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Chapter 3: Hidden Stash

One by one, the guardians dismiss themselves to their own nescessities leaving only Giotto, G, and Tsuna to remain at the table. Not soon after, Tsuna gently placed his eating utensil with a satisfied sigh.

"Thanks for the food, Gio-nii," Tsuna said, beaming at the older male. Giotto smiled, chuckling at his expression. Reaching out his left hand, he gently patted the boy on the head.

"Ne, I'm gonna go to my room, Gio-nii," Tsuna said, hopping off the chair and made his to the huge double doors. The older male gave a noise of agreement in his throat. "Alright, be careful. Don't get lost now."

Tsuna slightly blanched at the thought. It made him cringe to think that he use to be so pathetic and naive in his younger years. For once he is grateful to Reborn and for Reborn to be able to lead him this far in life. Though the trivials were life threatening, he had met the most sincere people aside his mother and that he cherished.

The mini Vongola boss pushed the doors open, revealing the lightly lit corridors of the mansion. Without having to think about where he's suppose to turn, his feet automatically led him to his office. Blinking in surprise, he gazed at the familiar brown, wooden door leading to his demise.

A shudder traveled down his spine. Ugh, dreaded paperwork.

"Wouldn't hurt to take a peek," He muttered to himself and grabbed the knob. Tsuna swiped the door open to reveal his- Ah no, Giotto's office. The arrangement from the future had changed drasically, aside from the decor of the room. It looked much more ancient than anything.

The brunet shut the door behind him, taking unconsicous steps to the desk, which had at least 10 towers of stacked paper. He neared the desk, tracing a finger over the polished wood then moving to the spinning chair. He plopped himself on the chair, swiveling to face the door and to the desk.

"Heh, Giotto-san must be miserable," He commented as he looked over at un-signed sheet of paper. Swiveling a 180 degree, he came face to face with a shelf full of various books. Not even wanting to read over the spines of the books, he returned to face the door. Nothing much had interested him.

Tsuna glanced under the desk, his eyes immediately casting over the two closed drawers. Grinning a little micheivously, he grabbed the first drawer, yanking it open in curiosity. He pouted in defeat when only writing utensils were found along with other office accessories.

Closing the top drawer, he turned his attention to the second one, which as at least twice the size of the first one. Curiosity itched at him, what would his ancestor hide in a big drawer. Perhaps a diary of personal satisfaction? Not that he had one, but it was a guess.

Tsuna gripped the little knob and cautiously peeked inside. His eyes grew wide.

THIS is what his ancestor was hiding?!

...

As soon as Tsuna had left the dining room, G turned to his boss. "Giotto, we still haven't gained information from him. Heck we had him spend the night! You promised to have a meeting yet you were cooing over the kid!" His right hand man accused without regret.

Giotto set his fork aside, clasping his hands together and leaned his head onto his hands. "Well, G, I can see the fact, but this is a child. He can't possibly be involved with mafia."

"You've seen the kid's strange behavior during our first encounter; how can that deny you from accepting that he IS involved." G slammed his fists onto the table, making the dishes clank. "He looked like he knew how to handle a whole famigila for crying out loud!"

"We can't be so sure yet, but from spectulating his facial features, it's certain he's Asian. His language, however, is more perplex. His knowledge using two languages is slightly surprising. If we were to discuss matters in Italian, he'd most likely listen it with ease." The Vongola boss' eyebrows scrunched in deep thought. "But he can't possibly be involved with such dangerous activities, he would have a goner for all we know, G."

"Besides, he looks to innocent and pure to engage in all this chaos," He continued.

G looked torn between blowing up in his best friend's face or to dwell in thought. Instead, he clicked his tongue, deciding to let Giotto's reasons set in. Breathing a sigh of defeat, he leaned into the backside of the dining chair, gazing at the chandelier. "I'll side with you on this one, but the least we can do is gain little more information on his background. All the basics and hobbies."

