Me: Thank you, everyone, for the comments and I'm happy that you like the story. This is chapter 2. Thank you for reading. I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Chapter 2: The Bleeding Boy
Giotto di Vongola was a rich kid who moved to Japan to expand his studies. He had come to Japan 4 days ago. He had blond spiky hair, sky blue eyes and was very handsome.
He was walking home using the alley as a shortcut. He always saw rubbish, stray cats, and black walls. But today was different.
As he was walking home he saw a small boy that looked a lot like him. Giotto came up to the boy.
Giotto: Hey kid, are you okay?
The boy didn't respond. Giotto looked at the boy more closely, but only to see blood. The boy was injured and need to get medical treatment as soon as possible. Giotto's eyes widened at the sight.
Giotto took out a piece of cloth that he kept in his pocket. He put the cloth on the wound to keep pressure so the boy wouldn't lose too much blood. Giotto tried to pick up the boy but couldn't. The boy had a strong hold on the case that looked like a case for a violin.
Giotto lived in two story house. It was big but not too big. It had a kitchen and living connected three bedrooms and two toilets. It was welcoming and comfortable for Giotto and the quest.
He picked up the boy and the case. Giotto's house wasn't far from there. He carefully unlocked the door and brought the boy to the spare room. As he kept pressure he called one of his friends, Knuckle who was in Japan. He picked up.
Knuckle: hello Giotto, what's wrong?
Giotto: Hey could you come here, I need your help.
Knuckle: sure, I'll be there as soon as possible.
Knuckle was a doctor. After 10 minutes the front door opened. A man with short black hair, suit and a bandage on his nose.
Giotto: Knuckle, thanks for coming.
Knuckle: no problem, so what's wrong.
Giotto steps aside to show the poor boy.
Knuckle: did you do this to him?
Knuckle said in an angry voice. Knuckle went up to the boy and looked at the wound.
Giotto: no, I found him like this in an alley which I use as a shortcut.
Knuckle: could I have the first aid kit, please Giotto.
Giotto pointed at the bedside table that had the first aid kit, glass of water and some extra bandage.
Knuckle: so you have everything ready.
Giotto: yes, do you need any help?
Knuckle: no, can you wait outside?
Giotto: sure, just call if you need help.
Knuckle: thank you.
Giotto left the room so Knuckles could treat the wounds. After 4 hours of cleaning and bandaging the wound, Knuckles was finished.
Giotto: is he okay?
Knuckle: he is fine but I don't know if he is mentally okay.
Giotto: what do you mean?
Knuckle: when I was cleaning his wound, he had a lot of scars and there are the signs of a rape.
Giotto: what has he been thought, I feel sorry for him.
Knuckle: you might get your answer when he wakes up. Well good-bye.
Giotto: Thank you Knuckles and good-bye.
That night Giotto stayed beside the boy, until morning.
