Disclaimer: I don't own KHR.

It was summer, and the temperature was so high that chocolate could melt under the sunshine in twenty seconds flat. The sun was shining almost mercilessly on earth and crickets sung, completing the familiar scenery of a hot summer. No one was seen walking on the street as people decided to stay at home under the air conditioner or lazily fanning themselves.

Giotto, too, slumped on the couch under the air conditioner in his office. Some of his shirt's buttons was opened to let his skin meet the cold air. It was just too hot; it could've killed someone.

A boy with sandy hair sitting next to him looked up at his father with a frown. He knew that he was slacking off from his work and it was not good; Uncle G would get mad if he stayed like that.

"Dad?" He tugged the blonde's sleeve, trying to earn his attention.

And just like that, Giotto opened his eyes in daze and stared at his son, absentmindedly ruffling the boy's hair. "What is it, Fuuta?" His smooth, velvety voice rang in the air, as if the whole world had gone silent just to hear his voice.

Fuuta frowned cutely at his father and bit his lips, pulling off puppy eyes before asking, "Don't you have to do your paperwork? Uncle G will get mad again you know."

His father seemed to blanch at that and straightened himself on the couch using his hands. His messy hair was all over the place and stuck out at the oddest angle after his break down on the couch, but it strangely made him even sexier than usual. Not that the boy knew that.

"I'm just... taking a small break, dear" He smiled softly and kissed his forehead. "Besides, G won't be able to get mad if I break my hand signing paperwork, does he?"

The boy's frown lifted hearing that and giggled childishly. "I'll tell Uncle G that. He'll get you this time."

The blonde pouted, puffing his cheeks. "What? You prefer your uncle than your papa?"

Fuuta laughed seeing his father's expression and he cheekily patted the older man's head. "I'm already seven, Dad. I'm not calling you papa anymore."

Giotto smiled fondly at that. "Yeah. You're already so old." He sniffed and mocked a sad look. "I can still remember the day you were still practicing walking and can only say 'Papa' and 'Mama'–"

He stopped speaking as he mentioned the taboo.

The Vongola Company's boss' eyes hollowed immediately. His smile diminished because of his last word, turning his lips into a depressed looking thin line. He could feel his heart clenching in pain remembering him.

The small boy bit his lips at that. He can already guess what will happen after this. It had happened so often to the point that it was dangerous.

The father's eyes were shadowed, lips thinning even more as their happy memories resurfaced in his mind. He'd tried so hard to forget the brunet he loved, and still loves, with all his heart. The mother to their off spring and also his wife, Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He's not exactly a woman. But he is the 'woman' in their relationship. His captivating caramel eyes, his sweet and serene smile he loved so much, and his laughter; everything about that man is lovable. He only loves him, and only him.

He still remembered the day they started dating. Tsuna was just an innocent sixteen-year-old who worked in the convenience store and he was a nineteen-year-old who was already the boss of a well-known company. Their first meeting was just like those cliché encounters in an overly-romanticized movie. But even so, he still fell in love at first sight with brunet.

Since then, he had asked the boy out for lunch or any other thing and their relationship had gotten better and better and they had gone out. It had been smooth like that until one day, he decided to take their relationship into marriage. Tsuna was surprised but he was very happy. Everything just flew after that and since then, let's just say; Giotto had fun every day (both in the innocent and the sensual meaning). And one day, the brunet came back from work (he still insisted to work in the convenience store sometime) with a small baby in hand.

He was shocked and almost exploded at the thought that his 'wife' was knocked up by a random man (forgetting the fact that he was a guy and a guy can't get pregnant. Even the thought of the brunet hitting on a girl never crossed his mind. He was too innocent to do something like that). But Tsuna had calmed him down and said that he found the small baby abandoned in a trash bin near the convenience store. The way he explained it made the blonde cringe. Tsuna was scary when angered and he certainly was angry that such an innocent creature was left alone in a stinky trash bin.

Given that, they adopted the baby and took him in as their child. The three had been anything but sad. It was the happiest moments in their life.

But... he bit his lips, making blood trail down from his lips, showing just how hard he bit his lips. He ignored his son's cries not to bite his lips. But he just can't help it. He was just so desperate to have the brunet back in his arms. The memories didn't help in the slightest bit. It just made him even more anxious.

He forced a smile upon his face as he excused himself from his son. He'll be locking himself up again for a while.

He threw himself on the king sized bed when he arrived in his room and immediately buried his face in his pillow, crying his heart out silently.

He was hopelessly desperate to get the brunet back to him. But he knew. Tsuna wouldn't accept him easily. He just did something very, very bad. And he'd hurt Tsuna so bad that it hurt him too.

