A/N: Honestly, this is probably more to my style than 'This Game Called Love' is. I'll continue This Game Called Love next week, and it'd promptly end by 2-3 more chapters. I wish you happy reading, because this is currently the best thing I've written so far, I think. I like this plot the most.

THIS IS SEMI-AU/HIGH-SCHOOL AU. MATURE THEMES LIKE BDSM OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT MIGHT BE PRESENT IN THE FUTURE CHAPTERS. READ WITH CAUTION!

PROLOGUE

'Maybe that night I was intoxicated by the wine, his cologne, the fervent bitterness of his kiss-strongly lingering espresso or the vanilla milkshake that caused the sugar rush.'

"The night is still young, Dame-Tsuna," His deep voice whispers into the brunette's ears, making the boy's delicate body shiver in delight and anticipation, with a certain amount of fear to it.

His head throbbed so hard that it woke him instantly at the glimmer of sunlight through the almost opaque curtains. The curtains served its duty to filter sunlight, but some of it escaped through it, leaving a straight ray of light shining on his eyes. Foreign to this feeling, he pulled himself up from the comfortable bed sheets, unwilling to get up. His entire body was sore, especially in his rear.

His throat felt parched, and an instant need for water is pulsing itself in his head, like of those people who are stuck in the desert. His eyes remained close, but he certainly felt feverish and having a migraine. His hands reached his eyes, for once, it seemed that his hands were finally put to the correct use, his clumsiness gone this moment, because his tips of his fingers were put into effective use-cooling him down.

The bed sheets felt wet, but it was comfortable because it was the only source of warmth. The air condition in the room seemed too cool to be his room, but he didn't really bothered about it because he lacked sleep, his mind was simply telling him to drift into dreamland again. Pursing his lips tightly and swallowing some of his saliva in hopes of dissolving his urgent need for water, he turned his aching body round and wrapped the blanket around him tightly in his gigantic bed.

He bore the urge to urinate and consume water, and tried not to sneeze.

"A-chuu!" he sneezed. Still closing his eyes, he rubbed his nose. Finally deciding that he had enough, his hands staggered to where his mother used to place a glass of water-his desk right next to his bed. Surprisingly, today, his hands found no glass of water. The table seemed too cool and vacant, rid of his books, comics and video console.

He grunted. Trying to yell for his mother seemed futile because his throat hurts. It hurts too much that maybe he needed to see the doctor for it. He threw the blankets off the bed accidentally, and that was when he groggily snapped open his eyes.

Immediately jolting up, he was sure this was not his room. He glanced around frantically, trying to absorb as much of the information of where he was. It seemed like a high-class hotel's suite. He turned around to see whether anyone was beside him. He couldn't remember anything from last night…

Except the expensive musk the stranger had… the scent was unforgettable, together with what he had remembered-black orbs that looked through layers of him, see through him completely.

Gazing at the bed, he found that patches of the bed sheets were brown and almost black. It seemed like the colour of dried blood… something that he couldn't garner himself that he might have taken the virginity of a girl…

He shifted his legs slowly because his rear hurts like shit, and to be honest, he was afraid, afraid of taking responsibility if he had accidentally impregnate a girl. That would be awful. He stood up promptly, and discovered that he was naked. His wrists were bruised, and his body were littered with bite marks. 'Did I get into a fight?'

Rushing to the bathroom immediately, he wanted to check how his body appeared now. He wouldn't really want face reality, but by doing so allows him to access his situation. When he first saw what he looked like, he described it in a single word.

"Awful." He muttered, touching his reflection of his bruised lips. It seemed to be over-abused, but the fact didn't linger in the mind that kissing caused it. The bites on his body seemed to have a bluish-black effect, bringing out the milky whiteness in his skin. A bandage was plastered to his cheek. His fingers traced the bandage used, and then back to his lips.

He stared at the toilet bowl for a short moment, and decided that the desire to urinate had all gone.

He rushed out of the bathroom, searching for his clothes to cover himself. Feeling that the lack of clothing was indecent, he looked around the room for his clothes. A bag of unknown articles was placed by the bedside, he realized, with a sticky note with the hotel's emblem, number and address with it.

"Dame-Tsuna, your clothes that are washed and dried are in this bag. I look forward to having another session of last night with you. Your screams were delectable. Is it really your first time? Do drink the honey-lemon tea that I request the hotel's personnel for. It soothes your throat, so next time; I'll be hearing more of your moans again.

~Reborn."

