To clear up any confusion you might have…

1) Tsuna died and went back to the Elgan Order. But he still has memories of being Sawada Tsunayoshi (usually they would be wiped clean and his memories of being an angel would return to him)

2) When he arrives on Earth, he will not have any memories (which is normal for an angel)

Therefore, only a part of him is acting abnormal (refer to point #1).

3) The rest of the guardians are also angels, but Reborn is not.

What happened in the last chapter…

After explaining what the Elgan Order was and how angels went down to Earth to complete missions, Tsuna, Yamamoto, Chrome, and Mukuro visited the archangel who turned out to be Byakuran. Without giving Tsuna much of an apology or a chance to regain his angelic memories, Byakuran sends Tsuna back to Earth for another mission. Another mission, that is, with the Mafa in a parallel universe, where the Tenth Vongola and the Guardians aren't Tsuna friends. Actually, they don't know he exists at all.


Chapter 3

~EO!~

Leaning over the edge, Yamamoto and Chrome watched Tsuna take his first breath.

Yamamoto laughed. "I'm always surprised at the size of babies when they are first born!"

Chrome smiled. "He seems to be fine. I'm relieved."

"I wonder what Tsuna's reaction will be if he ever finds out about the little joke on his name," Yamamoto mused.

Chrome nudged him. "Shh, they're naming him!"

They leaned further out in anticipation.

~EO!~


"Congratulations, it's a boy!" The nurse said with a beaming smile at the exhausted mother. The mother sighed in relief and tilted her head to her husband who sat beside her, mirroring her giddy smile.

"Then that means his name is Giotto," the father said with a chuckle. They had already decided on the names of the boy or girl that was to be their first child.

"Hello, Giotto," Tsuna's mother said to him when the nurse held out her son.

Tsuna was crying and crying and just wouldn't stop.

"Strong lungs, I would say," the doctor who oversaw the labour said with a laugh of her own.


Years Later...

"Mama! Papa!" A four-year-old Tsuna rushed out of his playroom and crashed into his parents when he heard the door open.

"Giotto! We missed you!" His father dropped his brief case, lifted Tsuna into his arms, and tossed his son into the air. Tsuna shrieked and held on. His soft brown hair was a blur for several seconds while he was being tossed.

"Put him down," his mother said in a panic. "You'll drop him!" Father and son continued to laugh as they pranced into the spacious and baby-proofed living room. There were two couches facing each other with a large, thick carpet separating it. The wide screen television hung on the wall and another set of couches sat in front of it, along with a carpet table which was now covered with crayons and drawings. The fireplace was installed into the wall at another corner for a warm and cozy winter night.

"Jeez," Tsuna's mother said with a hand holding her brief case and a hand to her forehead. But she was smiling. "I forgot that I actually have two kids to worry about," she said.

"Welcome home," her father said. She turned to give him a hug. He was a tall man despite being eighty with white hair and beard.

"How was Giotto? I bet that little ball of energy ran you dry."

Tsuna's grandfather pulled back and scoffed. "Me? Not in a million years!" he declared.

Tsuna settled down in his father's lap and began to tell them about his day, including the scary dog next door that wouldn't stop barking at the mail man. He twiddled with his father's sleeve cuffs, buttoning and unbuttoning them.

"Papa! Where did you and mama go?" Tsuna asked and bounced. His parents were always going somewhere, but never with him. However, he forgave them easily since they always brought a few things back for him.

"For our trip this time…"

Tsuna listened closely as his father told him about their trip to London, a place he has never been to before.

"Did you see any dragons?" Tsuna asked, wide eyed. His parents shared an amused look. "Did you?" Tsuna asked again when they didn't answer.

"No, there weren't any dragons in the Prime Minister's home," his father replied gravely.

"I told you we shouldn't have told him we saw an albatross in Australia," Tsuna heard his mother say when she leaned toward his father.

"But that was the most interesting part of the trip!"

Tsuna frowned and looked at one then the other. So there were no dragons in London.

"Anyway," his father said with a sneaky smile. His mother rose, giving Tsuna a light kiss before leaving the room. Tsuna leaned to the side to see but his father blocked his view. "Nuh uh, Giotto. Close your eyes."

Tsuna giggled and did so, anxiously waiting to see what his parents were going to give him this time. Then he got confused when he heard his mother get something out of the fridge.

"What's mama doing?"

Something was set on the table and he heard the lights turn off. He sniffed as he smelled candles. He opened his mouth in a wide smile. There were candles.

