Giotto stared back at G, shock plastering on his porcelain face. He unconsciously gripped his brother's hand tighter, the thought of leaving a brusing mark or hurting his brother never flashed to his mind. Despite his love for his brtoher and his desire on never wanting to hurt him, this situation was too much too handle for him to stay collected. At the moment, all he felt was shock and disbelief bubbling up in his body. 'Tsuna has amnesia' was the only thought running through his mind right now. The thought, no, now very much reality that came true, of his brother forgetting him sent him into a spiral of madness.

A crazy thing if you asked a normal person. But Giotto was never normal. He was never one of those people who loved and treasured themselves far more than other people. Yes, it was alright to think of yourself before others once in a while, but you thinking only about you and no one else was plain selfishness that Giotto could never tolerate.

After a few moments of deafening silence, he finally got his gear together. His breathing became louder, stumbling on his feet when he stood up. He tried to get hold of something to prevent him from falling. His vision was blurry, surroundings mingling together as he fell forward, eye's dull but full of anger and resentment.

Anger for what? Resentment for waht exactly? A simple answer really. Angry at himself for letting his brother suffer. Resentment for letting someone else hurt his brother; something that he can never tolerate. If getting possessive of your brother even when someone just looks at him, his actions are completely understandable.

G quickly rushed to Giotto's side grabbing Giotto's arm to halt his movements and catching the man in record time. He silently let out a sigh of relief, however stopping as the temperature in the room dropped. His muscles tensed, feeling the aura of his best friend change drastically into something he was not familiar with; one that spoke volumes of malice and incredulity.

His eyes carefully trailed down to the trembling man in his hands. 'G-Giotto?' He thought. G swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, gingerly helping the still-unresponsive Giotto back to his feet. He still kept a trained eye on his boss' form, wary of Giotto's attitude. He never saw his boss like this before. Never in his life has he seen Giotto unleash an aura full of malice and hatred. G knew that the man could forgive anyone, people who dare hurt Giotto's loved ones were an exception, but even so, Giotto never lost his calm and he stayed open-minded, taking in the situation with graceful stride.

Ever since he was young, he knew Giotto from the back of his hand. They were like two sides of a coin, knowing everything about each other and being the complete opposites, yet they are still aware of their other side's worries and troubles. But...G looked back to the figure on the bed, chest rising and falling at a steady rate, an oxygen mask secured on his pale white face. His thin and malnourished figure laid unmoving on the bed, looking like he could break anytime because of his fragility. His eyes casted downwards. 'I was never Giotto's half' he thought, eyes trailing to look at the soft, yet deathly pale face of the figure. 'It had always been this boy'

Don't get him wrong, he was in no way jealous of the boy in the first place. He could admit that. However, G always believed that he was the one Giotto held as 'his first friend' and so technically, despite him being a prodigy and a genius, he was naive and childish to think that he was the one Giotto cherished the most. Yes, that was thought ever since he became the blonde's friend. He could see that Giotto treated all of them and cherished all of them equally, but G always wanted to be the one who was most cherished by Giotto. Call him selfish if you want. However, If living all your life as unwanted and scorned, traumatize by the feeling of empitness and hollowness in where you will never have a place in the world, G thought his actions and thoughts were justified.

However, looking at the boy in front of him, G's train of thoughts and ideals was immediately shattered. He, for the first time, felt like he had no right to be in this boy's presence. He went through so much, but based on everything Giotto's parents said about his brother, his pain and hardships could not even fill up an ounce of what Giotto's brother experienced. G sighed, silently releasing his friend's arm that began to tremble.

Flashback

"G-kun..." Whispered a soft voice behind G, one full of hesitation. G's ears perked up, twisting around to see a woman with shoulder-lenght brown hair and large and soft brown eyes. She was wearing a simple light pink, woolen sweater with the collar covering her neck and a knee-lenght skirt. Around her shoulder, a tan and muscular arm encircled her, pulling her close to the lean chest of the second figure. The man had dirty blonde, shaggy hair and pale blue eyes, almost gray. He wore a simple black Armani suit, a blue dress shirt and dark royal blue. Both man and woman had an expression of hesitation.

