[KHR] FANFICTION : Cloverfield
Disclaimer - KHR and everything in it [c] Amano Akira
Title - Cloverfield
Author -
krissified
Series - Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!
Rating - PG (I think)
Pairing / Characters - Vongola Primo X Vongola Secondo (1stX2nd) / Giotto and the second boss
Warnings - Probably OOC-nessVERY OOC, because i don't know what's the IC for those two. D8
Word Count - 2,003
Summary - About how Giotto met the 2nd boss, and their relationship, etc...
Comments - PEOPLE, shot me dead NOW. By the way, please note that when Giotto / 2nd boss says something in English, it's actually Japanese, because yeahhh. Also, unbeta read. So if there's any mistake, tell me please? D8 Second fanfiction... Is worksafe, cause there're no pornz. But still, why this pairing... OTL. It was spur of the moment, i swear. And, 1st boss and 2nd boss are not father / son. You're warned. >D
======START======
He met him one day when he was out in the field. The field was right next to his house, filled with grass and the occasion flowers, clovers and mimosas. He frequently goes there, be it to pick some flowers, to search for the said - to - be lucky four - leave - clover, or just to play there.
He first noticed the other guy standing at the edge of the field, near the lake. He was facing the sun, facing the water. The wind blowing through the field blew through his hair softly, gently whispering. The clothes that he was wearing was a couple of sizes too big, and it blew along with the wind. It seemed too much to of a coincidence that the guy wondered up here by himself. The field was practically unknown to anyone, and no one ever came up here. It was a private property.
He ran up towards the lake, trying hard not to stumble over the rocks and stones on the field. Grass, being blown by the wind, tickled him gently as he ran past them. “Hey! Hey, you! You over there!” He ran over to the other guy.
The other guy turned around, looked at him, emotionless, turned back and waited till he caught up. Not a single word of introduction spilled from his lips. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk? Or maybe…
“Chi sono voi?” He asked, “Che cosa state facendo qui? Non essete supposti di essere qui. Se chiunque li interferisce qui, allora siete nella difficoltà profonda." Who are you ? What are you doing here ? You're not supposed to be here. If anyone catches you here, then you're in deep trouble.
There was no emotion on the other guy’s face as he turned around, “Nessuno lo interferiranno. Nessuno viene qui.”No one will catch me. No one comes here.
"Nessuno tranne voi, suppongo.” No one except you, i suppose. He smiled mysteriously.
"Questa zona è posseduta dalla mia famiglia. Naturalmente sarò fuori qui. Il moi nome Giotto. Che cosa è il vostro nome?" This area is owned by my family. Of course i'll be out here. My name’s Giotto. What’s your name?
The other boy looked surprised. Giotto beamed at him. He was about a head taller than the other boy, so the other boy had to look up in order to look at him.“Denominilo qualunque gradite.”Call me whatever you like.
Giotto shook his head and mused, “Così non avete un nome? Quello non può essere possibile.”So you don't have a name? That can't be possible.
The younger boy just shrugged and turned his attention back to the lake. He squatted down, and plunged his fingers into the emerald water. He played with the water for a while, until Giotto sighed and squatted down with him.
“Li denominerò appena... Trifoglio. Trifoglio perché li ho venuti a contatto a questo cloverfield.” I'll just call you... Trifoglio. Trifoglio because i met you at this cloverfield. Giotto smiled and grabbed at the boy’s hand to pull him up along with himself. "Parlando dei trifogli, li ha lasciati va cerca un trifoglio dei quattro fogli!”Speaking of clovers, let's go look for a four leaf clover!
The boy allowed himself to be dragged along with Giotto. He allowed Giotto to tell him what to do, he allowed himself to have some fun for the day with Giotto. At long last, dawn arrived, and Giotto had to go home.
The next day, the boy was there again. Again, Giotto dragged him along. This time though, they went inside the house to play.
It carried on for a few days, until one day, the boy began to change. Giotto noticed the changes almost immediately - the boy was more talkative, he held more expressions, he smiled frequently, his aura around him changed.
Inside, Giotto was pleased. He liked the boy, and he wanted to change the boy into a more emotional person. He wanted the boy to be a friend, a very close friend. He wanted the boy to realize that he was there to help him, not to scar him. He wanted the boy to treat him himself like a friend.
