"Vongola." - Italian

"Vongola." - Japanese

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Chapter 5: Through My Eyes

BOOM! CRASH!

The room shaked for a split second, immediately alerting the startled occupants seated around the large table. The blonde sitting at the head of the table dashed from his position, instantly undergoing Hyper Dying Will Mode. His guardians followed, weapons in hand in defense. Unfortunately, Tsuna had fallen off his seat in the process, stumbling to regain his composure.

With an authoritive tone, he commanded, "Commence defense mode. Stabilize the remaining of the mansion." His companions nodded, the thought of their injuries long forgotten which Tsuna caught first handly. He stumbled over his words as tried stopping them from gaining further wounds.

"Er...Giotto-san..." He was immediately ignored and pushed to the side in a harsh manner. Neither spared him a glance, following orders to clear the building of victims. Tsuna watched helplessly as they sprinted pass him as if he were nothing but air to them. Right now their first priority was to draw the enemy away from the headquarters and defeat the offenders.

The brunette panicked, tripping over his feet as he trudged far behind them. "G-giotto-san..!" He shouted down the corridor but it didn't seem to reach the other's ears. The group dissappeared from his view as they turned a left into the next hall. Tsuna slowed his steps, stopping completely as he rethought over the situation.

It started off as a quiet, awkward moment for the rest of his stay in the mansion. Then which led to a deadly silence to a havoc interrogation in seconds. Finally, an explosion went off near or within the mansion causing the First Generation to react insanely serious. Well, it's expected since their base is under attack and could possibly be affliated with issues from other mafia families. As for him, he learned the hard way; not heeding his tutor's warnings about preparing for an unexpected event. Thus, allowing his dear friends to be injuried whereas his blamed himself for stupidity and selflishness. His conversation with Reborn in mind.

He chuckled lightly, an amused glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm absolutely sure nothing with happen any time soon." He said as he stared at the hitman standing before him.

The hitman frowned in distain, his student's words like a vicious snake biting at him. He shouldn't be an careless idiot who thinks everything in the mafia is an opportunity to choose the safe side, to relax and wait for an intrusion to take place. He'll definitely drill some sense into that stupid student of his. With a tilt of his fedora, he responded, "A mafia boss would survey his surroundings and set a situation into play, waiting for the unexpected. Unlike you Dame-Tsuna, he would be prepared to protect his comrades."

Tsuna's eyes rose to the fringes of his bangs, feeling a little disheartened to hear his tutor insult him so blantly, especially comparing him to those promptly organized bosses. His eyes casted over his fingers lying on the desk, a deep thought overflowing his senses. He had a belief in his thoughtfulness, constantly reassuring himself everything will be fine. If anything did ever happen, he would plan quickly and evalute the situation and choose the safer way out. Protect his friends was his first priority.

He nodded to himself silently agreeing with his thoughts. He stared at the hitman, an assuring smile on his face. "You worry too much, Reborn. Everything will be fine." Reborn remained silent, a deeper frown marrowing his lips. He started to the door, gripping the knob, but not before stating, "You better be damned sure."

Decimo blinked. His tutor sounded so angry as if he'd done something wrong. But he will not let his words affect him. He was confident in himself about his conclusions. He shook his head and continued signing the paperwork groggily.

Not a week later an enemy suddenly appeared and launched an attack on the unsuspected individuals. At the duration of victory, his guardians had injuries varying from minor to major along with the maids and butlers with several wounds. It sadden him how much of a mistake he made. From this day forward he promised himself he wouldn't take selflish, rash decisions to result in his family getting hurt.

Until that day from now he still carried it with him. But it seems Giotto has taken a part to his previous mistake. Restarting his chase, he sprinted down the long corridors with long strides, entering the main hall in a few seconds time. Another explosion erupted from outside giving his senses a dreading feeling. "Giotto-san!" He dashed through the doors in a panic, his face pale. Upon reaching the entrance, he was met with a horrible sight.

His ancestor was currently standing against three people, his fists blazing furiously as he dodged an incoming kick to the abdomen. He knocked out the attacker with a single thrust to the chin, breaking the jaw bone. As his right-hand man, G was several feet from his boss charging the mafioso with his crossbow. He snarled viciously, "Die you fucking bastards!" He clicked the trigger and a large bomb exploded, sending debris everywhere. So that's where all the explosions were coming from.

