore backside while muttering a soft "owie" the kid was holding into a plastic bad as if it was a lifeline.

Giotto being the kind and compassionate man he is bent down "are you alright kid?" Giotto asked while offering his hand toward the little child.

The child snapped his eyes open and looked at the blond man in front of him his already large caramel colored orbs growing larger, the boy stood up abruptly bowed his head lightly muttering a soft "sorry mister" and tried to dash away…now the key word here was 'try', Giotto didn't know what possessed him but he held onto the child's wrist (he still couldn't decide whether this kid was a boy or a girl) the child looked back at him shocked, and Giotto was for a second lost in those caramel colored eyes the eyes held a sad look in it a look that told the man that this child had seen a lot of things that a child his age should not even know, for some reason he pitied the kid, a kid he knows nothing about, But before Giotto could do anything a yell from behind interrupted him.

"Stop that damn kid he stole my bread!" the gruff voice shouted

The kid's eye widened in panic and in a surprisingly strong pull he managed to pull his wrist from the blond man's grasp and started running away.

"This way Tsuna!" another young voice said and both Giotto and the small brunet's eyes snapped to look at the source of the voice to find yet another young boy with messy black hair and soft hazel colored eyes his clothes was at the same state as the other kid tattered and dirty the kid, no known as 'Tsuna' seemed relieved and ran toward the taller boy and the two of them disappeared into an alley.

Giotto stood frozen in his place the kid, Tsuna, looked exactly like him. A few paces behind him the baker was panting, unable to continue his chase after the little runt. Finally Giotto decided that this was enough for today, and managed to make his way back toward the mansion in a dazed state, the little kid's haunted caramel eyes never leaving his mind. he decided to ignore it for now it's not like he would see the kid ever again…right?

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-kit-