"Nana-san, Iemitsu-san, Is everything alright?" He asked worriedly. The couple looked really troubled, like they were about to tell an important secret that they had been keeping for a long time. G mentally sighed. Well, they actually did. His mind trailed back to the events that happened a couple of hours ago.

Flashback within a Flashback

It was just a normal day in the Vongola mansion. Well, as normal as it could get. However, everything changed with a single phone call from Japan.

The day started out like any other day. G grabs his gun, wakes up...Then wonders how he grabbed his gun before waking up...Ehem, back to the point. He gets ready, taking a shower and getting in his normal dress shirt and black slacks. He then goes to the dining hall, and as usual, he finds everyone arguing again. And of course G, being the violent and over-enthusiastic man he is, joined in the fight, not caring whether it caused his boss a headache or not, because he admits that once in a while, it was fun to see the man so exasperated and annoyed.

Yes, everything started out normal, until Giotto's personal phone rang. All their bickering and sparring screamed to a halt. The aura in the dining room changed as tension swimmed in the air. Everyone knew that the only people who ever had Giotto's personal number was them, Reborn and his parents. No one else in Vongola, not even the Ninth had Giotto's personal number. It was either Reborn or Nana and Iemitsu calling, or Giotto had another relative that may have gotten a hold of his number.

But the last part seemed perfectly illogical since they all knew Giotto was the only child. Even Nana and Iemitsu said so. And every single one of them in the room visited Giotto's house in Japan at least once. They couldn't continuously visit since they were in the mafia. They didn't want to risk the lives of innocent people living there, and they most certainly did not want to risk Nana's life.

Despite the woman knowing about her son and her husband's occupation, she chose to stay in Japan. The woman kindly rejected their offer in living with them in Italy, saying that she could never tear herself away from her 'homeland' They tried to convince her to move with them, but oddly enough, Giotto was the one who stopped them. It was weird to say the least, since they all knew that Giotto would never let his mother stay at home by herself. Giotto just shrugged it off and said that he wanted to respect his mother's wishes. They were dubious and skeptical of his answer, but Giotto was their boss and he knew what he was doing.

But back to the point, Giotto could never have another relative, unless it was a cousin or uncle, but according to the blonde, he was never close with any of his family's relatives. So, the idea of a relative getting a hold of Giotto's personal number was immediately thrown out of the window.

They watched Giotto gingerly reached for his pocket, catching the sight of the man's Adam's appled rising. This definetely implied that the man was nervous. And Giotto was never nervous. Giotto clutched the phone in his hands, sliding left and unlocking the screen as he held the phone to his ears. Giotto shakily said "Hello?"

None of the Vongola guardians could hear what the conversation was about. All they knew was that it was horrible enough to make Giotto almost lose his cool and rampage around the Vongola mansion. The said blonde dropped his phone unceremoniously in the ground before his eyes narrowed into fiery amber slits with anger and the lust to kill swimming in his pupil. The man uttered four words that made them all shiver, including Daemon and Alaude. His words pierced their chest hard, despite knowing that the threat was never directed to them.

"I'll fucking destroy them"

Flashback within a Flashback end...

So, yeah. Apparently, Giotto has been keeping a secret from him and the others for almost eight years of their lives and all he knew was that the man's brother got hospitalized. He sighed, redirecting his attention back to the couple.

Nana bit her lip nervously, gulping. She felt Iemitsu squeeze her shoulders lightly. Nana looked up, seeing the comforting smile of her husband made her tense muscles relax. She looked down on the floor, then back and G. This continued on for a couple of minutes until she finally found the courage to speak. She took a deep breath, facing G and looking straight in his eyes.

"Please, don't tell Giotto this" her voice slightly shaking. G raised a brow. "What do you mean, Nana-san?" Her replied, confused. Iemitsu stepped up. "Whatever we tell you now, shall not pass your lips again. You will tell no one, not even Giotto." Said Iemitsu, face stern indicating the seriousness of the man. His tone was firm, absolutely implying that if anything came out of his lip's, G would pay the consequences. G's eyebrow's creased, looking at the man warily.

