Yes, I'm alive! Firstly, I'm sorry for not updating as fast as I said I'd to one of my reviewers. I will try to be faster for onwards on. Second, thank you for your patience and everyone who favorited this story. Seriously, that was amazing! Third, and not least, my thanks to BeArOcKpRiNxEsS for beta'ing this chapter too. Without her this little piece of work would probably become confusing.

And before I forget, the chapter one was betaed and it's even better, please go there to read it again.

Okay, let's go to the chapter...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn but if did, I would write a whole arc only with the first generation of Vongola.

Important: "Speaking in Japanese."

"Speaking in Italian."

Thoughts

Chapter Two: There's No Such Foolish Thing As Peace Sir

It was quite a lovely morning. The birds were chirping happily, the sun was shining, the flowers had fully bloomed, and the garden was very colourful. The dew was dripping off from leaf to leaf, forming a unique and smooth rhythm.

Everything was fine, thank you very much.

Truly, it would be a lovely morning to Giotto if not by the annoying noises, no, shouts, coming from downstairs. For some reason he didn't know, the mansion was too noisy for a nice morning like that. He could imagine what was happening, and would like to check if his suspicions were true, but he was in the middle of an interrogation—ironically with a boy who looked like a miniature version of him as a suspect. Aside from his brown hair and honey-coloured eyes, the boy looked exactly like him.

The blond man was about to ask Tsuna another question when the door of the room where they were in opened, revealing a very pale G. He looked like he had just seen a ghost; a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek and the knot of his green tie was undone. The always composed (not really) G was sweating bullets and apparently as nervous as a soon-to-be father would be.

Giotto realized it and quickly frowned, but said nothing.

"Excuse me, Primo, but there's an important matter we have to discuss about," G said formally as ever which meant that whatever they had to discuss about was very serious. Very rarely did Giotto had seen G act like that- well actually, back in their childhood days, G was the one who always lost his patience very easily and the one who always become nervous about important matters. He was also the one who always had shown more emotions when something wrong happened with his long time friend Giotto.

Putting that aside, G had an impressive strength that made Giotto admire him, though it was a two-edged sword too.

Since Knuckle had become a guardian as well, he immediately warned G that he should know how to control his emotions better and to not let the anger or whatever he felt went up to his head.

They were already in their nearly twenties now, and they had many battles together along with the other guardians. The mafia world was tough for those who lost themselves in emotions, and G learned it in the hardest way. It was traumatic enough to make him oversee his actions and made him learn how to control himself better.

Since then, G was the most composed man you would ever know. And the said very calm G was incredibly pale and nervous now. Giotto couldn't think of anything in the many things that could've done that to his friend. For his expression, it was worse than the surprise they had when they found the brunette boy, which they known later on as 'Tsuna'.

Giotto arched his eyebrow and nodded in agreement for G continue. "What is it?"

What G did the next second only made Giotto become even more worried.

His right-hand man let out a heavy long sigh and leaned back on the wall. That surely wasn't a good sign. Then, the red-head pulled out a cigarette and lit it very quickly. G took in a second, thoughtfully staring the ceiling, before slowly exhaling the smoke with a calm but 'having to tell bad news' face on. Giotto once again realized his Storm Guardian's actions and gulped loudly, and in thoughts, preparing himself for the worst. Everything G had done so far since he entered the room…that for sure wasn't a good sign, G was stressed for a very bad reason.

Giotto waited patiently.

Without putting off the cigarette of his mouth, the red-head something in a very calm voice, as if he was talking about the weather.

"Daemon has just come back from his mission."

The first thought Giotto had in mind was to greet his Mist Guardian, and then would have a brief conversation about how the mission went just like always; whether it was good or bad he would like to know.

The second thought would be to let G sit down and give him a glass of water to make him slightly calm down.

The third would be that there's something terribly wrong going on. He didn't know what the true meaning of what G said was but it was obviously serious. He tried to think of something that could have gone wrong, but nothing comes to his mind. Daemon was a strong man; a loyal person and he loved the Vongola like no one else does, so there wasn't any reason to be worked up.

G, noticing his long time friend's silence, frowned and confusedly looked at him. "Giotto, did you hear me?"

The blond man was snapped out of his thoughts and looked up, blinking a few times. He hadn't noticed he wasn't paying attention of what G continued to say after that. It was one of characteristics that G hated the most; he has the ability to go deep in his thoughts like no one else can.

