"Nagi-chan? What's wrong?"

The little purple-haired girl looked over to the source of the voice with tears in her eyes. "M-my hair…what h-happened to my hair?" she asked, hiccupping.

"Your…hair?" asked Giotto, confused. "What about it?"

"What h-happened to it?" she asked.

By now, Giotto was thoroughly confused. "I…don't see anything wrong," he said. "Wasn't it like that when you came to the mansion?"

This seemed to confuse her. "E-eh? I-it's been like this the whole time?"

Giotto just stared blankly at the girl. Then, turning to his mist guardian with a scowl on his face, he said in a dangerous voice, "Daemon…"

Daemon, who had been watching with a dumbstruck expression on his face, turned to look at Giotto when he heard his name come out of the blonde's mouth.

Seeing the expression on his boss's face, he slowly started backing away, scared as hell. Raising his hands in front of him, he said, "It wasn't me! S-she had that hairstyle when I first met her! I swear it!"

The illusionist knew that his boss didn't believe him, and he was about to make another defense when there was a burst of creepy laughter, and everyone turned to look at the last pineapple head in the room.

The young bluenette was holding his stomach, laughing hysterically while everyone in the room just stared at him in shock.

"You-!" gasped out Daemon, suddenly remembering that the boy could also make illusions.

Nagi, despite not knowing what they were saying, did realize that it must have been the boy, Rokudo-san, who had done this to her. She also knew, from observing his battle with Daemon earlier, that this hairstyle wasn't real.

The girl walked up to him, interrupting Daemon and claiming everyone's attention.

Standing in front of Rokudo-san and trying not to cry, she sniffled once and said, "P-please return my hair to n-normal. P-please."

Despite not knowing Japanese, it wasn't that hard for Mukuro to get the gist of what she was saying.

For a second, he considered not listening to her request, but when he saw how hard she was trying not to cry, the little humanity the boy had in him compelled him to grant her request.

Sighing, he turned around grumpily, releasing his illusion on the girl's hair.

The next moment, instead of a pineapple hairstyle, young Nagi had long purple hair that reached almost to her waist, and had no resemblance to a pineapple whatsoever.

Mukuro walked away grumbling, and Nagi let out a relieved sigh.

The other three in the room, however, were very much surprised at how different Nagi's new hairstyle made her look. She looked…normal.

Smiling, young Tsuna happily skipped up to her, smiling brightly.

"No matter what she looks like, Nagi-chan is always so pretty!"

The Japanese girl blushed at this and stuttered out, "A-arigatou Sawada-san."

Shaking his head, Tsuna replied with, "You can call me Tsu-kun! That's what okaa-san always calls me!"

"H-hai," replied the girl, even shyer than before.

Tsuna looked as if he would have replied, but at that moment, a small yawn escaped from the boy's mouth, and was soon taken up by Nagi, and even Mukuro, who was sulking in the corner.

Chuckling, Giotto bent to pick up the small child, who squealed and grabbed tightly onto Giotto's neck when he was taken away from the floor.

"It's still a little early, but why don't you guys take a nap? You've all had quite a busy day," said Giotto sweetly, carrying Tsuna back towards their own bedroom. Before stepping out into the hall, he turned to look at Nagi meaningfully, then said to Mukuro in Italian, "You get some sleep too, Mukuro!"

"Whatever," replied Mukuro in a nonchalant voice, before turning to do exactly what the blond had said and climbing into Daemon's bed, patting the spot beside him to show that Nagi was also welcome.

The girl hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he'd done to her hair. When she saw Mukuro's expression, though, she decided that maybe she could trust him this one time.

Climbing into the bed beside him, she lay down and closed her eyes.

"Mi dispiace…" said a quiet voice and the girl couldn't help but smile. Now she knew how to say 'I'm sorry' in Italian.

As they slowly drifted off to sleep, neither paid any attention to Daemon, who was staring at them with shocked eyes, wondering when he had become so weak that two children could steal his bed and get away with it unharmed.

After tucking Tsuna into his bed, Giotto called for a meeting with all of his guardians.

When they all arrived, they had grave expressions on their faces.

Even before Giotto could start talking, Asari said, "We must return these children to their home quickly! We must not let them be caught up in the mafia."

