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When Tsuna returned to his room, he paused to drop the books on the desk before heading straight into the bathroom. Once inside, he quickly opened the water valve to its fullest torrent and dunked his head into the rush of water. He gave a sharp intake as cold liquid enveloped his face. After few more seconds he retreated from the chilly gush, shutting the water off. Droplets of water splattered all over the floor and walls as he gave his head a small shake.
He braced himself on the sink and stared at the mirror that hung in front of him. He could not help but give a weak chuckle at the sight. He looked like a drowning puppy, his hair matting and clinging to the sides of his face. However, the humor of the situation did not last long as his thoughts were quick to return to what had happened previously. His grasp on the sink tightened to the point that the bruise on his left hand started to throb in pain.
He had wanted to so desperately slip from his charade at that moment. Just who did these men think they were? Had the three men stayed and continued, he was pretty sure that he would have done something that he would later regret.
To make matters worse, after their departure, G appeared. The red haired man was quick to spot the injury that Tsuna received and just as quick to ask. Though Tsuna gave the excuse of it being but a small scratch, he was sure that G did not buy it. He had a feeling that G had witnessed at least some of what had happened for him to question it.
The brunette sighed, the anger leaving him as quickly as it came. The fact that he was riled up to this degree showed just how tired he was. Normally, he would never entertain such thoughts. Then again, it had been a long day and his patience was wearing thin. With that, the brunette was quick to discard his clothes and step into the shower. As hot water came drizzling down, he was half tempted to simply fall asleep right then and there. However, the idea of waking up looking like a prune was not an appealing thought.
Minutes later, he emerged from the shower, clean and refreshed. He slipped on the night garments that he found in one of the drawers and plopped down onto the plush bed. As he began to dry his hair, his eyes wandered to the papers and books that have yet to be read.
It was tempting to just ignore all the work and fall asleep. Maybe if he glared at it long enough, it would disappear... However, from his experience, any put off work tended to multiple. He gave a small sigh before getting up, dropping the towel on the bed. He settled down into the chair and began sorting through the items on the desk, his body quick to fall into the routine of deskwork.
He piled the books to the side; he would read the books some other time. The reports, on the other hand, could not wait. He skimmed through the ones that concerned business transactions, most of the information he had already pieced together while working with Giotto. It was dry material filled with numbers that needed to be memorized. Thankfully, Giotto only gave him a small amount to look through for that.
What he really was looking for was the papers concerning the alliance made by the Vongola Family. After shuffling through some more files, he found it. The amount of information was surprisingly small, but it had enough to catch the brunette's attention. The Vongola had been in an alliance with the Conchiglia Family and the Sabbia Family for roughly a year and a half.
The Conchiglia Family, which had only been established two years, had doubled the amount of people as compared to the other two families in the alliance. Tsuna frowned. How did Scoria obtain so much people in such a short amount of time? That was just shy of impossible; the papers gave no indications as to how or why this happened. Then there was the Sabbia family. This man, Vetro, literally had solid connections in every continent. The fact that the family had so much influence with that many outside countries definitely made Vetro a viable person to have around; especially concerning international business transgressions and outside influence. It was known that before his succession, Vetro personally travelled to each and every area to secure the partnerships.
The Vongola family seemed to be the middleman of the alliance. It was widely known throughout Italy and its neighboring countries. The family also boasted a decent amount of men, seven of which possessing the means of using the dying-will flame. Tsuna gave a frustrated sigh. In the end, the file only contained only general information, nothing more. Though he had a feeling that it was going to be only this, he had hoped there would be more.
As he put the papers to the side, he grabbed a significantly bigger file and began flipping through it. He raised his brow when he realized what it was; a compilation of the people of the Vongola family. Interesting. As he looked through the paper's he found that there was no information concerning the guardians or Giotto. However, there were others. And there was one particular person that he wanted to check out, Ira. After a few minutes of looking, he came upon the man. His full name was Ira C. Dor. He was only twenty six years old, working in a bar when not busy with any Vongola business. He was pretty skilled in combat and had a very good rate of completed missions. However, the papers said nothing about how he came to the Vongola and which guardian or officer he worked under.
