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Chapter Nine: Judgment

Giotto grabbed the pair of boys, and then dived to avoid the gunshots. Flying with only one arm was always dangerous, and there were a lot of enemies down there.

"Decimo, to the left!" screamed Gokudera. Giotto barely avoided a barrel of bullets. He dodged several more and looked down at his arms. Carrying one person while flying was already hard, but two was terribly difficult. "Hold on tight! We're going to land!" he shouted and felt the arms of Gokudera clasp his shoulder.

They landed in the middle of a fight. He could see the great team his rain and his storm guardians were making, effectively drowning their enemies. He saw his right hand man approach him at the sight of his two passengers.

"Giotto! Hayato? TSUNA!" The blond could almost see a suspicious moisture in the others eyes, accompanying the relief in them.

He saw Asari make a curtain of rain flames to cover them. At the same time, G continued to shoot at their foes once in a while with his archery, while continuing to fuss over the younger ones. Giotto almost sweat-dropped at his multitasking friend. The red head grabbed his cousin in a crushing hug and he gave the teen a hard punch in the head.

"You idiot! Why didn't you call us? You're a complete moron!" he bellowed to the teen and grabbed him in a crushing hug once more. Hayato tried to squirm out of the embrace in desperation.

"AGH! Stop it! Let go of me you mushy idiot! What the hell is wrong with you?" Gokudera was almost growling like an enraged cat, and he seemed intent on killing G at the unwanted display of affection. "STOP IT I SAID!" screamed a very embarrassed Gokudera, finally scoring a well placed punch in his cousin's jaw.

"Goda-kun?" asked a befuddled Asari, looking at the silver haired teen from the fishery. "What are you doing here?" He looked between G and Gokudera and his eyes got even wider. "G! You never told me you had a little brother! Wait… Why is your brother working in a fishery here?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" asked G, still half choking his cousin. "He is my cousin, Hayato." He explained slowly as if talking to a very slow person. "AIR!" gasped a very blue Gokudera, and G finally let go of him, looking slightly guilty at the deep gulps of air the other was taking.

"EXTREEEME PUNCH!" Three bodies came flying through the air, landing in a heap at their side, as a half scorched Lampo appeared seconds later, followed by a grinning Knuckles. G heard a hacking noise at his side and saw how his cousin was staring in abject horror at the newcomers. He was shaking in a mixture of fear and panic. "THE IDIOTS!...Y-you… What the hell?"

"Ah! It's the phone-thief!" Lampo exclaimed in his best practical tone, while also pointing at the other. Knuckles came closer to him, and stared at Gokudera long and hard before nodding in a serious manner. "You know, stealing is a very bad thing to do. But don't worry. We are not mad!" G watched warily at his steaming cousin. He had never seen the other so ready to kill anybody.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A THIEF? YOU RETARDED LAWN HEAD!" Gokudera shouted, his face the color of an incensed tomato. Knuckles for his part looked also ready to fight. "Huh? You took my phone, octopus hair!"

"You left it in the beach, you moron! AGH! I SHOULD HAVE LET YOU DROWN!" Gokudera took out his dynamites and got in his fighting stance, ready to blow the other to heaven and beyond. G rapidly grabbed his cousin by the ear as well as his friend, and pulled hard.

"Both of you, calm down!" His patience spent, he glared at them, promising pain and suffering if they dared to defy him. "We are in the middle of a battle if you didn't notice!"

"Goodness….See? I told you he had the same horrible temper that you had," pointed out Lampo, his gaze in a disapproving manner of the ruckus. "You are all idiots," he drawled. Lampo flinched when three enraged pair of eyes zeroed on him. "Uh... Why are you looking at me like that? G-guys? W-wait the enemy is over there… H-hey!"

Giotto sighed at the ruckus and looked in concern at the boy that was still in his arms. Tsuna was looking at him in confusion and wariness. His breathing was shallow and it looked as if the other was in pain. "Breathe slowly," he instructed. The other clenched his eyes, trying to do so.

"Tsuna-sama!" Gokudera was at his side in an instant. He seemed very concerned for the smaller boy.

"Hurts…" Tsuna wheezed from between clenched teeth. He was grabbing his wrist and suddenly, Giotto knew what the problem was. "It's because you used too much of your flame. It's consuming your body now…" G approached them and covered the group from the fire.

