(A/N) So, this is the sequel that I made for Cherry Blossoms regarding my thoughts on what I believe to have happened to the Primo. I really love writing about them, and I want to get my ideas out there to get your guy's opinion on them. In this story, the pairings are: GxUgetsu and hints of GiottoxCozart and A79. I'm also working on a prequel that will deal with how the Primo got together originally and how G and Ugetsu first fell in love.

Well, I rambled enough so I hope you enjoy this story~

It's when G returned home, soaked in blood that may or may not have been his, that Giotto truly realized that what his family is in for is dangerous.

Really, he should've realized it when he first made the deal with Cozart and when they'd had their first battle with the Cielo. But it had never struck Giotto as life-threatening before now. He didn't think anyone had.

Well, maybe that was just being optimistic.

G stumbled his way into the living room; leaning heavily on Ugetsu who was making a worried fuss, trying to clean his lover's wounds. Lampo was clearing stuff off the couch so that Ugetsu could help G onto it. When he made it, and his broken leg was propped up on the arm of the couch, a very audible sigh escaped G's lips as he finally rested his exhausted body. Ugetsu sat next to him and rested G's head on his lap as he stroked the man's hair lovingly, snapping at Lampo to get the first-aid kit and some wet rags.

Maybe it was also the first time Ugetsu had ever snapped at anybody that made Giotto realize he'd thrown his family into a path of death and murder. Giotto's gut twisted at how G had smirked at him when they'd first started the family; no ideas of death on any of their minds.

You sure get yourself into a lot of crazy things, Giotto.

Giotto sighed. He was being optimistic again.

In the end, he was the only one who hadn't taken this seriously; who'd thought that all they'd be doing was protecting. How incredibly, sickening, wrong he was.

And now G was dying on his couch.

G coughed and some blood spurted out of his lips. Ugetsu almost fainted as it landed on his sleeve; staining it red. Lampo returned with the rags and first-aid kit and gave them to Ugetsu; who didn't even stop to thank him as he usually would. All that was on his mind was that his lover was dying right in front of him.

He dabbed the wet rag all over G's body; trying to find the actual wounds past all the dried blood that could've just as easily been someone else's. Giotto thought briefly that he should be helping, but he couldn't seem to move. His eyes were wide and unblinking as he stared at his guardian, his right-hand man.

His friend.

G's hand came up weakly and pulled lightly on Ugetsu's sleeve. Ugetsu didn't stop his frantic cleaning, but he leaned down so that his ear was level with G's mouth. G whispered something and Ugetsu froze. For a second. Then he was pushing on, a look of determination on his face as tears brimmed in his eyes.

"No, G, I'm not letting that happen. I'll never let it happen," Ugetsu murmured, over and over again as if he was trying to convince himself as well.

After an agonizingly long twenty minutes, Ugetsu had most of the blood cleared away and G's wounds were wrapped and coated with disinfectant, his leg in a makeshift cast.

G was no longer in danger of dying, at least for now, but he had passed out from blood-loss approximately five minutes ago. This had caused Ugetsu to go into a panicked frenzy, his hands jerking in random directions. He finally got them under control, after a shaky reassurance from Lampo which probably saved G's life, but Ugetsu was still pale.

Ugetsu sat back in relief, his body sort of collapsing as he continued to stare at his unconscious lover. He ran his fingers through G's red strands before tracing his finger along the scar that covered half of G's face.

Finally Ugetsu stood up and lifted the limp body of his beloved as he walked off in the direction of the room they shared together. Giotto and Lampo were left to sit there alone; neither one of their eyes leaving the blood stain that G had left on the couch.

Bile, suddenly and quite quickly, rose in Giotto's throat and he ran to the bathroom before he could release the contents of his stomach. He coughed and hacked before he was just dry-heaving over the toilet.

How could he have placed his family in such a position? Why had he been the only one not to take this seriously? Would they ever be able to go back to the days when they just played around and watched the World Cup? They were the only people he had ever known that had loved him and had treated him like a father and a brother. They were everything to him; much more important than the parents that had dumped him so long ago. And Cozart…

Giotto wished that he'd never mentioned the word 'Vongola'. He wished he'd never let Cozart coax him into thinking it was a good idea. He wished he'd never sent G on that mission.

His eyes brimmed with tears as he thought of his family, of Cozart. He'd never forgive Cozart for this. In a way, he blamed the man for everything that had happened. But he couldn't really be mad at him. He wished he'd never met that nice, sweet man.

Hands clapped over his face, Giotto let out a wail of despair. He was so torn and so confused. He'd made his promise to Cozart, and Giotto was a man of his word. Besides, Knuckle had been forced into this world as well, hadn't he?

There was no going back. For any of them.

Giotto sat in the bathroom for a long time, his feelings raging around until he felt emotionally drained. He couldn't stand the pounding in his chest whenever he thought of Cozart, or leaving the bathroom to see that blood-stained couch.

In a normal time, Giotto might've laughed at himself. Seriously, he was afraid of a couch. But now was no time for laughing.

Giotto stood shakily to his feet before he finally pulled on the bathroom door handle and exited. He stumbled out into the hallway where he was brought face to face with Ugetsu.

Ugetsu's eyes were red and puffy and it was quite obvious that he'd been crying. He sniffed and wiped at his face before turning to Giotto, a dead look in his eyes.

This scared Giotto more than anything. Was G…?

"He's still alive," Ugetsu said, as if reading Giotto's mind. He voice was lack of any emotion except for pain and slight anger. He glared at Giotto. "But just barely. He almost died today, Giotto. I hope you're prepared for what you've signed us all up for."

Ugetsu stalked away and Giotto thought he heard a small cry of grief. Everything was pulling at Giotto's heart strings and he felt like he was going to explode. He collapsed against the hallway wall, too drained to move.

"I know, Ugetsu," he whispered after him; even though Ugetsu was already long out of sight.

(A/N) This will be continued; and the POV will change each chapter between all seven of the Primo. I really hope this chapters get longer *orz* Anway, I hope you enjoyed this even though I think it's a lot more depressing than Cherry Blossoms.