Another crash echoed in his ear and he feels shivers run down his spine. Tears slowly welled up in his green gray eyes as another scream echoed throughout his ears. This wasn't anyone screaming, it was his father.

"Now I'm going to repeat this once more." A masculine voice sighed. "Where is the brat?"

"L-Like hell I know." He heard his father wheeze out. Another crack was heard and a deafening screamed follow after.

"Can't we just kill this one?" Another voice whined. "I really don't want my shoes to get dirty."

"Not until the kid come-"A wheezing laughter interrupted him.

"Y-You think I care for the half-breed?" Soon he engaged into a coughing fit. "Kill him if I care, he is useless like his mother."

This struck him hard and unbelievable pain struck him. He could slowly feel his heart breaking. Was this the feeling of rejection? He had a hard time catching his breath, the pain was unbearable.

Without thinking he stood up and his silver gray bangs casting a shadow over his eyes, walked toward the room where his father along with the assassins were.

A gunshot echoed the house followed by a scream.

Prologue 2: Gokudera Hayato

G really needed his cigarette right now, but reaching into his pockets he realized he was out. Why did he need a cigarette? Well… thanks to Giotto decision of adopting Tsuna (it's not like he hate the kid or anything) it was his (G) responsibility of the right hand and best friend of Giotto, Vongola Primo to make sure that Tsuna name is not mentioned throughout the Underworld.

Letting out an annoyed huff, G stormed to the endless supply closet which stores his endless supply of cigarettes…to find-

"WHAT THE F***?!" G exclaimed as soon as he saw every shelf that was stocked with endless supply of cigarettes gone. Ultra Buy, Van Nelle, Sonoma, and Golden Gates gone! His teeth dug in his lower lip in frustration. He nearly rips out his hair right out the scalp. Even the ones he had asked Asari to buy from Japan, which was hard to convince the swordsman to buy, gone! His eyes darken as he reached for his trustworthy weapon that was hanging on his belt. Someone was going to di- pay.

"M-Master G?" The maid stuttered seeing G looking thirsty for blood. "M-Master Giotto a-asked me t-to hand th-this to you." The poor woman looked pale as a ghost as she shakily handed the piece of paper.

Raising an eyebrow he took the paper from the shaking hand of the maid, he wondered what was written on it.

The maid shivered when she felt G's aura darken and she flinched (biting back a scream) when G look at her… glaring holes in her as if she's the problem.

"Where's Giotto?" He hissed out, the paper in a death grip.

"I-In h-his offi-"G already left before she could finish the sentence. 'I have to quite this job; it's no good for my health.'

To my loyal friend & right hand man G

If you gotten this message, you must of found out your so called secret stash of cigarettes cabinet bare. Regardless that there is substance that could replace gunpowder, which we in dire of, in your cigarette, I would gladly make an exchange with you.

From your friend, boss Giotto

P.S: Talbot won't wait long you know.

~XXXxxxXXX~

Signing papers behind the large desk, Giotto could feel Tsuna's curious filled gaze on him as yet another stack of paperwork vanished. Of course wanting to impress the child, Giotto sped up the pace making Tsuna's caramel eyes widen in amazement.

"P-Papa signs paper fast." Tsuna observed. It still never failed to surprise Giotto that Tsuna would see him as a father figure, which he was grateful for. Because this meant Tsuna was opening up to him and not to mention slowly healing from the scars of the past.

"This way when I'm done, we could play in the gardens again." Giotto smiled at the child who beamed at that… not to mention he could slowly see his desk, which has been a while.

"Really?" Tsuna eyes sparkled. The boy wanted to bathe in the warm sunlight again and not to mention spend more time with Giotto.

"Of cour-"The door burst opened, splitters flying around and interrupting Giotto at the same time. Tsuna looked a bit frighten on the other hand Giotto cursed. 'Replacing the door would cost money, repairs would cost contracts and contracts equals to paperwork!' A cloud of despair formed over Giotto.

"Giotto!" G yelled not taking notice that Tsuna's in the room. "What the-"

"G-Good day G-san." Tsuna greeted the scarlet haired man.

"Hello." G greeted Tsuna back, then turning back to Giotto. "What were you thinking when you empty my life sticks and gave them all to Talbot!" G yelled not at the usual volume seeing that Giotto is overprotective of Tsuna.

"G they are shortening your life span." Giotto shot back then continued. "I have a mission for you."

The sun beat down on G as soon as he got down from the carriage. He winced at the bright sun that greeted him.

"Damn it Gio," G mumbled. "What's the whole point of having 7 Guardians when you can't even control them?" He let a low growl escape his throat when he saw village women who were currently shopping giggle and wave at him.

Oh why was he the one looking for the person causing havoc here? Simple it's because: Asari went back to Japan for the funeral of his once teacher, Knuckle was training, Lampo was… Lampo, Gelaro currently is with the Bertesca famiglia, Daemon was on another mission and Alaude was unavailable… like always.

"H-How may I help you sir?" The merchant greeted G as he approach the bazaar. G felt his current scowl deepen as the merchant winked at him.

'No.' G held that back when he remembered Talbot was inches away from turning his precious cigarettes into weapons. "The recent reporting of the robbery was this bazaar correct?"

The merchant seemed to brighten up at that and looked as if she was going to latch into his arm until one of the door of a bakery nearby, blew up splinters flying everywhere. Surprised yells escaped the people who were nearby and the baker's curse came from the bakery.

Wasting no time, G took off leaving the merchant to pout. She really liked the guy.

~XXXxxxXXX~

G could feel his stamina going down as yet he made another turn trying to catch the thief. From what he knows, the thief was short… really short and have silver hair.

