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Our Family.
Chapter.02.
G wasn't happy - he wasn't happy at all, and when he wasn't happy he made sure people knew about it. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest, as he leant on his left leg, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he let it slowly burn - not all that interested at breathing in the unhealthy smoke. A scowl was deep set onto his face, and there were no chances of it lifting any time soon as he waited out in the cold air.
"They won't be back anytime soon" a voice laughed with the coming of a opened front door behind him, the smoker didn't bother to turn around as he felt the other walk closer. He knew who it was - wasn't hard to guess.
"Shut up." he growled, looking out into the darkness of the night, the cold air prickled his skin as he continued to ignore his fellow guardian, though this didn't surprise the other man; he had been doing this all day.
G hardly ever complained about his boss' foolhardy plans, but this time he didn't like it - he didn't like it at all. The gunman had nothing against the police; if they left him alone, but they weren't in any kind of position to be helping them. Whether they came to them or not - it didn't matter; the Vongola were now Mafioso and the police would take them down along with all the other scum. So when his boss had told them that he had agreed, G had had a fit, telling his friend, none to kindly, that it could be a set up, and that he was idiot to go.
His boss was an idiot.
Giotto had left after an old detective told him what he wanted; a clear transaction, so that they could get it on picture; so that the bastards couldn't weasel out of the offensives. Giotto had been talking with that man for little over thirty minutes before leaving with an apologetic smile.
Of course, G hadn't return turned it and had simply walked away from the car "If the wind changes, you'll face will be stuck like that" a sing sung voice chirped. G could see their figure learning against the outside pillar, in the corner of his eye.
"If you don't want a bullet in your head, go back in side, and annoy someone else" G hissed through gritted teeth, earning humourless laughter in return, which only served to irk him more, though G didn't have time to blow up at the man as his ears caught hold of approaching tires.
"Their not meant to be back yet, right?" G asked as he finally turned to the illusionist, who by this time had also straightened, wariness in both of their eyes as they spotted the usual black car their boss had been using when he left.
Their eyes zeroed into the vehicle. It looked the same; no bullet holes or scratches. But that did little to ease their worries; they had learned after being in the underworld for five years that you had to keep your guard up, and after listening to the nightmarish stories - and living through some of them themselves - it was foolish to think that everything was as it seems.
However both men breathed a sigh of relief as they saw the two blonds and the raven-head step out from inside; the three Mafioso walked at their usual pace as they crossed the threshold - no limp, and continued up the concrete steps that the other two guardians were standing on.
"Gi-Gio why -" G stuttered once their friends where at the front door, though his jaw clicked shut as he saw the bundle hiss boss was carrying "w-what -"
Giotto smiled tiredly "We're talk later, G. Could you call Knuckle for me?" he asked. The redhead nodded not-to-surely before he ran off, quickly opening the double doors before disappearing down one of many corridors.
Daemon frowned, looking at the puffy hair with unreadable eyes "I don't think this is what the dear detective meant when he asked you to place a bid, Giotto"
Said man chuckled, though the noise that was produced was strangled at best "Bambino" he whispered lightly "this is one of my most precious friends. Say hello to him, won't you?" Giotto asked oh-so gently. To most ears, it would sound like a tender request, but the small head still flinched but slowly nodded after a minute of hesitation and thought.
The child gradually lifted himself from the boss' neck, the use of his muscles burning in the cool air and he whimpered as he turned exhaustedly to face the illusionist - his chocolate iris' half-lidded as they focused on the tall man in front of him.
Daemon's slanted eyes widened "T-that's…" he stammered "he -"
"They look similar, don't they?" Asari smiled, though both his face and his tone were stained. Daemon shut his gaping mouth and nodded, his sight stuck on the small brunet whose head was leant up again Giotto's shoulder.
"H-how old is he?" Daemon asked through a filtered voice, his fists were balled; he didn't really care what people thought of him, because most of what they said was true. He had done a lot of terrible things, but there were just some things people just weren't meant to do - some lines your not meant to cross.
Giotto hummed in thought "I think the man said seven" he replied, glancing at the brunet for a confirmation or denial.
"Y-yes" the child murmured, before tugging on the man's shirt to get his attention "i-is y-your name G-Giotto?"
Said blond smiled "Giotto Vongola. The name of the man who ran off was another of my friend's, named G" he introduced, before gesturing with his free hand to the melon-head "-this is Daemon Spade" said man nodded to his name, while trying to soften his features as to not scare the timid brunet.
"The two man that were in the car with us earlier are Ugetsu Asari, and Alaude Hibari" chocolate orbs looked over every man mentioned, his gaze unsteady and painful to look at.
Frowning at the response Giotto went to speak again but was cut off as heavy footsteps came running towards them; G, panting lightly as he dragged a sleepy sun guardian behind him. The gunman pushed the priest forward; said healer stumbled out the doors, his eyes widening as he caught site of the Giotto look alike.