He only smelled candles four times a year. His father removed his hands from Tsuna's eyes.

"Happy fourth birthday, Giotto!" the adults chorused. Tsuna laughed and clapped his hands with joy and surprise. So it was his birthday today!


His fourth year went as smoothly as any four year-old could have it. Tsuna didn't remember a lot from his fourth year since it was just play, play, sleep, eat, play, and sleep. His fifth years went down similar lines, though he had to go somewhere called "school".

But two years later, there was an interesting change to his childhood life. It was Saturday, the day he spent the morning with this father, had lunch, and went home. That day, something special happened: Tsuna met his first friend.

"Look, papa. There's another boy in the park," Tsuna said and tightened his hold on his hold on his father's hand. There was never another child in the park when they went.

"It's alright, Giotto," his father soothed. "You can play with him on the slides."

Tsuna was a bit sceptical but followed his father into the park. The boy looked to be about the same age as Tsuna and had blond hair. He wore a light jacket for the October weather and was sitting by himself on the swings. His feet barely touched the sand that he was looking at.

Tsuna looked around and saw no one else in the park. So the boy was alone?

"Look, you can play on the slide, Giotto."

Tsuna nodded and let go of his father's hand. He ran for the steps that led to the blue slide.

The boy at the swings heard them and raised his head. He watched the kid with brown hair slide down with a whooping laugh and run back up to do it again. He looks like he's having fun, the boy thought with a small laugh. And I'm not even supposed to be out the mansion.

He turned his head away quickly when Tsuna looked over to him.

Tsuna was smiling, energized by the fast ride down the slide. Now he looked shyly at the boy on the swings.

"Why don't the two of you play together?" Tsuna's father asked with a kind smile.

The boys looked at each other hesitantly. Tsuna slid down and approached the other boy.

"Ciao," the blond boy said when Tsuna just watched him with those big brown eyes.

"Ciao…I'm Giotto," Tsuna said and quickly turned to his father, who was smiling encouragingly. Under his smile, his father was worried for the blonde. Who came with him to the park?

"I'm…Donato…" Donato said his name slowly and hesitantly as if trying it out for the first time; he didn't usually introduce himself to people.

They were quiet for a few seconds. Then Tsuna took the first step. "Um…what are you sitting on?"

Tsuna's father, who was leaning back on the bench, slapped a hand to his face and groaned softly. He couldn't believe he didn't tell his son what a swing was and how you play on it. Maybe it had to do with his son's undying loyalty towards the slide and how he didn't show any interest in the other things in the park.

"It's…a swing. And you…swing," Donato said. It didn't look like the kid named Giotto understood his words. He demonstrated by kicking off to let the swing work its magic.

Tsuna's mouth opened in a huge O as he watched Donato "fly".

"Whoa…I want to try!"

"Okay. Get on," Donato said, pointing to the swing next to his. Tsuna stared at him again. "You don't know how to get on?"

Tsuna started to shake his head and stopped. "Yes I do!"

His father became alarmed when Tsuna started to climb onto a swing. "Giotto, be careful!" He rushed over to help his son into the seat and let out a sigh.

"Now what?" Tsuna asked Donato eagerly.

Donato smiled, happy to explain. "Move your legs."

Tsuna frowned and swung his legs. Nothing happened. He tried harder and had little to no results.

"No!" Tsuna said when his father tried to push his back. His father raised his eyebrows and stepped back.

It took a few more tries before Tsuna got the hang of it and began to sway. Half was the result of bouncing on the seat in frustration.

Donato found that he liked to teach Tsuna how to play on the things in the park and to see his reaction. "How about the seesaw?" Donato asked.

"Seesaw?"

Donato laughed at Tsuna's confusion. "Come on!"

By the time it was one o'clock, the two boys had gone on the swings, seesaw, swirly slide, monkey bars, and all the other things available to play on.

"Giotto, we have to go back," Tsuna's father said.

"Aw! Can't I stay a bit more?"

"No, we have to get home. Your mother will throw a fit if she doesn't get her share of cuddles soon."

Both boys looked disappointed. They were playing hide-out in the small castle.

"Bye," Tsuna said glumly to Donato.

Donato waved as Tsuna left the park. He sat back down and watched them round the corner.

"Donato, there you are!"

Donato turned to see a man running into the park. He wore a simple dress shirt and pants. He had black rimmed glasses and a thick beard. The man was just hanging up his phone and putting it in his pocket as he approached.