He could definitely keep a secret if he was told to, and believe him, the amount of secrets he's kept from everyone was uncountable. But even so, Giotto was his boss and he could never keep a secret from him. He always told Giotto everything and anything, even if he knew it would hurt the man later on, he always told him because he could never, ever keep something important from his first friend. "And why is that?" He asked, voice filled with mixed curiosity as well as distrust.

Iemitsu's face hardened. "Less you want to see Giotto create an entire massacre"

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G almost choked on his saliva, coughing and wheezing while he pounded his fist onto his chest multiple times. 'Giotto causing a massacre? That's impossible' he thought. It was literally impossible for Giotto to cause that. He knew how much his boss hated killing and when people are hurt. Giotto always gets emotional when a single, unimportant person is hurt. It was just in the man's nature. However, with Giotto being the Vongola Decimo, killing is a must. It's a 'kill or be killed' world they have and even Giotto kills, but he tries to lower the killing rate as much as possible. It was the mafia, and if you don't kill, you and your loved ones would be killed instead. 'That's way too impossible' Without knowing it, he blurted his thoughts out loud, only realizing it when Iemitsu spoke again. "It is possible when it comes to his brother, G"

G looked up. "Why? You're his father. You should know your son. Giotto hates killing and I think you know that very well." He retorted, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall. Iemitsu sighed before turning back to Nana.

His firm expression softened, patting Nana's head as he said "Why don't you get us lunch, Nana? I'll tell G here everything, okay? " Nana looked skeptical on leaving. She was looking back at G then to Iemitsu before finally making her decision and nodding.

Once Nana was gone, Iemitsu's firm expression returned. He gestured for G to sit down on one of the many seats provided. G obliged, sitting down on Iemitsu's right and grunting as he did so. Iemitsu cleared his throat, eyes down casted. He clutched his fists tighter while clenching his teeth. "G...I know my son very well, more than you. And trust me when I say, Giotto will cause a massacre"

G's face hardened, not believing a word Iemitsu said. However, he knew that the man had his reasons and he wanted to at least hear the man out. "Explain"

Iemitsu took a deep breath before letting out all the secrets that had been kept for eight years. "Ever since Giotto was young, he had always been the possessive and protective type. Nana and I had always known that, but it wasn't until our second son was born..." Iemitsu waved his hand in dismissal, seeing G about to ask something. "Questions later. I don't have enough time to chat...Okay, back to the story...Giotto was definitely possessive over Tsuna. I can understand why though. As a kid, Tsuna was the most obedient and forgiving child that you could ever meet. Hurt him all you want, but the child would still accept and forgive you. Hell, Nana even said the boy was still the same after all this years. The boy always had a smile on his face that could light up your day"

"However, that all changed ever since Giotto left for Italy." G raised a brow. "Why is that?" Iemitsu sighed, placing a hand on his forehead and slicked back his short bangs. "I told you that Giotto was the possessive type, right?" Seeing G nodded, he continued. "Because of that, Giotto didn't allow Tsuna to go to school. He never wanted his brother to go to the hell-hole in which he suffered in. Giotto didn't know that Tsuna was being bullied though. However, Giotto had really good Intuition, not having his fully awakened Hyper Intuition, but still was better than a normal human. And so, even without his Hyper Intuition, Giotto knew that something was wrong. Tsuna begged me to persuade Giotto to think that he was just clumsy. That seemed impossible with his Hyper Intuition but I needed to try at the very least. Giotto never believed me but he didn't ask more questions."

"Tsuna had been abused and bullied since kindergarten. We never got the reason why he was bullied. We knew that Tsuna was the kindest and most lovable. person you could ever meet. Until that day he was kidnapped..." He trailed off with a shaky breath. G watched in fascination and horror. Fascinated in the story, but horrified at what the boy experienced when he was a child. 'Humans could be the most filthiest scumbags in the world. Especially kids' he thought.

Iemitsu took another breath, speaking again. "It was another normal day at school. We tried to persuade Tsuna to change school but the boy didn't want to. The boy said he wanted to give everyone a chance. Tsuna always forgave everyone and thought that maybe in due time, they would stop and actually take the time to know him. It never happened" he paused for a dramatic effect.