Giotto glanced at the red-haired man in surprise. He let loose a small smile. "Well, it's settled. We'll spend some quality time with Tsu-kun in the meantime."

G choked on his salvia. After regaining his breath, he exclaimed, "Tsu-kun?! Where'd that come from?"

The blonde haired male nodded, his smile growing bigger. "That's my nickname for Tsunayoshi," He answered sheepishly. G shook his head.

"Well, you sure are warming up to him quickly."

"It seems I am." Giotto thought of how relaxed he's been with the child. "Children are a special gift, so pure and innocent. Perhaps that is what briefly draws away the darkness in our hearts. The ugliness of the underworld would destory their chasity."

The storm guardian stared at the blonde for a moment then stood. "Well then, we have to keep an eye out for the kid. Who knows when an enemy will launch an amush or other sneaky tactics."

Giotto followed his actions, gracefully pushing his chair under the table. At his left he turned to the butler, giving off an apprecative smile. "Thanks for the meal, Leo. Please take a break once all your duties have been completed."

"Yes, Primo." The butler, Leo, bowed and moved to collect the dishes on the table.

The two childhood friends left the dining room, walking side by side in a comfortable silence. Once they reached the last hall to their destination, small thuds echoed down the quiet hall. Instinctively, G swiftly unlatched his gun from its holester while Giotto slipped on his I-Gloves.

Cautiously making their way down the hall, they followed the noise. Giotto and G's eyes narrowed once they stopped in front of his office. Either the assassin was horrible at their job or maybe a cat had gotten in. Psh, yeah right, a cat. (Note: sarcasm)

The two men shared a glance then threw open the door. G's pistol flew into a readied position, his finger lingering on the trigger. Giotto had engited his Sky flames, an orange flame flaring on his forehead. His celerean eyes were now a piercing dark orange, narrowing. The I-Gloves were inveloped in Sky flames, burning furiously.

What they seen next had them almost stumbling back. Giotto slowly released his Sky flames, his eyes almost bolgging out of their sockets, surprise written on his face. G, however, dropped at his pistol, his mouth left agap.

There laying on the sofa was Tsuna, who had an extremely deep blush coating his cheeks. His eyes were gazed over as if he were in a trance. Two bottles of Spirytus Polish Vodka 192 Proof were laid carelessly on the floor, empty of their substance. Clutching in his hand was a half bottle of Everclear Grain 190 Proof.

"Tsu-kun?" Giotto asked, after struggling to find his voice.

Said boy mumbled incoherant words under his breath then suddenly giggly afterwards. A hiccup escaped his lips, his laughter stopping with it. Tsuna gazed blankly at the ceiling before raising the rim of the bottle to his lips, taking two gulps. "Annegando in alcool è meglio che non fare il lavoro di ufficio maledetto.. (Drowning in alcohol is better than doing the damn paperwork..)"

"Tsu-kun..?"

Finally the brunet had heard, moving his eyes to the two stunned men at the doorway. He grinned sluggishly. "Gio-nii~" His eyes flickered over to the red-haired man beside him. All traces of happiness vanished as his bangs shadowed his eyes.

"..."

The two males felt a faint shiver run down their spines.

A short moment of silence passed until Tsuna raised his head. Instead of his warm, shining brown eyes, his eyes were narrowed down into an intimidating glare. His lips were pursed into a scowl. "You.."

G raised an eyebrow at the change in behavior. "What about me, kid?"

Unknown to G, Tsuna in his drunken state of mind saw Primo's right hand man as his own silveret, explosive guardian, Hayato.

Tsuna downed another gulp without removing his eyes from the confused man. "...So, Hayato," The pronounciation on the name was said in malice. "Is there any paperwork again?"

Giotto and G exchanged glances. Who is this 'Hayato'?

A/N: Hey there, my fellow readers, author, authoress'! I haven't been able to type my chapter as I was expecting to. I had an unexpected road trip which changed my plans. I apologize for the shortness of the chapter, but I wouldn't want you to wait. Please enjoy.

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