The right hand-man mimicked the expression as he too, saw the child for the first time. Now G was the only guardian who had known Giotto when he was little - and he could have sworn, if he otherwise didn't know better, that this small brunet was an earlier version of his best friend "W-wha -"
Giotto shook his head "Later, G" he said before turning to Knuckle "sorry to wake you up" he apologised.
Shaking his head, Knuckle frown and closed his gapping mouth "Don't be silly, besides, the child obviously needs some attention…"
Giotto smiled in thanks "Bambino" he addressed, and instantly got the brunet's attention "this is another friend of mine: Knuckle. Now he may look scary but he's here to treat any injuries you might have, alright?" he informed slowly as to not confuse the boy.
"T-then h-h-he's here t-to make me feel better?" the child inquired, swallowing past his dry throat. Small tremors of fear shaking his body.
"Right. So lets get you inside" Giotto smiled reassuringly, before he walked into the warmth with his guardians in-tow. Knuckle was the closest to him as he made his way down the long corridor, vaguely hearing the heavy, double doors being closed and locked before he speed up, breathing a sigh of relief as he reached the medical wing.
"Let me" Knuckle murmured in a strangely quite voice as they stopped outside of the examination room, bypassing the blond as he opened the wooden barrier, to help the man as his arms were full.
"Thank you" Giotto murmured, stepping into the medium sized room; stacks of equipment on and against the walls, while there was a single bed pushed up into the corner, a thin curtain fixed to the ceiling; pulled back.
Crossing the threshold, Giotto gently pried the small fingers off of his jacket, and lowered the child onto the mattress below "Alright, bambino. Can you listen to me for a minute?" he asked as he knelt next to the edge of the bed. Once receiving a shaky nod, he continued on.
"Now Knuckle will need to touch you, to be able to heal you" Giotto said delicately, grimacing once he saw the involuntary flinch that shook the brunet's body, but kept himself stern; for now that they were in the light he could see all too well the purple and green bruises, cuts and welts that were scattered all over the child's body.
"I can…understand that your scared, and that you probably don't trust us, but remember my promise. I'll keep my word; I don't want anything from you, and you don't have to give us anything in return. Your completely safe here, and nobody - nobody will touch you in a way you don't want them to"
The brunet trembled, gripping hold of the mantle that was still around him, though his legs had been exposed from the boy slipping up and down Giotto's hip, and they were bare and cold, though that was overridden with the amount of pain he was in "I know it'll be hard for you, but I want you to try and be brave for me, can you do that?" the brunet bit his lip, his eyes downcast.
"O-okay…" the boy whimpered.
Vongola sighed through his nose, straightening himself as he lifted his sore body off of the floor, before waving the Cloud and Sun in; silently saying that he was done as he turned to leave. However a small, fearful voice stopped him short of the door.
"E-erm, signor….wh-where a-a-are y-you g-going?" Giotto turned, the question resonating inside him as he felt the sudden urge to engulf the seven year-old in hug.
Biting down a frown, he kept his expression comforting "I'll be right outside and I'll be back as soon as their done, but if you feel uneasy and want me to come back in - all you have to do is ask, okay bambino?"
"P-promise?"
The man's eyes widened before they settled "I promise" he smiled, turning to leave after seeing slight relief flash in those chocolate orbs.
Giotto waited impatiently outside the examination room; sat in one of three leather chairs that were leant on the opposite side of the door. Physically restraining himself from fidgeting by sitting on his hands which were now dead by the lack of circulating blood. G and Daemon glancing at him every now and then.
"Giotto…" the right-hand man murmured, leaning up against a wall as sleep bit against his muscles while they struggled to keep him standing - his body begging for his bed "that child…he - he isn't…yours, is he?"
Giotto's head snapped to the side, his aureate eyes and flame long gone as he stared with wide, blue orbs at his friend "Huh?"
"What dear G, is trying to say is that the boy…looks a lot like you -"
Saying the blond was appalled at what they were implying was an understatement "How long have we known each other?" he shouted in a very hushed tone so that one brunet wouldn't hear "when the hell have I had the time to make a child?, I haven't even had a dinner date with a woman for at least two years!"
The two guardians look at each other before realigning their sight with their boss "But Gio he-"
"Don't 'Gio', me" the blond said dryly, scowling as he turned away from them, his vision settling on the door ahead.
"No need to get upset… but you've got to admit there's a striking resemblance" Daemon chuckled, while crossing his legs.
"Coincidence." Giotto answered bluntly, his attention focusing entirely on the tuning knob as an angry Alaude stalked away from the room, tightly holding a crumpled bag, though before Giotto could ask about it he had disappeared down the hallway "Er…"
"Giotto." Knuckle called, standing under the doorframe before softly closing the barrier behind him, expression sombre as the blond stood and walked over to him; his steps tired and heavy from having been up for over two days - and on a diet of nothing but caffeine.
