A/N: Ciaossu, minna! First, I would like to congratulate an author who won the guessing game (refer to chapter 3) and provided me with the idea for this chapter: dreamheart6789. Next, I would like to thank my beloved readers for reading my first fic. Third, feel free to PM me whatever ideas you want for the fic and I'll see if it's good enough to write. Please review as much as you like, I'm fine with criticism. Anyway, enjoy the 4th chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Chapter 4: Christmas Memories

"Guys, would you like to see my new invention?" Talbot called out to Giotto and his fellow guardians. Said seven mafioso glanced up and saw what seemed like the time portal they had used to change history. "Ha-ha, very funny Uncle Talbot. We know that's your time machine so there's no need for us to feel excited like we used to when we were kids." G stated and everybody present could notice an obvious trace of sarcasm.

"But G, when you guys were kids, you were always the first one to bombard me with questions about whatever inventions I made." Talbot reminisced, earning a snigger from Giotto. He still remembered how G used to have a sparkle in his eyes whenever Talbot introduced his inventions.

As childhood friends, Giotto and G had practically grew up together under Talbot's care since both of them lost their parents during a large-scale massacre, courtesy of the local police who tried to get rid of those who refused to be recruited into the army, but that's another story. He still remembered how G used to have a sparkle in his eyes whenever Talbot introduced his inventions.

"Anyway…" the voice of his Vongola mechanic pulled him away from memory lane:" this machine is supposed to help you relive certain memories in your life." Talbot said. "Really, let me try." Giotto offered to be Talbot's lab rat and walked towards the machine.

"Ok, so basically, you step into the portal while thinking of the memory you want to experience and the portal will take you there, no matter how distant the memory. For example, you can experience the day you celebrated your first birthday, even if you can barely remember what happened." Talbot explained.

"So wouldn't it change history? I mean, what if we did something totally different from what we've done in the first place?" Giotto questioned. "Well, technically you are there but you exist there as a ghost. No one can see you or hear you. Besides, you can't touch anything there." Talbot said. Satisfied with Talbot's answer, Giotto stepped toward the portal and beckoned for the rest of the guardians to follow. G looked at Giotto and asked:" Giotto, what are you thinking this time?" Giotto just shrugged and asked them not to think of anything as he wanted to show them something. Giotto closed his eyes and concentrated on his memory and stepped through the portal while the others followed suit.

When they opened their eyes again, they realized they were at a marketplace from 2 years ago. The whole place looked just like the modern shopping mall we see everywhere, only it didn't have roofs. Heck, there was even people dressed up as Santa greeting people Buon Natale, which means Merry Christmas in Italian."Hohoho, this is a great way to earn extra pocket money, right G?" A fake Santa turned around to speak to another.

"Great way, my ass, the weather's damn cold and I hate it when the kids want me to give them presents instead of the sweets we were supposed to sell. Don't they know Santa's just an imaginary figment?" G grumbled."Maa, maa, G, our shift ends in a few more minutes so cheer up! Besides, you believed in Santa too when you were little." Asari patted G on the back." Says the person who managed to sell all his sweets and had to restock at least thrice. And I already stopped believing in Santa long ago so drop it." G snapped.

"Well, you can't blame him G. Many children like a cheerful Santa, not one who likes to yell obscenities at them every five minutes." Giotto chuckled." Oh, finally, our shift ends." G flipped open his pocket watch and was relieved to see the clock's hands pointing at half past five.

The others made their way back to the makeshift hut where their boss, Ilario was waiting. Ilario looked like a carbon copy of Santa, only he was beardless, had chestnut colored hair and he was jollier." Let's see. Giotto, you sold 1 and a half basket of sweets so that gives you 150 florins." Ilario looked at his basket and gave 150 florins to Giotto (A/N: Florin was a type of Italian currency used in Giotto's time. And the name Ilario means joyful and happy in Italian. Suits Ilario's character, huh?)." Asari, you sold 4 baskets so that gives you 400 florins." He dropped a money bag into Asari's waiting hands.

Ilario then looked at G's basket and gave him an apologetic smile. "G you sold half a basket of sweets so you only have 50 florins." He gave G a bag considerably smaller than Asari's. G tried his best not to let Ilario hear his endless string of curses.

Meanwhile, Daemon watched from the side along with the others (they were the ones that stepped through the portal, mind you)."Nufufufu, 50 florins only? No wonder you seemed mad for the rest of the day." Daemon smirked. G muttered for him to shut up before they continued to watch their past selves.

"Hahaha, I bet nobody will get as much money as I have." Asari said cheerfully as he pocketed his earnings. Oh, the things he could buy with that sum of money. "Tch, don't be so full of yourself, flute freak. I bet Alaude probably harassed the kids into buying his sweets." G tried to bust Asari's bubble, but he jaw dropped when he saw the enormous moneybags Alaude and Daemon were holding. Heck, they were at least 5, no, scratch that, 8 times bigger than Asari's. He turned to his right and saw a fainted blond while Asari was eyeing their bags with disbelief.

"Nufufufu, is somebody jealous…" Daemon smirked, looking at their bags. "H-How did you manage to sell 32 baskets of sweets each? Asari stammered, obviously shocked. "Hn, the melon head used illusions so the basket appeared empty while I asked my CEDEF colleagues to buy whatever sweets I sold." Alaude answered.

"HIEEE! That's cheating!" Giotto suddenly came to and yelled (Well, he was Dame-Tsuna's great-great-great grandfather so it's no surprise he got his scream from him, right?). "Don't worry, Elena told me to split the money with you guys no matter what as a Christmas present while Alaude promised Talbot he would use the money to buy presents instead of donating them to the school and split the remaining as well." Daemon reassured them.