"Giotto, is he…?" G asked in a worried tone. Giotto nodded worriedly. "He used his flame. The curse is now devouring what is left of it and of his body… If this continues, then he could die."

"MOVE IT!" screamed Knuckles and the group jumped at once, barely avoiding a barrage of bullets. Giotto grabbed Tsuna against his chest and tried to protect the other from the battle. They needed to end this, 'before it's too late.'


"Step back, Bianchi..." Reborn muttered, one forearm covering his nose from the offensive stench coming from the screaming man before them. The Taipan had become even more disfigured as their fight continued. The contact with Bianchi's poison cooking proved to be a catalyst for disaster. As soon as the purple goo had touched the man's exposed wounds, he had stared to melt. For lack of a better term, his flesh and bones dissolved into a disgusting mass. And still the man continued to fight.

Reborn had seen many things in the Mafia, and he recognized the eyes of someone who was broken beyond repair. The empty eyes of a person pushed beyond the mentality of a beast. He swallowed his disgust at the image and stepped forwards. 'Just like a rabid dog,' he mused. He needed to end the battle quickly.

He saw the writhing mass, sluggishly moving towards him and pointed his gun, ready for the man's last charge against him. They both jumped in the air, almost brushing against each other in the enclosed space of the corridor. It was an awkward place for a precise shot, but Reborn wasn't the best for nothing. His bullet pierced the base of the skull, cleanly severing the spinal cord, making the heart, lungs and all the body functions to stop.

Reborn heard the body drop, but didn't turn around. Dusting off a faint layer of dust from his suit, the only proof of the bloody battle, he started to walk to the stairs. "Let's go…" he said to Bianchi, who was staring at the body with a mixture of disgust and pity. She nodded and started following the other. They could hear the battle outside rapidly becoming a disaster.

The hit man stopped when his phone started to vibrate. He took out the sleek black device and frowned at the sound of the voice on the other side. "Ciao. Reborn here… Of course we didn't plan this, Nougat!..Wait…"

Bianchi watched Reborn warily, noting the mounting tension in those strong shoulders. "You can't be serious!... Of course I know that…...It's you who doesn't understand!….We found Tsuna, dammit!" Reborn almost screamed and Bianchi was on high alert immediately.

"In the hospital of course! Yes, THIS hospital!...It's the Gesso, no doubt about it. They were using the Taipan as we thought… No…" He rolled his eyes and Bianchi fought a smile at his irritation. "Of course he is dead! Who do you think….? What?...Fifteen minutes? No… Of course I know… Then stop wasting my time, storm guardian!" He growled and shut off his phone.

Bianchi looked warily at the hit man, waiting for an explanation. Reborn pulled down his fedora, his eyes shadowed. "The Ninth ordered us to retreat at once and bring Tsuna with us. The Vindice is conducting a 'raze'… We have fifteen minutes to stop this before they come here," snarled the man. Bianchi gasped at the word.

A 'raze' occurred when a fight between two Famiglias went out of hand outside of their territories. Then, the Vindice would give a warning for the fight to stop and a time limit before they came down and literally razed to the ground the site of the battle, and with it, whoever was in the place at the moment; combatants or not.

"They can't do that, Reborn… This is a hospital!" Protested Bianchi, her hands clenching and unclenching in a bout of nervous energy.

"We have fifteen minutes to stop the fight," answered the hit man in a monotone. The Vindice doesn't listen to reason once they made a decision. He sprinted up the stairs with Bianchi at his heels and paused when he reached the roof because he didn't expect to see an amount of explosives enough to blow up a small town. 'Idiots without the smallest bit of brains,' he thought. The explosives in this place and position would barely take out half of the building.

Reborn swept the floor with his eyes and noticed a boy almost bent over the railings and staring in dumb shock at the ground below. He approached him and almost stumbled at the unconscious form of the poisoned kid. 'The kid is here, but where is Gokudera?' He checked him over and noticed in surprise that his pulse was stable. 'Mmm…Still alive then...?' He had thought that the black haired kid was too young to survive such potent venom.

Reborn glared at the holes from the bullets in the floor and the smell of powder and ozone. Someone had ignited a dying will flame here. And he was almost sure it had been his Dame-student.

