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Tsuna walked down the hallways of the university, his mind blank yet wandering and confused. What was he doing here at six in the morning? That, he didn't know exactly, but he had an inkling feeling it was because of his older brother. Who else? He thought sarcastically. It was just that as soon as he woke up, he took a bath, and sped away, using his barely used car towards his school.

Like the brunet had said the night before, he didn't want to see his sibling. He can't even bring himself to utter his name. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, one that made him want to hurl and puke. Truly, he was lost; more so than he was terrified of what he witnessed last night. A cold splash of water under the burning sun. No, it was more of a thousand needles pricking you all at once.

When he woke up this morning, he felt cold. Tsuna hugged himself and rocked his body back and forth, trying to take comfort in the friction of skin rubbing skin. He didn't know how long he pondered, and stayed on his bed, just staring at nothing, but one thought prevailed. I can't face him. And now here he was in his deserted school. Class starts at seven, meaning he had about an hour to linger, and wander the premises.

Enough time to make things seem right when in fact it was the exact opposite. Enough time to fool his friends that he was doing fine, when in fact he just wanted to curl up in bed all day. He stopped in front of his classroom, and was about to open the door, when a voice resonated through the silent hallway.

"Excuse me?" It was surprising that he didn't gasp in surprise at the sudden intrusion. In fact, he felt indifferent, completely blank—empty. He turned around, and saw one of the janitors staring at him. Tsuna kept silent waiting for the other to speak and he did.

"There's no class today. It's Saturday, young man." His brain must've been dead this morning. Was he stupid? Of course, today was Saturday. A day he had always be looking forward to, since he could sleep in, and laze about the whole day but what was he doing here wide awake? The brunet sighed, and turned around, before walking towards the opposite direction towards the exit, ignoring the calls from behind—too preoccupied with wondering where to go next.

He needed to find a place where he could stay the whole day without anyone bothering him, because home was the last option for him. The library wasn't an option too, since he knew Giotto would be able to find him easily, and he can't have that. Just thinking of them meeting made his stomach turn in the most unpleasant ways. Tsuna hasn't even eaten. He just felt too sick to actually intake anything, even water wasn't an option.

As much as possible, he didn't want to think of Giotto—to forget him even for just a day. He needed to clear things in his head first, because right now everything was just bombarding him, and his only option is to concentrate on building a wall around his thoughts. He needed emptiness, and most importantly peace because if he didn't, even breathing became hard.

The petite teen wanted to cry, which he did last night, until he fell asleep but crying out here in public would just be embarrassing, especially since he was a guy. For him, crying was a sign of weakness; it can be likened to baring your heart and soul. He was once a cry baby, and even now, he cried occasionally but he never showed anyone aside from his family, boyfriend, and best friend.

Tsuna considered tears important—sacred even. He knew that each droplet conveyed that person's emotion, and once he sees someone crying, he can't help but reach out. That's why he hated those whiny brats who cried to get their way. Crying was something gentle and kind, and the only person he knew who would cry so beautifully and painfully, was his older brother.

That day when their father died, he cried buckets. Giotto even stayed for a month in his room, refusing for him to be away from his sight. He was quite overbearing because every night, he cried, waking him from his slumber and the night ended with him cuddling his brother close, whispering and singing just to get him to sleep.

But all that time, he neither complained nor did he get sick of seeing the blond's crying face, because his tears were like pearls falling softly down his porcelain skin, and it made his heart ache. The brunet did all he could to make him feel at ease, and make him feel that he's not alone. After a year of catering to his needs, he succeeded.

Giotto was laughing again, smiling that small smile he loved so much. He was just like an innocent child, with a cheeky and annoying personality at times, yet he was endearing. He wanted to protect him but in the end, it was him always being protected. Giotto stopped crying then, and it's been more or less five years, since he did.

Tsuna wondered sometimes if Giotto cried silently in his room. Every day, he worried for him, prayed for him, and wished that he be alright and come to him for comfort, yet everything was different. His older sibling was the one always smiling, caring, and protecting and him...he was just useless. Now that he thought about it, what has he ever done for Giotto?

