A/N: I was bored, and I was inspired, spent my useless time writing this instead of other projects. But I really licked this concept and really love this chapter. Enjoy!


The first.

The first time Dino meet his Sun Guardian, and later on his best friend was a moment of chance as they collided with each other in his backyard when he was 10 years-old. Which shouldn't have been possible considering Dino's backyard was literally a mountain and a forest, surrounded with followers that patrolled every inch of the place 24/7. But it happened as Dino screamed like a little girl, tripped, face-planted down the hill, and proceeded to roll like a tumbleweed-gone-wrong. And when he managed to at least control his rolls to a slide, he saw him.

The boy came out of nowhere from the bushes, his small form landing in a crouch in front of his path, standing indifferently to brush the leaves from his white cotton shirt that looked abnormally pristine considering he just came out from a dirty bush. The boy looked to be his age, raven hair looking brushed and clean, their locks looking shiny from underneath the sun. On the other hand, short thoughts was meant to be short as the Chiavarone panicked at the sudden appearance and shrieked, "Watch out!"

The boy reacted, snapping his head towards his direction, only for his bright golden eyes to widen in complete disbelief and practically screaming 'oh crap'. The newcomer tried to scramble away from his path, which was a vain effort as Dino tripped like the clumsy fool he was, colliding with the boy and sent them both flying to the side. They tumbled in heaps of limbs, sliding to a stop on top of the grassfield and after a stunned silence, they both groaned.

It was Dino who recovered first considering this has happened over a billion times and scurried frantically towards the boy who lay a meter from him. The boy looked up in a daze towards the skies, his earlier white shirt and trouser that looked unmarred from anything now looked dirtied from the collision, which was nothing compared to Dino's grass streaked face.

"I'm so sorry!" Dino yelled, shuffling towards the boy in concern. "It was just- you came out of nowhere, and I- I'm so sorry!"

By now, Dino was close to tears, ready to apologise a million times over, which was cut short when the boy laughed. Dino froze in confusion as he watched the boy laugh, rolling over on his stomach and banging the ground in sheer hilarity. Dino wonders worriedly if he somehow damaged the other's mental health.

The boy ceased his laughter, amused golden eyes staring into his as the stranger plopped his elbow up, cheek on his fist. He grinned, "That was the most hilarious thing I've ever been glad to experience!"

Dino blinked, brushing a hand through his hair and concludes that yes, he did damage this poor boy.

The raven haired frowned, "No, you did not. I'm perfectly fine."

What?

"Did you just read my mind?" Dino questioned flabbergasted, brown eyes widening in shock at the smaller.

The boy rolled his eyes, sitting up and folding his legs in a criss-cross, "No. You're just easy to read."

Dino took offense to that as he pouted, "Am not!"

The boy smiled, "Are too!"

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Fine!" Dino shouts, throwing his hand up in defeat before he fell for something even more stupid.

The boy laughs as he stands, giving a calm smile with vivid eyes that seemed to burn bright and warm like the sun, and sticks his hand out towards the other.

"The names Nicholas, may I know the name of the clumsy hill-slider that fate happened to throw at me?" He teased, and Dino lowered his gaze towards the hand stretched out towards him.

He returned the smile as he reached out, grabbing a hold only to gasp in surprise. It was if a fire burned through their grip, a warm pulse growing in trembling size as it warmed through his body, leaving him feeling for the first time genuine contentment and so, so much happiness. The grip between them tightened, and it was as if suddenly something clicked between them, an unbreakable bond manifesting through a soul to another. Brown eyes watched in awe at their joined hands, his other free hand unconsciously gripping his shirt by his heart, savoring this warmth growing in his chest.

Dino snapped his head up, brown meeting golden that showed the same degree of amazement and shock, and just overall happiness.

"You…" Nicholas whispered in hushed excitement, golden eyes brighter than ever before.

A giggle erupted from the smaller and Dino couldn't help but join in as their combined happiness sounded through the field. However, before Dino knew, he sniffled as the first pricks of tears cascaded down his face at the sudden onslaught of emotions he was feeling. Nicholas seized laughing as he looked wide-eyed as the young Chiavarone sobbed quietly.

"W-what's wrong?" The boy asked in panic and concern over his Sky, shaking lightly on the blond's arm.

Dino hitched his breath, rubbing his tear filled eyes with his sleeves as a trembling smile looked towards the grass.

"I'm just so happy." Dino choked out, reaching out to bring the smaller into a tight hug.

To say, when Romario first found them again with an overkill of a squad behind him, he had not been expecting the young don to be crying his eyes out while a black-haired child patted Dino's head in comfort. In fact, Romario nearly had a heart attack at the sight- all of his followers did too, and proceeded to rush them. Dino still remembered how Romario cried with tears of joy when he found out that he finally found his first ever guardian and the entire squad joined in. To say Nicholas was rather disturbed was an understatement, he was downright creeped out by the bawling men twice his age, and back then Dino couldn't help but laugh at the expression.

When his father found out about the news, and Dino remembered because it was one of the last moments of strength before he succumbed to a bed of illness, hoisted him high in the air. They spun and laughed and cried as his father told him how proud and happy he was for him. Back then, Dino had never felt more loved or overjoyed since the time when he was informed of his father's eventual demise.

After that, Nicholas visited the mansion quite regularly- more than regularly, and would spend time together to hone their newly harmonized bond. And in those times, Dino learned a lot from his newfound Sun. Nicholas was a violinist, a goddamned good one for a 9 year-old as he managed to serenade the entire female staff in under a day and continued to claim his uncle could have done it in an hour, which was hard to believe. At that time, Dino didn't know who exactly the uncle was, but he should have been less surprised when he witnessed the killer instinct Nicholas had with firearms, especially the hand guns.

But of course Dino freaked out when a baby came to his house, declaring to be his new tutor as well as the uncle to Nicky, a rather fond nickname that grew on him. Dino might have gawked at the baby, Reborn, and spoke out loud of his doubts about his identity, only to be threatened a death sentence with the 'if you put my nephew in any harm'-talk. He was quite sure Nicholas could have taken care of himself just fine back then, considering he did traumatize a group of kidnappers with only a 5 minute talk session, and didn't even use a single bullet. But at the very least he knew how they were related other than just their guns or charms; they were both a bunch of trolls.

Though, compared to Reborn's grueling wake up calls, Nicholas was much milder. He just liked to play tear-jerking violin music whenever Dino despaired over his sudden satanic training program, and for an unforgiving moment, sang the entire You Raise Me Up song from Romeo and Juliet. Nicholas even had the audacity to cry out 'where is my Romeo' and reenacted the entire death scene of Juliet while he lay lifeless on the floor after a torturous training. Though, in all honesty, Dino treasured those moments.


Nicholas Sinclair was his Sun Guardian, his first one.

Dull golden eyes looked at empty air as the night cast shadows over his lifeless face, the fragments of the crystal glasses surrounding him like mocking fireflies that shone an ominous red from the devouring flames. Crimson seeped through the earth beneath him as three unforgiving bullet wounds were lodged onto his chest, no longer gushing the red stains of life as it felt cold under his touch. His hands, once warm and toned to grip the handle of his bow, was ice with tattered skin.

He was the first to pass.


A/N: Was not satisfied with one of them. Buggered me. Urgh.