- - - - - - -
It happened one raining morning. Trif - Giotto had gotten him familiar with that name - rang up on Giotto’s doorstep, bruised and wounded. The rain washed away most of the blood, but some were still bleeding.
Giotto stood there in shock, surveying the scene before him with horrified eyes. Trif looked down, as if he were surveying the concrete, but Giotto knew that he was trying to hide the fact that he was crying. Hurriedly, Giotto ushered the boy into his house and led him to his room.
“Che cosa è accaduto?” What happened?
The boy didn’t answer. Giotto slowly bandaged his cuts and wounds and forced the boy to look up at him. “Che cosa è accaduto? Dicami!” What happened? Tell me!
Giotto frowned. Does the boy still not trust him? Even after the times they spent together? Even after Giotto going out of his way to help him? Maybe the boy wanted to keep it to himself, maybe he wanted to keep it private. But Giotto wants to know. He wants to help the boy.
“Dicami!” Tell me! Giotto was desperate. He wants to know what has happened, he want to help, with all his heart. He wants to understand his friend. But does his friend trust him?
Giotto gripped the boy’s shoulders and shook him roughly. He knew that right from the start, the boy had been hiding some dark secret. It was easy to tell, really. The way he looked, like he was trying hard not to break down into tears. The way he spoke, trembling, like he was trying not to let slip something. The way he interacts, like he was not used to this short of stuff.
“Li aiuterò. Io realmente volontà.” I’ll help you, I really will. Giotto leaned on the wounded boy, tears forming at the edges of his eyes as he thought about how useless he was, about how he couldn’t help the boy he loved even though he was suffering.
Lurching forward all of a sudden, he pushed the boy to the ground. Taking the bandages from the ground, he tied it around his eyes, making a blindfold for the boy. “I love you.”
- - - - - -
"How childish. You come running to your half - brother just because you couldn’t handle it? What kind of boss are you, Vongola Primo, Giotto?”
“Oh come on… I didn’t come because I couldn’t handle it. I came because I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Giotto sat down on the couch facing the desk where the slim, black haired man was sitting at. He rested his head on his hands and scrutinized the man. The face that he had known since young has not changed much, the chin was pointer, the eyebrows are always frowning nowadays, and that hair that captured his attention when they first met was longer, was tied up in a pony tail.
As Giotto stared at the man, his mind bought back memories from when they were little. Little, yet facing as many problems as adults faced, but together, they made it through. They were best friends, and they still were now, only that they had found out that they were half brothers…
Giotto remembered the day when the little boy turned up at his doorsteps, bruised and wounded all over. He remembered bringing him into his room, bandaging him up, asking him why he was hurt. In the end, he kissed him on the lips, the feeling of hopelessness allowing him to realize just how much he loved the boy. The boy spilled out his secrets, about how he was an orphan, and he got adopted into an abusive family. How he had tried to run away, but couldn’t.
At the thought of the kiss, Giotto smiled. It was sweet, the touch of lips against lips. He could remember exactly how the younger boy tasted like at that moment - the taste of the rainwater, mixed with the metallic tingle of blood, with a little salt from his tears.
“…What…?”
“Hmm? What do you mean, what?” Giotto smiled.
“You were smiling. It was scary,” the 30 year old retorted, “Anyway, you said you wanted to tell me something?”
“Oh… Yes…”
Giotto remembered how he, along with his family, had went to see the boy’s family. He saw how cruelly they treated him, and begged his mom to take the boy with them. In the end, it was made clear, from his father, that he was actually a half - brother. They had different moms.
After that, the older brother was involved so deeply in his own stuff that he started ignoring his brother. When questioned by the two - year younger boy, he replied with a smile. But both Giotto and the boy remembered that that night, he went into the boy’s bedroom, sat down on the bed, and gently smoothed his bedcovers. “I’m sorry, but I love you still. Too much, and it hurts me deep inside.”
The younger boy, wanting to know what that meant, decided to start learning Japanese.
“…Hell, if you don’t want to talk to me, forget about it then,” the man stood up and started walking towards the door.
“Wait!” Giotto ran over, and grabbed the man and tackled him down, like how they did it when they were little.
“Trifoglio…” He smiled.
