A:/N: Hello guys~! Welcome back!

This is another rewritten chapter, so without needing to say anything else, please enjoy reading! I wish you a nice day! This is unbeta'ed chapter and has a few changes.

Main pairing: G27

Tsuna – 16 years old

Giotto – 21 years old

I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!.

Giotto Di Vongola, in Japan only known as Wadasa Ieyasu, was a responsible man. A very responsible man even when he didn't need to be. Surely, the kind principal knew that and so he chose him out of all the canditates that wanted his position. Giotto proved to be an effective worker, never complaining right into the principal's face about some students all the time like a particular science teacher who had a grudge against a certain dame student.

However, the blonde never expected from the principal that he would dump all of his work on his shoulders and want it to be finished as soon as possible while he goes on a date with some chick. Ten thick stacks of paperwork staring right in Giotto's face innocently were not easing his fury at all and so the poor pen took most of his anger – broken in half and spilling teal ink in a ceramic bin near the desk.

Giotto sighed heavily and buried his face in his crossed arms over the wooden table, trying to calm down this way. Staying like that at least stopped him from destroying the furniture in his own office.

He was tired after cursing his life for half an hour, and the weariness was visible in his amber eyes as he stood up abrutly, gathering some of the white papers that could fit into his average bag. He would read them once he got home, right after a nice long nap that his mind needed so much at the strode out of the darkening room and locked the door after him silently, momentary catching a glance of his name on the glass as he turned to his left towards the main lobby.

He was quite surprised when he arrived there that no one was in sight. Had everyone gone home before him? Giotto wondered, receiving his answer when deaf laughter echoed in the distance. Someone was still inside, good.

Pacing to the double doors that led outside, his free hand pushed them open and Giotto took a deep breath of the fresh air, a small breeze ruffling his hair and clothes as he did so. A grin then stretched across his face when he skipped down the short stairs to his perfect Midnight Ferrari waiting for him in front of the school. Giotto couldn't express the joy he felt in that single moment, he almost hugged it, eager to finally go home.

Turning off the alarm in the vehicle with a small control item, the door of his car opened and Giotto sat inside immediately, one hand already gripping the stirring wheel. He flipped the string with few keys between his fingers to get the one from the car and then plugged it to the key hole and turned it. The engine burst to life and Giotto left the parking lot in a hurry, hoping to get home as quickly as possible without any problems.

Misfortune was on his side that day, since only after few meters of driving, he arrived on the highway that was the fastest way to the apartment building he lived in, but had to stop abrutly so he wouldn't hit the back of a car that had suddenly appeared before him.

Giotto had to blink to get his thoughts right, a bit startled by that and then paled rather quickly. He immediately pulled the handle to return and use a different road, but hadn't been quick enough to do so. There had stood other three cars behind him already, blocking his way back and honking at him to move. Giotto turned his head to the front and banged his forehead against the wheel out of frustration.

Hours had passed since Giotto got stuck in a jam-up on the highway and they moved only few inches, maybe ten centimeters. The blonde, tired of sitting still for about two hours and hitting his head against the rubber cover of the wheel, went to buy a can of cold orange juice from a nearby vending machine.

Giotto sighed heavily as he pressed the can to his hurting forehead, waiting for the cars to move forward. His eyebrow practically started to twitch the more he had to stare at the unmoving row of cars in front while listening to the annoying honking from behind. His patience gradually decreased piece by piece, until it got to the point where Giotto couldn't hold his anger in anymore and tossed his head out of the window.

"Can't you shut the fuck up already?! Use those tiny pea brains of yours inside your damn heads for once! Honking at me won't miraculously teleport the cars in front of me! And you fat sacks of assholes!" Giotto twisted his head to the front, an ominous glare apparent on his face. "Fucking move already for God's sake! It has been two hours already! Two! I don't have all day for this stupid, fucked up shit!"

Listening to the angry blonde, the honking from behind stopped, only the fellow drivers in front didn't get the message and continued yelling at each other. The full can which Giotto was holding in one hand was quickly clamped tightly, bursting out orange water that spilled all over the man's shirt – something that the blonde ignored. He threw it out of the window carelessly and yet hit the trashcan at the bus station with perfect accuracy.

The door of his ferrari was opened and Giotto stepped out of it, hands busy rolling his sleeves up as he made his way to the truck standing before him, the most annoying one of all the other vehicles. Mad beyond his usual measures, he climped up to the cabin and threw the door open. The muscular man inside looked at him startled but didn't get a chance to say anything for he was already being dragged out of his own car. The honking suddenly stopped.

