Hey there reader, I am sorry it took so long for the next chapter. Maybe there is still someone interested.

I´m writing this fanfiction in my mothertongue german and translate it later. Since their is happening a lot of stuff in the later chapters and my english is not that well, I need to coordinated everything which takes time.
It´s also very hard for me to find an appropriate translating. If anyone would be interesting in beta reading I´d be glad, since I don´t really know how to write it better.

But now have fun with the next chapter, which is actually really much like the manga. But chapter four will be "drenched with rain" which is very much my own stuff.

Year 1870 [14]

It took a few month for them to get used to their new lifes. A friend of Antonio who was a sailor tatooed Gs face to cover up his burned skin. But for G those red flames symbolized much more, it was a reminder for him to stay close to Giotto. Support him and protect him.
Sadly their time of peace was short, because everything around slowly sank into chaos. At first it was barely noticeable. But the people in the nearby village got quieter and seemed frightened. Then everything excalated and violence got more common. There were a lot of small criminal gangs, that tried to pressure the shop owners to get money and discounts. If the owner refused to pay, they would come back on the following day and break everything they could find. At first those payments had been small and most of the people paid them, because they were afraid, but lowly the prices got much higher. If the shop owner paid them, they got no money left and their families had to starve.
At some time Giotto couldn´t bear it anymore and he started to give away money to those people. Just a little here and there. His grandfather had owned their land for a long time and he had grown to wealth. Obviously the bandits were careful with too wealthy people and they never even got close to his house. Probably it was for his grandfathers connections with high ranking people on sicily.
One day Giotto went to a man called Paolo and he purposely left a bag of food there. He was accompied by G as he noticed a wallet full of money, that hadn´t been here a short time before. Probably that young boy had left it here. Giotto took the bag.
„We have to give it back to him." He explained and they started to follow the stranger.

It took them a few streets to catch up.
"Hey, you there! You with the red hair!" shouted Giotto and tried to catch up to him.
The boy gave him a surprised look, while Giotto was out of air and tried to calm down. He took a moment before he started to speak again.
"You dropped your wallet. We found it in Paolo´s storage room." He explained and gave the bag back to the boy. But the other didn´t seemed to be surprised. He just smiled and looked at the bag, before he spoke again.
"Ah, this is bad … I dropped it on purpose. I couldn´t stand to watch Paolo and his family starve to death."
For a moment there was silence and Giotto stared at the bag in his hand. He made a mistake?
"I see … I apologize about that … but there is no need to worry about Paolo´s family. We dropped the food we bought, inside Paolo´s storage room too."
The stranger started to smile, than he laughed. His laugh was so sincere, that Giotto had to laugh as well.
"Haha. You too?" The boy asked once he had calmed down.
„Yeah." Giotto answered with a wide smile.

„I am Shimon Cozart." The boy offered his hand. „I´m here visiting my aunt."
„I heard of Shimon family from my grandfather." Giotto replied with a small nod, then he pointed at the boy behind him. "This is my friend G and my name is Giotto."
The new found friends shook their hands.

Since that day Cozart came often to visit Giotto and G and they started to go on their own small adventures. Trying to help the village people without anyone getting to suspicious. Some time they dreamed about a great future. How they could make everything better and everyone would get happy. But the most of these dreams were unrealistic. They would never come true.

Everything changed as a few weeks later. Giotto was on his way back to his home, as he noticed some people debating on the roadside, a young woman running over the street with her small child and he noticed a weird silence. Something wasn´t right at all and as Giotto heard the name Franco, his heart stood still for a moment. He changed his destination. But while he walked down the streets the bad feeling even intensified. The streets were empty and as Francos shop came into his sight, his face lost every bit of color. There wasn´t much left from Francos flower shop, it had been completely destroyed and a crowd of people was standing around. Meanwhile Giotto was running.
"How´s Franco´s condition?" He asked, he was out of breath and looked around to notice that G and Cozart were already here.
"Not good." Cozart answered. „They threatened the police so noone is coming."
„Why Franco has gotten into this?!"
It was unbelievable for Giotto. If he knew someone in this town, who wouldn´t have deserved this, it had to be Franco. He was an elderly man, visited by his children and grandchildren, while he still sold beautiful flowers. He had been very friendly to all kind of people and he would talk to everyone who wanted to talk.
"It´s because he didn´t give them 90 percent off…" explained G, who watched the scenery with anger.
"What?!" Giotto asked shocked. A discount of 90% was madness. No shop in this town could give a discount like that and he didn´t wonder why Franco had rejected it. But Giotto wondered. What had become of the town that he had loved so much?

"This town is a paradise for outlaws. They … threat towns people and take their money away. If we don´t do as they say, they´ll just resort to violence, we can´t rely on police since they already gave in to them..."
Cozart pulled two crying children into his embrace. It had been two of Francos grandchildren and he tried to calm them down. Their parents were still on their way, but the children had been unharmed. With a mixture of sadness and thoughtfulness Giotto picked one of the roses from the ground that had been lucky enough to survive this brutality.
"I love this town." Giotto finally said, still looking at the flower. "It´s a poor town, but shines like the sun. The towns people are always happy and I love their smile."
Suddenly the mood changed and Giottos melancholy changed into some kind of anger. He seemed
calm on the outside, but the anger was noticeable to everyone around. Giotto was tense.
„Just shutting up and looking at the town falling into ruin. I had enough already."
Nobody dared to say anything against it.
"Giotto. A vigilante group…" he finally said.
Giotto looked at him with irritation.
„A vigilante group?"
„Yes. If nobody can help us, we have to save the town by ourselves. However in order to do so, we need a powerful leadership that can manage people. Like the sky can wrap up rain, storm and even the sun."
He still watched his friend.
"There is no one but you, Giotto."

After this day they started to meet up more often and talked about their plans for the future in precise details. Cozart and G agreed, that only Giotto could lead the vigilante group and he had come to terms with his gate about that.
While they had simply helped the towns people until now, they had a larger task now. They had to search for allies within the people, that were ready to help out without getting paid.
They would need a lot of power and they would endanger their families. Surprisingly a lot of people trusted Giotto as their way too young leader and wanted to help him.
While Giotto started to organize a night watch, Cozart and G accompied these groups trying to get more information they could use for a saver environment. They walked through the town and once they noticed something strange or dangerous, they informed every member of the vigilante group, so they could gather. Once a gang of criminals was in towns, they could immediately react to every sort of threating.
The criminals had been surprised about how well the vigilante group had been organized and they quickly withdrew. Even though Giotto worried they could come back with more people. Even if it was only for a short time, there was peace.
"Say Giotto. Do you have a name for the vigilante group?" Cozart asked on one of their meetings. They were stressed out about their work, but everything was fine at the moment.
Giotto smiled. "Yes. The name will be Vongola. A clam that protects the treasure inside it with its hard shell."
"A good name" Cozart said with a satisfied nod and started to think about an emblem they use.
But things changed, since Cozart received a letter from his parents on the same day. He had to go back home and leave the barely established Vongola. He promised that he´d stay in contact with Giotto but it would be plenty of years until they met up again.

Thanks to FluffyCanaries for your help 3