Summary: What if the Vongola wasn't the old, powerful, and influential Famiglia we all know it to be? What if, instead, it was a young, barely known Famiglia still in its first generation? At the age of twenty-one, young Giotto Vongola has a lot on his plate, what with keeping his rowdy guardians from causing trouble and making sure they don't offend the older Famiglias he's been trying to form an alliance with, not to mention the fact that, one day, completely out of the blue, his (ex) girlfriend dumps their newborn son on his doorstep and leaves without a second glance. Read on to find out how Giotto tries to juggle raising his son and raising his famiglia.
SkyGem: Well, against my better judgement, I've decided to start a new story . . . I was planning on waiting to post this until after my hiatus, but I've got a few chapters written, so I thought, eh, why not? It's a cute fic. Anyways, I hope you all like it, ne?
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR, but the plot of this fic is completely mine.
Somewhere in Italy, there was a young man seated at his desk, busily signing away at a rather gigantic stack of papers in his rather gigantic office in his rather gigantic mansion.
This young man was twenty-one-year-old Giotto Maestri, and he was so very close to pulling his hair out in frustration. He had been signing bills and treaties and contracts for hours now, and he was starting to find it harder and harder to concentrate as his attention began to waver.
Finally, with a huff annoyance, the young leader threw down his pen and began slowly curling and uncurling his fingers in order to get the stiffness out of them.
Rising up out of his wingback chair (which had been growing steadily more and more uncomfortable the longer he was confined to it), Giotto stretched his arms above his head, turning this way and that to get the kinks out of his back and to get his cramped muscles to loosen up.
Needing to stretch his legs, but knowing that if he were to leave the room, he'd just be brought right back by whichever of his guardians caught him, Giotto began pacing the length of his office.
It was a rather comfortable room (it had to be, considering how much time he spent there), with a soft, plush, brown carpet that he made sure remained clean by insisting that everyone take off their shoes before entering, and two comfortable wingback chairs similar to his own on the other side of his gigantic, ornate, wooden desk. One entire wall to the right of the door was a bookshelf, with books and a few pictures and other knick-knacks organized neatly on them and on the opposite wall were some pictures of Giotto and his loved ones. On the last wall, behind his desk, was a large, bullet-proof window looking out onto the driveway and front lawn of the estate, and it was here that Giotto's pacing came to a stop.
Letting his mind drift as he stared into space, it took Giotto a moment to notice the unfamiliar car in the driveway, and it took him a moment more to notice who was getting into said car.
Giotto blinked stupidly as he stared at the back of the head of short, chestnut-coloured hair.
It didn't matter that he couldn't see her face; he would recognize that figure anywhere
And then, as if feeling his eyes on her, she turned around and sure enough, there was his ex-girlfriend Nana.
The two of them had broken up a little over a year ago due to both Giotto's supremely busy schedule, and Nana's wish to return to her home country. Giotto had been ready to part amicably, but Nana had apparently had other plans. Upset at how easily Giotto had agreed to break up with her, she'd kicked up quite a fuss before walking away, leaving her newly ex-boyfriend completely and utterly bewildered.
Last he'd heard, she been on a plane out of Italy, which was part of the reason he was so surprised to see her here.
Focusing back on the matter at hand, Giotto noticed upon closer inspection that there was something different about Nana; her once silky brown hair was limp and lacklustre, there were bags under her eyes visible even from where he was, and her overall appearance just seemed…dishevelled.
As the two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, he saw in her eyes a world of hate and regret, and even just a hint of pain. Finally, she broke eye contact and turned to climb back into her car, driving off without another glance back.
Giotto wasn't sure how long he stood there, staring, it was probably only a few minutes, but by the time he snapped back to attention, the driveway was empty once more, and there was a knocking at the door.
Turning back, the young leader took a minute to compose himself – it wouldn't do for the Don to look weak in front of his subordinates – then called out to whoever was on the other side, "Come in!"
The door opened to reveal Ferro, an elderly butler who had worked for Giotto's family when the blonde was still a kid. Giotto had come from a very old, very powerful family and had lived in luxury until his parents had been murdered and he'd been left to fend for himself. After being passed from foster family to foster family, the boy had finally gotten fed up and run away.
Shortly afterwards, he had met his guardians and they had formed the vigilante group that eventually became known as the Vongola. One day, while searching for staff to keep the new Vongola base in order, Giotto had come across the profile of an old veteran butler who was currently looking for work and had immediately recognised the man from his childhood.
After a very emotional reunion, Giotto had invited Ferro to work for him and the man had eagerly agreed.
At the moment, the man had a slumbering infant – about five months old – cradled in his arms, drooling all over his suit.