- - - - - - -
He flopped down onto the bed and lay there, wondering about his brother in Italy. It had been some years since Giotto had renounced the title of ‘Boss’ to the Vongola Famiglia to his little brother and left Italy for Japan.
After that, he had cut off all contact from the Famiglia, wishing to enjoy a quiet and peaceful life for once. His six guardians had been taken over, and they also came to Japan with him. Sometimes, they’d meet up and talk about the old days.
About how Giotto had led them through their battles, about how Giotto had been such a great leader, and also about how Giotto had managed to convince the one who doesn’t want to have anything to do with the Famiglia to become the second boss.
**
“Fratello maggiore, ti amo anche.” Big brother, i love you too. The young boy went up to his brother who was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper.
“Hmm?”
“I remember what you said to me that night, so many years ago,” the by said smugly, “I told mom to help me learn Japanese, so now I know everything you say in that language.”
Giotto laughed and put down the paper and hugged him, “Silly boy.”
**
The 22 year old man leapt over the fence and ran towards his brother. “Hey, little brother! I’ve got some good news!
“I’ve decided to start a Mafia family! I’ll be the first boss, and we’ll name it the Vongola Famiglia. How about it? My friends are going to be my guardians, and we’ll set up headquarters somewhere! You’ll have to join because you’re my brother, and together, we’ll rule the underworld!”
“Was that why you were away from home for so long?”
“Well… Yeah, but it doesn’t matter now because it’s all settled! Come on, little brother!”
“When did you first start planning this? Was it during the few years after mom took me in?”
“Yes. What’s wrong?”
**
He smiled, and pinned the younger man down.
"Be the second boss, brother. The Vongola needs you.”
“But you are the boss.”
“No, I’m not. I’ll be leaving for Japan in a few days. You have no choice, little brother. You owe it to me.”
“But -”
Giotto leaned down and kissed him, lightly, on the lips. “You love me, don’t you?”
“Remember the cloverfield that we shared…”
======END======
Same rule as the fanfiction for Tsuna: '**' means the start of a flashback or / and the end of the flashback... And '- - - - - - -' just means fast forward. :D
Hope... Hope you liked it. *shot*
Title - Cloverfield
Author -
krissified
Series - Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!
Rating - PG (I think)
Pairing / Characters - Vongola Primo X Vongola Secondo (1stX2nd) / Giotto and the second boss
Warnings - Probably OOC-nessVERY OOC, because i don't know what's the IC for those two. D8
Word Count - 2,003
Summary - About how Giotto met the 2nd boss, and their relationship, etc...
Comments - PEOPLE, shot me dead NOW. By the way, please note that when Giotto / 2nd boss says something in English, it's actually Japanese, because yeahhh. Also, unbeta read. So if there's any mistake, tell me please? D8 Second fanfiction... Is worksafe, cause there're no pornz. But still, why this pairing... OTL. It was spur of the moment, i swear. And, 1st boss and 2nd boss are not father / son. You're warned. >D
======START======
He met him one day when he was out in the field. The field was right next to his house, filled with grass and the occasion flowers, clovers and mimosas. He frequently goes there, be it to pick some flowers, to search for the said - to - be lucky four - leave - clover, or just to play there.
He first noticed the other guy standing at the edge of the field, near the lake. He was facing the sun, facing the water. The wind blowing through the field blew through his hair softly, gently whispering. The clothes that he was wearing was a couple of sizes too big, and it blew along with the wind. It seemed too much to of a coincidence that the guy wondered up here by himself. The field was practically unknown to anyone, and no one ever came up here. It was a private property.
He ran up towards the lake, trying hard not to stumble over the rocks and stones on the field. Grass, being blown by the wind, tickled him gently as he ran past them. “Hey! Hey, you! You over there!” He ran over to the other guy.
The other guy turned around, looked at him, emotionless, turned back and waited till he caught up. Not a single word of introduction spilled from his lips. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk? Or maybe…
“Chi sono voi?” He asked, “Che cosa state facendo qui? Non essete supposti di essere qui. Se chiunque li interferisce qui, allora siete nella difficoltà profonda." Who are you ? What are you doing here ? You're not supposed to be here. If anyone catches you here, then you're in deep trouble.