"That day, he was kidnapped. G, he was kidnapped and tortured to the brink of insanity. It was an enemy famiglia again. They kidnapped Tsuna and worse of all, they experimented on him" he gritted out, G's eyes widening in horror, his heart pumping loudly in his ribcaged. 'Shit, this is too much' And he wasn't over-exaggerating. The boy experienced too much, more than him.

"And I don't even know how they knew of Tsuna's existence. I was so sure everything about Tsuna's birth and his existence was burned to nothingness"

G thought that his past was the worse out of everyone he had ever met. Hell, even Alaude and Daemon agreed on that. And he knew that the melon-illusionist was a cocky and arrogant bastard that would never admit anything right that was not related to him. But it seemed that G's past was the only one that could get him to admit that he agrees, despite all of their pasts being almost equally the same.

But here, he's hearing about a frail boy getting experimented, abused, tortured to the brink of insanity, and neglected and scorned by all. Shit, half of what he experience could never reach what the boy had.

Iemitsu dug his nails in his palm, not caring whether thay started to ooze. "They abused him, tortured him and then kept him as an experimental subject for a week. That may not seem like a lot, but the countless amount of times they injected a needle into him, the numerous amount of times Tsuna had to stay in the lab and never leaving amounted to a whole three months time of a normal person being experimented on. In that whole one week, they didn't let Tsuna out at least once. My son had to stay strapped on that steel bed for one week, screaming and crying. The worse part was, it was the day Giotto left for Italy."

"Tsuna hates one thing, and that's being left alone. It was hard for Giotto, but my son finally decided to leave for Tsuna's safety. If we told Giotto what happened when he left, he would have regretted it and killed every single person that touched his brother."

"What happened to the enemy famiglia?" Asked G, breath shaky and face pale.

Iemitsu's eyes hardened. "Eliminated"

"We eliminated them, but the damage was done. Tsuna wouldn't speak. My son wouldn't smile. It was a surprise though that he stayed sane despite what he experienced. We didn't pry on asking what happened to Tsuna because we know that the boy was traumatize. But I'm still thanking the Gods out there my son stayed sane. God, he was so strong. When I asked him if he wanted to get revenge, his eyes flashed amber and shook his head in determination. That was the only time he spoke. Do you know what he said, G?" Asked Iemitsu, a small smile on his face. "No" replied G.

Iemitsu's small smile became wider, pride oozing out of his figure. "He said 'Rather than a person who hurts other, become the person getting hurt' He said it with so much conviction that he'd rather die than let people suffer. However, another thing that made me proud of my boy was his determination to protect his family. 'If it's to protect my family however, be it Japan or the world, I'll make them my enemy'"

G's eyes widened in awe. The kid was tough. No, he was brave. The kid had been tortured to death but still would rather get hurt even more than others experiencing what he did. God, the kid's kindness could rival a Saint. Scratch that, a Saint nor an Angel could never compare to the kid. To some people, it may seem as a weakness, however, to him it wasn't. The boy's kindness and patience was never-ending. But according to Iemitsu, anyone who hurts someone important to him, would definitely experience hell.

His eyes looked down on the ground. 'Rather than a person who hurts others, become the person getting hurt, huh?'

Flashback end

"Giotto...I'm sorry" he repeated again, eyes full of sympathy for his friend. G never actually met Giotto's brother. Hell, he only found out the blonde had a brother this morning. He admits, he was hurt when Giotto kept a secret from him for almost all his life and he could probably never understand why Giotto hid his brother, but even so, G didn't particularly like it when a secret is kept from him, especially when it's his most treasured friend. But he can respect Giotto's actions. And besides, this wasn't the time to be whining in his head.

"Shut up..." G's ears strained to pick up the almost inaudible whisper that escaped Giotto's mouth. His eyes narrowed and his face twisted un displeasure at hearing an uncharacteristic growl from his friend. Everything seemed pretty messed up now. Giotto was completely different and G didn't know what to do.

Meanwhile, Giotto stare at the hospital floor in shock. 'It can't be true. No, It ISN'T true. Tsuna can't forget me. He can't. Not my brother, not him' he thought, gritting his teeth and clenching his hands tightly into a ball of fist. His bangs tilted forward, shadowing his eyes as well as his face. He was shaking.

