Hi. This is the fourth chapter of Giotto's Memories. The previous chapter has been edited a little (more detail). I appreciate reviews and constructive criticism. Thanks to "Reidluver" and "Kajune" for being the first two to review for this story. You guys rock! Anyways I'm going to stop so you guys can read on. Also, thanks to Hajimeru Rinko for great advice! Note: Any confusion with previous chapters I apologize for. Message me if there are any questions. The original first chapter has been made into 3 short chapters. The second chapter is the fourth chapter. I will update twice a week, excluding editing and things. Please feel free to message me or email if you need me to reclarify something.

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The red-haired boy just stood there standing, mouth open in shock. Rain continued to fall down, and a cool breeze made the blonde shiver. Giotto waited patiently, wrapping his arms around himself for warmth. "Honey, who is it?" the woman's voice called out after a while. Footsteps could be heard, and soon the lady was at the door. "Who is this?" she asked. "M-mom, I don't know. But he's asking if he can come in." The woman looked at Giotto. "Well, sure, come inside. It's small, but make yourself comfortable." She beckoned for Giotto to come inside, but he hesitated. "Oh, just come in!" she grabbed the blonde boy's arm and led him into a tiny kitchen.

A kettle was placed on a stove, and two small chairs and a table were clumsily arranged next to it. "Thank you," Giotto said. "Don't mention it," she replied. The red-haired boy walked in and stared curiously at him. "That's G.," the woman said, pointing at the redhead. "And I'm Elena, his mom. So what brings you into the forest at this time of night?" There were several moments of silence in the small room.

All of a sudden tears burst down Giotto's face, and he told them everything. His life, his heart, everything the blonde boy had experienced was poured out in a rush of his parents had died, how he had been teased and bullied, everything. It was a long time before he finished. G. had pulled up an old bucket as a chair, and Elena had a sad look on her face. By now, Giotto had his head in his hands, and was sobbing. The three of them just stood there for some time.

Elena motioned for G. to get some hot tea for the blonde boy. She didn't have to though. The red-head had already gotten a tray out and a cup of water. G. patted Giotto's back, and handed him the cup. The blonde boy looked up and accepted it. "Thank you." "No problem." Elena cut in. "Well, Giotto. We'd love to have you here, but sadly…" The mother looked down at the floor. "We don't have much money and it's hard for us to make do as it is."

Giotto immediately realized something. He looked at G. and Elena. They were both wearing poorly made clothing, with a lot of cuts and scratches. The house was extremely small, with only a tiny kitchen and a lean-to bedroom. And the cup he was drinking from had a chip on the edge. These people can't even eat, yet they welcomed me in! Giotto's eyes widened. "I-I'm s-so sorry Ms. Elena. I'll be leaving now." The blonde boy put down the cup, and stood up. He was ready to walk out the door when…

"Wait, Mom! He can stay for one day, right? I mean you're not going to send him out in the rain at night right?" G. pleaded. Giotto stopped, and Elena sighed. "Very well, but our house is so small. I'm afraid he'll have to sleep in the kitchen." The blonde boy's face lightened up. "Thank you so much Ms. Elena. This means a lot to me," he said. "All right. Well get yourself ready to bed. Sorry, but you'll have to sleep on a thin sheet. Giotto nodded. G. seemed pretty happy. "Thanks, mom."

30 minutes later

(Dedicate this next paragraph to Hajimeru Rinko, who suggested the following extra details. Thanks :))

Giotto laid on his make-do matress, which felt very hard and not comfortable. His pillow was stuffed full of old newspapers. He tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but finally resorted to look up at the sky. There were holes in the ceiling, but it didn't matter. This way, the blonde boy could look at the stars. Giotto loved stars. Their shine is full of happiness, and they always seemed to smile. Stars are full of expectations, and are lanterns in the dark night. He sat there for a long time, waiting, watching, and thinking about nothing in particular. It was a while before Giotto closed his eyes, and fell asleep, smiling.

"Mommy! Hurry up!" it was a young boy's shout. "Just a second Giotto! Wait up!" a woman panted and tried to keep up with her son. "He's always full of energy isn't he?" a man's voice. The three of them lay down on the emerald green grass. Around them were beautiful pine trees, glistening a light turqoise color in the moonlight. Crickets sang a beautiful melody, and wild birds challenged them in song. "Look son, it's the Big Dipper, remember, and there-" the father went on for some time. The young blonde boy could only nod energetically, and soon… he closed his eyes too, and leaning against his father and mother, drifted asleep.

So how is it? Sorry for the terrible grammatical mistakes, I was writing this in a rush. Don't worry. in about 2-3 chapters the next guardian will appear. Can you guess who? I think it's pretty obvious. If you took your time to read this, thank you thank you thank you so much. If you took you're time to write a review, I really really appreciate that. It's the whole reason I write stories, so other's can read them. Reviews are especially encouraging, and I spend a lot of time replying to them.

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