Sometimes, even Giotto hated that side of his. He had lost many trails of conversation because of that and in the mafia world, it was a terrible mistake. He knew it because once, in one of his first meetings with the other bosses, he entered his inner world and had a brief conversation with himself in the middle of an important meeting. Not that the meeting was boring -it was far from that- but the man who was talking had a terrible habit of speaking steeply and slowly

Not to mention, his long black beard gave Giotto the creeps, which kept him busy with the thinking of crow's nest. He couldn't help but look away when the man scratched his beard; it scarily looked like any moment that time a baby crow could spring from there.

Giotto was really a normal man! He would bet half of Vongola's fortune that every one of the other bosses was bored like him. He surely could do it with no hesitation if only it wasn't for someone he knew named G. The red haired man told him repeatedly to be more responsible when talking about money or their funds could disappear any time if they didn't take a carefully care of it.

He shook his head. Seriously, he sometimes wondered if he was too soft like G said multiple times or if G was the one who was too restrict.

Oh. He did it again.

Giotto carefully looked up with a small smile as an apology.

"You were again in your own world letting me do the talking all alone, did you know?" G said, sighing. "Did you listen to what I first said at least?" he asked, massaging his temples, wearily.

Giotto smiled, feeling rather guilty, and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "Daemon…he come back, isn't that right?"

G snapped his hands with mockery happiness.

"So you listened to me after all!" he sarcastically said, which made Giotto cynically look away but then G's face instantly became serious. "The thing I have to tell you… it's not a joke."

Tsuna, who was quiet all along, stared at them with worried eyes. He could somewhat feel that something wrong was happening and he possibly could end up being involved in it. It wasn't that surprising though; he always attracted the most impossible situations to him like a magnet. Sigh.

Just after Primo and G-san left the room, Tsuna pulled out the pockets of his worn jeans and began to look for anything to help him feel safe. His Vongola Gear was the first thing he got his hands on. He gently touched the odd elevations in the weird ring with his index finger and closed his eyes. It was in times like these that he was thankful for having that thing; it was a reassurance that he could come back. Perhaps Primo-san knew something and could help him out, but explaining to him was the main problem.

How can you tell someone you came from the future without looking crazy? There's no way that could happen.

He sighed and opened his eyes, facing the ceiling.

Slowly, he put back his VG inside the pocket of his new pants and stood up. Making some effort to walk, Tsuna walked to the window and stood there while looking to the outside of the mansion. The garden was large and well treated. There were beautiful flowers planted near an old and huge fountain and had at least a dozen small tea tables in the middle of the garden.

Looking carefully, three of them probably had just been used moments ago because the butlers and maids were cleaning them up

Tsuna returned his stare back to the room again and measured every spot. It was a simple bedroom. There was a single bed, the window had no curtains and the furniture was pretty worn. The marks on the ground indicated that the room was once used as a deposit and a rectangular patch on the wall of white and cold stone indicated that there was a large furniture there before. There was a half-opened first aid kit on the top of the old desk, revealing clean gauzes and a roll of bandages used several times before. Looking down, he gently touched up his wounds.

Then, he noticed a piece of paper in the middle of the bed and took it.

"Mister Sawada, make sure to clean up your wounds every 12 hours, signed Knuckle." Tsuna read out loud and gave a small smile, feeling something warm inside of his chest. Before he could put the piece of paper back on the bed, he noticed a small note on the back of the paper. "P.S. You should extremely have your meals properly! You're too thin kid!"

Tsuna blushed furiously and looked away; he certainly wasn't the first to say that to him. Looking back in his memories, someone familiar had told him the same thing not long ago.

"Sawada! You're EXTREMELY too tiny! You have to eat more and grow bigger!"

Looking back to the window, he touched his VG again and let out an exhausted sigh.

"Nii-san would surely love to meet Knuckle-san again."

In another place of the mansion, Giotto and G walked side by side and a strange aura between the two was keeping the blond from saying anything funny. Giotto looked at G in the corner of the eye suspiciously. The other man was usually quiet today and strangely serious, but if you look closely, you could see a frown etched on his face.

"G," he began quietly but the other just responded with a quiet "hum", not giving much attention. "Why are you so nervous? Did something go wrong with Daemon's mission? What did he say?"

G tensed.

So many questions! So many things to be said and it was all annoying to G. He feels like someone in the middle of the fire line. Why the hell did Daemon had to tell him everything? He hadn't asked anything. He wasn't Asari — who as an annoying one. But analyzing the situation better, perhaps Daemon had done the right thing by telling him.

"Please, answer me, G!" Giotto insisted.

