Hello there everyone, it's been a while! It's been a year since I last posted any form of fanfiction and I know I have people who are waiting on updates for my other fics but I'm really not in the mood to write them. I've been concentrating on improving my art instead of writing so if you'd be so lovely as to visit me on deviantart my name is Kiaraz. Although I haven't written anything in ages my writing style has improved so I hope you all enjoy it.

Now just a few things before you read ahead. This fic will be 1827 as the main pairing but will have onesided 5927 and possibly past 6927 if I can be bothered. Also Tsuna will have 3 brothers in this, from eldest to youngest they are: Giotto, Dino and Fuuta. Their fathers are all Iemitsu but only Giotto and Tsuna will be full brothers, everyone else is half brothers.

~Enjoy.

"Damn herbivores," I growled in frustration at the cries of merchants and the drowning buzz of life that so easily snuck into my room through thin walls and plentiful cracks, a string of curses followed only to be muffled by the soft depths of my pillow. I rolled over, pulling the sheets high above my head in a feeble attempt to block the rays of sunlight that shone through random cracks in the faulty wooden shutters that haphazardly block the light. Some people might call them rustic or quaint, but I can't see the deteriorating panels of wood and blaring chipped blue paint as anything more than junk. Stupid things didn't even do their job right.

Deciding it was pointless to fight against the unyielding light, I begrudgingly left the comfort of my bed and made my way over to the source of my discomfort; carelessly throwing my sheets across the floor in the process. I cursed under my breath at the unnecessarily long time it took to open the rusty hook of the shutters and slam them open. Instantly I was attacked by the blinding light of the sun and a sudden blast of humid air. Spring had only just arrived; the thick layers of snow from that unusually cold winter had finally melted revealing hopeful buds of bright colours that speckled the lush countryside. I brought my hand to my brow to block the glaring sunlight, I squinted my eyes as I slowly became accustomed to the sudden light. My ears rang at the blaring noise of the streets below. Goddamn herbivores don't know how to shut up. It's early, the sun is being the biggest bitch, and I'd much prefer to be back in the comfort of my bed in peace and quiet than forced to wake up by this ruckus.

I looked down the wall to the cobblestone road below. The walls of the building were starting to crack in places, whatever paint that had once decorated the walls had long since weathered away leaving an off cream colour in its stead. Just like every other godforsaken house in town. An army of ivy had attacked the bricks within the first few weeks of Spring and I angrily pulled the weed from the walls that had gotten too close to the already unstable shutters. At least I was one of the few lucky ones who could afford my own home. It was just a small building, two stories and a ground space that could barely be considered reasonable. But it was a place I called home none the less, and there were many people out there far worse off than me. Those families that are constantly the topic of gossip around the streets, who somehow fit families of twenty or more within smaller houses than mine, or worse, those without homes.

It was tough times, I can ensure you that. The rich and elite were screwing all the lower classes over but they were too naive to realise; the government and law enforcers nowhere to be seen, blinded by a veil of money.

Splashing some water on my face and fixing up my slight bed head, I started to prepare myself for the day ahead. I pulled on a fresh white shirt over worn pants. The hems of my pants were frayed and haphazard stitching and patches up the legs served as a constant reminder of how futile my attempts to stay decent were. My formal wear was stashed away somewhere safe, but even they had the occasional fray or off stitch. Deciding it was still too cool to brave out underdressed, I flung a tattered brown leather jacket over the top. Tucking my tonfas and a small knife into my belt and wrapping a small leather coin purse around the belt, I left the small building I called home. It was best not to walk without a weapon these days, especially not with my line of work. I work as a body guard of sorts, where law enforcement and those who swear to 'protect' fail. Work usually involves escorting or protecting certain goods or people to the will of the highest bidder. I occasionally get a job that's less than virtuous, but whatever puts food on the table and a roof above my head is good enough for me. I hated being ordered around but with the situation at the moment, I didn't really have much choice.

The streets were full of people, small makeshift stalls scattered the roads, desperates trying to make an extra buck. Well dressed ladies walked the streets, chuckling condescendingly at the worn out faces and tattered clothes of those around them. They smirked cruelly behind petite hands and open fans. I bet they never worked a day in their lives, they don't know the meaning of hard work. As they approached me they gave a flirtatious giggle and a wink, I grunted disdainfully and ignored them. I would rather starve than join their types.

I headed off in the direction of a bakery just down the road. It was only a small business and the baker's family had to work extra jobs to make a living but the food was delicious and the family was happy, at least enough to not let their bad situation get to them. I always saw them smiling and joking around, it was one of the reasons I frequently visited them.

As I walked I noticed a makeshift shelter propped up between two buildings a few metres down the road from my house. Boxes were stacked up between the gaps and rags were piled in what I assumed were makeshift beds. A large thick sheet of canvas was awkwardly hung above the shelter and extended onto the street, cascading over a few poles in a tent-like fashion. A rickety table was set up; in the centre a hooded figure sat fumbling a pile of cards between their fingers. Another hooded figure stood out on the street attempting to talk to passersby however he obviously had no social skills as he was stumbling over his words. His high pitched stutters could barely be heard.

I leant against a nearby building and watched the small figure. His small fingers clumsily clutched a coin purse in front of him. Admittedly it was kind of cute watching him stutter and shy away, also it was always a good idea to keep an eye on any new businesses in my town. I averted my eyes to the cloudless sky, I've always hated calm weather it was far too unpleasant for my tastes. Cloudy swirls of grey had their own monotone sense of beauty which I enjoyed. I was too engrossed in the sky to notice the little merchant had received a new customer that was anything but agreeable.