He approached the black haired kid that was cradling one of his arms against his chest and took out his gun. "Hey kid… What happened here?" he asked in a low whisper. While he didn't like to take out civilians, if this kid proved to be a risk…

"H-he jumped…" whispered the kid, his eyes wide and confused. Reborn recognized the face… It was almost a mini version of Giotto's rain guardian. "What's your name, kid?" he asked, still fingering his gun and the other suddenly got a sharp eyed look his eyes fixed on his hand.

"Yamamoto Takeshi," answered the teenager, grabbing the railing for support and seemingly ready to dive to the side at the smallest hint of movement from Reborn. 'He's got good instincts…' The hit man relaxed at the word 'Yamamoto'. The name and the face were the same and he had information that Asari had a brother. He wouldn't need to make this kid disappear then.

He nodded to the youngster and noticed how the other almost deflated in relief. The hit man looked at the ground and saw in the middle of the chaos, a bright sky flame that he recognized immediately. His sharp eyes noticed that Giotto was carrying at least another person. He also noticed the pure quality of the flame and the perfect control the user had. His student was good, but this was near perfection. Something had happened to him, and Reborn didn't like it.

"Can you walk, kid?" Reborn asked. Then, he turned around, walking rapidly to the exit. He hoisted the poisoned kid on his shoulder. He would need to be checked by Shamal for remains of the venom. He also needed to be evaluated as a risk too.

"Uh... Yes, I'm fine." Reborn didn't waste a second, but noticed how Bianchi helped the other kid to walk faster. He had a terrible feeling in his gut. His idiot student and his Dame-student were in deep shit. He could feel it in his bones. He took out his phone once more, calling G to inform him of the dangers. They had a fight to stop.


G swore to heaven when he felt his phone starting to ring in a funeral march, identifying the caller as Reborn. He dived under the remains of a stone bench and answered the call.

"WHAT?" he bellowed, too worked up for any type of niceties. "uh?...A-A motherfucking 'raze'? Are they out of their friggin' minds?" he gasped, his face blanching rapidly. "T-they can't!... Fifteen minutes?... For the love of… Yes… The park… YES I UNDERSTAND!" Reborn would be pissed off at him, he knew, but he just didn't care at the moment.

"GIOTTO! Get your ass down here!" he screamed to his friend, who was in the middle of another scuffle. He waved him over wildly and Giotto flew to his side in a blink. "A raze, the Vindice is making a raze!" He yelled at his friend who frowned deeply at the news, his eyes going to the hospital where at least two hundred people were still trapped inside.

"How long do we have?" G smiled grimly and answered. "Fifteen minutes…Maybe less."

An explosion at his side left him reeling and disorientated as he saw his cousin coming through the cloud of dust. "You idiot! You almost killed us!" He chastised the younger teen and only got a smirk in answer.

"It's not my fault if you're too slow, old man." G had a sharp retort at the tip of his tongue until he heard a muffled scream of pain.

"Tsuna! Don't! Stop trying to use your flames!" The cousins stopped their squabble and looked at the pair at their side. Tsuna was thrashing weakly, while Giotto looked grim and pale. "We don't have time…" Giotto growled, looking between the boy in his arms and the building behind him.

"Take him! We will cover for you!" G shouted with determination. Gokudera seemed to be confused at the situation. "Can you help him?" Gokudera asked while looking beseechingly at Giotto. "You know what is wrong with Tsuna-sama?"

"Ah… I know." Giotto nodded, his eyes fixed on the rapidly paling Tsuna. Gokudera grabbed his hand and bowed deeply to him. "Then help him. Please help him." The teen begged, his eyes firm and burning.

The enemy seemed to double their attack, getting desperate at the combined forces. "Reborn is already working inside. We will take care of the idiots here! We can't let Tsuna or you die!" G bellowed to him, his body covering the pair of Sky flame users. They knew that all of the Vongola would pay dearly if that happened.

Giotto looked wearily at him, his eyes filled with a strange desperation and bitterness. G once more got the strange vibes coming from his friend. He seemed like a different person. Suddenly, one figure appeared behind them. It was a woman dressed in black with a very distinct pink hair and black mask on her face. A Cervello.

"Giotto-sama. We have come to assist you. Your mist guardian called for us…" the woman explained. Giotto almost growled at her. "We will help with the evacuation… We have to hurry or it will be too late for Tsunayoshi-sama," she pressed, unmoved by the hard glare directed at her. Giotto frowned deeply and cradled the panting boy to his chest. G seemed to sense his hesitation because he nudged him with his foot while continuing his series of attacks at the enemy.