There was no emotion on the other guy’s face as he turned around, “Nessuno lo interferiranno. Nessuno viene qui.”No one will catch me. No one comes here.
"Nessuno tranne voi, suppongo.” No one except you, i suppose. He smiled mysteriously.
"Questa zona è posseduta dalla mia famiglia. Naturalmente sarò fuori qui. Il moi nome Giotto. Che cosa è il vostro nome?" This area is owned by my family. Of course i'll be out here. My name’s Giotto. What’s your name?
The other boy looked surprised. Giotto beamed at him. He was about a head taller than the other boy, so the other boy had to look up in order to look at him.“Denominilo qualunque gradite.”Call me whatever you like.
Giotto shook his head and mused, “Così non avete un nome? Quello non può essere possibile.”So you don't have a name? That can't be possible.
The younger boy just shrugged and turned his attention back to the lake. He squatted down, and plunged his fingers into the emerald water. He played with the water for a while, until Giotto sighed and squatted down with him.
“Li denominerò appena... Trifoglio. Trifoglio perché li ho venuti a contatto a questo cloverfield.” I'll just call you... Trifoglio. Trifoglio because i met you at this cloverfield. Giotto smiled and grabbed at the boy’s hand to pull him up along with himself. "Parlando dei trifogli, li ha lasciati va cerca un trifoglio dei quattro fogli!”Speaking of clovers, let's go look for a four leaf clover!
The boy allowed himself to be dragged along with Giotto. He allowed Giotto to tell him what to do, he allowed himself to have some fun for the day with Giotto. At long last, dawn arrived, and Giotto had to go home.
The next day, the boy was there again. Again, Giotto dragged him along. This time though, they went inside the house to play.
It carried on for a few days, until one day, the boy began to change. Giotto noticed the changes almost immediately - the boy was more talkative, he held more expressions, he smiled frequently, his aura around him changed.
Inside, Giotto was pleased. He liked the boy, and he wanted to change the boy into a more emotional person. He wanted the boy to be a friend, a very close friend. He wanted the boy to realize that he was there to help him, not to scar him. He wanted the boy to treat him himself like a friend.
- - - - - - -
It happened one raining morning. Trif - Giotto had gotten him familiar with that name - rang up on Giotto’s doorstep, bruised and wounded. The rain washed away most of the blood, but some were still bleeding.
Giotto stood there in shock, surveying the scene before him with horrified eyes. Trif looked down, as if he were surveying the concrete, but Giotto knew that he was trying to hide the fact that he was crying. Hurriedly, Giotto ushered the boy into his house and led him to his room.
“Che cosa è accaduto?” What happened?
The boy didn’t answer. Giotto slowly bandaged his cuts and wounds and forced the boy to look up at him. “Che cosa è accaduto? Dicami!” What happened? Tell me!
Giotto frowned. Does the boy still not trust him? Even after the times they spent together? Even after Giotto going out of his way to help him? Maybe the boy wanted to keep it to himself, maybe he wanted to keep it private. But Giotto wants to know. He wants to help the boy.
“Dicami!” Tell me! Giotto was desperate. He wants to know what has happened, he want to help, with all his heart. He wants to understand his friend. But does his friend trust him?
Giotto gripped the boy’s shoulders and shook him roughly. He knew that right from the start, the boy had been hiding some dark secret. It was easy to tell, really. The way he looked, like he was trying hard not to break down into tears. The way he spoke, trembling, like he was trying not to let slip something. The way he interacts, like he was not used to this short of stuff.
“Li aiuterò. Io realmente volontà.” I’ll help you, I really will. Giotto leaned on the wounded boy, tears forming at the edges of his eyes as he thought about how useless he was, about how he couldn’t help the boy he loved even though he was suffering.
Lurching forward all of a sudden, he pushed the boy to the ground. Taking the bandages from the ground, he tied it around his eyes, making a blindfold for the boy. “I love you.”
- - - - - -
"How childish. You come running to your half - brother just because you couldn’t handle it? What kind of boss are you, Vongola Primo, Giotto?”
“Oh come on… I didn’t come because I couldn’t handle it. I came because I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Giotto sat down on the couch facing the desk where the slim, black haired man was sitting at. He rested his head on his hands and scrutinized the man. The face that he had known since young has not changed much, the chin was pointer, the eyebrows are always frowning nowadays, and that hair that captured his attention when they first met was longer, was tied up in a pony tail.