Well, he has, but even after all these years, why couldn't he rely on him? Did he look that reckless? He never even had a drop of alcohol in his life! He may be snappy at most times, but he never rejected Giotto, no matter how tired he was, he always made sure that he gave his brother attention. He knew that it was Giotto who needed it the most, and it was the blond who loved the most, and expects the same and more in return.

He did all he could but his efforts are all wasted, huh? How come he turned out to be the way he was? Was Giotto always like that? Someone cold, ruthless, and angry. It shook him to the core; the way he spoke, his voice, and actions were all the things he never witnessed nor experienced before in his life. The Giotto he has come to know and love wasn't the real him?

The brunet shook his head and sighed, wondering why he was thinking so deeply into this. He looked to the side, and was surprised, to see the cafe he always frequented, whenever the library became too desolate for his tastes. So he drove here unconsciously? Then, good for him, this cafe was also open for 24 hours, not only that, a friend of his owned it, meaning he can stay the night.

With that in mind, he parked his car and hurriedly went inside. The ever addicting smell of coffee bombarded his senses as soon as he came in. No matter what, he'll never get tired of coffee, and of course caffeine. Maybe, it was the right place to let his mind drift away. Tsuna walked towards the counter, somehow feeling a bit calmer. This place was just as cosy as it was years before.

"Enma." The man behind the counter turned around, and as soon as he saw him, a smile lighted his face. It was nice seeing such a refreshing sight.

"Tsuna…welcome, the usual?" Tsuna smiled and nodded. His best friend would always remember, now, won't he?

"I'll be back in a few and we'll have a long talk." Caramel-colored eyes widened, knowing what the other meant. Enma knew already? The brunet sighed, and let out a chuckle, before proceeding upstairs, where he knew his best friend lived. It was a large apartment and just like the cafe, it was as cosy and welcoming.

Whenever Enma meant having a long talk, he does mean it, and after all this while, his friend still knew him through and through. He was his best friend, after all. Enma could see through him like an open book, and more often than not, he was thrown off his feet. He always seems to know when he's down even though he's so good at lying. Tsuna laughed at this.

If it was a decade ago, Tsuna would be a person who can't even tell a lie for the life of him. Now, he was as good as any con artist, and it started only a few years ago—years ago when Giotto suddenly became too important for him. He sighed and flopped down on Enma's bed, knowing it would take a whole day. He hasn't seen his friend for so long and now that he did, he'll tell him everything. Even if he finds him strange, he knew he could trust his crimson-haired friend. He was like his other half, a part of him which he can never be separated from—his mirror and his pillar of support.

More than a brother, more than a best friend…Enma was him in more ways than one. Tsuna treasured him dearly, but he knew the way he loved him, can never compare to what he feels for his older brother. His role model of a sibling who he didn't want to see as of now. He sighed once again and his shoulders slumped against the cold wall behind him. He was too depressed for his liking.

"Tsuna, don't contaminate my place with that gloomy aura of yours." He looked up, and saw Enma standing by the doorway, a tray in hand with his signature coffee and strawberry cake. Tsuna smiled a little, feeling warm all of a sudden, no matter how many years have passed; Enma will always know him as much as he knows him too.

"Enma." Said man placed down the tray, and arranged everything on the table. By the looks of it, their talk would be long. And by the sound of Tsuna's voice, he's carrying a lot of burden. He looked up and he was right. He saw how teary the brunet's eyes were. He sighed and stood up, before sitting down beside his broken friend and pulled him close. Not soon after, he felt dampness on his shoulder. He felt the trembling, and he could only tighten his embrace, knowing it would take time before Tsuna calmed down.

"Shh...It's ok, Tsuna. Let it all out. I'm here for you."

...

Tsuna sighed and rubbed at his arms furiously. It's already past four am, and the cold was biting at his skin. His talk with Enma ended a few hours ago. They both went to sleep at midnight, yet when he woke up, he felt distressed and he didn't know why. It took time for him to register what it was, and when he did, his eyes widened and he scrambled up, trying to fix himself, before dashing out and starting his car.

Yesterday was supposed to be the arrival of his mother from her meeting! How stupid could he be? She must be worried now, especially since he didn't bring his phone with him, and he wasn't able to inform anyone of his whereabouts. The brunet sighed once again and shook his head. The drive to his house would take about an hour, meaning he'll be able to get there a little before six. He just hoped then that his mother would be asleep.

