VirguleAddict I'm sure Asari doesn't mind it at all. And I'll put the communication barrier to good use, thanks for the suggestion. I really appreciate it. Breathless02 Giotto is seventeen. And Tsuna is sixteen. Priimoe Yep, I think Giotto died with that one little innocent sentence too ^^ I thought that it would be fun to explore thie side of Giotto that few people have written before ! Kichou Well G would probably have killed Tsuna if Giotto wasn't there *shifty eyes* Mel-Chama Thank you very much. I'm glad that you enjoyed this because I had fun writing this too. NoName The title? Well, Tsuna is practically 'Catapulted' into the past, almost 400 years. And we all know that he will fall in love with Giotto very, very soon. Yes, they will know of Tsuna's origins soon. But not so soon because I need to have them build up their trust first or no one will continue believing Tsuna after his secret is revealed. rThank you very much for liking this. I hope that you like this new update too. animebaka14 L-Longer chapters? I'll try my best! LOL ezcap1st Gio-nii... *melts* kimihearts Yes, this is before Vongola familgia was created and I felt that it would provide a new insight on Giotto's personality. Hope I didn't make him too OOC, not that he had a lot of his personality reveled in the anime or manga yet. I love the primo family too... let's say, almost as much as I like the Decimo's. SakuraHaruno9 I-Imagine Giotto with a clam as his face... or a clam with a a tuft of blond hair! Pfft. Okay, I'll take back my words. Don't. Imagine. It. Because you will probably regret it later it on.

Chapter 3 tells of a small light of hope in a bleak past

"Asari-san," Tsuna called as he made his way over to the counter, feeling bad for bothering the man who was busy preparing breakfast for all thirty occupants of the inn. "Do you know where I can buy some cloth? My sleeve tore when I was in a small fight the other day."

Yes, he was speaking the truth – Lambo had clung onto Tsuna desperately refused to let go, causing the sleeve to tear with his violent and continuous tugging.

"Cloth? If you need a shirt, you can just borrow one from-" Asari trailed off when he realised that there was no way that the people in the inn would have clothes that would be able to fit Tsuna. They were all too big. "Can you wait a while more? Once I finish up my work here, I'll bring you over to the fabric store."

"E-Eh? There's no need for you to bring me there !" Tsuna protested. "I can go there myself!"

Asari looked at the pile of work he had to do and felt extremely tempted to agree with Tsuna. "Are you sure that you will be alright all by yourself? There are a lot of criminals and rioters around here recently..."

"I'll be fine," Tsuna assured him. "I'll be sure to stay out of the alleyways and keep to the main streets. Besides, I don't think that they are so brave as to attack people in broad daylight."

Asari nodded. "The fabric store is just two streets away and the front door is painted in bright green so you won't miss it."

After promising Asari to return home as soon as possible, Tsuna darted out of the inn and sprinted down the streets to his destination as quickly as he could.

o0o0o

Three sharp raps sounded on the other side of the door before it was roughly flung open.

"Giotto! How long do you intend to sleep?"

"What do you want?" The blond yawned as he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes wearily. He hated waking up before 9 am. And that was because he was not a morning person. At all. "I swear that if you just woke me up to talk about the duration of my naps, I'll kill you persona-"

G interrupted Giotto's rantings rudely. "The owner of the mansion that we attacked last night bribed the police to find our location. They are currently attacking innocent civilians. And from what I heard, they are taking all the injuries silently and haven't revealed our location yet."

Giotto's eyes widened at the news he just received. He couldn't believe that he was actually thinking of sleep when other people were getting injured for his sake. "Where? Where are the police attacking right now?"

"Just two streets away, at the fabric store," G stated and Giotto clenched his fists tightly.

He remembered that when he and G were younger, they used to run all around town. Every evening, they would never fail to pass by the same bright green door and Piero would always call them in for a cup of tea and treat any wounds that they might have gotten during the day.

But now, instead of protecting the innocent civilians like they should, those government lapdogs were doing the exact opposite and causing harm to the people.

The same people that cared for and protected him.

"Let's go," Giotto ordered as he pulled his cloak around himself and strode off towards the door. "This time for sure, we'll chase those corrupted officials out of this town."

o0o0o

Tsuna held on to the shirt he chose, waiting impatiently in the queue. There was only one person in the queue in front of him, but he wasn't purchasing anything. In fact, it seemed to Tsuna like he was purposely ignoring his presence while continuing to chat with the cashier.