G avoided looking at his best friend. It was unpleasant; having to hide something from someone who gave so much to other people, and receive nothing in return.

Suddenly, swallowing had seemed to become so difficult.

"I... You... You should just wait for the official report."

Giotto gave a disappointed sigh, and shook his head, defeated. "You're right. I just really hope it isn't something really terrible. Besides, you would tell me if it was, right?"

G didn't say anything. Rather than that, he was too embarrassed to say anything. It was as if he was lying to Giotto, and oh God, he hated that feeling so much.

On the other hand, Giotto was thinking about something else- the young boy Tsunayoshi. He was feeling guilty for leaving him alone with no further explanations. He should've brought him along. In addition, he needed to introduce the boy to Daemon. Ah, he really should have brought the boy with him.

Usually, he would not have left a guest alone in his room without giving him a tour at the mansion and a welcome lunch, but something inside him told him that maybe it wasn't the best time for that. And on a second thought, that Japanese boy named Tsunayoshi Sawada is not what might be called as a usual guest. The boy was practically dead when they found him for God's sake!

There was a lot he wanted to ask the boy, like how on the green Earth did he get those wounds, or what was that strange artefact he carried in his pocket. He couldn't get rid of the immense curiosity that filled him every time he remembered the look of surprise and awe in the boy's face. He couldn't sit still for a moment since Tsuna had arrived and his Hyper Intuition wouldn't stop giving him headaches, but leaving those thoughts aside, Giotto focused on what was before him.

He and all his guardians were in the spacious and luxurious living room, each one of them in their own favourite places.

G, who had arrived a little before him, was with a cigarette already on hand and smoked thoughtfully. His feet moved restlessly up and the knot of his green tie was loose even more than before. Sweat ran down his face as he stared at the fireplace. Giotto was fairly sure he was talking to himself in thoughts.

Asari, who probably didn't know what's happening just like him, smiled a little when Giotto came in the room. The Japanese man was sitting in a red chair and the way he was sitting indicated that he was calm. As always.

Knuckle had the sleeves of his black robe rolled up and he held a book in hand, and by its title, Giotto discovered it was about first aid. He should be studying since he told Giotto that some of the wounds Tsunayoshi acquired could be found with some traces of poison that he had no knowledge about.

Lampo, the youngest, was lying without any care on a red couch with a bowl of candies in his arms. He hummed as he ate and savoured each one. When looking at Daemon, Giotto could see he was sick just by looking at Lampo who licked his fingers every single time he finished eating a sweet.

By looking closely at Daemon, which was the reason why he had been called there to begin with, Giotto realized he was holding a thick stack of papers and somehow looked pale. Wait, no, he is so freaking pale. Oh please, that day surely couldn't be even more unpredictable... right?

Alaude, on the other hand, was like always far away from everyone and held a serious face. Well, it was better. If he had the same expression G and Daemon had, then Giotto would surely freak out.

Giotto took the liberty to look back at all his guardians and had the feeling that suddenly the living room seemed smaller and suffocating. Although they apparently were calm, there was a strange aura around them. He was speaking for himself, but whatever Daemon had to say could end up with the false peace they were having.

Back to Tsuna, he was having a tough time.

Lying on the floor, he held one of his arms tightly closer to him while looking for his medicine that Knuckle-san had left for him on the desk. The pain had worsened since he had tried to open the door and it became even more unbearable when a severe headache struck him. It was the second cup of medicine he had drunk, he was sure of it, but the pain didn't cease. The phenacetin*, as it was written in the small bottle, might have a slow effect. At least it had a bad taste; it was a good sign.

Tsuna was about to stand up from the floor again when his Hyper Intuition made his headache worse.

"What's up with this? I-It won't stop!" he complained, clutching his temples with both hands.

Minutes later, the pain had gone and Tsuna was asleep like a baby in his temporary bed.

Giotto stood, still looking at Daemon carefully with a straight stare. The blond man was trying his best to keep his cool but it was as clear as the day that he's having a hard time when his guardians took notice of his hands. They were as white as a paper, so tightened they were into fists. They were shaking uncontrollably, and his shoulders were stiff. G had already been prepared and stood up from his chair, ready for any sudden moment Giotto could do.

His sea blue eyes were hidden behind his bangs so no one could see the scary look he had on his eyes.

"Giotto…" G tried to say, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder, only to be avoided with a quick movement. He was taken aback, but didn't give up. "Look…we knew that something like that could happen, we were prepared for this, no, you were!"