"So if you two have 6400 florins in total, and the three of us make 600 florins, so that makes 7000 florins. Since Lampo and Knuckle didn't sell any sweets, we can get 1400 florins each." G made the conclusion. "Really? Grazie Elena, Uncle Talbot!" Giotto raised his hands into the air.

"Yeah, 1400 florins would be enough to buy ourselves a Christmas present, huh?" Asari agreed. "Alright, enough talk, let's just go get ourselves some Christmas presents and meet up at the mansion by 9, ok guys?" Giotto put an arm around his right hand man. And so, everybody set off to buy whatever they liked as a present.

4 hours later…

"Whoa, G, is that a new tattoo?" Giotto asked. "Yeah, I used it to cover my scar. Got the idea from the new smoke dealer." G said but Giotto could notice a faint hint of sadness in his voice. G had gotten that scar trying to defend himself during the massacre 15 years ago. Seeing that scar everyday reminded him of the incident. Even though the pain of losing his parents had decreased over the years, the 20 year old adult had never managed to get over the whole incident. After all, his mother did die trying to protect him.

"Wow, that tattoo looks cool on you, G." Asari complimented while the others nodded. Even Alaude gave a grunt to show he agreed. They had all heard of his sad story and were relieved to see G give them a smile.

"Anyway, let the present exchanging begin!" Giotto announced. "Hey, Lampo." G called. Said guardian turned around and caught a present from G. He opened it and was surprised to see a whole jar of his favorite grape candy. "Yay, thanks G!" Lampo thanked his friend as he popped a candy into his mouth. "Yeah, I have my nice moments." G said with a wave of his hands.

"Okay G, now it's my turn." Giotto gave a present to G. It looked huge so G got very curious. He was surprised when he saw a bow and sitting in the box. "I broke your toy bow when we were kids so… I thought I'd give you a new one. This bow uses flames as arrows so you can never run out of ammo. Got it from Talbot for free." Giotto said with a grin. G smiled and gave his childhood friend a hug. " Thanks, Giotto." G answered.

"I've got you a present too, Asari." Knuckles called out to Asari and tossed him a present. Asari opened the present and froze. "My shakuhachi… I thought I sold it to that merchant years ago." Asari took out his beloved flute.

"Well, Giotto told me about your flute so I bought it back on my last mission to Japan. I was lucky to make it in time as the merchant was about to give it to his son. Guess he didn't know how to appreciate good music." Knuckles said. Asari tried not to let his tears flow as he blew a tune from the flute that was given to him by his late grandfather.

"Oh, Alaude~ I have a present for you…" Daemon called in his sing-song voice and gave Alaude his present. Alaude gave Daemon a small smile when he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He saw a card from Talbot wishing him Buon Natale, meaning the handcuffs were Talbot's work." Hn, thanks, some handcuffs have really bad quality." Alaude said.

"Umm… Giotto." Lampo called. Giotto turned around and saw a cloak in Lampo's hands." Buon Natale, grande fratello (Merry Christmas, big brother)." Lampo smiled when Giotto put the cloak on. Knuckles got a new copy of the Bible from Elena while Alaude gave Talbot a staff so he could walk better.

" Hey, guys, look who's here!" Masamoto Ame called from the door. G rushed to open the door and Ame stepped in." I thought I'd paint a portrait of you guys on Christmas." Ame said with a smile, gesturing to the easel and bench outside.

An hour later, the portrait was done and Giotto decided to hang it in the main hall for everyone to see. "Oh, and guys, I made you all a scarf so you won't feel so cold in the winter. By the way, nice tattoo, G." Ame complimented when she handed G his scarf. G blushed as he muttered his thanks.

Later, G entertained everybody with playing the harpsichord (Yes, G actually plays a musical instrument) while Asari played tune after tune with his long-lost flute. Daemon surprised Elena by conjuring a bouquet of roses out of nowhere and giving them to her. Later, they watched the fireworks in the sky and were amazed by the colorful patterns they created. Suddenly, G felt a weight on his shoulder. G tilted his head to the side and smiled when he saw Ame sleeping on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, the first generation watched over their past selves with a smile." Nufufufu, Ame slept on G's shoulder that night? No wonder they were both blushing when she left… "Daemon teased, earning a glare from G." Anyway, the memory's over so we should go back now." Giotto stopped Daemon and they all closed their eyes before returning to the present.

When they opened their eyes again, they found Talbot sleeping on a chair. Giotto checked his pocket watch and was surprised to see that they were just in time for dinner. They ate their dinner and went to bed after they sent Talbot home." Giotto, why did you take us there in the first place?" G asked before they turned the lights out.

"Nothing, just wanted to relive the best memories of my life." Giotto answered. G smiled and looked up at the starry night sky. "You know what, Giotto, that was the best memory of my life too. I never regretted being friends with you." He said, looking at his weapon that was a Christmas gift from his childhood playmate, boss and probably his best friend for life.

A/N: And that is how G got his tattoo and G's Archery, how Asari got his flute back, how Alaude got his handcuffs, and how Giotto got his cloak. Wait a minute, 2200 words?! This is probably the longest chapter I've written! Yay for me!

By the way, I'm not used to writing family stuff so please review or my writing skills will continue to be an eyesore for you all. And all the Italian greetings and sentences have been translated using .net and it is pretty reliable so don't hesitate to use it next time you're translating.

Anyway, happy birthday Mukuro! (For those who don't know his birthday, it's the 9th of June, which is the day after tomorrow) Requests for the next chapter are welcome and that's all I'm gonna say. Ciao ciao!