With that circling thought, he fell asleep while clutching the photo frame under the pillow tightly; the photo of him, Tsuna and Fuuta playing happily on the field of flower.

It was summer holiday, and the air was hot enough to melt hard candies in thirty seconds flat under the sunshine. The sun was shining way too bright for the day and some crickets were heard cricking from somewhere. No one was seen on the street as everyone stayed at home to keep themselves from getting killed by the heat.

Tsuna fanned himself as he stood by the cashier. Customers are rare when the heat is to this extent. But there are still people who come to buy ice cream, ice cubes or basically anything cold. Fortunately their freezer had not broken yet, so they got to produce some money.

His custom convenience store's shirt was now damp with sweat. His hair was also wet with sweat and it glued to his face uncomfortably. Even after soaking his hair and shirt, his sweats still trickle down stubbornly as if saying that 'that's not enough'.

The brunet zoned out, thinking about the most random things on Earth, when suddenly the door to the manager's office was opened. He turned to it, having nothing to do, and saw his best friend in high school step out of the air conditioned room with his usual grin. Though it seems a little bit strained than usual.

"Sorry, Tsuna. You have to work when it's like this." The tall man apologized, rubbing the back of his head as he smiled sheepishly at the brunet. "The other also wanted to take a break so I don't have any choice but to ask you."

Tsuna smiled at him and shook his head. "It's okay. I was about to go here and return to work as fast as I can. I need some money for food anyway."

Takeshi's eyes seemed to flash with pain and worry at that. "Tsuna... Why don't you just use the money Giotto gave you? For sure, it could at least feed you for ten months and even more..." He had tried to persuade the brunet to use the money Giotto had given to him through credit card. The blonde had sent money to him every month on the same day and hour, and the zeroes were already enough to make people drool. He was desperate enough to get his ex-wife to at least have a proper living even without him around. But Tsuna is still... Well, you know, angry and he had offered for him to take the credit card Giotto had given him, threatening that he will throw it if he doesn't accept. But fortunately, he somehow managed to get the brunet to keep it.

Even after they separated, Giotto still wanted to apologize and go back together, but Tsuna doesn't seem to like the idea after what he had done. Of course, he was also angry at the blonde. But at least he did apologize and give the brunet a living, even though the latter refused to use it. He could at least use that to eat, he was losing his weight again and it really hurt the manager to see that.

Tsuna was just too honest, saying that it was not his money. If only he would accept what was given to him, he would also give the brunet money and some food. But he would refuse for sure. He was just that type of person.

Tsuna's eyes were shadowed; his jaw seemed to clench remembering his ex-husband. Just the mention of his name was enough to make waves of memories swimming in his mind; memories that could make a thousand swords piercing through his heart. Yes, he loves him. He loved Giotto, and still is. But his patience will run out sooner or later.

His anger and sadness had piled up since the start of their marriage and Giotto had not even realized that. It had reached its boiling point just two months ago; and he finally asked for a divorce.

When he said that through the phone, Giotto had stormed away from an important party to their mansion by driving crazily on the street, crashing into everything on his way, and made his Maserati full of dents that it almost became an unrecognizable piece of metal by the time he arrived.

When he ran into his mansion, he saw that he's already packed his things and Giotto had taken all measures to stop him, like telling guards to stop him and so on. He was desperate enough to the point of making traps all around the mansion so he won't get out, but he still managed somehow. He just can't take it anymore. It was all too much.

The first thing he did when he was out of the mansion was submitting a divorce form to the court. He'd gotten Giotto's sign. That was proof that Giotto wasn't really paying attention at home, and to him.

And before Giotto even knew it, they were officially divorced as stated by the court. Fuuta had been left in Giotto's care because he has more money to support the boy than him. He was sad about that, but he was still happy he could be freed of the pressure. He knew that Giotto will surely take care of him.

Even though money had been problem since he left, it's okay. He had gone through that kind of lifestyle even before Giotto arrives on his doorstep and he has a dependable friend like Takeshi to support him.

He stayed silent hearing his friend's statement, trying to control his feeling. He doesn't want break down now, he's still working. He can cry all he wants at home later.

When he finally managed to get a grip of himself, he turned to the ex-baseball player and smiled. Though, the pain his eyes and smile showed didn't alleviate the manager's worry at all. "I can earn my living on my own, Takeshi. Sorry for worrying you."

Yamamoto sighed at his friend's stubbornness and stared at him helplessly. "You're torturing yourself you know."

His statement was met with silence and Yamamoto shook his head. Well, at least he is better now, he thought.

A month ago, the brunet had broken down after the divorce and even the smallest bit of implication about Giotto would make him cry for hours. Even though it was him that was asking for a divorce, he was in dilemma because his heart is still calling out for the blonde while his physic and mind are tired of the pressure.

