A/N: Sorry for the late update everyone!

...I should probably write something else, but oh well.

Just to clarify, all of Yama-chan's thought are muted. Meaning, he doesn't hear anything.

OH! And a review reply to Memory: Their ending... I don't think I'll say anything just yet! You'll have to stick around! And for the spelling mistake... are you sure? I'm pretty sure my way is right too... Hmm... Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to keep using my way, with the 'y'. No offense or anything, and please just try to ignore it! Sorry!

So much for writing nothing else...

Family's Resolution

Hayato sighed as he lowered himself down onto a small wooden bench. The Boss had suggested that he had spent his day exploring the large mansion, since he would be spending a lot of time here in the future. But it turned out that it was easier said than done. The large, winding halls and strange architecture of the building resulted in the silver-haired getting lost almost immediately. And for a strange reason, any person that he approached to ask for directions would either seem scared or shocked, and most would stammer something before running off.

Raising his head to the beautifully decorated ceiling, the man closed his eyes. "I wonder what Takeshi is doing now?" he though aloud. Apparently all of the Family's guardians were rushed into an urgent meeting, the swordsman included. Which meant the silver-haired man was left to find his own way.

Standing up slowly, Hayato groaned. "Well... I guess I should keep exploring." The man brushed down his disagreeable hair and began to walk once more.

"Y-You mean?" A woman's soft voice shook with fear.

Tsuna nodded slowly. "Yes. Gokudera-kun is back. It was as much of a shock to me as it is to you now, Chrome-san."

A fist was slammed onto the large table. "And he doesn't remember anything? Not a single thing?" Ryohei's rough voice quivered slightly.

The brunette shook his head sadly. "No. Not the Vongola, not Italy, not even me." Then he looked down at his lap. "Not even... Yamamoto."

"Then it is pretty serious. If he really knows nothing, it would be best for us to keep quiet about his past." Lambo's usually playful eyes were unusually solemn.

Tsuna sighed. "Yes, that's what I think as well. We can't let him find out, for both his sake and Yamamoto's. We must send out an order to not show any recognition, and to treat him like we treat all of our other guests." His head turned slightly to look at a pale, wide-eyed woman. "That includes you, Bianchi."

The woman did not reply, but simply turned her eyes down sadly.

Humming, Yamamoto opened the door to the Meeting Room. "Yo!" he greeted as he stepped in with a smile. Noticing the awkward mood, he raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?" he inquired worriedly.

"Ah! N-No, not at all! Everything's fine! Thank you for sending that document for me, Yamamoto!" Tsuna stammered quickly. Yamamoto's eyebrow was raised once more at this obvious cover up, and briefly he wondered what they had been talking about.

"No problem! After all, I am your right-hand man!" the swordsman replied, deciding to let the moment pass. But the resulting jolt he received from the present guardians was a great surprise to him. "...Are you sure everything's fine?" the swordsman asked.

"It's no problem, to the extreme." Ryohei stood up with a strained smile. "If that's all, I'll be going now."

"A-Alright, you may all leave now. Thank you for coming," announced Tsuna. The others began to stand in their places.

But Yamamoto interrupted with, "Oh, and Bianchi, I passed the Storm division on my way. They seem to be a bit rowdy today! I decided to leave it to you, because you are the Storm guardian!" But when he looked around, everyone had frozen. Greatly disturbed by this turn of events, the Rain guardian excused himself and left quickly.

"How strange," he muttered to himself quietly as he left the Boss' quarters. "Hmm... I guess I should find Hayato, so we can go home." Making up his mind, the man left to find his guest.

As if in a trance, Hayato made his way through the maze of the Vongola mansion. He had no idea where he was going, or how he was going to get there, but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they led him through unfamiliar surroundings.

Finally, their movement drew to a close in front of a large wooden door. "Where is this?" he asked his surrounding, but there was no answer. On closer inspection, he noticed there was a large emblem engraved onto the door, though it seemed like someone had attempted to remove it. Curious, Hayato ran his fingers over the deep marks, and began to picture the image into his mind.

"Is this... the Storm emblem?" he wondered with interest. "Then... this must be the Storm guardian's quarters. What was her name... Bianchi, right?" After a moment of hesitation, he pushed the door open and stepped inside the room behind.

What he was met with made up gasp. It was quite small room, despite the magnificent door. But that wasn't what surprised him. In the middle of the room stood a beautiful grand piano, standing tall and proud. There was a layer of dust that covered it, suggesting that it hadn't been played for some time. But even through the thick coating, a deep black could be seen shining through. And as he stared in awe, Hayato realised that he felt completely at home in this unfamiliar area.

Closing the distance between himself and the instrument slowly, the silver-haired man strode forward without hesitation. Raising his arm, he reached out for the covering that was hiding the black and white keys from the outside world. Ignoring the dust that swept off onto his arm, he slowly lifted the lid.

The keys were in perfect condition, clean and unmarked. Hayato's slim fingers fit them perfectly, as if they were made for that very purpose. Breathing evenly, he pressed down.

A/N: Heehee, sorry for the abrupt ending, but I have to sleep, because I'm going back to Australia tomorrow *dances* and have 10 and-a-half hours of plane flights ahead of me. Ugh.

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