AN: Hi... It was an inspiration-struck story. xD Don't worry, I haven't abandoned Broken Soul... the next chapter will be up when my computer gets back from repairs. ;)

Pairing: DaemonxAlaude

Warnings: OoC, Alot of decriptions

Disclaimer: KHR (c) Amano Akira

Chapter 1: His Reminiscence

The night was silently falling in the horizon of Italy. The setting sun bathed the beautiful land with warm light, and illuminated the pale green-blond hair and slim frame of a certain someone that stood like a still statue at the balcony of his home.

Alaude sighed. It had been almost a year since that event but whenever he thought of it, that painful and broken betrayal would still send a pang in his heart. Granted, Giotto may have been too soft in character to lead, but he had brought it too far, so much that the tightly-knit guardians had been forced to disband. They had thus slowly lost contact; it had been six months since Alaude had last heard of the other guardians.

A tear slowly dripped down the normally expressionless man's cheek as he remembered the aftermath of the entire fiasco. Giotto had been forced to retire to Japan and a new Vongola family had succeeded them. For some reason, he had also been a part of the new guardians, and the revelation had burned.

Didn't he feel any remorse for what he had done?

He, with that annoying yet intriguing hairstyle, shaped like a tropical pineapple. He, with that short signature laughs which usually sent G. on a near rampage. He, with that irritating, but oh-so-irresistible smile…

Alaude shook his head to clear it. It was no use; the mafia was a very secret organization and once Vongola had been set in it… they could never be traced. Alaude would never see him again, so there was no point in thinking about it…

Unfortunately, the pain was still there. No matter how much he tried to ignore it. No matter how much he tried to hut away that chapter of his life.

Alaude could not forget the Vongola, the guardians, the hurt…

And worse of all, he could not forget Daemon Spade.