The well dressed gentleman, well I couldn't really call him gentle, was yelling loudly. His harsh condescending voice caught my attention. I looked over and saw his tall plump frame towering over the merchant's far smaller one. His bushy eyebrows furrowed as he yell at the boy, calling all attention to them. His insults ran throughout the street. I frowned. Sure the boy may not have been the best of salesmen or the most graceful person out there but he was trying his best and that was no reason to call him "worthless filth" or worse. I could see the boy's fear in his body language, shoulders were tense and risen and the boy shrunk back into the tent. The man didn't stop yelling. When he raised his arm I knew it was time to step in. I couldn't accept any disruption to the peace in my street.

My hand barely fit around the man's wrist but in a second I had him restrained. With only a small amount of force to twist his wrist I had the man on his knees begging to be released and furiously apologizing. And he called the boy filth? In my opinion, his kind was the worst of them all. Eventually I released the man when his shrieks began to resemble that of a pig's and he started to sweat profusely. The pig ran away, stumbling over his feet.

I turned to the boy, still cowering within the tent. I sighed before I held my hand up in a gentle beckon. It took only a few seconds until the boy slowly began to make his way out of the shadows. When he was within reach I tenderly grabbed his arms and checked for any signs of harm. I marveled at how soft the skin felt under my fingertips. As self sufficient as the weak herbivore appeared to be, he was just that: weak. In need of protection, and I took it upon myself to help the poor citizens of this town. Call me Robin Hood if you like but this is the closest I'll get to kindness. After concluding that there was nothing wrong with the boy I graciously lowered his arms. Pulling back the brown fabric of his hood I expected to see a bony wimpy kid with starved cheeks and black rings under his eyes but what I was greeted with was rather unexpected to say the least.

Large innocent eyes stared up at me, pristine amber depths gazed curiously. The golden amber orbs reflected the light and I swear in that moment I didn't hate the sunlight as much as I thought I did. His heart shaped face maintained its childish innocence yet I could see the beginnings of a mature grace. Unruly auburn hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, looking soft to touch. Similarly his rosy pink lips looked just as satiny soft; he held them slightly parted as he breathed in the air we shared with our close proximity. It took me a while until I realised I was staring so intensely. Slightly embarrassed, I took a step back and averted my eyes. "So what are you selling here anyway?" I asked in a feeble attempt to break the awkwardness.

Amber orbs closed into crescents as the boy smiled gleefully. "A few odd jobs and stalls now and then, today we're telling fortunes!" He explained with a joyful tone.

I could feel the edges of my lips turn up slightly at his excitement.

"Sorry, I don't have any material possessions I can thank you with but if you want, my brother and I could tell your future for you?" He looked up at me expectantly.

Although I wasn't a fan of any of that superstitious, supernatural mumbo jumbo but who could say no to this boy. I nodded and with a grin from the boy, was led towards the table within the tent and sat down on the rickety stool. I noticed that one leg of the table was propped up by a large book. Behind the table was another boy, probably a few years younger than the amber eyed boy. He had a thick scarf wrapped around his neck but the rest of his clothes that I could see under his cloak were more holes than fabric. "Hello," He said between giggles, "I'm Fuuta and I'll be telling your fortune today!" He flung his hands in the air in an over excited fit of joy.

The boy went on to shuffle and deal the cards for me, each intricately decorated and hand painted. I wasn't paying much attention though. My eyes were focused on the amber eyed boy. He was now wandering around the sides of the tent organising something or other. Occasionally he'd look over his thin shoulders at his brother or me; whenever our eyes met he smiled cutely. "There will be a big change in your life. You will meet someone who will open your heart and change you forever be it good or bad I can't tell but all I can tell you is that they will become an indispensable part of your life." Fuuta finished, as shown by a big yawn followed by another grin which I'm starting to think runs in the family.

I could hear the amber eyed boy giggle from behind the younger; his melodious laugh filled the tent before being lost into the droning buzz of the streets. How I wish everyone else would just shut up so I could listen to that sweet sound. I thanked Fuuta and complemented him on his professionalism to which he smiled again and beamed at me in pride. I bowed and thanked them, placing a few spare coins on the table despite the offer of free services and with one final glance at the elder boy, turned and left. I was barely a few steps out when I felt a warm hand grab my forearm to stop me. I swung around only to become lost within the entrancing depths of the boy's amber eyes.

"Thank you," his sweet voice sung again, "I really owe you for helping me today, and for encouraging Fuuta. We were both beginning to feel discouraged lately; we're not exactly the most useful of people and are always relying on my eldest brother." The brunet looked down sadly, his gorgeous enchanting eyes drowned in the shade before he gasped and looked up at me. "Sorry! I'm rambling, I do that a lot!" He apologised and giggled awkwardly

I let my lip twitch upwards in a small, it's-okay smile to which he looked grateful for.

"U-um, here" the boy stuttered as he grabbed my hands and forced something between my fingers. He held my hands between his much smaller ones for a few seconds. "D-d-don't take it too strangely," He looked away; a blush covered his hold face, dusting his ears with a light shade of pink, "It's a thank you...for everything." The boy bowed his head respectfully, grinned and skipped away, back to his brother.

I looked down to my hand still tingling from the boy's touch. In my palm was a small dark pink rose protected within my hands. The dark pink shade softened to a light coral orange colour in the centre. I looked up to find an angel with amber eyes waving enthusiastically at me and I felt myself smile fully for the first time in ages. I turned and walked away with a smile on my face and warmth that filled every last corner of my body just from looking at that angelic smile.

A dark pink rose, a symbol of gratitude.

Wow...that was long. I thought it was too short while writing it so I kept adding more... Oh well, so long as you enjoyed it...you did...right? *teary eyes*

Anyway because it's been so long since I wrote anything and this is a new writing style I'd really appreciate it if you could give me some feedback, criticism etc. Is this smooth and easy to read or did you have trouble etc.

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