Giotto suddenly turned to face his childhood friend and what G saw made him even more surprised and worried. The look Giotto had in his lifeless eyes, it looked like it made a greater shock than he thought Giotto would take. The mafia world once again succeeded on making his good friend's heart broke into pieces.

No one in the room dared to step on G's way because they knew what could happen if they do. The red-head pated Giotto's head like fatherly and offered him his shoulder, but the blond man didn't cry. Giotto only sobbed, but it was fair enough to make G feel a sharp pain in his heart, as if a dagger had pierced it.

The Storm Guardian signalized to Asari and Knuckle with a slight movement of the head and they immediately understood, telling without the use of words to the others that it was better to leave them alone. And it was exactly what all of them did.

Not even when Giotto and G were alone in the living room did he shed a single tear. It was for a foolish reason, and G knows and understands.

After Knuckle closed the door behind him, Asari and he exchanged worried glances. Even Lampo, who mostly didn't care about what is happening around him and only think about his own self, was now looking sad. His sweets unexpectedly were no longer as delicious as before and his throat was dry, but wasn't thirsty at all. How could he, after watching the scene from before – the youngest would even bet that even the heartless Alaude was speechless and possibly with a hint of sadness because of Giotto.

Daemon and Alaude were the first ones to leave the corridor and the rest followed to their favourite spots in the mansion. Every one of them silently made an agreement not to mention about that topic while Giotto wasn't fully recovered.

"They already left, Giotto," G muttered letting out a tired sigh as he patted in his friend's back.

He purposely waited for the others to leave to be able say kind words to his boss. He was sure that none of the other Guardians, with the exception of Giotto, had seen him speak words of comfort to someone before. After all, ever since they first met, he had only shown his strong and conceited side. He didn't want to ruin that image; it's for their sakes too.

"I don't understand," Giotto suddenly spoke out, which made G turn his attention back to the blond young man.

"What is it that you don't understand?" he asked, guiding Giotto to sit in an armchair. He did the same, sitting in front of Giotto, as he waited for him to continue.

Giotto rubbed his eyes with both hands. "I'm feeling sad and lonely, and yet... the tears won't come... I wonder why."

G looked down. What could he say? What should he say? He never experienced that kind of pain. No matter how many comforting words he thought of, none of them could give the real feeling he wanted Giotto to feel. They were just mere words.

His hands clenched into fists. Just when his friend needed his help he couldn't do or say anything. He failed, not just as his right-hand man, but also as his best friend.

Giotto continued talking though, "Perhaps I'm just a heartless man."

That made G's blood boil and he abruptly stood up from his armchair with his face contorted in anger.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" he yelled, which made Giotto look at him in surprise.

Giotto was the kindest man in the entire world and the best friend you could ever have the pleasure to have. Then, how could that same man be saying those terrible words of himself? Unforgivable!

"G-G…what are you…?" Giotto tried to say something but his mind went blank.

G walked closer to Giotto and grabbed him by the collar of his white shirt.

"If you have to put the blame on someone, then you better put the blame on me!" His grasp on Giotto's clothing became tighter, making the blond slightly choke. By the look G was giving him, Giotto could see he was very serious. And if he was not mistaken, the last time he had seen that determined look was two years ago. It was a terrible day, just like this one.

"It's my fault that all of this happened after all! If I hadn't been selfish back then, and hadn't said those terrible words... What happened could have surely been avoided!"

"You're overreacting, G!" Giotto shouted, shaking G by his shoulders. Ever since he first met the red haired before him, he had been always been this stubborn. "In the end, I'm the one who decided. And I'm the one who should be crying, but I'm not crying, am I?"

"Why are you making such a fuss about not crying?" G muttered. He let go of Giotto's collar and sat on the floor, resting his head on one arm. "Listen, I don't know how to put this but it doesn't matter whether you cry or not. What matters is what you feel inside of your heart. Are you feeling sad? That's good. It shows that you're truly upset. Are you feeling lonely? Then don't be. Although it pains me to say it, but you can count on those so-called guardians of yours."

G scratched the back of his neck and looked away, face flushed in embarrassment. This is why he didn't want anyone around, it was too embarrassing!

"And you can count on me too you know; I'm your best friend after all."

A gentle smile appeared on Giotto's face and he shook his head slightly.

"That's right. Sorry for making you worry, G." His smile grew bigger and that sharp pain in his heart suddenly disappeared. He figured out that when he accepted that pain and listened to G's gentle words, he felt like a weight had been lift off his shoulders. "Thanks, my friend."