"Oh. Hi, Romario!" Donato waved to his father's friend and subordinate. As he did so, he unbalanced himself.

"Donato!"

"Whoa—ah!" He grabbed hold of the bar next to him and saved himself from falling. "Phew…"

Romario sighed and leaned against the slide, looking up at Donato.

"Be more careful please! Have you been here the whole morning?"

Donato pouted. "I just wanted to come out for a bit."

"You should have told me."

"I wanted to be alone!"

"But that's dangerous. What would happen if Boss found out you were kidnapped, or worse?"

"They'd go for big sis first anyway, right? Besides, Nothing happened the last few days I've been here," Donato retorted and shut his mouth. I didn't mean to tell him that. Oops.

Romario's eyes widened. "You sneaked out the entire week?" His voice was nearing a shout.

Donato laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Ah…yeah…But I usually came back before anyone realised I was gone."

"Oh, Donato. Give an old man a rest. I don't think your father was ever this sneaky…" Then again, Boss was too busy tripping over his own two feet, Romario thought.

"We have to get back now! We've been looking for you everywhere."

"Does dad know?"

Romario shook his head. "You know how much of a worry wart he is."

Donato smiled along with Romario as they headed to the car hovering by the side of the street. "Sorry for sneaking out."

"It's alright. I'm impressed you managed to find a way out of the mansion in the first place."

"You should be more impressed by how many secret tunnels there are in the Cavallone mansion, old man! Oh, and I met this other kid today. His name is Giotto."

"Giotto, eh?" Romario chuckled. "Such a common name."


~EO!~

"Kufufufu…what is our dear Tsunayoshi doing now?" Mukuro asked Yamamoto.

"He just met Dino's son."

Mukuro raised his eyebrows and landed. "Who is Dino?" Since Tsuna was the only one to keep the memories of his old life, everyone else had to go through a quick crash course about the Vongola and everyone related to them.

"You know, he's the tenth Cavallone boss and Vongola's ally."

"Oya? That was quick." Mukuro chuckled again. "It's still boring. Can't they speed things up?"

Chrome laughed. "But he is such an adorable little boy," she said.

Mukuro smirked. "I can't disagree."

"What are you doing here?" Yamamoto asked. "You said you wouldn't look in on Tsuna until he's at least thirteen."

Mukuro sighed and sat down on the ledge of the Elgan Order. "Rumours are spreading that there is unrest among the Fallen Angels. They're causing a ruckus."

This made Yamamoto and Chrome freeze.

"Well, it's quenched. No need to worry. Kufufufufu…"

Yamamoto and Chrome heaved out a sigh of relief. "Maa, maa, Mukuro…don't scare us like that."

~EO!~


Two years later (age 8)…

Tsuna's grandfather came down from the third floor and approached his grandson's room. Once he was in front of it, the door slid open automatically. He saw that Tsuna was tossing in his bed.

"They're in here."

"How much longer?"

"…Not much…you'd best go in." The doctor glanced down at the child and his expression became one of extreme grief. He patted the boy's head but said nothing. Tsuna didn't understand.

He entered his parents' room and saw that they were side by side, barely moving. "Mom? Dad?" Tsuna approached them so that he was standing between the two beds.

"Giotto?" The room was quiet save for their breathing.

"What happened?" Tsuna asked. "I thought you were coming home today?"

His father grimaced. "We were, but this truck hit us dead on without even stopping." He coughed and cleared his throat.

"Listen, Giotto."

"Mom?"

She swallowed and said something. Tsuna leaned in so his ear was directly over her mouth. "What did you say?"

She grabbed onto his arm tightly. Her lips moved carefully. Tsuna's eyes widened as she let go. He turned so that they were nose to nose. "O-Okay, but…"

She nodded and closed her eyes. "M-Mom?"

Her eyes stayed closed. And the room suddenly felt as cold as ice.

"MOM!"

"Giotto!"

He woke up. "Aah…nonno!"

"Were you having a bad dream?"

Tsuna shook his head quickly. "Um…nonno, I…" he said, desperately casting about his mind for something to say. "I just remembered that I was supposed to meet Donato today so we can go on an adventure!" Tsuna said when he looked at the digital clock. It was three in the afternoon.

"…Alright, you can go. Also tell him that we're moving houses."

"Moving? Why are we moving?"

His grandfather sighed and sat on a chair. "This house is too big for just two people. It's a waste of space and money, so we're going to move into some place smaller."