Giotto can't believe it. Actually, it was more of he doesn't want to believe. He's been trying so hard for at least eight years to keep his brother safe, taking the risk that his brother may somehow forget him. But this isn't how he planned it. He never planned for his brother to lose his memory because of an accident. If it was by a natural cause, such as not seeing each other for at least ten years, he could handle it. I mean, there was a big chance that Tsuna could start remembering him again.

But if it meant that his brother lost all his memories...Giotto's eyes widened. 'It means that I would have to spend years to build up the trust and connection between me Tsuna' he thought. And Giotto will not accept that. Lost memories means lost trust, you are wary of the people around you, not knowing whether they are enemy or friend, you start to distrust everyone because you don't know if they are telling the truth or not. And He'll be damned if Tsuna has amnesia.

"That's not true..." He gritted out of his teeth, feeling anger welling up inside of him and rushing past his veins. He felt angry, agony, and most of all, guilt. The years he spend trying to protect his brother were for naught. Tsuna ended up getting hurt because of him, and now his brother had to suffer more. 'Unforgivable'

G's eyes softened a tad bit, knowing his boss was in denial. G could understand Giotto. If he was in the same situation as the blonde, G didn't know if he could stay calm and composed. He mentally applauded Giotto for the patience he had until now. "Giotto...Please. He has amnesia, and that's a fact" he whispered gently.

Giotto's head lowered even more, fist clenching and unclenching. "G, don't lie" he replied just as softly. G sighed. Giotto had always been stubborn, but he was never this stubborn. He approached his shaking friend, clasping his hands on the smaller man's shoulders. "Giotto, I'm not lying. Tsuna has amnesia. Accept it, Giotto. The earlier you do, the bet-"

"Don't fuck with me!" Snapped Giotto, glaring heatedly at a shell-shocked G. "You don't fucking no shit about Tsuna! You're lying! He doesn't have amnesia!" He screamed, rage and disbelief roaring through his tone.

"All my life I've been trying to keep him safe. All my life, I've been worrying over him. So don't you dare say he has amnesia!"

"Shut up, Giotto!"Screamed G back. It was a surprise since G never snapped at Giotto or disrespected him.

"Tsuna has amnesia and the sooner you accept it, the better!" G screamed back.

"Are you saying that I move on and forget everything I ever did with Tsuna!?" Tears now cascaded down Giotto's cheeks like a never-ending waterfall, but G didn't stop.

"Moving on isn't about forgetting the things that you experienced! It's about having the courage to accept everything and continue living! Giotto, you're not forgetting about your times with Tsuna!"

"How the fuck am I suppose to do that!? Tsuna's memories of me are the only thing that connects him with me! How am I suppose to get everything back now that it's lost!"

"Then live on!" Exclaimed G, clasping his hands on Giotto's shoulders. He stared at the sapphire eyes glistening in tears. "Live on and make new memories! Live on and change! I know that change isn't easy, you fight to hold on to your precious ones, you fight to let go of everything that hurts, but Change! Damn it Giotto! All this time that your wasting bickering with me, your wasting more time from spending time with your brother!"

"But it's too fucking hard! You don't fucking know how I feel right now!"

Thud

Everyone stopped their bickering, looking shocked at the pillow thrown at Giotto's head with the force of a train.

"Would you calm the fuck down!? I'm sleeping and you're disturbing my sleep! Have some fucking consideration!"

"Don't fuck with me!" Heard Tsuna. Unconsciously, his eyebrows creased at the loud booming noise resonating in his ear. Tsuna's eyebrow twitched, barely noticeable 'Stop shouting, I wan't to sleep' he thought, letting out an inaudible groan. "You don't fucking no shit about-" Tsuna just tuned the noises it in favor of getting mentally pissed. "You're lying!" He heard again. This time, his whole face twisted into an expression of discomfort. 'Damn it, I want to rest!'

Everyone, including Reborn dreads one single thing, whether it was in the morning, afternoon or evening, everyone dreads the same thing. Never, and I mean, Never, wake Tsuna up when he's sleeping. Why? Simple.