The truck driver got thrown on the ground hard, but that was all Giotto did before stroding all the way to the front of the horribly long line. There he found out the reason behind the traffic mash-up; two smashed cars were blocking the way to the centre of the town and the owners of the mentioned vans were fighting on the ground, police no where in sight.

If no one was going to take care of that, then Giotto would. His hands got fisted tightly while he made his way to the two wrestling men.

Giotto flopped tiredly on the sofa once he finally arrived, completely worn out. He was stuck on that one damned road for four long hours. When the police finally pulled their asses to the scene, Giotto had already sorted it out between the two angry males. Although it was a pain in the ass, Giotto was glad he acted. If he hadn't, then maybe he would've still be waiting in his car on that road for another hour or two.

Lying on the comfy cushions made him remember that he yet had to finish his task, but Giotto threw the thought of working out of his mind. He had no desire to start it now; he only wanted some nice long nap. His eyelids slowly started to drop. However a sudden phone call jerked him awake and he tiredly reached for the item placed on the glass table in front of the couch. He took a quick glance of the time in the corner of the screen and scowled.

Whoever was calling him at half past seven better want something important or else. Slidding the green pick up button across the screen with his finger, Giotto placed the phone to his ear and muttered. "Hello?"

"Ah! Good evening, Wadasa-san!" The cheerful voice of the principal greeted him. But he sounded a bit off. Giotto felt his eyebrow twitch. The man sounded drunk and Giotto could have sworn he heard multiple giggles and glass clinking in the background.

Remembering his manngers, Giotto sighed. "Good evening to you as well... is there something you need at this late hour, headmaster-san?"

"Oh, please~!" Thick mark pulsed on Giotto's forehead when he heard the principal hiccup. What the hell was that man thinking calling him while drunk? "Such manners are not needed, Wadasa-san. Just call meh the royal king ol' charmin'."

"Uh... I'll rather stick with the headmaster if you don't mind."

"Absolutely~! Thats' fineh too... anyway... why did I call again?" Giotto's lips morphed into a thin line.

"Ah! I remember! Have you finish signing the complains from those idiots of mua?"

"P-Pardon?" Giotto blinked.

"The papers I gave ya, blondie. They full of random crap that the teachs want, like new toilets and blah, blah, blah... you get me, righ'?"

Did he seriously call him a blondie? Giotto's grip on the phone tightened in irritation as he tried to think of a good response.

"I still need to read some of them and seperate them to the files that you've given me, but I'll be soon done."

"Good, good! Your' a fast lil' teach, aren't ya? I was right when I picked ya!"

Giotto sweatdropped. "I-I guess so. Uhm, I need to go now so, uh, enjoy the rest of the night."

"Oh, I will! Buh-bye, blondie!" The line went dead immediately, leaving Giotto staring at the lit screen in complete disbelief. Did that just really happen?

"Whatever, it will be for the best if I forget that the conversation ever happened." Giotto said to himself out loud before flopping down on the sofa again. He took the pillow and pulled it under his head, ready to fall asleep when his phone lets out a quick beep.

Too tired to reach for it, Giotto just raised his head up to see the message that appeared on the screen and paled instantly.

You've got a new Message from the principal:

Oh, I forgot to tell you that the papers have to be done by twelve o'clock tomorrow. Thx again! ;D~ xoxo~

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Giotto yelled angrily and shot up quickly for his bag stuffed with the important files. He quickly picked up another pen while reading through the first lines, signing each paper at the end properly. Placing the finished paper aside, he read the second paper right away and wrote the principal's name at the end. This continued through the whole night, the full moon shone through the large glass windows onto Giotto's table where the blonde was looking over the last paper. Signing it and placing it into the fourth file, Giotto could finally drop the pen without caring where it fell.

He was exhausted enough to know that it was past midnight, (he actually had checked his watch enough times to know this), and so it was time to sleep. Getting up from his comfy sofa, Giotto stretched his back a bit before stroding upstairs into his bedroom. Walking through almost complete darkness, spare for the spots where the moon's rays fell, Giotto opened the door leading to the bathroom.

He switched the lights on before quietly walking to the sink, his hand reaching to grab a cup with a light blue toothbrush in. Squeezing a mint flavored toothpaste on the tufts, Giotto quickly brushed his teeth to somewhat cleaner state, deciding that he will brush them in the morning again. Twisting the handle, Giotto washed the minty substance with the fresh water before turning it off.