The nagging feeling that he was missing something returned once again. It looked like there something that should have been in there was taken off. He let loose another sigh and began massaging his head. This advisory position was getting to be a lot more of a pain then he had anticipated it to be. It had not been more then, what? One and a half days? Yet he could not help but feel as he was here for weeks. Something was going on. It was just his luck that he was dropped right into the middle of it. He could not shake off the feeling that soon something was going to happen; that soon, things were going to become very hectic.
And that man, Ira, just what did he mean about the other advisors? Just what happened to all the previous advisors? Did Ira know who or what was the cause or was it simply a ploy? Was he the one behind it? No, that couldn't be…
When that man had threatened him, it did not feel as if it were aimed at him. In fact it did not feel that the man was doing it out of jealously or spite. If anything it seemed to be more like a warning under the guise of a threat. But the underlying message was clear. There were definitely people after him. He was not safe as long as he staying in his position. Tsuna closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair with a sigh. Why did he always end up in something dangerous? His last thought as his mind began to drift off was the hope that this was just all a fanciful dream…
It seemed to be only a second later that Tsuna was awoken by the loud warbling of morning birds. Tsuna rolled his stiff neck and looked around blearily towards the clock; was it morning already? In the end, he hadn't even gone to bed; falling asleep at the desk. He was half tempted to go drop onto the bed and go back to dreamland, but he knew better. He organized the papers, returning them to their original files. There were still a lot of things he needed to look through, but it would have to wait till later.
With that all done, he got up and headed to the bathroom, all the while yawning. Moments later, he was out of the room completely fresh and dressed: a skill he developed along the years. And whatever was in that medicine really helped. The bruise was barely visible while the skin covering his wound was thankfully a lot thicker. The bruise on his hand however had yet to fade away. Thankfully, it was mostly covered by the cuffs of his sleeve. Nobody would notice unless he waved it in their faces.
He checked the clock once more. He had enough time to grab something quick to eat before he had to go meet for the assignment. With a sigh he entered the dining hall. Whatever hardships he would have to endure, he would face it after food was in his stomach. Thankfully there were not that much people hanging around. It was pretty early in the morning; still a good while before the hands on the clock would strike seven. He quickly grabbed a freshly made bread roll spread with jam and a cup of espresso. Just as he moved to sit down, a voice to the side called for him.
"Good morning, Tsuna." Tsuna frowned before turning to the voice. There sat Giotto at the corner table that was filled with papers. "Fancy seeing you here, you struck me as more of a late riser," said the blonde with a chuckle. He then beckoned the brunette to sit with him.
As Tsuna sat down, he could not help but comment, "I take it that you slept very little, if not at all?"
Giotto held up a cup of coffee, "I have napped, if you will."
Tsuna eyed the man in mild amusement before settling down in the seat across the blonde who began to clear the table. It was filled with papers and files. Tsuna caught a glimpse at one, quick to identify Vetro and Silice in the writing. However, that was all he saw before that paper was tucked away as well. The brunette raised his brow but did not comment.
"Did you sleep well?" asked Giotto with a slight smile, a knowing look in his eyes.
Tsuna shrugged, "As well as you can sleep at a desk," said the brunette as he spread the jam on the roll.
Giotto chuckled, "Sounds heavenly." The blonde then took a small drink from his cup and began shuffling through the papers. Tsuna helped himself to his food and drink. The brunette looked around the hall, noting how it was slowly filling up with people. Many of the people were quick to notice the blonde and approached him to say good morning. As busy as he was, Giotto never failed to greet each person.
"Good morning Giotto, how did it go?" greeted a spry, shop owner. The man looked to be roughly in his late thirties and early forties. He had curly chestnut colored hair that was tied back into a short ponytail and deep blue eyes.
Giotto smiled, "Good morning to you too, Charles. It went well. I hear that your business has been flourishing these past weeks. I am glad for you," Giotto replied, before handing the man a piece of paper.
The man took the papers and tucked it away in his pocket, "Yes, yes. Hopefully we'll keep having such good times. Have someone drop by for the next pick-up."
Giotto nodded, "Thank you, Charles. I will keep that in mind."
"Giotto! I have returned!" said the next man with a huff. He was a ginger haired man with a carefully kept beard. He was a good six feet in height and slightly built with dark brown eyes.
"Anderson! Welcome back. How was that trip to England?" asked Giotto as he looked through some of the files before stopping on a clipped bundle. The ginger haired man whistled at the amount before accepting the sheaf of papers.
"It was truly a wonder; many things to see and try. I left the reports with G, mind you," said the man as he began looking through papers, "Ahh, France, this time?"
