To save the children from being harmed in any way, Giotto followed the mysterious men as their hostage. G. wasn't with him nor was any of the other guardians. But he was sure somehow news had gotten back to Vongola about the Boss being kidnapped. These man were quiet, not that he minded, he just wished that if they talked maybe he could get some information out of them.

Even as their captive they treated Giotto with respect and kindness although kept his hands tied behind his back. The carriage ride to the head-quarters was uneventful. Giotto just watched from the windows as the trees passed by. Once the carriage stopped he got out noticing other carriages there as well. Taken lightly by the arm he was escorted inside where he saw a small party being held. A beautiful melody was coming from the woman who was playing the harp. Their eyes met for a second. "Vongola please come this way."

Turning and following the man who had called to him, Giotto was led to a dining room where a young man with brown hair just an inch above his shoulders and onyx eyes sat eating what looked to be some kind of soup. Forcefully pushed down in a chair on the opposite side of the table Giotto waited for the man to finish his meal. Not even seconds later he set down his fork wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Welcome Vongola Don to my home. I hope my men have not treated you with any disrespect."

"Nothing of the sort." Giotto scanned his surroundings for any possible escape routes in case things get ugly. A knock came to the closed doors of the dining room.

Since the subordinates of the brunette had left and he was too lazy to get up he didn't even turn a head to the door before calling out, "Please come in." A middle aged maid came in with some tea. Pouring some into the young man's tea cup Giotto crossed his legs. The maid coughed a little hoping to get her masters attention. Looking up from his cup he raised an eye brow motioning for her to continue.

"Some of the guest have something to speak with you about, Boss." She said. The man sighed pushing his seat out a little before standing up. Looking towards Giotto he bowed slightly.

"Please excuse me for a moment Vongola. I'm hosting a small get together for my daughter in celebration of her engagement."

"Please do not let me keep you from your guests." He said and the other boss left the room. The maid looked around a little before opening the door motioning someone to come in. A woman strolled in. Her pure snow white hair followed after her as she continued in his direction. Bending down beside him her warm chocolate brown eyes met his orange ones. The rope around his wrist fell off as the woman brought her hand up to her face. Her fingertips were coated in a gray flame. Blowing them out she stood up nodding to the maid.

"Come we don't have much time." She said going over to a china cabinet opening the oak doors and turning a silver teapot to an angle. The wall to the right of it opened, a small dark passage was shown. Giotto could feel the cold draft coming from the hole in the wall. Getting up he followed the woman down the stairs. Her waist length hair was the only thing he saw as she turned a corner. Quickening his pace to catch up with her, the woman look back to make sure he was still following. "You're rather slow aren't you Stranger." She said a grin creeping up her face before she turns a corner again.

Giotto, although the comment seemed to faze him little, kept up with her. Stopping she reached up moving a piece of the ceiling big enough for the both of them to fit though. Jumping her fingers latched onto the edge and she pulled herself up slowly. Noticing her having trouble getting though the ceiling he lightly gave her a boost not to offend her in any way. Pulling her feet out she watched as the man in the suit and cape jump out of the hole like it was nothing to worry about. Giotto held out a hand to the white haired woman seeing as she was still sitting on the floor. Grabbing his hand he pulled her up and they started running once again.

Before Giotto knew it the two of them were on the roof. The woman walked along the stone walkway that connected the roof they were on to the roof on the other side of the house. She stopped and turned to him. "There's a horse down there named Butch. Take him and he'll lead you to wherever you need to go. Right about now they should start noticing your disappearance. Go or you'll never get the chance to go again." She said.

Giotto grabbed her hand kissing it lightly. "Thank you Signora. But will you not come also." He asked looking her in the eyes.

"My harp is still here. I'm not leaving it behind. Go on." She said taking her hand back.

"I hope one day I will see you again in a reasonable situation." Giotto bowed to the woman before jumping from the stone walkway to ground. The woman watched him as he rode off on the horse. Sitting on the edge she crossed her arms looking at the clouds.

"What a bizarre man you are Stranger."

"I would like to invite the woman who saved me to the party tomorrow night G." Giotto said to his friend lightly looking out his office window watching the rain fall. G. looked up from the papers he had in his hands to his boss.

"Of course Primo, what's her name I'll have one of the subordinates deliver the message."

"Hm that's the problem I didn't get her name. But her looks are something out of the ordinary. She had long pure white waist length hair with warm, maybe chocolate or chestnut, brown eyes. Her dress was white and floor length but backless. She is a musician; she played a beautiful melody on the harp. Invite her to play as an excuse." G. wrote down the description of the woman before anything else.

"What, if I may ask, made you so interested in her Primo?" G. asked standing up walking towards his boss. "Other women, although few, have done whatever it took to protect Vongola."