He raised his head up and took a glance at himself in the mirror, silently grimacing at his own image. He looked like a dead zombie with the bloodshot eyes and dark circles underneath them. Releasing a sigh, he left the bathroom with just that, turning the lights off after him before going to change his clothing.

At last he flopped onto the covers and fell asleep in such position, too tired to care how he looked. He had peaceful dreams.

After the short encounter with new teacher, Tsunayoshi headed straight to the lockers, already believing that his clothes were stolen. But upon opening the squeaky door, Tsuna's eyes brightened. His clothes were all there and on top of his uniform sat his orange sneakers just like he left them.

With utmost joy, Tsunayoshi quickly redressed and closed the locker behind him. Grinning, he broke into a small dash from the gym to the first staircase leading to his class. He had yet to retrieve his bag he had left in his class before going home. A very familiar voice echoing through the hall made him stop in the middle of the hall however and Tsuna's heart froze in fear.

"Dame-Tsuna~! Where are you~?" Tsuna's eyes dilated as his head jerked to the left, hearing Mochida's voice coming right from the next classroom, and he was looking for him.

Turning swiftly like his life depended on it, Tsuna darted the way he came from and rounded a corner quickly. His feet carried him through another freshmen hall which led to a library and cantine. There should be another set of stairs that would take him to the third floor where his classroom was at. Slidding through the double door that led to another empty lobby, Tsuna almost cried in relief when he caught sight of the said stairs. Running to them with his breath coming short, the brunette quickly climped up and bend in his waist.

His chest heaved with quick gasps as Tsuna leaned against the railing, feeling as if his legs were on fire. His body ached from all the running, but his resolve to survive was stronger. This school was just another territory where the bullies like to pick on him and where they rule.

Once he could breath well enough to continue walking towards his destination, Tsuna set out. Rounding few corners and walking through few halls, the door of 2B class finally appeared in his sight.

Smilling in relief, Tsuna skipped towards it happily. He would have kissed the ground if he could, but time wasn't on his side. Instead he slid the door open and peeked inside, hoping that no one will be there to attack him. He blinked when no one seemed to be waiting there. Looking behind himself and down the hall for anyone else, Tsuna quietly slipped into the room.

He ran up to his seat by the window and reached for his hidden bag. He flung it over his shoulder before taking a quick glance outside, finding the group of bullies leaving. They were chatting with each other and laughing about something hilarious. Gripping the handle of the bag, Tsuna guessed the subject of their laughter pretty easily; it was related to him for sure. Yet, Tsuna smiled and mumbled to himself silently. "At least they left me alone for today..."

With a sigh of relief, Tsuna left the school and made his way home. He was still smiling during his walk when a sudden thought crossed his mind that made his smile drop and body halt.

What was he actually so happy about? He got from hell only to walk into another one... worse and harder to get away from. Hot tears struck his eyes, but Tsuna wiped them off before they could fall down. They were not needed and Tsuna set on his emotionless face as he continued. He didn't expect to arrive before the Sawada's household so soon, maybe he was walking too fast, but Tsuna wasn't quick enough to notice it. He was lost in his thoughts, which might as well be the reason for his inattention.

Taking a shaky breath in, Tsuna opened the metal gate and cringed at the squeaky sound it made. It felt as if he was walking into a haunted house against his will, but this was his so called home where a sweet mother with a good father were waiting for their precious son.

Shoes hitting the pavement made of rocks, Tsuna walked up the short stairs and found himself standing before the door seperating him from the very Hell. With a gulp, his hand shakily grabbed the doorknob as he prayed in his head.

Please, don't be in bad mood, oh Kami-sama, please... I know it's probably late but please...

Twisting it hesitantly, Tsuna pulled the door open. In that very moment a hand shot up to his collar and roughly pulled him inside. A loud gasp left his mouth when his back collided hard with a wall. With a quiet whimper, Tsuna opened his eyes which widened impossibly wide once he saw angry Iemitsu looking down on him as if he was a bad dog, Nana standing not too far behind him with the same mad expression.

"Where were you, you little brat?" His father asked with a warning tone. "Took you damn long to get your fat ass over here."

"I-I'm s-sorry... I-Iemitsu-sama, N-Nana-sama..." Tsuna started shakily, pressing his back further into the hard wall which only made his shirt stretch more since Iemitsu was fisting his collar. "...m-my t-teacher n-needed s-something... s-so h-he..."