Giotto raised his brow, "Be sure to check with the Régis family. They have some problems with the Syndicat people. If you still need to refill your funds, check with Asari."
"Will do, will do." The ginger haired man gave a mock salute before departing the hall, whistling a simple tune.
The next man looked to be part of a higher class, an aristocrat. He had jet black hair with streaks of gray, "Morning, Giotto. Have you my next assignment? And who's this man you have here? Someone we should know?"
"Yes Karl, I have your paper right here. This man is my new advisor," said Giotto. Tsuna almost choked on his drink. What was he thinking? Why now of all times! There was a sudden lapse of chatter as the hall quieted from the announcement. And then the room was completely filled with voices and exclamations of surprise.
Giotto rose up and beckoned the gathering crowd for silence, "Don't get me wrong, he is one I personally picked. If you have any problems, you will voice it to me privately."
Tsuna could only finish his drink stiffly as he suddenly became the center of attention. It was simply lovely. There was an expectant pause as the people eyed the brunette. Giotto gestured for him to stand. Tsuna gave an internal groan of dismay as he reluctantly stood up. What in the world was he suppose to say to them? Hi, I am a man that does not belong to your era. Better yet, I am the future boss of your family. He was sure that they would most definitely appreciate that.
He turned to the people and gave a slight bow and smiled, "Hello. My name is Tsuna. My birth country is Japan. However, I have spent a great deal of my life learning about Italy. Giotto, who is a close…, a close friend of mine, offered me this opportunity and I do not plan to disappoint him or any of you."
With that said, Tsuna turned to Giotto with a raised brow. The people eyed him with various degrees of suspicion and wonder. The man, who had initially asked, gave a boisterous laugh. "It's high time you've gotten a new one, especially one that you personally chose. I trust that he will be competent?"
Giotto gave a small smile, "Of course." There was a great deal of amusement in his eyes as he watched the whole scene.
Karl walked up to Tsuna and extended his hand, "Karl Flarington. Pleasure to meet you, Tsuna," he greeted the brunette with a warm smile.
Tsuna gave a small smile, and shook his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, sir,"
Karl laughed again, "Please, call me Karl. I am still young."
There was a round of laughter. "Karl, face it, you're getting old!"
Karl shot a withering glare at the person who made the comment, "Shut it Gerald. I am most definitely younger than you." And just like that, the tension in the hall was dispelled as laughter filled the room once more. Soon, others moved in to talk with the new advisor.
"I shall be taking my leave. Giotto. Tsuna," said Karl with a wave.
Giotto had to bite back laughter as Tsuna stood amongst the men that were now bombarding the brunette with questions. It was clear that he was unprepared for the sudden interest that the people had in him.
"Giotto, I thought you weren't planning to have another advisor," Giotto turned to Charles, the shop owner. The man had been ready to leave when he had heard the news and returned. The man was simply curious.
The blonde gave a small shrug as he began to sift through the papers once more, "Well, it might seem rather sudden, but you know how mail travels around these days, especially from one continent to another."
Charles chuckled, "Ah. That is true. My eldest daughter has a special someone who is currently working in Veneto and I swear the amount of time she complains about the mail would make you think he's halfway across the world."
The two shared a laugh, "Well then Giotto, I'll be leaving you. Send the man over sometime," said Charles. As he turned to leave, he paused and turned back, "In fact, why don't you send him for the next pick-up? I have time."
Giotto raised his brow before he nodded, "It wouldn't hurt. I'll make sure to do that. Goodbye, Charles."
The man left with a wave, leaving Giotto to watch the spectacle before him. Most of the people were already going back to what they were originally doing, some coming towards him to receive their assignments. Though Tsuna looked completely at ease with all the talking, Giotto was pretty sure that the man was not so calm on the inside.
However, he had to say, the brunette knew how to talk. With such a diverse crowd, one usually clammed up or simply spoke to those that were of the same social class. The fact that he was able to spread his attention evenly was really a plus.
Tsuna, in the mean time, was truly wishing he was anywhere but here. The people seemed to be relentless in asking questions. The fact that he gave answers that were all vague did not help; if anything, it seemed to cause more questions to be asked. However, it was interesting learning about the different types of people here.