His sights then landed on Asari and Knuckle who were back to back; Asari's uneven katanas shrouded in Rain flames as is Knuckle's fists in Sun flames. Alaude was solo, fighting the enemies with ease despite his injuries. Like the skylark, Daemon was handling the situation well in his state. But Lampo was no where to be found. Overall, they were going great even with their conditions but that's not what worried him. What did was that if they keep this up, their wounds would reopen resulting in blood loss and severe pain, and he absolutely didn't want that happening.

Tsuna raced down the steps to stand from a safe distance of the ongoing battle. Flailing his arms, he cupped his mouth and shouted all that he could muster up. "GIOTTO-SAN! PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE IN NO CONDITION TO FIGHT!" He tried shouting over the clashing of weapons and flesh but was ignored once again. He groaned, frantically trying to strive for a better plan. Apparently none came to mind. But one stuck to him: fighting alongside the First Generation.

He shook his head. That is the best option but it would certainly do him no good considering it would blow his cover in a matter of seconds. Not that he had a choice or anything, it was for the sake of his existance and the future. Heaving deeply he fiddled through his pockets and took out the "ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES" pill and mittens stitched with 27 on the surface. Closing his eyes and slipping on the mittens, he swallowed the pill and a bright, pure orange flame appearing on his forehead. As he opened his eyes, his once chocolate brown eyes were now a deep amber color, shining with newfound determination. His mittens were now specialized gloves shrouded with blazing Sky flames; the roman numeral X embled within a circle on the backside of his palms.

Dashing in the direction of the nearest enemy, he kneeled him in the gut alongside with an uppercut to the jaw. The man stumbled back clutching his aching bone, moaning in pain. The man then glowered, bellowing, "You'll pay for that!" He winced but continued his movements. He threw a weak, unaccurate punch which Tsuna caught with ease. With slightly narrowed eyes, he twisted the man's arms but not too harshly then knocked the man unconscious, settling the man down. He repeated the same with the other Mafiosos.

Giotto rendered backwards panting heavily while his best friend glanced at him worriedly. "Giotto, you alright?" He asked, their backs touching at a certain point. The other side gain more allies each passing minute making it harder to defend themselves considering they keep throwing themselves at them aggressively. His boss nodded wearily, his vision getting blurry. "Y-yeah...don't worry, G..."

One of the man cackled darkly, grinning maliciously. "It seems Primo has finally reached his limit. This'll definitely give is an advantage, boys," He announced with cold amusement to his comrades. Some grunted while others laughed at the pitiful state of the strongest mafia boss who was crumbling at their very feet. Other man shouted, "Ha! It's what he deserves for destroying our headquarters and disbanding our famiglia! That bastard!"

At this comment the Primo's right-hand man growled ferociously, tightly gripping his crossbow. He lashed out furiously, "So low for you to ambush a weakened famiglia. No wonder you had been disbanded just as easily!" The enemies snarled viciously not taking the insult lightly. "Argh! Kill those bastards!" He shouted in anguish. His comrades screamed in rage, charging head on at full speed.

Wincing, G sneered, "Tch, fucking bastards." He looked at Giotto in concern. "Giotto, are you alright? Will you be able to handle this?" The blonde chuckled weakly, glancing over his shoulder with determined eyes. He smirked, stating, "Do you really think that this would stop me, G?" His friend blinked in surprise but then returned the smirk. "Then let's kick their asses!" The guardians heard loud and clear and nodded in agreement, their eyes sharpening and shining with determination. "Let's go!" At their boss's proclaim they charged with newfound strength and encouragement.

On the sidelines Tsuna gasped in horror, gaping at the scene. Wow, their resolve must have a firm committment. He stared in amazement. But it was also his duty to protect those in need, too. Taking stance he inhaled and exhale deeply before launching his body forward at unbelievable speed. A streak of orange, amber flames were left in his awake. Time for him to take the spotlight.

Giotto grunted loudly as a kick punctured his healing wound. Gripping his side, he coughed blood resulting in his guardian to cast him concerned, desparate glances. "Giotto!" G roared as he shot the mafioso in the gut then dashed over to his dearest friend. He kneeled down to his fallen companion and tried to ease the pain. "Giotto, hang on there!" The blonde stared at the sky in a daze then to his childhood friend, smiling warmly. He raised his slightly bloody, tainted glove and gently carassed his cheek. "It's okay, G..."

