Destiny's Flame

FILLER CHAPTER

A young twenty year old Sicilian, with light brown hair, and emerald eyes, stared at the young man before him. It had been a while since they had last met – five years ago – and he had to agree that Giotto grew up.

He is already fifteen by now, he thought with a wry smile. And yet he has already entered the Mafia World.

"How are you, Aldo?" Giotto asked.

"I am fine," Aldo gave a charming smile, "I trust that you too are doing fine?"

"Yes," the blonde boy nodded.

"Tell me, Giotto," Aldo breathed, clenching his fists, "What the hell possessed you to join the Mafia?" he asked.

"I don't know, exactly," Giotto stated with a shrug. "But, I knew you would find out, sooner or later, anyway."

"Being an informant is not a joke!" Aldo suddenly got up from his seat. "You are in danger! You might get killed! You might risk the lives of those around you! Can't you see, Giotto? The harsh reality—"

"I already made my decision, Aldo, you cannot change what is already done," Giotto suddenly turned serious. "My mother is already ill, how can I support her, if I cannot take a job?"

"You could always ask help fr—"

"No," Giotto cut him off. "I cannot accept your offer again, Aldo."

"So you think that risking your life will make you independent?!" Aldo cried, smacking his fist onto the table. "Wake up, Giotto! We don't want you to die like your father!" emerald eyes widened, and Aldo immediately covered his mouth. He hung his head low and muttered: "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too, Aldo. But I need to go back, now," Giotto stated, turning around and living in haste.

Aldo collapsed on his chair. He buried his head on his hands. What an idiot, I am, he thought.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next month, Aldo and his subordinates were watching two of their rival families. He knew that they were planning the Scuro family's demise. And that they were after the Vongola Rings, entrusted to the Scuro family.

It only took an hour for them to notice him and his subordinates.

What a bunch of fools, Aldo thought with a smirk as he plunged his claymore onto another man's chest.

"Watch out, boss!"

Aldo didn't have time to react. He turned around and awaited the impact.

He heard the gun fire, but he didn't feel any impact.

He opened his eyes and saw a bright orange flame, on the forehead of, none other than, his old friend, Giotto.

The Sky Dying Will Flame! He thought, 'Maybe, he is one of those chosen…

"Are you alright, Aldo?" Giotto asked as the bright orange flame on his forehead subsided, he let go of the gun, letting it fall to the ground with a small thud, and smiled slightly.

"Giotto," Aldo breathed staring down at the young teen. A huge vein popped out of his forehead and he hit the young teen on the head in annoyance. "What are you doing here, idiot?"

"Hey! I just saved your life!" the young teen complained, rubbing his head.

"A gun is unfitting for you," Aldo stated with a sigh, placing a hand on Giotto's head. "How about trying some gauntlets, for a change?" he suggested.

"I don't have any," the blonde frowned, trying to pry off Aldo's hand on his head. It made him feel short, whenever someone placed a hand on his head.

"Are you really an informant?" Aldo asked, amused, "Or are you just forgetting that I am a Mafia boss?"

"I can't possibly--!"

"Just accept my generosity, brat," he smacked his head once again.

"Stop that!" Giotto argued.

"It's not my fault you're still small," Aldo shrugged and pulled his hand back to his side.