"How is he?" the Sun guardian grimaced and Giotto instantly felt his stomach flip, a dull throb in his head as the tall man shook his head.
"Not good" Knuckle replied, his back sagging against the door "He's a strong boy, a very strong boy but… God will have a hard time freeing his heart" his eyes shone ruefully "I've managed to heal most of the bruises and smaller abrasions, but some of the deeper cuts will probably scar…The worst of his injuries would be his four dislocated toes, and shattered shoulder blade: which was probably also dislocated at one time or another and forced back into place. Though it was done poorly, and, most likely, by someone without medical knowledge, which was what lead to the further damage"
"There are also various other bruised bones, but…I think the most harmful thing would be just how extreme the forced entry was, and the damage done to the rectum. The skin was broken in and around that area and there was some internal injuries, I'm sorry Giotto, it's needless to say it was rape"
Said man had been getting paler and paler, to the point that he thought he might actually be sick "Alaude was able to find some fibres on the boy's shirt, as well as dried semen from the boy's hair and lower body, which Alaude will give to the detective for evidence"
"So all in all, I'm afraid that the boy isn't in a very good way; he's also been pumped full of drugs, most likely sedatives to make him more docile -" that was it; with a hand latched onto his mouth Giotto sprinted away to find the nearest toilette, leaving all three guardians watching him go, G rushing off to follow.
"Which is why I couldn't give him any pain killers…" Knuckles muttered the end of his sentence with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, heavy bags set under his eyes getting seemingly darker.
Asari laughed nervously; the sound was forced and unrecognisable as he tried to lighten the mood "He…should be back in a minute" he reassured "…is there any permanent damage?"
The Sun guardian frowned "He might have some problems later on in life, but nothing very life changing…" he murmured, deep in thought "I've bandaged his wounds - though I couldn't finish the examination, but you can see him now" he turned, opening the door and giving the two other protectors no chance to rethink the offer.
Walking into the white room in silence, they soon found themselves under a weary gaze, Asari smiled as he caught sight of the small child wrapped up in Giotto's mantel and the thin blanket, who was sat up and cowering in the corner - his back firmly pushed up against the wall "Are you feeling better?"
The brunet flinched, but looked back up and nodded "B-better…"
All three men bit down their frowns as they pulled up chairs to the bed. The air was heavy as they were unsure of what to say - what do you say to someone whose been through so much "Do you remember all our names?"
The boy's eyebrows rose, though slowly nodding "K-Knuckle" he said while pointing to the Sun guardian, "U-Ugetsu" he addressed as he moved on to the Japanese.
"D-Daemon" everyone brightened, though they were slightly surprised that he had such a good memory; he was still young after all, and the amount of pain he had to be in - it was amazing to say the least.
"Sweet boy" Daemon smiled one of those smiles that were reserved for their children "and what would you be called?"
The brunet shifted, fidgeting slightly before breathing in sharply "Tsu-Tsunayoshi S-" chocolate orbs widened as he cut himself off, before they became downcast - this was caught and puzzled everyone "Just Tsuna…"
"…are you Japanese?" Asari asked with a cocked eyebrow; instantly recognising the foreign name to be from his homeland. However when getting no response the man smiled; knowing that sometimes you have to show trust in others before they give it to you "I'm from Japan, you know"
"I - I'm not from Japan…" the child muttered, still refusing to meet anyone's eye "I - I - I was born here"
"So you were born in Italy?" a new voice asked, everybody turning to see a very dishevelled Giotto walking into the room "then are your parents here as well?"
The brunet paled at the mention, a shiver travelling up his spine while muttering something under his breath that no one in the room could quite catch "What was that, bambino?"
Tears welled up in his eyes "D-don't - d-d-didn't want me. They don't want me" Tsuna whimpered, which made everyone's heart sink.
"T-then -"
"I - I don't have a home t-t-to g-go b-back to"
Translation/ Information -
'Bambino' - Meaning "Baby" or "Child" (Language: Italian)
'Signor' - means "Mister" (Language: Italian)
A/N -
Good grief; this chapter took a long time too, I thought that this would be easier, but no such luck, huh?.
Anyway, bad news all around for poor little Tsuna, I do feel kind of bad that this chapter was so depressing but I' am planning on making the other better, maybe parent fluff and all that.
And, aw, Giotto's already attached *Laughs*.
I don't know, I hope this is okay, readable at least.
Update/ So, after I updated the first chapter, I went about proofreading this one, sorry I didn't upload it until now; I was busy (^^") - 08.09.12
I Apologise if there are any mistakes in my spelling/ grammar, or if you find anything I have written offensive.
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