"I'll be going back inside then," he called out.

Tsuna replied with a small hum, continuing to zone out about something unknown.

Yamamoto then went inside, closing the door to his back. 'Really, those two are masochists. It was obvious they want to go back together. Guess, the situation won't let them.' He sighed before he looked over the vegetable list on his desk.

Fuuta strolled down the corridor, making his way toward his uncle's office which he had become acquainted with. When he reached the destined door, he knocked politely. The voice of his uncle was heard from the other side, saying for him to come in. He stood on his tiptoes, reaching up to the knob, and opened the door with all his might, huffing in relief when it finally opened.

There was G, sitting on his office chair and seemed to have a problem with a certain paper. He looked like he was ready to murder the piece of paper. But remembering he has visitor, his red eyes left the poor paper and looked up to his guest. He was surprised to see his boss' son standing there with his infamous puppy eyes.

He dropped the (damned) paper and gestured for the boy to come closer. Fuuta complied and walked over quietly.

The moment he was close enough, the boy jumped on him, hugging his belly almost desperately. The little boy then raised his face to look at his expression, peering up at the man while saying, "Uncle G, Dad is locking himself up again."

Hearing that, G sighed, running his hand through his hair in exasperation and patted the boy's head absentmindedly to tell him that it's okay. "Is that so?" The boy nodded, "then I'll try to drag him out of it."

The boy stayed silent, retracting his hands, and waited for the man to do something. The redhead's eyes narrowed slightly at the gesture.

The two idiots are too engrossed in their own petty affairs that they didn't notice the change in their son. He was also suffering from the divorce. Why couldn't they notice it? The Fuuta that was so active and cheerful suddenly grew quiet and prefer to stay at home than to go on his so-called adventure. Their family was broken, and it hurt him to see all of them suffering from it.

While it was true that it all started because of Giotto's fault, he didn't think that it would come to this. It all started since they became an officially married couple.

The high class society Giotto was in couldn't accept Tsuna as his wife and kept on telling Giotto that he should take a woman for an offspring, but his boss merely refused and said that he loved his 'wife'. Just like that, every time Giotto brought Tsuna to one of his parties, without the former knowing, insults were thrown at the brunet. At first, Tsuna didn't seem to mind with all of it and just kept on smiling when Giotto was nearby. If only it was left to that, then everything wouldn't come to this.

As neither Giotto or Tsuna had broken their relationship just yet, everything just got worse. Giotto who was kept told by the other socialites about their weird relationship had grown the reflex in defense to keep his position and started denying that he was into guy. Once in an interview, he even clearly said that it was all just an act of pity so he took the brunet under his wing. He knew deep down that it will hurt Tsuna. But he had to keep his face and position if he wanted his company to stay the way it was, or getting better than it was. There was just no other way around it.

It went on and before his boss realized it, he had gotten used to that and started to pay less attention to his 'wife' at home. Tsuna had endured everything for so long, he and Giotto's other friends wondered when will he snaps. And that happened just two months ago. Tsuna was too frustrated about everything that he didn't even think about the divorce thoroughly as long as he was free of the pressure. While Giotto on the other hand started to realize his mistakes and became desperate to apologize and get his 'wife' back. But nothing worked these past months, and now he's locking himself up in agony.

He pulled a deep sigh at that and started making his way toward the door. Light footsteps followed behind him and there was a sudden pull on his sleeve. He glanced at the quiet child by his side and asked, "What is it, Kid?"

Fuuta was silent for a while. Then he looked up again, and used his puppy eyes, "Can you help me with something after this, Uncle G?"

G had a foreboding feeling about this. But those eyes... there's just no way he could resist.

"...Yeah...?" He slapped himself inwardly with the uncertainty showing clearly in his voice. That was certainly not like him. When he looked down to inspect the boy's reaction, he saw the boy was practically glowing.

"Thank you, Uncle G!" He giggled, holding his hand with both of his own.

What have I gotten myself into? G thought as he made his way to his boss' room with the boy clutching his hand with enthusiasm.

"Thanks for your hard work for today!" Yamamoto exclaimed, throwing his hands to the air childishly as if to celeberate it. He grinned widely as he did so.

Tsuna couldn't help but smile seeing his best friend's act. "What? It's not something to celeberate about." He said with a small laughter in his voice. That made the raven-haired man to widen his grin from ear to ear.

"Now, now, we should celeberate! It was not an easy feat to work under that kind of heat!" Takeshi declared merrily, patting his head like a kid.

Tsuna chuckled at his friend's antic; he certainly is like an over-grown kid. "It's not like I worked right under the sun." He mumbled, but it was loud enough for the other to hear.