As Giotto stared at the man, his mind bought back memories from when they were little. Little, yet facing as many problems as adults faced, but together, they made it through. They were best friends, and they still were now, only that they had found out that they were half brothers…
Giotto remembered the day when the little boy turned up at his doorsteps, bruised and wounded all over. He remembered bringing him into his room, bandaging him up, asking him why he was hurt. In the end, he kissed him on the lips, the feeling of hopelessness allowing him to realize just how much he loved the boy. The boy spilled out his secrets, about how he was an orphan, and he got adopted into an abusive family. How he had tried to run away, but couldn’t.
At the thought of the kiss, Giotto smiled. It was sweet, the touch of lips against lips. He could remember exactly how the younger boy tasted like at that moment - the taste of the rainwater, mixed with the metallic tingle of blood, with a little salt from his tears.
“…What…?”
“Hmm? What do you mean, what?” Giotto smiled.
“You were smiling. It was scary,” the 30 year old retorted, “Anyway, you said you wanted to tell me something?”
“Oh… Yes…”
Giotto remembered how he, along with his family, had went to see the boy’s family. He saw how cruelly they treated him, and begged his mom to take the boy with them. In the end, it was made clear, from his father, that he was actually a half - brother. They had different moms.
After that, the older brother was involved so deeply in his own stuff that he started ignoring his brother. When questioned by the two - year younger boy, he replied with a smile. But both Giotto and the boy remembered that that night, he went into the boy’s bedroom, sat down on the bed, and gently smoothed his bedcovers. “I’m sorry, but I love you still. Too much, and it hurts me deep inside.”
The younger boy, wanting to know what that meant, decided to start learning Japanese.
“…Hell, if you don’t want to talk to me, forget about it then,” the man stood up and started walking towards the door.
“Wait!” Giotto ran over, and grabbed the man and tackled him down, like how they did it when they were little.
“Trifoglio…” He smiled.
- - - - - - -
He flopped down onto the bed and lay there, wondering about his brother in Italy. It had been some years since Giotto had renounced the title of ‘Boss’ to the Vongola Famiglia to his little brother and left Italy for Japan.
After that, he had cut off all contact from the Famiglia, wishing to enjoy a quiet and peaceful life for once. His six guardians had been taken over, and they also came to Japan with him. Sometimes, they’d meet up and talk about the old days.
About how Giotto had led them through their battles, about how Giotto had been such a great leader, and also about how Giotto had managed to convince the one who doesn’t want to have anything to do with the Famiglia to become the second boss.
**
“Fratello maggiore, ti amo anche.” Big brother, i love you too. The young boy went up to his brother who was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper.
“Hmm?”
“I remember what you said to me that night, so many years ago,” the by said smugly, “I told mom to help me learn Japanese, so now I know everything you say in that language.”
Giotto laughed and put down the paper and hugged him, “Silly boy.”
**
The 22 year old man leapt over the fence and ran towards his brother. “Hey, little brother! I’ve got some good news!
“I’ve decided to start a Mafia family! I’ll be the first boss, and we’ll name it the Vongola Famiglia. How about it? My friends are going to be my guardians, and we’ll set up headquarters somewhere! You’ll have to join because you’re my brother, and together, we’ll rule the underworld!”
“Was that why you were away from home for so long?”
“Well… Yeah, but it doesn’t matter now because it’s all settled! Come on, little brother!”
“When did you first start planning this? Was it during the few years after mom took me in?”
“Yes. What’s wrong?”
**
He smiled, and pinned the younger man down.
"Be the second boss, brother. The Vongola needs you.”
“But you are the boss.”
“No, I’m not. I’ll be leaving for Japan in a few days. You have no choice, little brother. You owe it to me.”
“But -”
Giotto leaned down and kissed him, lightly, on the lips. “You love me, don’t you?”
“Remember the cloverfield that we shared…”
======END======
Same rule as the fanfiction for Tsuna: '**' means the start of a flashback or / and the end of the flashback... And '- - - - - - -' just means fast forward. :D
Hope... Hope you liked it. *shot*