"I saw her dying will my dear friend." Giotto said smiling to the red haired Italian then back to the rain again.

"Invited to Vongola?" The brown eyes woman asked still a little shocked from being handed the small piece of paper.

The middle aged man in the suit nodded. "You are the woman who saved our boss, no. If not then I am deeply sorry for confusing you with someone else. If so, we're sorry it's on such short notice. It took a while to find out who and where you were." The woman shook her head then looked at the carriage that waited for them. "Shall I get your harp miss?" He asked.

"What a kind man your boss must be. And yes, but please be careful. It may be lifeless but it's precious to me." Walking towards the carriage another man a little younger than the first held out his hand to help her in. Taking his hand and lifting up her dress she got in sitting down in the overly expensive horse drawn vehicle.

The grand doors opened and the divine music started playing as the guest filled the large ballroom. The colors of the dresses were widely ranged as some were beautiful and others were not as lovely. The men looked to be undistinguishable if not for the different designed on the suits. The guardians watched over things from their spots around the room to make sure everything was going smoothly. No problems aroused as everyone talked with each other kindly. Even the musicians, who were meeting each other for the first time, spoke with one another to figure out if they could combine their musical talents.

The Harpist gave a small laugh as she continued to play her own composed music. She had to emit the young violinist behind her was quite funny even if he had no idea that people around him could hear him clearly.

"Is that her Primo?" G. asked the orange eyed man who watched the young lady play.

"Yes thank you for finding her on such short notice." G. nodded stepping back a little to over look everything once again. Giotto took in the woman sitting on the stage on the other side of the room. She wore the same white floor-length backless halter dress as when he first met her. Her hair wasn't any different and her eyes were closed possibly relaxed by the feeling of playing. She sat sideways, one leg hung over the edge while the other was propped up to give her leverage as the 4 foot pure gold harp leaned against her shoulder. Her feet were bare but he didn't care for such things.

Grabbing a new wine glass and a glass of ice water he walked over greeting people along the way.

The calm smile along her face stayed even as she finished the song. Putting a piece of hair behind her ear she sighed getting ready to play another song since none of the other musicians seemed to want to play as they continued to talk about useless things. "It was a lovely song, have you named it yet." Looking to the side she raised an eye brow before turning back pushing the harp off her shoulder and twisting her body so both feet hung of the edge off the stage.

"No I haven't. I don't name any of my songs. I like to know what other people name them, what they see or think of when they hear it. But I'm happy to know you enjoyed it Stranger, or Vongola Don." She bowed her head slightly in respect to the Mafia Boss. Hearing a chuckle she looked up to see him laughing lightly. "Do you find me funny Vongola?" She asked fixing the strap that went around her neck.

"Please excuse my rudeness, it wasn't right for me to laugh." Holding out the water to her she took it taking a sip from the glass. "I prefer if you called me Giotto, may I know your name." He asked holding out his hand to take hers.

"Ciel." Kissing her knuckles lightly Giotto noticed the small gray flames coming from her finger tips. Taking her hand back she clutched onto her dress trying to suffocate the flame. Pretending he didn't notice anything he smiled at her before holding out his arm.

"I hope you don't mind accompanying me to see my guardians. They all would like to give their appreciation to you for saving me."

"Why not."

Sliding off the stage Ciel took Giotto's arm as he led her away. The violinists started playing as they moved through the crowd of people towards the red haired man with the facial birthmark. Once there Giotto smiled to the man before turning to her. "This is G. my storm guardian and childhood friend. He's been with me through everything. G. this is Ciel the woman who helped me when I was captured." G. bowed to her and she curtsied in return. Taking her hand he kissed it as any Italian man would. They separated and Giotto gave a look to his right hand man.

"It's nice to meet you."

"The feelings mutual." She said before smiling. "I know it's weird to ask but it's going to bother me if I don't. Do you get the feelings you and I are not going to get along." G. looked over at Giotto who was not fazed by the question. His boss motioned him to answer. "Don't worry I'm sure Stranger over here isn't going to get mad by your answer."

"To quote yourself 'the feelings mutual'." G. said trying not to sound annoyed.

"That's not very nice is it G." They turned to see an odd clothed man walking towards them. G. scoffed before grabbing a glass of wine. "She is a beautiful woman Primo." Ciel lightly placed a hand to her mouth looking away in embarrassment. The man chuckled. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Ciel this is Ugetsu Asari, my rain guardian. He is also a musician like yourself." She seemed to recover as soon as those words left his mouth. Unlatching her arm from his her attention was solely on the Japanese man.

"What kind of instrument do you play if you don't mind me asking?" The brown eyed woman asked her hands laced in front of her.

