"Hayato! G is heading out!" the silverhead bomber's pink-haired older sister called from the front door.

There was no response, so G and Bianchi decided to head to the youngest's room. They knocked on the door. "Hayato, we're coming in."

There was no reply again, but they went into the room anyways.

As expected, the silver-haired little brother of theirs was hidden in a corner, either sulking or depressed about something again.

"Hayato." G sighed.

"What?" Hayato asked, very uninterested.

G stepped over and picked Hayato's face up so the younger looked at him. There was a horrible bruise at the left side of his face. Bianchi held back a gasp. G eyed it angrily.

"Who did this?" he demanded seriously.

Hayato slapped his hand away. "None of your business!" he snapped.

"Hayato." G called, and Hayato jolted. G pulled each syllable longer than normal. G only called his name like that when he was angry.

"Nothing happened!" Hayato shouted.

G sighed. "Bianchi, get the first aid kit." He turned to the younger female. Bianchi complied immediately, leaving the room to search for the white box of medical supplies.

"Them again?" G asked, a kinder and gentler tone filling his voice.

Hayato looked up. There it was. The part of G he liked the most. G could be as scary as a mother, or the kindest big brother someone could ever have. Hayato obviously loved the latter. He sniffled and wiped the tears that he didn't notice were spilt.

G sighed and rubbed his little brother's head. "O turbulent storm, blow everything in my path, so nothing will weaken me." He whispered.

Hayato looked at his older brother, confused.

"Repeat after me." G said.

Hayato sniffled. "O turbulent storm, blow everything in my path, so nothing will weaken me." He chanted.

G rubbed Hayato's head harder and gave him a grin. "There, now you'll be fine!" he smiled.

Hayato jumped into G's chest. He didn't bawl or cry. He just stayed like that. G had always been his comforter. But now he was going.

He hated that fact.

Why did G have to leave?

"Hayato, I have to leave." G said.

At that, Hayato hugged him tighter. G couldn't help laughing. Bianchi returned to the room with the first-aid kit.

"Sorry, Bianchi, I gotta leave. Help Hayato with his injuries." G told her.

Bianchi nodded, "But-"

G didn't let Bianchi finish. He gave Hayato a kiss on the forehead, then did the same with Bianchi. "I gotta go. Sorry. Bye."


Gokudera Hayato hated his older brother. Vaguely any memories of him were left in the silverhead's mind, but he remembered one thing.

That guy was a fucking traitor. And he was a fucking moron.

In many, many ways.

The Decimo candidate was going to be his older brother's childhood friend, Sawasomething Iewhatever, but the guy turned down the position, and it was decided that the position goes to the younger brother of that Sawhatever guy.

Then his glorious older brother decided he wouldn't want to serve someone younger than him—that was something Hayato came up with so no, it's not true—and turned down the position of being the Vongola's Storm Guardian.

Like—is he serious?

The fucking position as a Guardian of the most influential Mafia Famiglia in the world! And what does he do with that offer? He. Turns. It. DOWN.

So now, our loyal little younger brother here has to make a trip to Japan just for the sake of his excellent older brother, and become the Storm Guardian of this random guy that he's heard is so weak, Reborn had been sent to train him.

He was definitely NOT going through with this.

Once he reaches Japan, he is definitely going to disagree with the weakling being a guardian, first thing.

And he will NOT change his mind!

He sighed to himself.

He didn't want to do this. He would gladly take the position in any circumstance, but this just seems like he was just a replacement for his older brother.

He sighed once again.

He placed a hand on his chest and took a light breath. He started chanting,

"O turbulent storm, blow everything in my path, so nothing will weaken me."