Standing still and doing nothing in that room was very boring, so that's why he opened the door and decided to go out. The brunette looked suspiciously to the corridors and took a step at a time. After making sure his bandages were tight and couldn't loosen up, he stared walking.

He walked through the corridors, holding up the wall to support him if he ever felt dizzy again and carefully looking where he was stepping or he could end up lost. Although the mansion was pretty much the same as the one in his time, Tsuna still felt different. The white stone of the walls was younger than what he could remember, and the floor wasn't as worn as the mansion Tsuna was familiar with. The site plan, however, was still the same.

He arrived in front of a large glass door, and upon entering, he realized it was sort of a dining room. There was a long dark wood table in the middle of the room, the carpet matched perfectly with the polished wooden floors, and the white stonewalls combined nicely with the light marble fireplace. The golden candlesticks gave a special touch to the Italian Renaissance-style room.

He didn't have much time to admire the beautiful room though, because soon after, he heard footsteps coming towards him. When he looked at the direction of where the sound came from, he really wished he didn't.

Fear, it was what he felt.

Standing in front of him with a cold expression was Alaude; the Cloud Guardian of Vongola Primo.

He didn't dare to move even an inch. For a moment, he left like he had reduced in size because the blond man looked way taller than him. The man's look told him that he was looking (and judging) him from head to toe, as if he could even see his interior and his innermost secrets.

Alaude narrowed his eyes, which made his look to become even more frightening to the brunette.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly.

Tsuna gulped and began to sweat bullets.

Scary~! The Cloud Guardian of Vongola Primo gives me more creeps than Hibari-san!

Gathering all the courage he could have in a lifetime, Tsuna opened his mouth to speak.

"M-my name's Tsun-" Butbefore he could even complete what he was saying, Alaude interrupted him.

"I am not asking what your name is, I'm asking who you are!" the blond French man demanded with more authority than before. Although Alaude thinks it was a shame for someone like him to ask such questions when he should be the one who would be trying to find it out, he had no other option but do that shameful act. He couldn't find anything about this brat after all. "Where did you come from? Why are you here? Why were you with such severe injuries as if coming from a battle not long ago? Are you from the mafia? What are your true intentions?"

Tsuna couldn't help but blink and gape. Not even in his dreams could he think that Alaude-san, who was so much like Hibari-san in many aspects, would talk so much. But putting that strange fact aside, the man before him didn't nicely ask for answers; he obviously demanded for it! And he was waiting, patiently or not, and he was looking at him with those fierce cold-blue eyes. Tsuna had no choice but make a very good excuse.

Just as when he was ready to say something, he heard more footsteps coming towards the room, directing his attention to the newcomer.

Lampo stepped in the room while looking straight at him, as if he hadn't seen Alaude glaring at him. If Lampo had seen that, he surely was ignoring it and doing quite a good job.

"There you are!" said the green-haired teenager boy, coming towards Tsuna, and now the brunette was sure that the young Lightning Guardian was ignoring the deadly aura Alaude was emitting. "Mini Primo."

Tsuna almost chocked on the new nickname he had acquired and had a hard time to gain air.

"Excuse me… B-but, m-mini Primo?" he asked embarrassedly.

He somehow felt proud. They were comparing him to Primo, the person he admired the most. And well, if he didn't, Reborn could kick his butt.

Lampo put his hands in his pockets and gave a small yawn.

"That odd priest Knuckle was the one who called you that," he justified, giving a shrug. "But the great me have to admit that there are some similarities." Saying that, the green-haired took a closer look at the young boss. "Ah! Ore-sama is called Lampo. Kneel before me."

Tsuna's eyebrows twitched and he sweat dropped.

Why I have this feeling that he's worse than Lambo? He thought, giving a grim smile.

"T-Tsunayo-" And once again Tsuna was interrupted with his self-introduction.

This time it was G, the Storm Guardian, who bolted into the room. The hot-blooded man looked around the room with an angry expression, by the way.

"Found you, you lazy coward!" he yelled at Lampo, who, in turn, hid behind Tsuna.

"Oh. You." G said with a slightly bitter tone, looking down on Tsuna.

Something was telling Tsuna that the red haired man, who looked so much like Gokudera, didn't like him. He gulped. G was still staring at him.

Just as when he opened his mouth to say something, the Vongola Decimo felt Lampo trembling behind him. He wasn't surprised at all, it was pretty much the same relationship Gokudera and Lambo shared in their present time. Then, he turned to the teenager and gave him his trademark smile; innocent, warm and bright.