"I agree," said Knuckle quietly. "Surely God would never forgive us if we were to drag these innocent children into our dark world."

There was a snort from across the table. "Innocent?" asked Daemon in a disbelieving voice. With one look from Giotto, though, he was silenced, crossing his arms across his chest and looking away, grumbling quietly to himself about how there was no way in hell that that pineapple head was innocent.

"I am in full agreement with the two of you," said Giotto, looking first at his rain guardian, then at his sun guardian. Finally, he turned to look at Alaude and asked, "Have you talked to Talbot?"

The Skylark nodded. "When I explained to the herbivore what had happened, he looked as if I had made some kind of discovery and said "I was wondering what that disturbance was! Not to worry, I shall have those children back in their own time before they know it!" "

Giotto nodded at this, seeming a little less worried. "Did he give you an estimate of how long he it might take?"

Here, Alaude growled under his breath, saying, "One month."

There was complete silence around the table.

"One…month?" asked G, disbelieving.

"I have to deal with those brats for one month?" demanded Daemon, his expression horrified.

"Will you just plug it?" asked G, looking even more irritated than the illusionist. "There's no way your brats are as annoying as the one I have to deal with."

"Wanna bet?" asked Daemon, glowering.

Before G could accept, their boss interrupted them.

"Enough," said Giotto, a note of finality in his voice. "We have more important matters to deal with right now. The fact that Talbot can't send the children back home for a month can't be helped. Until then, we'll just have to stay on guard. Only three guardians can be away from the mansion at a time, and even though it's been divided up like this, you're not only responsible for looking after the child that is sharing your room with you. If you see any of the children in danger, or if any of them need anything, it's your job to help. Got it?"

Everyone around the table nodded.

"And I do believe it would be best not to tell other families that they are currently staying with us," added Asari. "It would be the equivalent of inviting them to try kidnapping the children. We must keep them a secret for them to remain safe."

Suddenly, Daemon's expression became mischievous, and without even having to look at him, Giotto said, "Don't even think about it, Daemon."

Now, Daemon wasn't stupid; he knew that his boss was a total pushover when it came to most things. When it came to the safety of children (and the safety of his sweets), though, there was not a single soul on Earth that could disobey him and get away without being maimed and/or losing their lives.

"Yes, Primo," said the illusionist meekly, pouting that he had been discovered so fast.

"But I wonder why Lampo doesn't have a doppelganger?" Asari suddenly asked, and everything stopped.

Everyone turned to look at the youngest guardian, and he shrugged, making an expression as if to say, "How should I know?"

Giotto, deep in thought, suddenly had an idea. "Maybe…it's the age difference?"

"Age difference?" asked G.

The blond nodded. "I mean, they all look a lot like us…maybe they have similar age differences too?"

Everyone thought about this, and suddenly, Knuckle's face broke into a wide smile. "Of course!" he said. "Lampo is about eight years younger than Giotto, and that boy, Tsuna, looks about four. Lampo's kid probably isn't born yet!"

"Thank God," grumbled Lampo, who didn't like kids all that much. The other guardians knew, though, that deep inside, he was probably feeling disappointed.

"Well-" began Giotto, ready to end the meeting, but was interrupted by a polite knock on the door (how can a knock be polite?). Frowning a little, he said, "Come in!"

The door opened, and there stood a maid, her expression looking absolutely heartbroken.

"Mariam?" asked Giotto, confused. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"One of the young masters is crying…" she said, stepping aside to show Tsuna standing beside her, his little face red, and his eyes filled with tears that had already spilled over onto his cheeks. "I-I apologize, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I brought him here…"

Standing up, Giotto crossed the room to the little boy, kneeling in front of him. "Tsuna-kun? Is there something wrong?" he asked. "Did you get hurt?"

The little brunette shook his head. "I-I want my okaa-san…"

SkyGem: Aww, poor Tsuna dear…haha, well, this chapter was quite long…as an apology for taking so long to update. I know I said this last time, but I'll do my best not to take so long next time. So please do review and tell me what you thought, ne? Ciao~

P.S. This fic isn't going to be anywhere near as long as RaF. It's going to end in about five or six chapters (because this whole thing is actually a prologue for another fic XD).