Looking at the round little cheeks, the thick mass of soft brown hair, and the little 'o' of the infant's mouth, Giotto felt a myriad of emotions, most prominent among them being utter confusion.
"Who…?" he asked, not even bothering to hide his bewilderment.
"His name is Tsunayoshi," replied Ferro, his face a mask. "Signora Nana brought him just now, along with a few of his belongings. He is your son."
Giotto stared dumbly at him for a moment, his mind not able to process what his friend had just said.
"He's my what?" he asked.
"Your son," repeated Ferro.
Giotto turned this over in his head a few times, trying to get a grasp of this rather foreign concept, before asking, "How…?"
Despite the blonde's inability to form coherent sentences, Ferro seemed perfectly able to understand him and in reply, shifted the child to one arm before holding out what looked like a note towards his employer.
Taking the note, Giotto immediately recognized the neat block letters as Nana's and immediately began reading it, not entirely sure as to what he was expecting.
When we parted ways last year, I had no idea of the life growing inside of me. Perhaps if I had, I would have tried harder to make our relationship work. But that was not what happened, and by the time I learned of our child, I was already back home in Japan. At the time, I naively thought that perhaps I would be able to raise him, but five months have passed, and I find myself completely and utterly overwhelmed. With no one else to turn to, I have brought him to you. I don't particularly care what you do with him. Raise him, put him up for adoption, whatever you wish. Just please, for the love of God, leave me out of it. I have done my duty; I have tried my hand at raising him ,and I now wish to have nothing more to do with him.
With deepest regrets,
Upon finishing the note, Giotto stared at it for a few moments, unsure of how to react.
He had no idea how long he stood there, motionlessly, turning these new developments over and over in his head, but Ferro stood quietly the entire time, holding little Tsunayoshi.
Giotto was only able to snap out of his stupor when suddenly, there was the sound of cloth shifting, and a little whine from the direction of his newly-discovered son and his butler.
Seconds later, the whine was replaced by a loud, heartbreaking sob, and when Giotto looked over, he saw that his five-month-old had his eyes squeezed shut and tears leaking from them.
Ferro, meanwhile, was trying to get the child to quiet down, but when that didn't work, Giotto stepped forward, holding his arms out.
Ferro passed him over without a word, and as Giotto pulled the infant close to him, he began cooing quietly to him, bouncing him up and down and basically imitating what Asari and Daemon, his rain and mist guardians respectively, did whenever their kids were acting out.
It took a while, but when the five-month-old finally stopped sobbing and opened his eyes, he seemed almost transfixed by Giotto's appearance, and truth be told, so was Giotto himself.
Because those eyes.
Those eyes looked so very much like his own, that it almost scared him.
Feeling an inkling of affection take root in his heart for this young life, Giotto smiled tenderly down at him, brushing one of his soft brown locks aside with gentle fingers.
In reply, the child smiled innocently back, making that happy gurgling sound that babies always seemed to do, and which Giotto had always found to be absolutely adorable.
But the crying seemed to have taken a lot out of him, for Giotto could already see his eyelids starting to droop.
Cradling his son close to his heart, Giotto began slowly pacing around the room, humming a quiet lullaby and rocking Tsunayoshi slowly back and forth.
And as he hummed and paced and rocked, Giotto thought of Nana. He thought of what it would take for a mother to abandon her child, and he wondered just how she'd been able to go through with it.
He'd only known Tsunayoshi for a few minutes, and he was already utterly besotted by this tiny life, and he couldn't see himself letting go for any reason at all.
And the more he thought, the more and more angry he found himself becoming with Nana.
Because of her, Tsunayoshi would never know his mother.
And maybe that was a good thing, considering how irresponsible she had turned out to be.
When Giotto finally clamped down on these thoughts and hid them away in the farthest corners of his mind, so that they could be forgotten, he looked down to see that Tsunayoshi was fast asleep once more.
Unable to help the tender smile that came upon his face, the young father brought his son closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
Putting his mouth close to his son's ear, he whispered, "Sweet dreams, Tsunayoshi dear. And welcome to Vongola."
SkyGem: So, what do you think? Interesting? Silly? Boring? Please leave a review and tell me what you thought, ne? And I'll try to update soon.
EDIT 05/01/2014: To all new readers, I would just like to say hello, and to inform you that I am currently in the middle of editing this series. Therefore, you might discover a few inconsistencies as you continue to read. Just keep in mind that the most recently updated chapter will have an (-) beside the name. Anything after that chapter is unedited and therefore subjected to change. I will do my best to fix all these errors, so please be patient with me, yes? If you want to keep updated on how I'm doing, and when new chapters may be released, please check out my blog! The link is on my profile!