A twelve years old Tsuna was playing in the park, alone, swinging on the swing set.

He was looking at the blue sky when two shadows loomed at him from behind.

Suddenly, Tsuna felt something sharp pressing against his side.

Calmly, he discreetly glanced to the back and saw about two people wearing ski masks.

"Yell and I'll kill you," the burly one said to him.

Tsuna just remained quiet.

"Stand up and follow us, now," the lanky one barked orders.

But Tsuna never moved.

"Hey! Do you hear me?! I said move!"

The pointy thing pressed a little bit deeper to his side.

"I won't move," was Tsuna's reply.

Furious, the lanky man stomped around him to the front so they could be eye-to-eye.

"Are you underestimating us, kid?" he asked while pointing a knife at him.

Tsuna shook his head.

"No sir. I am not underestimating the kidnappers"

Tsuna gave them a smile.

"YOU are underestimating my grandpa."

Both of them wore a confused look.

"Kid, what are you blabbering about? There ain't no grandp-" the burly man tried to say but was cut off by a scream.

"TSUUUUUNAAAAA!!!!"

In a split second, two men with ski masks on their faces were facepalming the ground, while a certain brunet was smothered by a blond man who was currently crying 'manly' tears.

"Tsunaaaa!! Are you alright???"

"Yes, grandpa Giotto. I'm fine."

"Good! Let's go home now, okay?"

"Okay!"

And both the brunet and the blond walked away, leaving the kidnappers still laying on the dusty playground.