The man smiled at the question. "I'm skilled at the flute but your harp is a beautiful piece itself. It's a pleasure to have you play here for us." He said.

They talked for a few minutes as Giotto and G. had a conversation among themselves. "Miss Ciel Miss Ciel oh Miss Ciel." White hair was pulled and the young harpist shrieked in pain falling to the ground as the pulling continued. Turning to see who was pulling her hair Ciel scowled. The 5 year old little boy gave a smug looked as blue eyes twinkled in mischief. "Oh Miss Ciel I'm so sorry." A blond haired woman cried falling to her knees trying to get the boys hands from the hair. The French accent was prominent in her voice. "Sweet heart I told you to stop pulling peoples hair." The woman told her son tears coming out of her blue eyes.

The boy pulled harder and Ciel turned her body to him. "Miss Chanel control your child." The boy stuck his tongue at her and she did the same in return.

"Very mature." G. said as Giotto tried to reason with the little boy.

"Alexander let go of Miss Ciel's hair. You don't want mommy to get mad do you." Chanel said pulling at the white hair also.

"I want the harp. Give me that harp." He yelled pulling harder. G. turned to the person beside him to see the youngest member of the guardians. His green hair was noticeable along with the small lightning bolt under his right eye. He stood their bored eating a piece of cake that was for the guest to eat and enjoy. "Not even Vongola will make me let go." He said making Primo sigh in defeat.

"Miss Chanel now is a wonderful time to start disciplining your child before I do." The boys grip slacked at the thought of being beaten. Taking the opportunity Ciel slipped her hair out of his hands and throwing it over her shoulders out of his reach. Once he noticed he started hitting everyone around him. Launching himself at the woman, she heard the dress rip and Alexander was lifted off her as Primo kindly helped her up. "I hate children." She whispered to herself as Primo asked her if she was okay. "I'm fine thank you for the help. And thank you whoever lifted that monster off of me." Combing her fingers through her hair Chanel hugged her.

"I'm so sorry. I-It's just that he really wants your harp. A-And your hair was the only thing he could reach." Patting her back hesitantly Ciel told her it was okay. "Come over anytime you're always welcomed in France. Come play for the family once again it was a charming time." She said before going after he son who was crying on the other side of the room.

Giotto placed a hand on her bare lower back gaining her attention. "Would you like us to supply you with another dress for the rest of the party while our maids sow the tear back up?"

"There's no reason to try. That dress it to ugly to be considered wearable." Giotto snapped his head towards the green haired boy.

"Lampo." He scolded. Humiliated by his words Ciel grabbed the plate with the cake on it smashing it in his face before walking past him and out the doors of the ballroom.

The day was warm and bright. The old woman smiled pouring tea into a small cup before walking over to the table outside her home where a young woman sat looking sadly at the children playing in the street with whatever they had to occupy themselves with. The old woman gave a hoarse laugh setting the cup in front of her. Brown eyes looked up at her then back at the kids. "Ciel when will you stop mopping around." She said grabbing a needle with thread then the long white dress that had a long tear in it.

"Don't accuse me of something I'm not doing Lusic."

"Then what are you doing."

Ciel picked up the small cup taking a sip of the tea.

"It's nice to relax. Sit here and watch the children as they play. Drink tea and let your problems go. Not having to worry about what's going to happen today or tomorrow." Lusic said looking down at her sowing with a small smile.

Ciel rolled her eyes flinging some white hair over her shoulder. "You mean sit around like old people." Lusic laughed as Ciel set the cup down.

"I guess I happen to do that every day. It's just nice to see you is all. It's been a few months. Your getting business...that's good." Children waved at the two of them as they passed. A little girl ran up to the white haired woman giving her two little dandelions before running away to catch up with her friends. Caressing the flowers Ciel sighed standing up from her seat and walking a little before leaning against the post of the porch. "And you've turn out to be a beautiful woman. My your parents must have raise you well."

Lusic watched for any sudden movements to her words. None came and she finished up the last stitch to the dress. "You've got so many white dresses you'd think you'd put some color in your selection."

"You talk a lot."

Lusic put the finished dress on the table before slowly getting up and standing beside the young woman. "So I've been told. It must be wonderful to be young. To go to balls, meet nice handsome men who will one day want to court you."

Ciel groaned knowing that the subject would come up sooner or later. "Sorry for the horrible news but I'm not ready yet."

"I'm aware of that however I'm still going to pester you about it." The old woman laughed loudly as Ciel went back to her seat. "I heard that the next village over was attack last week. I hope the pillagers won't come this way anytime soon."

"I hope not, my harp's in your house." Lusic turned to her with a raised eyebrow as the other woman just grinned before drinking some of her tea.