"Excuse me," Tsuna started but it didn't seem like the cashier heard him. The old man was too engrossed in the conversation with the other guy. "I would like to-"

All of a sudden, there was a loud crash coming from outside the shop. The glass windows shattered and the the wooden front door broke and splinters of wood flew into the room.

After the shocking incident, Tsuna opened his eyes to see the guy in front of him, who failed to dodge in time, fall to the ground in a pool of blood. It took almost a full minute before Tsuna got over the shock of seeing someone dying in front of him and finally calmed down enough to speak. "What just happened?"

The old man sitting behind the counter walked out as quickly as he could and wrapped a large piece of white cloth around the body. "They just set off one of those things they called a bomb... They took him..."

"Bomb?" Tsuna questioned, confused. Did bombs even exist 400 years ago? Of course, the effect of the bomb that he just witnessed was much weaker than what he had previously saw in his own time frame but still...

"He was a good boy," the old man continued as if Tsuna never spoke. "Never did anything wrong or evil... But even so, they killed him... This is the truth of the society we live in right now... There's no law – no law because the government and police officers are breaking them all... There's nothing left for us commoners to break anymore..."

o0o0o

Loud screams of help resounded around the area and the air was heavy with the pungent scent of blood.

Even as Giotto and G stood there watching, the police officers were still continued to beat up the innocent civilians. And there was one particular scene that Giotto couldn't ignore.

The dying will flame on Giotto's forehead sprung to life as he flew over to the police officer who was about to kick a young boy and punched the officer across the face instead. His anger and the flames added on to his destructive power and the man in the blue uniform flew backwards into a wall where a satisfying crack was heard.

"Thank you for saving me, big brother!"

Giotto turned to see the kid looking up at him with a large smile on his face and immediately bent down so that he was of the same height as the boy. "No problem. Are you hurt anywhere?"

The child shook his head vigorously. "No! You helped me before the bad guy could hit me!"

Giotto grinned widely as he patted the boy on his head gently. "Good! Big brother promise you that he will definitely chase the rest of the bad guys away too, so can you go hide somewhere safe until big brother finishes his job?"

"Yes!"

After making sure that the boy was safe, Giotto straightened up and the dying will flame came back to life on his forehead.

"G, I can't forgive them for doing this. The police are harming everything that is dear to us. They are hurting all the people who cared for us. That, I cannot forgive, and I know you can't either," Giotto muttered softly but he was sure that the other could hear him. "Let's start the fight. We'll fight to protect the lives that are left."

Upon hearing his childhood friend announce the start of the fight, G immediately pulled his gun out from the inside pocket of his jacket and fired it. A unsuspecting officer standing ten meters away at G's right fell to the ground heavily, blood pouring from the gaping gunshot wound on his head.

"I'll take the left," Giotto told him and managed to knock out five of the men in one single hit, rescuing seven civilians in the process.

No words had to be said after that. G turned towards the right and started firing his gun, killing off the officers who thought that it was a good idea to seek shelter behind various objects. It was precisely at times like this that G's skills were of utmost importance – he had an excellent aim and never missed his target.

o0o0o

"Looks like you beat me to it again, even though I rushed here directly after I received the news. How do the news travel to you that fast anyway?"

"Cozart!" Giotto smiled at the sight of his red haired friend. "Are you here to help me?"

Cozart chuckled lightly. "Help? There's nothing left for me to do. You saved everyone again."

"Saved?" Giotto's face fell at the word and he gestured at the ruined state of the town. "I didn't save anything at all. If only I arrived a little earlier..."

G kicked one of the uniformed men in the ribs. "It's not your fault, Giotto. If anything, these people are the ones at fault. Imbeciles."

"I love this town," Giotto continued, speaking sadly. "It's a poor town but it shines like the sun... Everyone is kind and happy and I like their smiles... How long, how long more do I have to wait before I can finally create the vigilante group?"

"What are you saying?" Cozart asked, confused. "Didn't you already start the vigilante group already?"

Giotto blinked. "No, I haven-"

"Giotto, a vigilante group isn't one that exist in name. It is a place where people with the same noble ideals gather and fight together to protect the things and people that they love. It is an organisation which exists to protect the innocent commoners and fight for their sake. Haven't you been doing all of these already? So then, Giotto, how can you say that you haven't started the vigilante group yet?"

The blond blinked at the supportive and encouraging smile that his friend had on. "Cozart, you..."

Suddenly, G moved between the two of them and pointed a gun at the figure in the building behind Cozart. "Who's there?"