Lampo looked with surprise at the boy and immediately understood what he meant.

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

It was just like what Giotto does when Lampo is afraid. And that made him blush, because no one made him feel as protected as his boss did. No, Giotto was more than a boss to him; he was like a big brother.

Then Tsuna looked at G, who was trying to understand why Lampo looked static at the Japanese boy and why Alaude looked at the whole situation with narrowed eyes. He also had seen the boy's smile and also thought it was quite like Giotto's, but there's nothing to be worked up.

"Ano… G-san," Said Tsuna shyly, sweating a bit because the man before him. "Ettou… P-please, do not yell at Lampo-kun."

He first looked scared at G, but then gave the same smile he had given Lampo seconds ago.

The bright smile had taken G totally off guard. A moment ago he was angry and couldn't remember anymore about what made him felt like that or why, but now he was feeling as light as a feather.

Moments later, Tsuna suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He hugged his arms as he felt the chill a second time and looked around the room, searching for something suspicious. Apparently, the other occupants of the room also felt the same because they were on guard.

"Nufufufu~ Why are all the little dogs gathered here?" A new person asked, arriving at their location.

"Oh, Primo!" he said as he saw the familiar fluffy hair between G and Lampo, but then noticed something different. "Wait a second. Primo, since when did you darkened your hair?" A man with melon-ish hairstyle walked towards Tsuna and grabbed his shoulder.

Tsuna, who until then hadn't noticed the newcomer, turned abruptly to face who touched him when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He stepped back and his eyes widened in surprise and fear at the same time. So that's why he felt those chills. The man standing before him wasn't an ordinary one. It was the Mist Guardian that man had caused so much pain to him and his friends.

His whole body started shaking and his trembling clenched teeth made it difficult for him to speak a single word.

He wasn't expecting such sudden meeting, and it was just after he woke up! He hadn't contemplated that he could meet that person, at least once, since arriving in the past.

"Da-Daemon Spade!" Tsuna shouted, feeling his mouth open in disbelief. That man, who had caused so much despair in his time, was in front of him in flesh and bones, touching his shoulder. Those eyes with so much hatred were now staring at his big innocent eyes. Although in the end, everything ended up well, and he learned that Daemon had a reason to have done what he did, he still couldn't help but feel afraid.

And no matter what, Tsuna had the feeling that he couldn't forgive Daemon even in a million years.

Incoherent thoughts passed through his mind which caused him to feel once again the strong headache, and this time, it was much worse than the previous ones.

Noticing the direction the conversation was heading, G instinctively stood a little closer to Tsuna. Alaude watched everything with critic eyes, thinking it was a weird fact that now, the annoying red haired man was standing protectively beside the Japanese boy; just as he could have done with Giotto.

That kid… Yes, he should investigate more. He won't rest until he could find a single clue about who the kid is. And that was what he would do right now.

Turning sharp on his heels, Alaude returned from where he came and left the dining room without being noticed.

On the other side of the story, Daemon tilted his head like a curious child and narrowed his blue eyes. He hadn't been told that they had visitors. How rude of Primo! And he never even told him he had a younger brother, and if he wasn't, at least the boy could be his cousin.

The shape of the hair was unmistakably the same. The boy still needed to grow a little, but when he grew another inch he would be in same height as Giotto's. The eyes, although the boy's were bigger, were practically the same as Primo's, except for the colour. And the face! He couldn't forget the face. Yes, it was like seeing Giotto as a kid.

Daemon decided. That boy was Primo's little brother. He couldn't be anything else, surely.

Though deciding to toy with the boy a little, he thought of something that would scare him a little.

"Oya, you're not Primo," he said, staring at those big caramel eyes filled with various kinds of feelings. As he could see, most of them were fear, surprise, pity, and more. A creepy smile grew on his lips. "You… Who are you?"

And with that, he narrowed his eyes even more menacingly.

Gah, this chapter two is shorter than Ch. one. The next will be longer, I'm sure of it! Until there, please bear with this short chapter and don't forget, reviews are always welcomed! Also, if you think some parts were confusing because I didn't give further details, don't worry, eventually everything will make sense. Also, about the phenacetin, it was an analgesic very used in the end of 1800's and in the beginning of 1900's but in my story it shouldn't even exist when Giotto and his friends were alive mostly because I do believe they lived around the years 1830-1860. So please, let's just keep it this way ne?

Edited on 04.12.2012: thank you BeArOcKpRiNxEsS for beta-ing this chapter too!