"May you change fate."

*Note: Spoilers.

Giotto cursed the power of the rings, with which he was able to watch over the future generations of his family. He hated it as he walked through the years, walking beside the bosses that carried the Vongola from his hands. Giotto wanted to be ignorant, wanted to be unafraid of the years to come, unafraid that he made a mistake of giving his beloved home to Ricardo. He wanted ignorance, yet the rings never gave him that. Giotto was forced to watch as the beautiful Vongola he once prided in fell in pace with the other families, no longer holding flames of love, but flames of death. He loathed it and wished so much to turn away.

After he saw through the Terzo's generation, Giotto took action. He could not stand the darkness and hatred the Vongola has become. He could not, so he made sure that he pushed those hoping to take the throne of Vongola's leader as hard as he could. He wanted to see guilt, and the resolve to change the coming future. So he made a trial for the next bosses. He believed his hyper intuition would aid him in it. He forced them to see all of the blood the Vongola cruelly shed, and forced them to despair. Giotto hoped, with all his heart, that the next generations could save Vongola.

Giotto was hopeful with their responses. The first few answered with relative similarity; all said in one way or another that they would change this dire fate of Vongola's, and use the power Giotto gave them to create a new hope. He smiled at these responses, and believed in the best.

He was devastated as he watched the bosses he believed in cripple under the weight of the darkness, or lost themselves to the temptations of the riches that came with cruelty. Giotto despaired, and swore that he would not let this happen again, that he would be even more careful with the next coming bosses.

By the Settimo's time, many more people had joined Giotto within the confinements of the ring. They came to him and guilt plagued them the moment they saw his spirit dwelling in the ring. It wasn't my fault, they would say, I had tried my best to revive the beauty of the Vongola. Another excuse would be: what did I do wrong? I made the Vongola stronger than it could ever be, and there can't be anyway the Vongola can be a family of protection, it is still the mafia. The mafia does not love the weak.

Giotto's heart broke when he heard this, and he turned away from the excuses. Instead, he forced hope into himself for the next generations. How wrong he was again. Although Fabio and Daniela tried their best, and did all they could to at least stay sane, the Vongola never let them turn back its laws to its former ways. It was then did Giotto finally close his eyes. He handed the job of the trials to the other bosses, and fell into a sleep. He could no longer bear to watch.

He awoke once to greet Timoteo, the Nono, and his rage softened when he saw the man. The man had loving and soft eyes, and Giotto knew that this man may have a chance with the fallen Vongola. But Giotto could not let himself hope again. He would not be able to stand another heartbreak. And so, he went back to his sleep, allowing the other former bosses to watch over Timoteo.

It was many years later did Giotto wake. He woke not out of his own will, but by sensing a presence. The presence of a child. Giotto, interested in the presence, started to follow Timoteo. He came to his conclusion; the reason to his wakening. He saw the small brunet, fearful of everything, yet with a beautiful flame, in front of him. His eyes widened as he felt the flames of the little boy flood over him. Despite his form as a spirit, Giotto felt relieved and warmed in the sea of the boy's orange flare. It was then did Giotto pick up the duty of watching over the next possible bosses again.

Giotto loved Tsunayoshi more and more. He knew that the boy was terrible at many things, but he saw the true strength that resonated within him. He saw the incredible amount of love and kindness in the boy's heart, and adored the flames that these feelings created. Watching Tsunayoshi, he began to hope again. It was only a matter of time until Tsunayoshi found him in that bright, clear gem. He grimaced at the thought of losing this beloved boy to the darkness of the mafia, but he pushed the thoughts away and turned only to hope.

The trials had begun. As the images flooded into Tsunayoshi Sawada, and the boy's cries of despair flooded the realm of the sky ring, Giotto could hear many of the bosses beside him mocking the boy.

"How could he be so weak?" "He'll never survive." "He will never be able to shoulder our legacy."

Legacy? Giotto scoffed. This was no legacy. It was horror. Cruelty. Death. Nothing else.

"Tsunayoshi is much stronger than any of us, I'm sure."

Giotto widened his eyes at Timoteo's statement. Then he smiled. Of course. But even with Timoteo's words and determined eyes, Giotto found himself losing optimism. The boy was still gripping his hair and pouring his heart out over the images. Giotto knew that the boy, even if he finally found enough resolve, may not be strong enough to hold against all of the darkness in the mafia.

"I thought I could do anything, if it meant I could protect everyone…"

Giotto sighed.

"But this…"

Giotto turned around, unable to see any longer.

"I don't need this kind of power!"

Giotto's eyes widened.

"If you want me to inherit such mistakes… then I… I will wipe out the Vongola!"

Giotto felt his face freeze. He could feel the same reaction from the rest of the bosses as well. When he finally regained his composure, he couldn't help but feel the immense amount of happiness that ran through him, and it took all he could not to cry in joy.

He waited for the other bosses. Slowly, Giotto saw them smile as well, including the stern Ricardo, as though Tsunayoshi's words had saved them from drowning, from their chains. It was decided.

Years later, Giotto continued watching over Tsunayoshi Sawada. He watched as the boy went past obstacle after obstacle, his will unwavering. He saw as the child managed to save his good friend Cozarto Simon's descendant, and watched as Tsunayoshi pulled Daemon out of his twisted ways. He saw Elena, whom had been in despair watching her beloved, finally receive peace. He watched as the boy, no, the Decimo, gather all of his allies, former enemies included, and brought them together as a family. He saw as Tsunayoshi gave them all of his trust, and loved them, and watched as they returned his love. Giotto watched, and cried in happiness and relief, as his beloved Vongola was brought back into the light. He cried over Tsunayoshi, who saved all of Vongola, and all of the souls that the Vongola had taken and destroyed. He cried, simply because he could.

"Please… Fight with me!"

Giotto smiled at the words. Hope had finally arrived.