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Giotto couldn't believe it, it happened again!
He risked a blink at the terrified nanny with tears in her eyes, trembling before him, and internally winced. Well, she did not manage to last long in this household either.
He tried to smile at her reassuringly, as if this was not a glaringly big issue at all. And it wasn't - well, no, it was, but not as big as she thought it was.
"Do not fret, my dear, I know what happened. There's probably nothing you could've done, and there's nothing to worry about." Probably.
"But -!" she stuttered, glancing at bawling Hayato in his father's arms. At the same time, Takeshi was reaching over Asari's shoulder towards the crying infant. He didn't manage to grab him yet, thank goodness.
Then she furrowed her eyebrows at Chrome, who was happily gnawing on her dummy in Giotto's lap. Occasionally, she would clap enthusiastically at another failed attempt of Takeshi grabbing hold of hysterical Hayato.
And then her eyes started towards the resentfully glaring three year old Mukuro standing in the corner. As soon as she studied him edging away from stoic Alaude, he knew he'd need to hire a new nanny.
He did not blame her for the attitude. After all, her mind was just not comprehending how they could be all so impassive when two of their precious children were missing.
And true, to her, it may look like it, but Giotto could feel the storm raging just centimetres away from him.
Asari, of course, was just trying to keep his son in one place, the wriggling form of Takeshi hard to grasp. But G (even with a crying infant in arms) and Alaude made it into a full blown glaring contest.
All the while Mukuro tried to chip in whenever possible, just as he saw his father do all the time, while keeping a healthy distance.
Giotto praised the heavens that Daemon and Knuckle were away. Or this situation would progress in a completely different manner altogether.
But no, they weren't impassive. At all. And Giotto would be raising hell and heaven, if he did not know what happened already. (Yes, God help whoever takes his precious Tsunayoshi away from him at any age. God bless especially his future girlfriends/boyfriends, nevermind at the tender age of 11 months old.)
He had an urge to glare at Alaude as well, but he knew well enough it would be no use at all. It barely works as it is. And anyway, he was not the Skylark Giotto wanted to scold. Well, maybe a little scolding wouldn't hurt...
God (and he's invoking him today a lot) knows Alaude allowed his progeny a lot, and believed that "young should learn to fend for themselves early on, why keep them on a leash?" With that attitude, how could anyone be surprised Kyoya ran absolutely wild?
(Speaking of which, if this infatuation continued as is, Giotto will be worried for Tsuna's (very) potential love interests as well.)
"Why don't you take the rest of the day off, while we resolve this, hm?" Knowing she likely won't return after the day off, he smiled at the poor nanny, who, after bearing his gaze for fifteen seconds, nodded and then apologised once again before high tailing it out of the office. L
Giotto sighed and bounced little Chrome on his knee. She rewarded him by spitting out her dummy and smiling at him.
Giotto winced as it fell on the carpet. That was the last clean dummy this office held. And while the children were getting older, at least the babies still wanted one when they were putting them to sleep. Tsuna couldn't sleep without one. Giotto blamed that on Alaude's little wild child, too, but that's a story for another time.
"Where are they, Alaude?" Giotto sighed once again and turned to look at his Cloud Guardian.
Alaude frowned.
"I don't keep track of his hideouts. He comes home when he's tired or hungry."
He's your kid!! Nevermind secret hideouts, you should keep tabs on him on a regular basis and actually parent that borderline wolf-child!! Giotto thought viciously. If Alaude did this after all, Kyoya wouldn't go around calling people herbivores and beat them when they failed to pass his set of rules (or he would, you never know with Alaude's genes).
Or take his Tsuna away from nannies and childminders to "make a carnivore out of him". Whatever that means.
Giotto glanced at Mukuro, the only child here Kyoya's age.
There was also Ryohei, of course, but Knuckle's nephew did not visit regularly, he was here only once or twice every few months. It was safer that way. And not only because of the mafia connections, no. When the nannies made mistake of putting not even an 18 months old Kyoya, Mukuro and Ryohei into a play pen together, Giotto had to pay for a new nursery and handsomely pay off the traumatized nannies who left on the spot.
Moving on.
Mukuro would probably know where Kyoya would take little Tsunayoshi.
Mukuro, noticing that he had the attention he craved, laughed at him in a great reminiscence of his (oh so great) father and Giotto knew he wouldn't fess up without something in exchange. Mafia kids. What can you do.
They found Kyoya holding Tsunayoshi hostage under the beach chair they left by their indoor pool.
They were quite cleverly hidden. Kyoya put a bunch of towels over it so it formed a little tent and dragged three cushions from their function room underneath, so they had a nice space to properly nap on.
Ah, naps. Ine of Kyoya's favourite pastimes - not including maiming, training or challenging his ice eyed father and/or Mukuro. They actually interrupted one.
Well, Tsuna was not sleeping, but combing through Kyoya's locks, babbling to himself something nonsensical.
Kyoya, who was dozing off, let out a little sound of displeasure at seeing him peering under the wall of towels, while Tsuna let out a delighted giggle at seeing his papa.
It was slightly difficult getting them both from under there. When Kyoya "kindly" refused to relinquish his hold (by trying to bite, thank you, Alaude, for being such an oh so amazing parent), Alaude swooped in at seeing the glare his helpless Sky sent him and said, in a completely flat tone, "Good job for finding this space."
Oh the things Giotto would like to say.
Alaude continued, seeing he had the boy's attention: "You have a water source here," from which Giotto hoped nobody drank, otherwise he truly would kill his Cloud Guardian, even if it was the last thing he would ever do.
"And the kitchens are close, so food is good and covered for. Only trouble is that they shut down the heating down here during the night unless specifically told to have it on."
Kyoya growled and pushed Tsuna gently into his father's waiting arms, and not forgetting to try and wrap a towel around him for good measure.
"Pa," Tsuna babbled and squeezed his father around his neck. Kyoya got out too, glaring at the blue tiles sullenly.
Alaude patted his hair. "Good job, little one. You almost got it."
Giotto sent his way a sharp glare.
Asari laughed wholeheartedly and stopped paying attention to grabby hands. Takeshi instantly took advantage and finally managed to reach over his shoulder and grab Hayato's bangs.
Then they had a completely different crisis to get over.