Chapter Two - My Brother, My Charge
Dear Tsuna, when you read this, I want you to understand that every decision that Hayato and I made, every sacrifice that I made for you was my choice, not anyone else's, okay? Don't think my pain was yours. It was my choice. My cause. My life to use. - Miakis.
"What do you mean...?" A voice said, walking into the barn. A blonde head looked at the scene before him. "G, the silver-haired boy looks a lot like you...did you have a son?" The flame-headed Primo Guardiano Tempesta, the First Generation Guardian of the Storm, looked upon his boss - and best friend - with confusion. "Giotto, why would you even think such a thing?" He exclaimed.
"And the brunette looks a lot like Valora...are you sure you two didn't..."
"NO! WE DIDN'T! Well, I mean, we did, but..."
"Too much information, G, but thanks for sharing."
"Shut up, Vongola."
Miakis mumbled in her sleep and began to stir. "Ah, I believe our mystery femme fatale may be waking." Giotto said. "Femme fatale?" G asked. "Look at her hands." Giotto replied. G did as his boss asked and looked at Miakis's hands. They were both scarred and her gun was equipped in her left one. "Oh." G replied. "I see."
Miakis eyes flickered open and she quickly sprang into battle mode, grabbing Tsuna with one hand and pointing her gun at G and Giotto with the other. "Who're you?" She spat. "Why are you here? Are you here for Tsuna?" She exclaimed, causing Hayato to wake and do the same.
"No," Giotto laughed. "but I believe that trespassing in Italy is illegal, is it not?" Miakis paled. "I'm sorry...we needed a place to sleep." She murmured. "Tsuna needed to rest someplace quiet...he's had enought action for a while..." Giotto smiled at the brunette. "Come, principessa, principe, would you like something to eat? I bet the child needs to sleep in a warm bed instead of on cold hay as well." He offered. Miakis nodded vigorously, but Hayato stopped her. "Why?" He asked. "Why would you want to help us?"
Giotto laughed. "Look at my best friend here. You two look very similar, no?" He said. Hayato looked at G and vice versa. "Yeah..." The two replied in unison. "And your girlfriend-fiancee-wife-person looks a lot like his lover, Valora. Coincidence? No. Fate. If fate has brought you here, then you are meant to be here." Giotto said. "And I do not mess with Fate or her sister, Destiny. Please, come; enjoy a meal, a bath, and a night's sleep in one of my guest rooms." Giotto said. Miakis looked at Hayato, who nodded. "We'll trust him for now…" He said, taking his lover's hand.
Hayato and Miakis followed Giotto and G to their home – the Vongola Famiglia's base. "This way. Our priest, Knuckle, should be able to help you with the child." Miakis shook her head and squeezed her brother. "I can do it myself." She barked. "All right, no need to be so mean." Giotto replied. "I was only offering. Knuckle is very-," G gave him a weird look and Giotto shook his head. "Never mind…my friend is right…" Giotto mumbled.
Giotto led the two protectors into a room. Miakis gasped at the sight. "It's so big…" She whispered. "A-Are you sure we can stay here?"
The room had a large bed with dozens of pillows and a very comfortable-looking blanket. White drapes lined the windows, and there were two chairs next to a table with cups of coffee on it – one for each Hayato and Miakis. It looked at if they were expecting someone.
"Of course you can stay here," Giotto said, "I wouldn't be showing you the room if you couldn't." Hayato looked at his elder. "When do you want us gone?" He asked. Giotto chuckled. "You can stay until you don't feel safe. You see, I'm curious about you, all of you. You look just like my friend, G, and this young woman looks a lot like my friend, Valora. And if what you say is true, then you must really love this child, who, if you think about it, shares a likeness to me. I'm curious how you look so much like us and how you took out the strongest fleet of one of our enemy mafias, all by yourself." Giotto arched an eyebrow. "Are you not curious as well?" Hayato chewed his cheek. "I don't care what "special bond" you think you share with us; I promised to protect Tsuna and I will." Giotto chuckled. "So, his name is Tsuna. Mind sharing your names with me?" Miakis sighed. "I'm Miakis Sawada, this is my little brother, Tsunayoshi – Tsuna for short – Sawada, and this is my boyfriend, Hayato Gokudera." Giotto smiled. "Ah, the Japanese. It's been a dream of mine to go to Japan. Tell me; is it as beautiful as everyone says?" He asked. Miakis looked down. "I don't have to answer that." She said. "Now, I thank you for your kindness, but I ask you to excuse us. Tsuna needs to sleep, his diaper needs a change, and I don't think you want to stay for that." Miakis chuckled. Giotto smiled. "No, I don't. I'll bid you a farewell. My name is Giotto Vongola. If you need anything, find me, the redhead you met before, G, or a silver-haired woman who wears "light clothing", if you're catching my drift, and she goes by "Valora". Find one of us; we'll be glad to help." Miakis nodded. "Thank you."
Giotto walked out and shut the door behind him. "Such interesting people." He said before walking down the hall. "Valora!" He called out. "Valora! Are you in the kitchen?" There was a scream and a thud from in the kitchen. Giotto, on instinct, pulled up his sleeve, revealing his Vongola Gauntlet, and ran into the kitchen. He expected an enemy assassin to have his friend by the throat and a gun at her head, but all he found was his best friend, Valora Ryugamine, on the ground. G was lying at her side. "See, this is what you get for trying to make a Bloody Mary at three in the afternoon…" G scolded Valora. "Ah, leave me alone, G, I was in an indulgence mood…" Valora said. "You were the one who spilled the tomato juice." G frowned. "You're blaming this on me?"
Giotto couldn't help but laugh at the quarreling lovers. "Giotto!" G exclaimed. "Vongola!" Valora exclaimed as well, blushing out of her mind. "Haha, I was just teasing you. But, Valora, I need you to do me a favor."
"Contact Knuckle and Asari. Tell them to send me their nephews."