"Just go already! There's a park behind the hospital. Go there. We will follow when we finish!" roared G, his back to them. He continued shooting, his archery brightly blazing in red. "Trust your friends for once, idiot! Go! He won't resist anymore!" bellowed G, looking at Tsuna in a concerned way. He was trembling in pain and his skin on his wrist was becoming red, as if burning from something invisible.

Giotto nodded tightly, a shadow covering his face. The Cervello grabbed his hand and Giotto flew through the air with his cargo. He dived and gave sharp turns while evading the missiles aiming at them. He could see above the ground, the complete chaos and carnage, and he glared at the nightmarish scene. Just one hour and the pacific hospital had become a battlefield. He saw the flames of his friends while they continued fighting, mourning the sight. 'This is the Mafia'. None of them would leave this place with their innocence intact.

The blond located the park almost immediately and sighed when they finally reached the ground. He let go of the woman who instantly went ahead. He followed her and found a clearing in the park. It was well protected with tall trees, forming a natural barrier. In the center of it, he could see two other people waiting for them. Giotto recognized them immediately.

"Daemon…" he said in a passive tone and the other smiled brightly at him. "Decimo!" he greeted back, and looked at him with his mismatched eyes. His smile widened. "No… perhaps I should say Primo. Have you finally woken?" Giotto frowned at him, his face passive and unamused, but this only served to make the other nod in satisfaction. "About time, Primo. Nufufufu."

"Yes, I have recovered my memories… All of them." He saw Tsuna looking at the scene with confused eyes, not understanding a word from the conversation. Daemon approached them and smiled at Tsuna who recoiled at the sight of him. "Now, don't be afraid, little Lamb. We are here to help you after all."

"Stop it, Daemon," growled Giotto, turning around, half hiding Tsuna from the amused eyes. "Oh, but I just want to show him my present for him. It was very difficult to round them up after all." The illusionist waved his right hand and behind him, tied to a tree, appeared three bodies. All of them were tied up in black chains; black chains that Giotto recognized for what they were and hated with all his soul. They were chains used to slowly torture and kill its intended victims, painstakingly draining their strength.

"Daemon! How could you?" cried Giotto and almost ran to the side of the others. Only one of them was conscious and he saw the bloodied face of Mukuro glaring darkly at him. He heard the panicked gasp of Tsuna and the way he thrashed in his arms, trying to reach out for the mist user.

"M-muk…Mukuro!" he gasped and coughed, his arms trembling and trying to reach for his friend. Giotto frowned darkly.

"Let them go this instant. How could you use these filthy chains, Daemon?" The blond was clearly enraged and he clasped Tsuna tighter against his chest. "Don't touch them Tsuna. Those chains feed on dying will flames!" Tsuna frowned at him, and pushed against his chest, falling to the ground and Giotto let him.

"Nufufufu… They were trying to interfere. I did what I had to do, Primo. I can let them go with a word, as long as Tsunayoshi agrees to become the Capro Espiatorio once more." The other laughed, his pleased face just making Giotto even angrier.

"What have you become, Daemon Spade? What happened to you? You want me to let Tsuna sacrifice himself for this wretched Vongola? Are you mad?" He pushed Tsuna aside and then grabbed the chains with his hands, glaring in hate at the black metal. "Don't move," he warned to Mukuro and then froze the chains around the boys. Then he snapped them in half with his hands.

"What are you doing, Primo? Are you betraying the Vongola?" Daemon hissed, but Giotto ignored him. He froze the collars then broke them, liberating the boys. He saw Mukuro slump against the tree and stare at him in caution and confusion.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to the other, trying to convey in his gaze the regret he felt. "I have been watching the Famiglia all this time… And I'm making my judgment now…" Giotto turned around, grabbing a protesting Tsuna once more in his arms.

"Daemon, I'm not making Tsuna the shield. I should have done this from the start," he told the other, his face hard and his eyes cold. He had seen and lived through the bloody history of his family, and he didn't approve. "I won't continue this tradition."

"You're abandoning them? Our family?" asked Daemon with a nasty glare. His hands were shaking in suppressed anger. There was a dangerous and dark look in his eyes that Tsuna didn't like. "You have recovered your memories, Primo… Then you should remember your promise."