His parents had died a year ago in a car crash on their way home from their office and now he was in the care of his grandfather.

Tsuna reacted after five seconds. "I don't want to move!" He was born and raised in this house! There's no way he's leaving it.

"We will move whether you like it or not."

"No! We can't move!" Tsuna and his grandfather glared at each other for a minute.

"You don't understand," the old man said through gritted teeth. "We have to move. I don't expect you to understand financial problems, but we will have some if we continue to live in this…this half-mansion-half-house."

"No!" Tsuna said and crossed his legs and arms. He stared defiantly at his grandfather.

"Why don't…now what?" The phone was ringing. They all waited for the automated voice to announce the caller.

"Simone, attorney…Simone, attorney…." It began to give them the phone number even as Tsuna's grandfather reached to pick up the phone on Tsuna's table.

"Yes? What is it?"

There was a pause.

"What do you mean, all of their money is missing?" he shouted into the phone. Tsuna jolted at the sudden outburst before he stilled. "Every last penny? That's impossible!"

Another pause. It seemed like they were talking about some kind of money problem, whatever that meant.

Can money just go missing? Tsuna thought. Then his jaw dropped when the old man began to swear into the phone. He hung up and began to pace the room. He followed his grandfather with his eyes, wondering what was going on. His grandfather finally sat down and did his best to explain what the problem was, even though Tsuna couldn't possibly understand.

"Here's the thing. Do you remember when I told you that your mom and dad left some things to us?" He received a nod. "A large portion of that is…missing. Probably all of it."

"How can it be missing?"

"We suspect…we think…that someone stole it. And there is not a trace of it left. And we need that to survive."

"There is always more, right? We can get more of what they left us."

"We can't get more without a job. Good thing I already used some of it to pay the bills," Tsuna heard his grandfather mutter. He cleared his throat. "I still have some left in my own account. We can go by that and my own shop, if we spend things carefully. I know you don't want to move, but we really have no choice. We will move next week."

"Where are we moving to?" Tsuna asked. He was resigned to his grandfather's decision.

"…Some distance away. You can give Donato our new address if you want. Here, I'll write it out for you."


"You're late!" Donato shouted when he spotted Tsuna making his way to the park. He flew off the swing which he was using to help locate his friend.

"I know. Nonno kept me in the house a bit longer to tell me something."

"Was it anything important?"

Tsuna wrinkled his face. "He says that we're moving away to somewhere pretty far."

Donato blinked. "Are you joking? Why are you moving?"

Tsuna kicked a stone. "He said that we have to save money, so we're moving."

The boys didn't understand how the two were related to each other but hey, it's an adult thing. They never made sense.

"What's this? An address?" Donato looked at the scrap piece of paper Tsuna just handed him.

"Yeah, it's for our new house."

Donato put the paper safely into a pocket. "Then we should make today the best day ever!"

"Yeah!" Tsuna turned around and screamed.

"What is it?" Donato asked urgently and turned as well.

"D-Dog! He's coming AFTER ME!" Tsuna screamed and ran in a circle as the golden retriever ran after him while barking in greeting.

Donato scratched his head. "I don't think you're supposed to run when a dog is chasing you, Giotto… Hey…where are you…?"

"Don't just stand there—do something!" Tsuna cried out and ran towards his friend.

Donato's eyes went wide. "D-Don't come to me!" He ran.


Three days later, Tsuna was in the kitchen getting a box of juice when he heard his grandfather talking to someone else.

"Signore, if you would just calm down…"

"I will not calm down!"

So there was someone in the house. Tsuna put his juice box back into the fridge and listened.

"It will be hard—"

"I will take care of my own grandchild. I can do it myself!"

"Sir—"

"Get out of my house! Out! Out at once!"

He heard hurried footsteps and the door slamming.


They moved into their new apartment on Monday. The metal door to their apartment was faulty and needed a nice, solid kick from his grandfather to slide open.

The apartment was small and had only two bedrooms, one kitchen with the living room attached, and one bathroom. All the boxes filled with things they owned lined the wall.

"I want to go home…I don't like this place."

"I know you don't like it, but we have to stay here. We can't go home anymore."

Tsuna bit his lip worriedly as he looked around. "What about school?"

His grandfather sat down on the couch and faced him. "Giotto…you are very bright. You will continue to go to school, you understand? Don't worry about a thing." He sighed and looked around. "At least we won't be pestered by those social workers any more. They don't usually stick their noses into people's business in this neighbourhood."