Tsuna was guilty yet he felt lighter somehow. Really, he should've gone to his best friend at the first place rather than moping about. It was a breather and all his pent up thoughts just flowed out—it felt nice. It was just what he needed. A small smile flitted across his lips. Thank you, Enma. Something bothered him though; it was what his best friend told him last night.

That what he felt for Giotto was just him having a brother complex and for him to let his brother be. To just ignore him for now and avoid him at all costs. He wondered why he needed to do that. Maybe, so that his sibling would fess up if he doesn't acknowledge him? Tsuna sighed and shook his head. Truthfully, he wasn't mad anymore.

He was a little upset but he should understand his brother. He was already twenty-one years old, and he had needs too, but really he shouldn't be that rough nor should he be that rude towards him. Maybe, the reason why he acted that way towards him was because he disturbed their session? Tsuna blushed thinking about it. Unlike Giotto, he was still as pure as a saint. He didn't want to do it yet and Kyoya understood that.

Tsuna sighed and shook his head. No matter what, he really does trust his nii-san. He was family after all, and just like their mother said, family comes before anything else. If anything, they're the ones you can turn to, your own flesh and blood. My own flesh and blood, huh? He snapped out of his thoughts seeing the driveway of their house. He parked his car and proceeded towards the front door. The brunet yawned and stretched, intending to sleep like a log once inside in his room, it's not that he had classes later on. It was still Sunday, after all.

"You seem tired, Tsuna." He froze in his steps, his eyes widening, as he saw Giotto stand up from his position on the stairs. He stepped back, suddenly feeling intimidated, when he remembered Enma's words. Avoid your brother for now.

Instead of answering, Tsuna walked straight towards the door walking pass by his nii-san. Maybe, Enma was right. Being away and ignoring Giotto for a while would be best, because right now being in his presence brought back all the things he didn't want to feel. He can feel his heart breathing fast, his palms sweating, and for some reason, it didn't bode well for him. The brunet needed to get away fast. He fastened his pace, but stopped abruptly when a hand gripped his arm. He looked back only to see that same glare yesterday night.

"Where the hell have you been?" Giotto's voice was quiet and threatening and Tsuna was finding it hard to believe, that he was still able to know what Giotto was thinking even though he's the polar opposite of the person he was used to—the sweet, lovable, and protective Giotto.

"It's none of your business." His voice was blank, and his expression carefully concealed, making Giotto angrier than he was before. He had been waiting for his younger brother the whole night. His mother called early in the evening, saying she won't be back for another few days, leaving him all alone in the house, and somehow, it made it all the worse for him.

Giotto called all of Tsuna's friends and begrudgingly, even his boyfriend, yet they didn't know where he was. He felt guilty knowing that it was his fault his sibling was like that, but he couldn't help it. It was something out of his control. What he's done was already irreversible, and for some reason, he wanted for it to stay that way. He wanted for his brother to hate him, and forever be disgusted with him, but he knew deep inside, it would just tear him apart.

"None of my business, huh? Is this your way of rebelling, Tsuna?" The brunet felt that same constricting feeling in his chest. He knew that if he looked up now, it would be over. He'll see that expression that would make his knees weak. But he wasn't called an idiot for nothing, because he did what his mind was telling him not to do. Slowly, his gaze flitted towards Giotto, only to have his breath hitch seeing those heart-breaking eyes.

"G-Giotto..." He saw the other glare hard, before roughly releasing his arm. Tsuna stepped back suddenly aware of his brother's advancing steps.

"Not my business?" Giotto cornered the brown-haired male and smiled spitefully. He didn't know what he was doing but right now he was mad, more than that, he was lost and confused. He knew something like this would happen, Tsuna avoiding him that is. Now that it's starting to happen, he couldn't stomach it.

"Fine be that way, do what you want but just one thing, Tsuna." He looked up at Giotto, apprehension in his eyes. He saw how his brother was gritting his teeth, before sighing and shaking his head. Giotto stepped back, causing him to sigh in relief. He watched as his older brother stared at him for who knows how long, his eyes mournful, and it made him feel like he was the biggest fail of a brother of all.