The other glared back, but nodded. "Yes, I have and this is my decision." He grabbed the Vongola ring of the Sky and took it off his finger. "They had four hundred years to change and they didn't. You want me to allow for this family to continue their legacy…? No, Daemon...The Vongola will pay for their sins." Giotto glared at the ring, his eyes filled with regret and sadness.

"I want to ask you something Daemon," said the blond, his eyes filled with accusation. "Why did you involve G and the others? Even Cozart has been reincarnated in this time… I can feel their souls… Why did you do this?" asked Giotto in a betrayed tone. He stared at the reincarnation of Daemon Spade, who looked amused at the accusation. "Oh? I'm flattered at the praise of my powers… But, I didn't. I only tied half of my soul and yours to the rings, as well as our memories." He crossed his arms and smiled pleasantly at the other. "To be truthful, I didn't bind half of my soul completely. Instead, I lurked in the shadows of the Vongola, jumping from body to body until the other half of my soul was ready for its rebirth… Like we planned, Primo."

"You… You have been living for four hundred years?" Giotto gasped, his eyes worriedly looking at the other. "Why would you do that?" He was appalled. He had been living like a parasite? Jumping and robbing bodies left and right?

"Contrary to you Primo. I don't believe in luck. I had to make sure that the legacy of my dear Elena continued and that nobody got the idea of ridding the tradition….Ottavo almost got the courage to try it, you know? She was devastated when her own cousin offered himself." He laughed at the memory and then glared once more at the pair. "But those little guardians of yours? No, I didn't bind their souls to the rings. Just their memories, like we promised."

"That means…It can't be possible…?" The blonde's mind was a jumbled mass of possibilities and theories. "Nufufufu… That they followed you even beyond death? Who knows? The Vongola rings and the bonds between the sky and its elements... It's a mysterious thing…"

Giotto's face was flooded in sudden understanding, a small, almost shy smile appearing. His friends... They had stubbornly followed him even beyond death? Was that even possible? 'Yes,' his mind supplied. His precious brothers in arms had followed him, even if they didn't remember doing it. And they had found each other once again in this new life.

A part of Giotto was beyond enraged at this. The Mafia had robbed his friends of a pacific life not once, but twice? He couldn't believe this. He had planned for his rebirth, yes. But he had never wanted to drag his friends with him.

"I won't allow this anymore… You want me to let this kind of Famiglia to prosper? You want to let this cursed Famiglia be protected by the blood of innocents? Again?" He glared at his mist guardian. "I asked you to bind my soul to the ring, just for one reason, Daemon. To destroy this tradition. The Vongola doesn't need this kind of shield," Giotto declared; his voice hard and filled with regret. "I waited nine generations to give them an opportunity to change and they didn't!"

He had been sleeping inside the ring, watching the Faimglia he had created. Four hundred years had passed until he had finally felt the other half of his soul being reincarnated into the family once more. Finally, he was reborn in the form of the youngest son of the Ninth boss, Timoteo. He had even whispered a name through the sky ring to the boss .'Giotto,' he had subtly suggested to a young Timoteo.

"Don't tell me this is the Vongola Elena wished for?" He had seen every generation drift farther and farther from its origin, its true purpose. "Don't tell this is the Vongola you wished for, Daemon!" He had watched in surprise and worry how the look alike of his friends gathered around this new Giotto, the history repeating itself. "We didn't fight for this kind of Vongola and I'm not going to sacrifice more people for it!"

"That's your answer?" Daemon asked. He looked as angry as Giotto felt. "You do understand that if Tsunayoshi doesn't become the next shield, all the family is doomed? That all of them are going to die like dogs?"

"So be it. I don't care anymore," hissed Giotto. Then, he screamed in surprise when he felt his hand being burned by a foreign flame. Tsuna had been listening in mounting confusion of the confrontation. He didn't understand half the things the two were saying, but when Giotto practically sentenced his family to die, he saw red. He grabbed whatever scrap of flame he could reach from inside him and used it to burn the hand holding him.

"What did you say?" He glared at the man he had trusted and loved above all others. The light that he had always reached for, even when said light almost burned him. "What about G and Hayato? And Grandpa? What about Xanxus and all the others? You're going to let them die?" Tsuna ignored his already abused muscles. The pain in his torn flesh could not be compared to the pain of Giotto's words.