It all started when Reborn came to train Tsuna to be a mafia boss. Usually, Tsuna wakes up really late, and if he was woken up early, he'd have cranky mood swings, that were seen in girls on their periods. They weren't really that bad. Tsuna's mood swings usually consisted of glaring at any passer bys, acting out of character like talking back to a teacher and because of that, not even anyone in class could annoy him until he gets his full eight hours of sleep, blackmailing and threatening people to the degree which even Hibari Kyoya fears and others. However, everyone was just glad that the usually nice brunet hadn't resorted to anything but acting out of character and sometimes blackmailing others.

But ever since Reborn came, Tsuna had to always wake up early for 'training' At first, everything was the same, just a little difference of Tsuna being able to control his mood swings more. Yet Reborn, the ever loving tutor, had to wake him up in ways that always wanted to make Tsuna maim the baby. It was at his fifteenth birthday that Tsuna snapped and everyone in the Vongola knew never to wake the boy up when he's sleeping.

It started out as a normal day. Reborn came to wake Tsuna up, even though the poor lad only slept two hours ago because they were training to unlock a 'hidden' flame that the Vongola technicians spotted when they were trying out a new invention, a story for another time. But it seemed to be the wrong time, because when Reborn was about to swing his Leon hammer, the room temperature dropped and Tsuna's eyes flashed a bright amber. A wide grin crept onto his face showing his teeth that looked sharper than usual. It made Reborn shiver. And ever since that day, the Vongola learned to never wake the poor brunet when sleeping. I mean, if Tsuna's mood swings could get the Reborn to run out of the room, slam the doors open to the living room and curl up in a ball at the corner muttering "Devil Bunny...Devill Bunny" over and over again, they'd rather face Reborn wrath than what Tsuna's was.

And so, Lesson number one that everyone in Vongola knew; Never wake the bunny less you get scarred for life.

And so, Tsuna right now was barely keeping himself under control because all the shouting in the background. It was worse since Byakuran came and delivered him bad news, let alone not getting eight hours of sleep. Veins popped in his forehead, his patience thinning as he clutched the pillow beside him. He vaguely felt two heads look in his direction but right now, he didn't care. "You don't fucking know how I feel right now!" He heard again. His patience snapped. 'Fuck this, I'm getting my sleep whether they like it or not' he thought, gripping the pillow tightly and clenching his teeth. He ignored the voice in his head that oddly sounded like Byakuran saying 'No!' And threw the pillow with enough force as Reborn's ten ton hammer to the direction of the noise.

Thud

All the actions in the room stopped, eyes turning to Tsuna but he didn't give a flying fuck. He glared at them. "Would you calm the fuck down!? I'm sleeping and you're disturbing my sleep! Have some fucking consideration!" He screamed, voice hoarse but still soft. However, his tone was different. He didn't register the surprised looks around the room because when he's cranky, his mind doesn't work right. He stared at the blonde in front of him looking at him in shock. 'So he's the one that fucking disturbed my sleep' he thought, growling. He glared at the blonde, eyes flashing amber. "Get the fuck out of here and let me sleep."

Nobody dared to move. Another vein twitched in Tsuna's forehead. Suddenly, his glare faded but something more terrifying happened. His mouth curved up in a sadistic smile, eye's closing as it took on a crescent shape. He unleashed an aura that made the people outside the hospital room and even outside the hospital shiver. Tsuna smiled, tilting his head as rainbows and flowers with sparkles appeared around him, making him look even terrifying. "Please get out, neh~? Or would you like to stay?" He purred dangerously.

All of them didn't need to be told twice as they bolted out of the room, slamming the doors shut. Tsuna sat their on the bed, his bad mood diminishing and a gentle smile replacing his sadistic one. He plopped down on his bed, burying his face in the pillow as he let out a content smile. 'Finally, peace and quiet'

Only will he regret ever losing his temper later on.

END

Yes people! I chose to procrastinate on my school work! Fuck the whole thing! I got through the next round in Sci-Fest and me no effing happy! You think I's be estatic, huh!? No! Now I have to do another one! The effort!

Well, what do you think of this chappie? A bit angsty, I know. But the next chapter will not be angsty! Please tell me your thoughts, good or bad and if you guys have any suggestions and things you want to point out that I could change, please tell me! Every author needs correction to become better!

Wel, see you next time! Ciao~!