A familiar brunet stepped out from the dark shadows and smiled awkwardly.

"Tsunayoshi-kun?" Giotto asked, shocked at seeing him here. "What are you doing here?"

Tsuna slipped his bottle of pills and gloves back into his back pocket, glad for once that he had slower reflexes and haven't gotten into Hyper Dying Will Mode yet. "Because my old clothes were torn so I came here to buy a new shirt."

Chuckling, Cozart put a hand on G's hand and lowered it so that the deadly weapon was pointing at the ground instead. "Giotto, why don't I remember that you mentioned to me about having a brother before?"

"Because he isn't my brother!" Giotto answered.

Tsuna watched as the two men continued to speak. He was feeling a little left out although it was clear that they were speaking about him.

After giving Giotto a thumbs-up, Cozart made his way over to the brunet. "Nice to meet you, I'm Shimon Cozart."

"M-My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi!" Tsuna introduced himself as politely as he could. "N-Nice to meet you too!"

Cozart laughed at Tsuna's nervousness. "Okay, since you are the last one to join in, you'll get to choose where we eat our lunch, Tsuna!"

Hearing the familiar version of his name being said, Tsuna couldn't help but smile a little. However, that smile quickly turned sad when he remembered the promise he made earlier that day. "I can't. I promised Asari-san that I'll be back immediately after I bought my shirt."

Cozart chuckled. "It doesn't matter. I'm sure Giotto would explain to him later why you were late."

Giotto pointed to the shirt that was dyed red in Tsuna's hand. "Besides, Tsuna, it's not like you can wear that shirt. We'll go shopping after we finish eating."

"B-But I-" Tsuna protested. He didn't like making people worried about him, although it seemed as if his clumsiness and no-good nature had people worrying about him on a daily basis. This was probably also part of the reason why Tsuna preferred to avoid situations which would make others worry about him as much as he could.

"I'll go back to the inn and tell the music freak that you are out with Giotto and Cozart," G volunteered reluctantly.

Giotto ruffled his childhood friend's crimson locks playfully. "Thanks, G."

Glaring at Giotto darkly, G whacked his hand away. "Tch. Don't mention it."

o0o0o

Tsuna sat on his seat as he waited patiently for the risotto he ordered to arrive. They were currently at a small eatery at the opposite end of the town, which was not affected by the violence of the police and everyone were still performing their daily activities as usual.

"Hey Giotto," Cozart sipped at his drink. "How long do you intend to put off the naming of your vigilante group?"

Giotto sighed at the reminder. "It's not that I want to put it off but I can't think of a good name right now. I don't want a name that only sounds nice. I want a name with meaning behind it."

Tsuna perked up at Giotto's words. Last night, he had made the huge mistake of saying out the word 'Vongola' and because of this, the entire Vongola familgia might have its name changed. So, in other words, if Tsuna wanted to make history right again, this might be his one and only chance.

And the good thing was that Giotto wasn't looking for something too complicated.

Speaking the truth, Tsuna had spent many nights lying awake worrying about the important fights that would inevitably occur the next day and would always think spend a few hours thinking about the reason why the Primo would name the familgia as Vongola. And after spending all the long hours on this topic, Tsuna came up with a rather good reason.

"What about Vongola?" Tsuna offered. "Just like how a clam protects the precious meat inside itself, you guys are trying to protect what this town which is so important to you."

Tsuna took in a deep breath when he saw Giotto looking at him blankly, fearing that his point might have came across as too immature and didn't make sense. He heaved a sigh of relief mentally when his suggestion was accepted.

"What a pretty meaning," Giotto smiled kindly at the brunet, totally forgotting the fact that he was compared to a clam the previous night. "Thank you, Tsuna. I shall name it Vongola then."

Red coloured Tsuna's cheeks while he stared into the pair of hypnotizing cerulean orbs.

However, that spell was broken when Cozart lifted his cutlery high in to the air and yelled – "Alright! As respect to Giotto's formation of his vigilante group, I swear that I'll never eat clams again!"

The waitress who was carrying the tray of food over to them glared darkly down at Cozart when she heard what he said.

"Excuse me, sir, but does that mean that you are not going to eat what you ordered?"

Author's notes: Yay! And that's another chapter done (: I tried desperately to include some humor at the end since the front part of this chapter was kind of... depressing. Sorry if it failed... Nevermind! (Starts her I like Shimon Cozart chant) Thank you for all the reiviews and please, uh, review again?