"Hate me, ignore me, avoid me all you want, just don't make me worried ever again." Giotto raised his hand, and ruffled his hair, and from then on, Tsuna knew what he had done wrong. Because as the blond smiled that small smile and turned around, before walking away from him, Tsuna saw him shiver and sneeze. His figure disappearing in the darkness of their house, swallowed by the shadows, illuminated by the peeking rays of the sun. He was left staring at the place where Giotto sat, the outline of his pants painted the front stairs, and it only meant one thing.

He was waiting for me the whole night…and he couldn't help but feel guiltier than he already was. He wanted to go after Giotto but he didn't, because even then he would be able to utter not a word.

I'm sorry, Giotto-nii…

...

And that day was the last he saw of Giotto. Tsuna was a wreck, and it made him feel like he just committed the biggest mistake of his life. At home, he couldn't see him since he's always locked in his room, and at night, from what he knew, he always went out. His mother told him he leaves early as well. It's been a week already, and a glimpse of him is all he's seen, and that only happens in their university.

The brunet sighed once again, as he watched his brother play soccer happily with his friends. He looked forlornly at the scene before him, when fingers suddenly made its way on his chin, lifting it up. His eyes widened and he let out a gasp, surprised; his countenance tense and alarmed, only to sigh in relief seeing who it was.

"Kyoya, it's you..." His boyfriend frowned at him, causing him to frown in return. Was there something wrong?

"Is there something wrong, Tsunayoshi?" He tried to smile, he really did but it only deepened Kyoya's frown, making him sigh in frustration. Instead, he removed his boyfriend's fingers from his chin, and hugged him tight. If Kyoya was surprised, he didn't show it. Instead, he hugged his petite lover closer, and buried his nose in that fluffy mane he loved so much.

"Tsunayoshi?' He didn't answer but tightened his embrace and it only meant one thing to Hibari. Just let me stay like this for a while….

...

Tsuna went home late that night, because for some reason, Kyoya refused for him to go home, until he told him everything, and he did except what Giotto did. He told him that it was best to reconcile with his brother, and he will as soon as he had the courage to do so. Tsuna sighed, and opened his bedroom door, intending to start on his homework, when a voice resounded throughout the dark room.

"You're back late, Tsuna." He gasped in surprise, and turned around only to see Giotto sitting on his bed, staring at him. He breathed in a sigh of relief, and placed a hand on his chest, trying to still his racing heart.

"Giotto-nii, what are you doing here?" Hesitantly, he approached his older brother, but stopped suddenly when he saw the bottle in the other's hand. His eyes widened, and quickly pulled the bottle of wine from Giotto's lax grip. With gritted teeth, he threw the bottle out the window, not caring where it went; all he had in mind was to get rid of it. Once done, he stood in front of him, a glare in place.

"You can't drink, nii-san. Even the doctors didn't allow you. You go into depression when you do, remember?" His brother stayed silent. He just continued staring at him. They stayed that way staring at each other, and it made Tsuna worried, what's happening to his older brother? With a sigh, he shook his head and flicked the the blond's forehead lightly, and turned around intending to go out of his room. Knowing staring at each other won't get them anywhere; Tsuna sighed and shook his head.

"Just sleep here for the night, nii-san. I'll sleep in you-"He stopped abruptly feeling arms around his waist. He was pulled back into his brother's chest, his head resting on his shoulder. Tsuna tried to get out of Giotto's tight grip, but it proved useless, when the blond didn't move an inch.

"Giotto-nii, would you let go? I want to sleep al-"

"Tsuna..." His back stiffened feeling his brother's breath ghosting over his neck. It felt strange and for some reason, his heart was racing again. It wasn't long before he felt dampness and unconsciously, his body relaxed and just concentrated on Giotto's shaking and dry heaves.

"Didn't I tell you not to make me worried?" Tsuna felt the embrace getting tighter. It was uncomfortable, and all he wanted was to get away, but Giotto held tight.

"Do you hate me, Tsuna?" Said brunet bit his lower lip trying to think properly. It was hard, especially with the way the blond was holding him. He closed his eyes and breathed out.