"So what is the food in Japan like?" asked Andrew Wendell, a carpenter in his early thirties. He was a good three inches taller than Tsuna and had auburn hair that was cut to the nape of his head. Tsuna had learned that the man had twins, a daughter, Rosalinda and a son, Giacomo and wife, Maria.
Tsuna shrugged, "Food is mostly sea related. There is something called sushi that is very popular there. Its cooked rice combined with different types of raw fish."
"Raw fish?" asked the man in disbelief.
Tsuna chuckled at the reaction, "I guess it's an acquired taste?"
"I think I will stick with Italian food," muttered Andrew with a queasy look on his face. The people around him laughed at his expression.
It was during this time that Giotto joined the conversation, "I am sorry to interrupt when you guys are all so cheerful, but I need to reclaim my advisor."
There were calls of disappointment, but nobody argued. The group dispersed into smaller pairs, many of which bade farewell to the two men. Giotto beckoned the brunette to help him gather the significantly smaller piles of papers. With that all done the two departed the hall.
"You must have fun putting me in these situations don't you?" accused Tsuna as they walked towards Giotto's office. Tsuna was really inclined to think that the blonde enjoyed leaving him to fend for himself.
His blond companion chuckled, "Why, of course not. I simply wanted to introduce you to my men."
Tsuna gave a half-hearted glare, "Right. Thank you so much for the introductions."
"You are most welcome," replied Giotto, ignoring the look that Tsuna gave him.
Tsuna rolled his eyes, "So, is this morning something that occurs all the time?" The two turned another corner before Giotto replied, "Yes, though sometimes, we switch it to the afternoon. Usually, if it's the afternoon, I have Knuckle or G do it since I am frankly too busy at that time."
Tsuna nodded, "I see. You have some pretty diverse people here."
"It's good to be diverse. I take it that it is the same for you as well." said Giotto.
"Of course," replied Tsuna as they neared the office. Once inside, Tsuna set the papers down on the desk before sitting himself on the sofa. The brunette raised his brow at the sight before him.
"I do apologize for the mess that I made of that table. I was looking through the files and forgot to place them back," muttered the blond hair man as he realized what he had done.
Tsuna eyed the coffee table in mild amusement. Not a speck of the actual table could be seen as it was completely covered by papers. Giotto quickly gathered up the items into a big stack, only to pause. Tsuna watched as the man pulled a couple sheets from the top of the pile and tucked them into an envelope. He then handed the envelope to the brunette who accepted it with furrowed brows, "What am I suppose to do with this?" he asked.
"That will be part of the reason why you go with Knuckle today," replied Giotto. Tsuna looked at the man questioningly. The blonde continued, "You will not be there for the whole duration of the meeting. I want you to do something else for me."
The brunette frowned, "And just what would that be?"
The blonde began to rummage through the drawer in his desk. After a few seconds, he found what he was looking for and tossed the object to Tsuna. The brunette caught the box and raised his brow as he realized just what the box contained, dye.
"Silice and Moldavite are planning to meet today in a bar; it's marked on the map. I would rather you not go, but G and I have to meet with another familiga today. I need to know what the two are planning."
Tsuna raised his brow, alarm evident in his eyes, "But where is this bar? And how am I supposed to disguise myself? I do not thing just hair dye will cut it."
Giotto seemed to have already an answer for seemingly out of nowhere; he pulled out a satchel, "There is a map in here that leads from where you and Knuckle will be to the bar. I marked some places you can go to to change and do your hair. As for the disguise, there is some in here that you can work with." Giotto sighed, "If there is a hint of danger, get out of there. I do not want you to get anymore injured than you already are. I know this is rather sudden and I do apologize for making you do one thing after another. If I had the chance, I would rather be the one doing this but there is too much right now."
Tsuna shook his head, "If I were in your position, I would probably do the same as you. As for this assignment, well, let's just see how this goes."
Giotto smiled, "Thank you."
Tsuna returned the smile. Though he was not looking forward to it, it might bring some light as to which family was the culprit. Giotto left Tsuna to looking through the bag and began working on the papers. Tsuna pulled out the map and began looking at the paper. It seemed like the bar was only a couple blocks away from the building that they were going to. Now about that dye…
He opened the glass bottle and took a whiff at it and almost recoiled from the smell, "Question, how long is the coloring going to last?" asked Tsuna. The contents looked rather thick for hair coloring.
Giotto did not look up from what he was doing, "It'll wash off as soon as it gets wet. There is some perfume to cover up the smell."