"What's wrong with this neighbourhood?" Tsuna asked.

"Never mind."

Tsuna started school the next day. It was a small neighbourhood school and he made his way to his classroom on shaking legs. His teacher was a male. When he introduced himself, the teacher nodded and showed him to his seat and cubby hole.

"Here, you can sit on the carpet with everyone else," he said as more kids came in.

Tsuna sat down slowly by the wall as he watched everyone nervously. The kids in the class seemed friendly enough. They were all screaming, shouting, and laughing. Then they noticed him, the new kid.

"We've never seen you before."

"I-I'm new here," Tsuna said.

"He is the new student," the teacher said with a smile. "Let's introduce ourselves. Giotto can get to know us better as we spend more time together."

They sat down in a circle and one by one, they told Tsuna their names and something they liked.

The day was alright, Tsuna decided. But he had a feeling that his classmates didn't really like him.


When it was home time, Tsuna waited for his grandfather outside. "Hey, you're the new kid!" Tsuna whirled and looked up. It looked like he was cornered by three students who were were at least two years older than him.

Tsuna almost whimpered. "Wh-What is it?"

"You just moved in around here, didn't you?"

"Y-Yeah…?" Tsuna said unsurely. There weren't any teachers in sight. They were behind the tree in the playground where teachers never really bothered to look.

"You don't look like one of us!"

"What?"

One of them poked at Tsuna's shoulder. "Your clothes stink of rich kids."

"Rich kids?" Tsuna said with puzzlement. He looked down. The sweater he wore was his favourite one and he didn't wear it often. His parents had gotten it for him on one of their trips.

"Yeah," one of them sneered. "So what are you doing here? You don't belong here. Get out!"

"B-But," Tsuna said right before they pushed him to the ground.

That was how his grandfather found him—lying on the grassy ground, bag askew and clothes muddied.

"Giotto!"

"Uuuuhhh…"

His grandfather knelt with a worried look on his face. Tsuna didn't seem to be injured anywhere except for a small gash on his arm. But boy, he was muddy.

"What happened?"

Tsuna stood up carefully. "Some big kids came and pushed me down. They called me a rich kid," he said.

His grandfather sighed. He didn't think that would happen. "Let's go home, Giotto…"

As they walked, Tsuna began to worry. His mother's last words to him were to take care of himself and his grandfather. And he intended to keep that promise. But how am I supposed to take care of everyone if I get hurt so easily?

They walked into the building and pressed the button to call for the elevator. Once they were in, Tsuna said clearly, "Level five!"

"Fifth floor…" the automated voice said.

"Please hold the elevator!"

Tsuna looked up and quickly pressed the button to keep the elevator doors open.

A woman with grocery bags in each hand rushed in, breathless. "Thanks, kid!"

"Y-You're welcome," Tsuna said.

"Level seven!" the woman called out.

"One moment, please. Fifth floor…going up."

The doors closed and the woman leaned against the wall. She had black wavy hair and had the most interesting silver eyes. Her ears were pierced and on them were a pair of purple earrings shaped like cats. "So why are you so muddy?" she demanded teasingly.

Tsuna opened and closed his mouth. "I just tripped and fell in the mud…"

"Hmmm..."

Tsuna's grandfather chuckled at Tsuna's nervousness.

"I'm Adelina Hayate. It's nice to meet you."

Tsuna looked up at her in surprise. The name sounded odd to his ears. Come to think of it, she looks kind of different, Tsuna thought.

"Oh—my family is originally from Japan but my parents moved here before I was born." Then she said something in a foreign language.

Tsuna stared at her looking clueless.

She smiled. "That was Japanese, the language spoken by my people."

"It sounds pretty," Tsuna said quietly and the woman smiled.

"That's so kind of you."

"Giotto, you should introduce yourself."

Tsuna nodded hastily and began the introductions. He even went as far as to introduce his grandfather as well. After she smiled at him, he looked down in embarrassment. The elevator sure was slow in this building. If this was his parent's office building, they would have reached their floor in seconds.

He felt odd. Unsettled? No. More like…Tsuna didn't know what he was feeling.

Finally, the elevator opened up to the fifth floor. Tsuna's grandfather pulled his hand. "This is our floor. Ciao!" he called back to the woman who waved at them cheerfully.

"I'm in room 708 if you ever need me!"


A/N: By the way, Adelina Hayate's not related to Hayato Gokudera. Their names are completely different, after all.

Again, feel free to ask questions.

Updated 2015-11-07th


-LLM