An immediate blush was brought to his cheek. He grabbed the glass of tea and gulped it down quickly, relieving his throat. When he was finished with the glass, he slammed it down on the table, almost heaving. He put on the clothes he wore last night, slipping his pants on with ease. Noting that the bag contained an extra belt, something that he didn't wear out yesterday, what he could make out of the item was that the stranger named Reborn bought it for him.

Reborn… the name repeated in his head over again, the syllabus rolling in his tongue as he try to pronounce his name properly, trying to recall what the stranger looked like. He enunciated his name perfectly, or his body did. It was strange.

His phone ringed, playing his favourite ringtone. He answered the call without looking at the caller-ID.

"H-hello?" He said, hands on his forehead for support. He sat back down on the bed.

"Tsu-kun! Where have you been all night?! You haven't been home at all!" His mother reprimanded, followed by a sigh. Tsuna was silent for a moment, thinking of how to reply her. He shifted uncomfortably.

"I was out… with friends." He said in his scratchy voice. His mother probably noticed it, he sensed.

"Have you been screaming all night? Out with it, Tsu-kun! You know you can't lie to me!" His mother exclaimed, causing him to pull the phone away from his ear.

"…No." He denied, hoping that his mom would just believe his lie. How he regretted answering the phone.

"Anyway! It's almost time for school! Where are you? Come home now!" His mother commanded, making him feel like a 3 year old kid all over again.

"I'm… on the way home. Kaa-san, could you get me a set of uniform ready?" He muttered, trying to distract her of forgetting to ask him where he was.

"I did that already! Where are you?" Her continuous nagging frustrates him so much he decided to tell her.

"I'm at a hotel." He said that so quickly that he hoped his mother didn't hear it.

"What? Tsunayoshi! Come home right now!" His mother hung up on him.

He sighed, putting the phone back in his pocket again. His whole body felt rigidly cold and for once, he felt like all his reason for living was gone. He touched his lips again, recalling the searing kiss he had with the stranger last night.

He touched his head briefly, finding himself to have a mild fever. He picked the room card by the table beside the glass and went out of the room, down the elevator. At the mirrored-filled elevator, he saw the bruise marks on his necks trailing down to his shoulders again. Realizing that he had no clothing to cover it up, he took the bag on his hand to shield his face and kept his face downcast when he left the lift.

When he returned the room card, the receptionist looked at him quizzically, raising his brows.

Tsuna hurried out of the hotel with huge strides, hoping to rush out of the streets bustling with activity and people. Most people just plainly stared at him, causing him to shy away or burn with embarrassment.

He flagged down a cab home, with the driver constantly quizzing him and bugging him about how he got the marks. He lied to the driver by saying that he fell down, but the driver just didn't seem convinced. By the time he reached home, it was already almost time for school. He lightly groaned, paying the driver promptly. With the fair paid, he spent all his allowance.

His mother was outside the gate, looking really enraged. He swallowed, trying to appease his mother by giving her a rare smile. When he got out of the cab, he had the bag swung by his wrists. His mom stared at his neck, then his shoulders.

"Tsu-kun! You're grounded for a whole month!"

Finally dressed in his school uniform, he wrapped a scarf around his neck and grabbed his bag. As much as he hated school, he still had to attend it, for the sake of his mother. He dashed to school down the lane, occasionally glancing at his wrist watch. He was already late by 5 minutes. He really wouldn't want to get caught by the disciplinary committee head, Hibari Kyouya.

He was a scary man who handled disciplinary affairs by his own book. By the time he managed to reach school, he was already 20 minutes late.

There were two suns high up in the sky, or was he seeing a duplication of it? His face was flushed, and he felt that his fever was getting from bad to worse. Apparently, there was a huge commotion by the gates so he could slip by unnoticed. He heaved a sigh of relief and entered the school gate sneakily, blending in with the crowd. Most of the students were female, all yelling and screaming in excitement. He really didn't get what was occurring.

A car was parked outside the school gates.

The girls all pushed and pulled, wanting to be at the front. Just as he was about to finally enter the school, the group of girls ran to the front, pushing him along with it. He tried saying 'excuse me', but it really didn't seem to work. His vision was blurred, foggy, his forehead burning, hands freezing.

He blacked out for a moment just outside the gates of the school.

His head was rested on someone's knee. A familiar scent of cologne… and the black irises of the man who saved him yesterday came to his sight, blurring in and out.

"…Reborn?" He muttered, trying to decipher the man's identity.

"It's principal Reborn to you, Dame-Tsuna."

E/N: And that's that. For the first chapter, we'll be looking at how Tsuna ended up in this situation ^^

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