"Right…"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Tsuna hastily shoved all the stuff he took out back into the bag. Just as he closed the clasp, in entered Knuckle with a worn leather messenger bag. "Good morning Giotto, Tsuna."
Giotto greeted the man with a smile, "Good morning Knuckle, I see you're ready to go. Remember, He needs to give you another set,"
"Yes, is there anything else?" asked Knuckle. The man was already turning to leave.
"Actually, can I bother you to take Tsuna as well? He hasn't been to that district yet," said Giotto, gesturing at Tsuna.
Knuckle looked at the brunette in surprise, "Really? Why not, come on then. We're leaving now."
"It's fine to just introduce him and let him wander after that. I gave him a map, so he won't get lost," called Giotto as he watched the two leave, "Be safe."
Knuckle glanced at the brunette that was now accompanying him, "Did he tell you where we're heading?"
Tsuna shook his head in denial, "There were no names on the map; just a bunch of buildings." The two were walking through the halls at a moderate pace.
Knuckle nodded, "Well, where we are heading is a place that another guardian usually frequents."
Tsuna raised his brow, "I see. Who is it?"
"It'll be a surprise," said Knuckle with a chuckle. The two left the building and into the bustling street. The markets that they passed were swarming with early buyers, eager to get the freshest of the foods and meat produce. As they passed through the crowds, there were calls of greeting. Knuckle waved as he walked pass the people. Tsuna raised his brow, the man was well liked. Such was evident when some shop owners constantly tried to give the man things.
"Knuckle, sir. Please accept this. I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for our daughter," said one man.
Knuckle held up his hand in refusal, "Keep it, Giovanni. The fact that your daughter is well now is more than enough for me."
As they continued, Tsuna was inclined to notice that it was all similar. The man must have helped them with his flames and his medicine. Tsuna gave a small smile. He really was a caring man, just like Ryohei.
"Tsuna, Don't fall behind. I don't want to lose you here," called Knuckle. The man was at the entrance of a brick building. Tsuna quickly moved through the people and approached the entrance. It was a three story building. Though it looked insignificant, it was comparatively cleaner to the other buildings near it. Knuckle rang the bell and the two waited outside. After a moment, the door opened. There stood a butler who looked to be barely thirty. "Good day, Knuckle. And who might this be?"
Knuckle smiled, "Good morning, Jared. This is Tsuna, Giotto's new advisor."
Tsuna gave a small smile and a slight bow, "Pleasure to meet you." The brunette could not help but feel as if he was being sized up by the man. There was neither a flicker nor a change in expression, "Very well, sir. Please come this way. He's expecting you."
Tsuna followed the two men quietly, all the while looking around. The halls were a rich mahogany and well lit. There was not a speck of dust or furniture out of place. People that walked pass them were all from different walks of life. In a way, it was similar to what he saw in the morning in the breakfast hall. They turned another corner before coming across the destination. The butler opened the door for them. The two entered the room. Light streamed in from the windows at the end of the room. On one side of the room, maps, papers, and pictures people's faces. The other side contained shelves of books, shelves upon shelves of books.
Sitting a few feet away from them was a light blond haired man working at the only desk in the room. Tsuna widened his eyes as he realized just who the man resembled. "Alaude, it's been a while since I last seen you," greeted Knuckle.
The blonde hair man looked up from his work and leveled an irritated look at Knuckle, "I had work that needed to be done." He then returned to his work, blatantly ignoring the two men.
Knuckle beckoned Tsuna to stand next to him, "Alaude, this is Tsuna, Giotto's new advisor." Alaude paused in the middle of what he was written and stared at the brunette, "A new advisor?" Tsuna could not help but once again feel like he was being studied.
Knuckle continued, "This is Alaude, Tsuna. He's also one of Giotto's guardians. Where I am the Sun guardian, he is the Cloud guardian."
Tsuna gave a small nod, "Pleasure to meet you." The brunette then recalled what Giotto had given him and hastily shuffled through the bag. After a few moments, he produced the packet envelope that Giotto had given him.
Knuckle raised his brow as the brunette presented the envelope to the blonde, "This is from Giotto." There was a tense moment of silence before the man accepted the envelope, much to Tsuna's relief, "If possible, can I be excused? I do not want to impose any longer."
Alaude stared at the brunette, not a flicker of emotion passed in his eyes, "Jared will lead you out."