"You're supposed to be the boss!" he accused, his tense muscles screaming in agony at the smallest movement. "The boss is supposed to protect the family! You told me so!" He screamed and punched weakly at whatever part of Giotto he could reach. Anger. Everything inside him was a mass of anger and hurt. "Are you going to toss everybody away just because you don't like them anymore?" Giotto cringed at the indirect accusation from the one he had truly abandoned, even if he didn't mean to. "You want me to abandon everybody?" He didn't understand most of what was being said, but he clearly understood that the destiny of his family was at risk here.

The blonde grabbed the younger teen and pushed him against his chest in a failed attempt to calm the other. "Tsuna…! We hurt and failed you! You're not abandoning anyone! I'm setting you free," screamed Giotto, trying to stop the mad floundering and stop the other from using his flame anymore. "I won't let them use you anymore!" He didn't want to sacrifice more of his precious people for the Mafia. He didn't want to spill more innocent blood just to preserve their regime.

Tsuna grabbed the blond by the collar of his shirt, almost snarling in his face. "It's my decision who I protect! NOT YOURS!" He managed to scream before hacking coughs left him weak and trembling. His flame flickered in his head. He could feel the bond on his wrist unraveling, breaking apart under the strain of his flame. But he needed to make the other understand, to make him realize the horror in his words. "This is not for the Mafia, this is for our family!" he shouted, finally glaring at the other with deep orange colored eyes.

"Tsuna! Stop it! You're hurting yourself! You're going to die if you keep using your flames! Vongola is not worth it!" He tried to restrain his hands and Tsuna managed to cut his lip with a flailing hand.

"How can you decide that by yourself?" Tsuna whispered, his eyes filled with abhorrence at the other. "No matter what happened before… Even if you abandoned me, I won't change my mind about my family and friends…If my life is the price then… I would be happy to die for them!" He panted, his vision wavering in front of him, unsure of the right words to say to convince the other of saving their family.

He saw Giotto stare at him in shock. Then he touched his lip gingerly and winced at the pain. He stared at the blood on his fingers, the blood of the Vongola that had been the cause of hundred years of pain and suffering. He saw the young boy in his arms, trembling and diminished, but with his eyes filled to the brim with an unshakable determination. Tsuna grabbed his hand and put the ring on his finger with trembling and clumsy fingers and clasped the appendage between his smaller ones.

"Don't give up on us! We are your family! ALL OF US!" The brunette begged, his tone wavering in the middle of his exhaustion, his body shaking at the strain of maintaining his flames.

The blond seemed to be deeply shaken at his actions. He was looking at the other with mirror eyes encased in orange flames, calling directly to his soul and finally the memories of Giotto Leoni overwhelmed the memories of Primo. The two lives, two set of memories and feelings merging into one at last. The flame in his heart burned in agitation, bringing forth all the warmth that he had forgotten. Giotto grabbed the hands and hugged the other, restraining his thrashing body.

Tsuna stopped his frenzy in surprise when he felt how Giotto rested his head on his shoulder, his arms trembling and embracing him almost painfully. The man was mumbling something against his shoulder, but Tsuna couldn't hear what it was "…hoped…" he managed to catch. Then, the shoulders stiffened and the smiling face of Giotto appeared before him. "I understand Tsuna… Yes, you're right. It's our Family..."

Tsuna stared in confusion at him and grew even more confused when Daemon grinned widely at them, his face pleased for once. "Nufufufu. Have you come to a decision, Primo?" Giotto nodded "Please make a barrier for us, Daemon."

The mist user nodded and motioned to the Cervello. One of the women remained at the side of Mukuro, while the other gave him Mukuro's trident. He lifted the instrument and let it fall gently against the floor. The pavement rippled and a wide circle of mist flames appeared around the three of them.

"Start the ritual then… First boss of the Vongola."

TBC


I don't know if I managed to explain it clearly, but this is what happened: Half of Primo's soul along with his memories were 'trapped' inside the sky ring for four hundred years, while the other half of his soul was tied to the Vongola line to be reborn in a later time. When Giotto won the ring in the battle against Xanxus, 'Primo' started to slowly wake up and join with Giotto. (Remember the dreams?)

I just noticed I end up killing all my OCs… I'm such a bad mother…. T.T

I want to bring to your notice that Basil's birthday is on July 23, and guess who has the same birth-date?- Wink wink-

Yes! My birthday!