"I don't, nii-san, so let go al-"

"Then, why do you always make me worried?" Giotto felt everything spinning. It was true that he was the one avoiding his younger brother for the past couple of days, but he always made sure that Tsuna was home before he went out every night. He always made sure his younger sibling was safe and sound, before leaving the house but tonight, it was different. Earlier, he saw how he and his boyfriend were disgustingly hugging each other, and all he felt that time was rage, but what can he do?

He went home early having lost the will to go out for the night, and what a surprise for him that even past midnight, his brother wasn't back, and for him it only meant one thing; he was still with Hibari. All kinds of thoughts went through his head, he felt like he was going insane. Was this some kind of revenge on his Tsuna's part? That just because he saw him fucking some whore, he was out fucking with Hibari?

He didn't want to believe it, he really didn't, but what if he did? He felt as if he wanted to puke and just kill someone, or do something to make everything go away. The only thing that came to mind was to forget and he did. He went out and bought all the wine he could get his hands on, and drank the night away. He knew he wasn't allowed to drink, but rules be damned. And so here he was clinging on to his brother for dear life. He didn't know himself anymore.

"I just forgot to call, Giotto-nii." He tried to put it mildly, but his brother's grip didn't falter, if anything, it got firmer.

"Forgot, huh? Where were you then?" This was bad, really bad. If he didn't know Giotto better, he would've told him he was with Kyoya right off the bat. But he did, and if he told him where he was, and at his drunken state, who knows what might happen.

"I was with Gokudera." And just as soon as he uttered those words, he felt Giotto let go and turn him around. He felt the world turn upside down, and now he was staring at the ceiling, his hands pinned above him. His brother's face came into view, and everything came crashing down on him. Giotto's lips were heavily on his own, and his mind was having a hard time processing what was happening. The blond pulled back before he could move, and now he was staring angrily at him.

"You liar! I saw you leave with Hibari!" His eyes widened and he turned away. This was definitely not good. A drunk and angry Giotto was definitely bad.

"Fine, I was with Kyoya, happy?" He felt Giotto releasing his hands, and he sighed in relief, only to gasp in surprise, when he felt his hands being tied to the bed. Caramel-colored eyes widened and he tried thrashing his body. His older sibling held him down, and leaned close, letting the scent of alcohol pervade his senses.

"Fucking around, ne?" His thrashing stopped abruptly hearing this. He directed a glare on his brother who smirked at him in return.

"Why so mad Tsuna? It's true, isn't it?" The brunet wanted to lash out and hit him but at his current state, he can't do anything.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Nii-san." Giotto chuckled again, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this.

"I don't, really? So my adorable, little brother is still a little virgin?" Tsuna felt his cheeks burn, and it wouldn't take a genius to know that he was blushing, but it was dark, and so he hoped that Giotto didn't see.

"You're blushing, so I guess it's true, hmm?" He turned away hoping against hopes, that his brother would stop already, but he didn't, and everything was just wrong.

"So what? I'm not like some people who go doing just anyone who opens their legs for them!" Tsuna bit out suddenly, feeling mad and frustrated, for being taunted and embarrassed like this.

"Just like always; feisty and stubborn, Tsuna. But..." Tsuna gasped, feeling a hand sliding down his sides, going up and down. It was slow and sensual, and it left his skin tingling.

"What the hell are you doing, Giotto!" He growled out, and he thrashed his body once again. Ok, he was being considerate a while ago since he knows his brother was drunk, and currently out of his mind, but this was going overboard. His breath hitched, when he felt Giotto's lips making a trail down his neck. His whole body stilled, when he felt those wet lips kissing their way up, and stopping at his ears, blowing hot puffs of breath in his ear.

Tsuna felt the erratic beating of his heart, and he knew it skipped a beat when Giotto whispered slowly. His eyes widened and he froze completely, that even when the blond untied him, and pulled away, he was still at that same position. That even when his brother kissed him once again, he didn't react, and even when Giotto left and closed the door, he was still staring blankly at the ceiling, his words echoing cruelly in his head.

"A word of caution, Tsuna…anyone can take that virginity of yours any time…even me."

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