Tsuna thanked the blonde and waved goodbye to Knuckle. With that the brunette departed from the room. "What do you think?" asked Knuckle as he seated himself onto the cushioned sofa that was placed to the side of the desk.
Alaude frowned, "Why did Giotto choose such a fragile thing?" Knuckle shrugged, "I was hoping that you could look into it. None of us know who he or what his background is."
The blonde raised his brow, disbelief in his eyes "Even G?"
Knuckle nodded, "I don't understand what Giotto is doing here. With everything the way it is now, I don't think it is an extremely great idea to bring someone new into the fold. God surely has something planned for us."
Alaude furrowed his brow at the believer, "Very well. I will have my men look into it." As if the man heard his call, Jared entered the room and gave Alaude a questioning look. "Have somebody track that man and checkup with Lori; tell him to look for any information concerning the man," ordered Alaude. Jared nodded and quickly departed.
"Now that that matter is settled, we have more pressing matters to attend to..."
Tsuna took in his surroundings and sighed. The nearest location was a good couple of blocks away. Tsuna looked at the map once more before tucking it safely into his pocket. The brunette began walking, all the while thinking about the man he had just seen. In a way, the man possessed the aura that surrounded his own guardian, the aloofness. Alaude, however, was more restrained in terms of emotion. Tsuna turned another corner, he was almost there. During their lessons, Reborn did say that Alaude was the head of a secret intelligence force, similar to what Hibari with his disciplinary faction. He frowned slightly at that thought. If that were so, then he had a sinking suspicion that the man would not have let him leave so easily…
Tsuna spun around quickly, almost crashing into the people that were walking by. Sure enough, he saw a brown haired man retreat back around the corner he had just turned. Tsuna cursed softly, picking up his pace. He needed to lose the man and quick. He was almost there. He looked around before turning another corner into the bustling street. It was teeming with people buying food and meat produce. There was not a single place on the street that was not filled with people. He gave a grim smile, thankful that he had made the right pick. Just as he let himself be pushed into the crowd, he looked back to catch a quick glimpse of the brown haired man cursing. There was no way the man could find him in this mess. He was safe… for now.
Tsuna looked around at the shops before finding the one that Giotto had circled. It was a mixture of a bar and café. Tsuna eyed the man that was behind the bar, serving a man coffee. The two of them looked strangely familiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized just who they were. He quickly entered the shop, a small bell rung, making his presence known. Charles looked up and raised his brow in surprise. "Tsuna?"
Andrew, who had been drinking his begun drinking his coffee sputtered, nearly choking. He too, turned to the brunette. Tsuna gave a small wave, "Good morning Charles, Andrew. I did not realize that it was your shop that I chose."
Charles raised his brow in curiosity, "Just what were you planning to do here?"
Tsuna held the bag up to the two men, "Change, if that is alright with you"
The two men traded looks of amusement, "So he's making you do it instead?" Tsuna furrowed his brow in confusion, "Do what?"
Andrew laughed, "You are a funny man." The man then took another gulp, downing the last of the coffee, "I will be leaving then. It's a shame that I will be missing this, but work calls. Tell me about it, Charles." The auburn haired man waved and left, disappearing into the crowd of people.
Charles also let out a small chuckle, "We know about you going to do, since it was us that gave the information for that." Charles took the empty cup and beckoned the brunette to follow.
Tsuna raised his brow and followed the owner of the shop. They walked to the back of the café and up a flight of stairs. Charles opened the door to the room and moved to open the window. Light streaked into the small room brightening the space. It had a sink with a mirror handing over it and a small bed to the side. "This is usually where Giotto get's ready. Mind you, to other people this is a guest's room. I am to assume that you know not to tell anybody?"
Tsuna nodded his head, "Yes, thank you, sir."
Charles shook his head and chuckled once more, "Now, now. Just call me, Charles. A friend of Giotto's is a friend of mine."
Tsuna gave a small smile, "Thank you, Charles."
Charles waved it off, "I do want to see your end product. Be sure to come and let me see before you leave." The man left, closing the door behind him. Tsuna sighed. Well at least he had a place to change in.
Hope you liked it. I know Alaude is a bit OC, but i hope that later, i can develop him more. Sorry. I hope there weren't that many grammar errors. :x Feel free to critique or comment. Thank you for reading. =)