Thanks for reading this story if you clicked! This is my second Fanfiction story, but it was released about the same time.
The story is about the suffering of Giotto (Vongola Primo), and how he met his friends and created the Vongola with the intent of protecting others.
Giotto is in an adoption home. His parents dead from a fire. I know it didn't really make any sense. My friend made a lot of constructive hardcore criticism, so the chapter is going to be better now.
I will update about twice a week for this story, if I can get the chance.
Constructive Criticism greatly accepted. I need to write better!
Thanks to Hajimeru Rinko for giving me advice on how to write my stories. I will paragraph them now!
Giotto's Memories
Giotto stared past the broken rubble, gazing into space. Gazing into emptiness. Behind the 7-year old boy was his old house. The beautiful tile flooring, the velvet curtains, the majestic pillars, all destroyed... Everything Giotto held dear to him was gone. The walls were burned to only gravel. The lush gardens...now ashes. The horrible fate that had befallen the boy had stolen his most deared, loved thing in the world. His parents. The blonde boy had tried, he had tried so hard to get the pillar off them. He remembered the sweat that raced down his face, the giant flames that started to envelop them. "Honey...go. We love you!" were the last words Giotto ever heard from his parents.
A neighbor had seen the fire, and called the police. They had came and put it out, and a crowd of people had arrived on the scene. Among the remains of the destroyed mansion were the dead corpses of his parents. Whispers were murmured around the crowd. "That poor boy." "Is he all alone?" "They should have came earlier...maybe then..." People stood there, waiting for a long time. A TV truck came, and people hopped out, cameras armed at their side. Around the blonde-haired boy were many people dressed in red uniforms. One of them had walked up to Giotto.
There were several long moments of silence, and then the man sat down on the grass next to the blonde boy, and patted his back. "You all right kid?" Giotto took no notice of this. Collapsing on his knees, tears began to stream from Giotto's face. What happened? What happened?