"Damnit, don't talk, Giotto," The red head panicked, clutching his friends shoulders trying to overthink the situation. The Primo Vongola don winced and groaned in pain, clutching his wound. His right-hand man looked left to right as a huge amount of men in suits barricaded them in a circle slowing advancing. He cursed vehemently under his breath.

One of the mafiaos cackled humorlessly. "Ha! Has the puppy lost it's owner?" He taunted, a few other laughing. "Well, this makes the job much easier." He sounded delighted yet not in a nice way. Unfortunately before he could take advantage, a blur flew by leaving burnt marks on the grass. The spectators gaped in utter disbelief.

Tsuna narrowed his eyes as he maintained his stance in mid-air. "What you're doing is wrong. Please stop." He voiced his desparation while his calm posture stilled. "Please, I don't want to do this. Just stop." He pleaded.

The man blinked out of his dazed stated and glared at the floating young adult. "Who are you!?" He demanded. Then he smirked coldly. "Oooh~ You must be Primo's younger brother I assume. Heh, boss will be pleased to know we've captured his sibling." He then made a gesturing motion with his hand, grinning sadistically. "Look here, boy. You don't want anything to happen to your brother, right? If so, we could make an exchangement and nobody will be harmed. How 'bout it?"

Decimo snorted quietly. This had happened many times in the past. They would hold hostages and try to lure them into a trap then kill two birds with one stone in the end. It's pathetic and low of them to do such a thing. He shook his head in denial, ignoring the brother terms spoken, and said, "That's an old trick to be fooled with. But please, stop all this."

The man frowned in distain, deciding on the fact to use sheer force the boy to succumb to them. "Don't test my patience, boy. You wouldn't really want to get on my bad side." He warned, gripping his weapon tighter.

Tsuna frowned, not enjoying the way things were turning out. He wouldn't want to fight but it left him no choice. He considered the First Generation as family and it was his will to protect his family. This was making him uncomfortable. Making a deep breath, he formed a stance whereas his hands were shaped into a triangle and his posture straight. The flame on his forehead flickered instantly as a powerful surge of wind whirled around his lithe form. The flickered increased dramatically then stopped suddenly as he calmly announced, "Zero Point Breakthrough: First Edition."

The mafiosos' eyes widen at the familiar statement, a terrified shiver sent down their spines. This was the fearsome, legendary attack founded from the Vongola Primo. Seems they're gonna get their asses frozen for a long time. Without hesitation, they screamed and ran for their lives. But it was too late, they were frozen for who-knows-how-long.

During this whole interaction, Giotto and G were gaping and staring in disbelief. Not only does his boy resemble Primo but he also knew his attacks, too. This boy was definitely something which only added more to their curiousity and interest. Said boy landed nearby and rushed to their side, kneeling over his ancestor in great worry. "Giotto-san! Are you alright?"

G snapped back to reality and stared at him suspisiously, arching an eyebrow. Giotto felt the aching rack his body but choose to ignore it, concentrating on the brunette. "Y-you..." He fell out of his Hyper Dying Will Mode moments after he collapsed and now lay there in a bloody heap, his wounds reopened. G was in the same state.

Tsuna gently lifted the blonde to sit upright, still in Hyper mode. His usual collective, calm irises shone with deep concern. "Giotto-san, please don't talk! I'll get Knuckle-san to heal you as soon as possible." He babbled. G sat in silence trying to complement the brunette's actions while Giotto stared in shock.

Decimo looked up at the red haired male and instructed, "G-san, protect Giotto-san while I go get Knuckle-san." And without waiting for a response he stood up and sprinted into the direction of the Sun Guardian. The duo sat (laid in Giotto's condiotion) there in surprise, having a hard time to digest the young adult's interactions.

Primo broke the silence by starting, "G, do you-" Only to get cut off my the man who rubbed his temples in frustration. "Even I don't what to think of it, Giotto. And stop talking, you'll harm your injuries further." He stated sternly, mumbling incoherent things under his breath.

Giotto zipped his mouth shut. For now, he'll have to trust Tsuna and wait for the outcome. Hopefully things won't go bad.

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A/N: Updated! :D So, please review. Also, I've noticed this chapter has Italian dialogue mostly. Only Japanese here and there, especially from Tsuna, well, Dame-Tsuna anyways. Well, that's Italy for you. :P

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