"What? You had a son and you didn't tell me?" a man asked of his wife.
"I'm sorry," she replied. "I gave birth to him when I was only eighteen, then left him with his father. I haven't even seen him once since!"
"That is no excuse!" thundered her husband. "Listen here, Asako, we've been married for almost two years now, I've told you about my first marriage, and you've been keeping this from me? Well, I will not stand for it!"
The woman who went by the name of Asako gasped. "T-then what do you want me to do?" she sobbed.
"Isn't it obvious? I want custody of that boy! I am the president of a very large company, and I need to keep up my image! If it were to be found out that my wife had a child out of wedlock and then abandoned him, my reputation would go down the drain!"
"It won't be found out," his wife protested. "Anyways, I'm sure the boy is someone you do not want to be living with us. If anything, he will probably ruin your reputation even more if he were to live with us."
"I thought you hadn't seen him since he was born?" asked the man suspiciously. "How would you know how he behaves?"
"I don't," she replied, "but surely he's grown up just like his father, whom I assure you is not a pleasant man."
"Enough!" declared the man. "I shall decide that when I meet him. Next week, we are going to meet the boy, and convince him to come live with us!"
Asako merely sighed, knowing that there was no way she was going to change her husband's mind. "As you wish, dear."
At that moment, an eleven-year-old girl with purplish-pink hair poked her head into the room. "Father? Mother? What are you talking about?"
The Japanese woman merely smiled at her stepdaughter. "Nothing you need to worry yourself about, dear."
Not getting an answer from her mother, the girl turned to look at her father, who smiled indulgently.
Placing a fatherly kiss on her head, he said, "Bianchi, dear, you are about to become an older sister."
A week later, the doorbell at the Vongola mansion rang, announcing the arrival of unexpected guests.
When Ferro heard it, he became confused. Being the head butler at the Vongola mansion, he knew about all comings and goings, and he always knew when they were expecting guests, so why hadn't he known about this?
He knew for a fact that there wasn't supposed to be anybody coming to the mansion today, and the thought of anyone coming unannounced to the Vongola estate seemed out of the question. It just wasn't done.
As he was thinking all this, he was making his way to the front door, and when he opened it, he found a small family of three standing on the doorstep. He could tell, from their clothes, that this was quite a wealthy family, yet nowhere near as wealthy as his masters.
"My apologies," said the man as soon as their attention was on him. "But I do not believe we were expecting you, dear guests."
"No need for apologies, my good man. It really is our fault. I do apologize that we were not able to call beforehand. My name is Giacomo Moretti, and this is my family. If it's not too much trouble, I would like to see a man by the name of G, whom I am led to believe lives here."
Ferro was surprised when he heard that they were looking for Master G. Now that he took a closer look at her though, the man was surprised to see that Moretti's wife was someone he recognised well; someone who was most definitely not welcome at the mansion.
Giacomo saw that butler's expression suddenly stiffen, and wondered at the reason. Normally, he would have asked, but the man was suddenly feeling a little nervous.
Until they had arrived, he had gotten it into his head that, in case the other party was unwilling, he could bully them into accepting his offer of taking custody of the child using his power; needless to say, that was impossible now that he knew that the other party was the wealthier of the two.
His expression stiff, and obviously disliking what he was about to say next, the man turned and motioned for them to come in, saying, "If you'll please follow me, I shall lead you to the living room, then go fetch master G."
Nodding tersely, Giacomo stepped inside, followed by his wife and daughter. As he followed the butler, the man tried not to gawk at the luxuries which were slowly revealing themselves to him.
After walking for a short time, they were led to a spacious living room, with two walls made completely of glass (bullet proof of course, but he didn't know that). Beyond the glass, the forest outside could be seen, and the sunlight coming in gave the room a greenish glow, making the atmosphere strangely calming. On one of the two walls not made of glass hung a painting of six young men who looked to be in their early twenties situated around a young blue-eyed blond, who seemed to be the same age as the others and was sitting on a plush, red, high-backed chair.
There was a white coffee table in the room with elegant black sofas situated around it, and other pieces of elegant, expensive looking furniture.
Taking a seat on one of the sofas, Giacomo took out a handkerchief and nervously wiped the sweat that was gathering on his brow. Looking towards his wife, the man said to her, "Asako, you never told me this man was rich."
"Well, he's-" she began, but was interrupted by a door slamming open.
As everyone turned to look towards the door, they saw two boys, both about nine-years-old, tumble into the room. The moment they made contact with the floor, they both immediately jumped back to their feet and stood facing each other, standing a few feet apart. Both were completely still for a second. Then, in the blink of an eye, the one on the left, who had unruly black hair and steel grey eyes, took out a pair of weapons that looked suspiciously like nightsticks. Lunging at the other boy, he looked as if he was about to seriously injure him, but just before he made contact, a trident appeared in the other boy's hand and he blocked the attack just in time.
Giacomo looked at the scene going on before him with interest.
Before the boys could go any further in their fight, another young boy came in; this one had chocolate brown eyes and matching brown hair that stuck up every which way, and he looked to be a year or two younger than the other two.
"Kyoya! Mukuro! Please stop fighting!" the young boy said tearfully, stepping in between the two. "You two might get seriously hurt, and uncle Alaude and uncle Daemon will get mad!"
For a second, it looked as if the two boys would just ignore the little brunette that had stepped between them, so Giacomo was surprised when, a moment later, the boys suddenly dropped their fighting stances and put their weapons away.
The one who had previously been holding the trident grinned widely at the brunette, seeming to be completely ignoring the other boy.
"Dear Tsunayoshi, have you always been so adorable?" he asked, pinching the brunette's cheeks.
Swatting his hand away, the one known as Tsunayoshi said in a sulky voice, "I told you to stop saying that, big brother. I'm only two years younger than you."
"Kufufu, no can do, little one, you're too-"
"Herbivore," interrupted the other boy, who had been quiet until now.
"Yes, Kyoya?" asked Tsuna, looking questioningly at his brother.
"We aren't expecting any visitors today, are we?"
"I don't think so," replied Tsuna, following his brother's gaze. When he saw the three people sitting on the couch, staring at them with interest, his face heated into a blush and he walked quickly over. "Hello," said Tsuna to the couple. "My name is Tsunayoshi Taru, and my father owns place. May I inquire as to who you three may be?"
Before Giacomo could reply, a new voice from the doorway said, "Come here, Tsuna, you needn't associate yourselves with them."
When Giacomo looked to the source of the voice, he saw one of the young men from the painting that was hanging on the wall. This man had pale red hair that looked almost pink and a red tattoo on his face, and the scowl he was wearing spoke volumes.
There was a barely audible gasp from beside him as Asako also caught sight of the man, and she whispered, "G. . ."
SkyGem: Hm, I quite liked this chapter ^_^. It's a bit longer than the last one, which I'm happy for. Today, instead of leaving it to the last minute, I actually started writing this story earlier, so I was able to take my time, and actually write it properly, instead of rushing to get it finished XD. Anyways, please do leave a review and tell me what you thought, and like I said in the third chapter of TItP, I'll be updating this tomorrow too ^_^. So until then, ciao~