'Nearly the same height as that Giotto clone...' He let out a curse and stopped seeing his path was blocked with fallen trash cans. Deciding the midget thief is still lurking around; G walked over the fallen trash cans and scrunched up his nose in disgust as the putrid smell reached his nose.

'I am going to kill you Giotto.'

He let out a smirk of triumph when he reached yet into another busy street. He couldn't no, wouldn't get caught especially by an old man who by all means have pink hair. Pink hair…really.

Walking away with the smile of victory, he crashed into someone and fell onto the dirt covered ground.

"How dare you crash into Boss?" A man dressed in a suit glared at him. "Apologize now!"

"Back down Enrico." The pudgy man ordered then turning to the fallen boy. "But I would like an apology boy." A smile formed on the pudgy man's face as he looked down at the gray eyed boy.

"The hell I'm apologize to a pig." The boy hissed out and he stand up about to leave until Enrico grabbed his arm.

"Boss is not asking you, he's ordering you brat." Enrico hissed out gripping his arm tighter.

"The hell I'm apologizing for something that I didn't cause!" He yelled back. "Let go!" With all his strength he manages to pull away from the death and ran off.

"Come back here brat!"

~XXXxxxXXX~

Stumbling out of the alley, G leaned against the wall to regain his breathing pace back to normal. He couldn't believe he just had walked, jump and stumble out of an alley… though in his childhood days, that was natural.

"That bastard…" He cursed as he peeled off a peel of rotten piece of something that stuck to his now dirtied suit. Dusting some of the bits of trash, G walked onto the busy streets. He was enjoying the fresh, none putrid air … until the sound of a hose's whine brought him back to reality.

Grunting as he walked further into the streets, G was surprised to see that there were men in suits infested in the area. His eyebrow rose when he even got closer… their stances… wait.

'No wonder their stances look familiar, they all are body guards!' Noting that there were many of them G made a guess that a small mafia famigila boss was visiting. How did he know this? Well: one, if it was a rich noble/ a well-known mafia boss would have send servants to their shopping, two, the bodyguards' stance were meaning that they were recently trained and finally they don't notice him.

Slipping past the guards watchful eyes, G looked for the kid thief. He couldn't believe why he is going so far to catch the kid, maybe it was because he resembled him when he was much younger…

He felt beads of sweat trickle down his neck and his breathing pace turned rapid. He let out another curse when he realized he had run out of dynamites… not to mention he ran into a dead end. Turning around, he saw that his pursuers were closing in.

"You little brat," The pudgy man huffed out. "You're going to regret it."

The men behind the fat man slowly closed in the distance. He felt weak and small as the bodyguards move closer ready to grab him, until the gunshot flew obviously not from the fat man's bodyguards since the bullet nearly missed his head by a mere millimeters.

"Wh-Who dare-"The fat turned around to see G holding a gun which was smoking meaning he was the one responsible. "Bastard… You two get him out of my sight!" He ordered surprised to see his bodyguards not moving an inch.

"B-Boss th-this man…" One them stuttered. "He's the V-Vongola right hand man."

"So?"

"Th-The Vongola i-is currently th-the influential famigila in Sicily." The other guard squeaked out. Realization dawn over the man's face and he paled.

"D-Don't forget about this!" He yelled at G then fled off with his guards following his wake.

G just 'Tch'ed at the man, then he turned to the thief…kid who looked annoyed.

"Don't expect me to thank you old man." The silver hair seemed to shine in the darken alley.

G twitched at that reference. HE WAS NOT OLD. He may be older then the kid, but not that old.

"Listen here brat, what would your folks think if they found out you been robbing stores?" G asked not too nicely.

The kid shoved his hand into his pockets.

"Who cares what they think?" His voice too cold for a kid his age. "Their dead."

Few Hours Later

"…So G," Giotto tried to process the sight and report that lay in front of him. "You're going to adopt-"Giotto trailed off not knowing the kid's name.

Tsuna was currently talking to the boy that G had claimed that was the one responsible for robbing the bazaar. It was hard to believe G… the one who was wary and paranoid about trust, G the one who had even suggested that Asari was from a Japanese yakuza here to assassinate Giotto (years ago)… G the one who thought even Tsuna, sweet, innocent Tsuna was a spy brought back a kid. A kid.

Holy cow… Giotto cannot believe this man was his friend from childhood.

'Next thing you know, Alaude will bring a miniature clone of him here.' Giotto thought.

"Hayato." G told him. "I still don't know what overcame me to do something stupid like this." G sighed.

"You are certain you're not the kid's father?" G glared at his friend. Similar in appearance, attitude…Hell even their hair styles are the same.

"No, I am not."

"Papa!" Tsuna called Giotto's attention. Giotto turned to see Tsuna smiling dragging Hayato, who looked embarrassed, towards him. "Can I show Hayato around?"

"Of course." Giotto smiled at Tsuna who looked overly excited and excitedly went out the room along with Hayato.

After the two left the room, Giotto looked over G and grinned.

"Giotto take that weird looking expression off your face." G scowled. "It's disgusting."

"Don't they remind you of when were younger?"

"…" G thought back at the time he met Hayato. "Yeah."

~XXXxxxXXX~

Hayato fall onto his new bed. The 5 year old could remember the haunting night that ended his life… that made him into the kid he was today. It was strange how he was an orphan with no shelter now a kid who had shelter and was adopted nether less.

Slowly his eyes felt heavy and he gave into his sleep; he couldn't wait till tomorrow, something that hasn't happen in a while.

A red glow emitted from his shoulder, filling up his room.

Next Chapter: Prologue 3: Yamamoto Takeshi