"Anyway how about I treat you for some sushi? What do you say?" He circled his arm around the brunet's neck, exactly like how he did back in high school. His best friend's smile was so contagious since he, too, soon found his mood lifted. Really, without Takeshi, he wouldn't know what to do.

"Ah, sorry. I can't. I've got to go to my next job." He apologized, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head just like Takeshi did that afternoon. Seems like even his habit was contagious.

Yamamoto seemed to pout slightly at that and pried his hand off his shoulder. "Fine. But you should really take care of yourself." Before Tsuna could nod, he continued sharply, "Don't say yes when it's just a lie. Have you eaten dinner yet? It's already past eight pm."

Tsuna closed his mouth before he could protest, knowing Yamamoto would shoot it back. The raven-haired man had grown the habit to worry over him like his mother would in the past. It's kind of funny to see, but it certainly was not fun to be the one on the other end of it. Hesitantly, he answered, "... no?" It sounds more like a question than a statement and Yamamoto face-palmed comically.

Without saying another word, he went inside his store, taking some wrapped onigiris and gave it to the brunet. Knowing what was to come after his action, the man raised his hand to silence the other's protest. "Take these." He lowered his hand and stared into the brunet's uncertain eyes that were looking left and right for an escape route. This just happened way too often for Takeshi to memorize his best friend's body language. But he's not going to let the brunet escape now. He extended the onigiris in his other hand for the brunet to take. "Don't think of this as tips from the manager, think of it as a treat from your best buddy." His grin was back in place as he say that.

Tsuna frowned and looked hesitant to take the food even though his stomach needed it so badly, but with a little prodding from Yamamoto, Tsuna took it.

"I'll be going then." He looked past his shoulder and waved at the raven-haired man in gratitude.

Yamamoto cheerfully waved back almost like an eager child. "Yeah, take care of yourslef! And eat those onigiri!"

Tsuna nodded and as proof, he opened one of it, turning around so the man could see him, and bit the rice. With that, he went away hurriedly.

Yamamoto huffed at the brunet persistent nature, putting his hand on his waist while the other ran through his raven lock. Seriously, one of these days he will tie him up and force him to eat complete meals five times a day to make him gain his weight again. He was just too careless about himself.

He then turned around, intending to go back inside the convenience store when a familiar voice called out to him from the distance. He looked to the opposite way the brunet went to and saw Fuuta running to him happily. "Uncle Takeshi!"

On reflex, he stretched out his hands and caught the boy as he threw himself to him. Fuuta was laughing and he seemed happy; Yamamoto's eyes softened to that. That means Giotto was taking good care of him. That's good, because if he didn't, then he will make sure the next few days Giotto will be too traumatized with baseball to see the sun.

"Yo, Fuuta! How's it going?" He greeted happily, lightly bouncing the small boy in his arms just like he always did. Fuuta giggled at that and hugged the man's neck. "I'm fine, Uncle Takeshi!" He chirped.

Yamamoto grinned at that and patted his head, "That's good. By the way, who's accompanying you?" His eyes went from the boy to the redhead standing idly a foot away from them, waiting for the man or the boy in his arm to introduce him.

Noticing his cue, G stepped closer to them and offered a hand, "I'm G. Giotto's best friend and right hand man." He introduced as his expression remains unreadable.

Yamamoto's eyes sharpened for a while, but it turned back to its usual cheery demeanor the next moment. He changed his hand that was holding Fuuta so he could shake the redhead's hand. "I'm Yamamoto Takeshi, Tsuna's best friend." He introduced himself and G nodded in acknowledgement.

Fuuta turned to look from him and to the redhead and looked dazed for a while. Then he oh-ed, a light bulb lighting up on his head. He tugged Yamamoto's and G's shirt and the two turned their attention to him, waiting for the boy to elaborate.

"Uncle Takeshi, can you help us with our project?" His eyes were sparkling like an excited little animal. Mildly, he noticed G flinching about something and that gave him a bad feeling. But looking back to the sparkling little animal, the raven-haired man couldn't find it in himself to refuse.

He grinned and ruffled his hair with his free hand. "Sure, what it is?"

Fuuta replied the grin with his own and cupped his uncle's ear with his hands, whispering something.

Yamamoto's eyes widened slightly then he stared at the boy. After the information sunk completely, he grinned widely. "That's a good idea!" he exclaimed, raising his free hand into the air just like he always did when he's excited.

Fuuta also grinned a Yamamoto Takeshi-ish grin. "It is!"

G face-palmed as the two kids chatted animatedly about their project, letting the only adult to groan miserably.

I know this is kind of alike with Elle Werner, that's why I have asked her and have gotten her permission.

To my on-going story readers, think of this as compensation for not updating for a while. This should just take about two or three-shots, hopefully.

Review please