"So," The sand-haired man's narrowed into a glare. "did he stop you for a chit-chat, or for work?"

The brunet swallowed thickly before looking up at the man that was his father. He had to look straight into his furious eyes, knowing full-well that he would receive punishment if he didn't.

"F-For work, I-Iemitsu-sama..." He answered finally with wet eyes. Iemitsu stared at Tsuna, searching for any signs that he could be lying, only finding nothing suspicious. His stupid son was shaking on the ground in front of him on the verge of crying as per usual.

"For work you say... I see." The man mused, but still didn't let go of Tsuna's throat. The brunette didn't like where this was going. Iemitsu looked over his shoulder at his wife, who nodded to him with an evil smile. The man's lips twisted into a smirk.

Tsuna's eyes widened again when he felt the grip on his neck tighten and tears sprung from his eyes.

O-Oh no... They slid down his cheeks as his supposed father turned back to him, a familiar glint shown in his eyes. "That still doesn't excuse your late arrival, you little piece of shit."

Tsuna gasped in pain when the second hand shot up and the man's grip tightened even more, nails digging into his skin. Tsuna futilely tried to grab his father's wrists and pry them off, tried scratching them, but it achieved nothing – he was much weaker than him. Tsuna struggled more violently when the oxygen just couldn't enter his lungs, begining to gasp and gag for the much needed air.

"P-Please... s-stop..." Tsuna whimpered pathetically, weakly glancing up at Iemitsu's smirking face in hope of awaking some empathy in the man.

His sight was turning blurry, but he could see the sick pleasure in Iemitsu's cold eyes from watching him writhing in pain clear as a day. Nana looked pleased as well, having a great view of everything. Soon Tsuna's arms fell limp to his sides, no longer having the strenght to keep them up. Black dots were taking over his vision and everyhting was too blurry for him to recognise. Was he actually going to die?

He had no strenght left. All of his energy was used up by his struggling. All in all he felt numb to the bone, yet he could feel the warm tears still flowing down his cheeks. And suddenly Iemitsu's hands retreated, making Tsuna slide down the wall to the ground, coughing for the sweet oxygen that suddenly entered his weak lungs. His small hands went to his hurt throat while trying to regain his breathing, body shaking uncontrollably.

Iemitsu watched Tsuna gasp for air before turning his back on him with an annoyed huff. He walked back to the kitched to finish his dinner and Nana followed him soon enough. They didn't spare their son a single glance, to their own kin and blood, who could have been suffocated by Iemitsu.

Tsuna still sat there on the cold floor, breathing unevenly and gently rubbing his hurting neck with his tearful eyes closed. It stung pretty bad, surely leaving a nasty mark to see. The chatting that suddenly bursted from the kitchen made him open his eyes.

He blinked the tears away before slowly trying to get up, not wanting to stay in the hall any longer. His knees shook violently and he crampled back to the ground in seconds. A soft whimper left his mouth, hoping that his old wounds haven't opened after that impact. He squirmed his eyes as he opted to raise up again. He managed to hold himself up this time, using the wall behind him as a support. Slowly he made his way to the staris before even more carefully ascending them.

Finally getting to the second floor, Tsuna felt like collapsing to the ground once more. The situation he has experienced only few minutes ago left him light headed and very weak due to the lack of oxygen. Tsuna's body swayed as he made it into his bedroom, the door silently falling closed behind him. Blinking wearily, his shaky feet carried him to his old bed. His vision swam before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed on the covers with a soft thud.

However, even in his weak state he woke up hours later in the night with no memory of what happened yesterday whatsoever. Feeling slightly panicky because of that, he tried to sit up when unbearable pain shot through his whole body, making his arms lose its balance and fall back on the blankets.

Gritting his teeth, Tsuna tried to sit up for the second time, albeit more carefully. Once seated straight enough, the brunette closed his eyes and tried to think what he could have been doing yesterday.

Slowly everything ran behind his eyelids like a movie, but to the end the events sped up rapidly.

New teacher – Wadasa-san... PE hour... bullies... home... two hands... pain... no air...

Tsuna's eyes flew open.

H-He c-couldn't b-breathe...

Tsuna's chest tightened and his breath hitched.

I-Iemitsu was choking him...

Tsuna shut his eyes tightly as tears prickled the corners of his hazel eyes. He brought his legs up to his chest and got into a fetal position with his arms cirling them tightly. He buried his tear stricken face into his knees and soon cried himself to sleep.

What do you think? Is it a good story from a bad writer such as me?