Here's the second chapter. :) Thank you to vanillabeast, Chibi Sasori, Final Syai Lunar Generation and BuleDiamons for the awesome reviews!

And to Final, I laughed really hard when I read your review! :D

Tsuna sat on the wooden chair in the kitchen, swinging his legs as he waited for Giotto to finish preparing his meal. He was still growing—or so he tried to convince himself, so his legs still couldn't reach the floor just yet. But one day, he was going to be the tallest robot on earth!

For now though, he was going to enjoy the benefits of his (hopefully) short-lived lack of height.

For one, he could disappear behind Giotto-nii during adult conversations which consisted of big words of which he could never figure out. The probability of him being discovered during the act was a problematic three-to-one, but once he stood behind his brother, he'd have completely disappeared from everyone's vision. Giotto-nii played along sometimes, hiding his smile as he tucked Tsuna more securely behind his back.

Or he could crawl under beds during hide-and-seek. That was an especially useful skill to have, for although it may be an incredibly clichéd hiding spot to use, Giotto-nii could never really check if he was there or not. Most of the time, he simply lured Tsuna out with pancakes, though.

Tsuna's nose twitched as he picked up the heavenly smell wafting towards him. He recognized the smell immediately— it was his favorite meal, and Giotto cooked it for him whenever he was in a good mood.

Pancakes.

Tsuna's stomach growled again, as he ran to the cupboard to fetch the utensils and plates in anticipation of the meal. Giotto smiled at him gratefully, but stopped him as he was going back to the table, balancing both their plates and the utensils.

"One plate will do, Tsuna," he smiled, taking the extra utensils and plate from Tsuna, and slipping them back onto the shelves.

Tsuna blinked incomprehensively. "Huh? Giotto-nii, you're not going to eat?"

Giotto chuckled softly at his indignant tone, and walked to the table carrying the food. "I'm not feeling very hungry. I made these pancakes for you anyway, so there's no need to hold back."

He slipped the plate onto the table, and Tsuna's eyes sparkled at the delicious sight. Golden-brown pancakes, soft and fudgy and drizzled with melted butter and chocolate syrup, lay on the plate, still sizzling pleasantly from the heat in the pan.

Tsuna looked hesitantly at Giotto who smiled at him. He gave a tiny smile back, before clapping his hands together. "Itadakimasu!"

Tsuna picked up the fork and bit down on the pancake, but the searing heat of the still-hot pancake scorched his tongue, and he released the pancake again. "Ow, ow, ow…" He gasped, feeling like his tongue was on fire. Giotto grabbed a glass of ice-cold water, pushed it into Tsuna's hand and watched Tsuna gulp the cold water down frantically.

"There's no need to rush, you know," Giotto chided him playfully, tapping him on the nose. He shook his head in amusement as Tsuna attempted to devour his meal again.

"Giotto-nii, this is—ow!" Tsuna was cut off as he bit down on a particularly hot piece of pancake, "This is really delicious…!" He managed to say between bites, his eyes watering from the pain on his blistering tongue.

"Alright, alright," Giotto laughed, finding it both hilarious and adorable that Tsuna was trying to eat and speak at the same time.

When the pancakes had been sufficiently cooled down for consumption, and Tsuna was no longer wincing in pain every time he bit into them (Giotto had advised him against it, but he insisted on eating it while it was burning hot), Giotto leant onto the table, his hand supporting his head as he gazed at Tsuna, and asked, "So, how was school?"

Tsuna beamed happily at Giotto. "It was great! I didn't trip over anything today and only one person made fun of me in class!"

Giotto narrowed his eyes. There was clearly something wrong with the others in school if they found the need to make fun of his dear Tsuna. Maybe he could have a word with one of the teachers or something—other than that Nezu-sensei of course. He spoke with that teacher once before, when his brother had arrived home with bruises and cuts. The other had laughed and said that Tsuna had scored badly for his tests so it was normal to be made fun of. Not only that, he also insinuated that Tsuna might have been the one to start fighting with them.

His polite and well-behaved little Tsuna starting a fight?

How preposterous.

"Giotto-nii?" Tsuna asked, his caramel-hued orbs wide in concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all," Giotto rushed to assure him with a smile. "That's great for you."

"Un!" Tsuna agreed happily, finishing the last of the pancakes and letting out a contented sigh. "But there was something weird…" He suddenly looked thoughtful. This caught Giotto's attention; his hyper Tsuna-senses were screaming that something had happened.

"What happened?" Giotto asked, trying not to seem too worried and anxious to find out. Tsuna slouched onto the table and held one of Giotto's hands captive, deciding to play with it. Giotto chuckled. He felt slightly ticklish. "Hm?" Giotto urged Tsuna on.

"Well… Yamamoto asked me if I knew…" Yamamoto huh, Giotto mused. He was a good kid—a little too energetic though, but he had been friends with Tsuna since young. The three of them often played together, and he was one of the people that he believed wouldn't hurt Tsuna.

"…do you, Giotto-nii?"

Giotto snapped to attention. "Huh? What?"

Tsuna pouted. "You were the one who asked, Giotto-nii!"

Giotto laughed guiltily. "Sorry, sorry! Could you repeat that?" He scratched his head sheepishly. Tsuna sighed, and conceded, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"I said, Yamamoto asked if I knew what a 'kiss' was, but I don't. Do you, Giotto-nii?"

"Wha…" Giotto trailed off, disbelief written all over his face. He nearly had a heart attack there and then.

… 'Kiss'…? Did his pure, innocent little brother just ask him what a 'kiss' was?

Anger surged through Giotto. For corrupting his cute little Tsuna, Yamamoto was going to pay. But for now, he had to deal the matter at hand. How to explain to Tsuna in a healthy manner? He cast a glance at Tsuna, who blinked back at him cutely, waiting for an answer, and a strange sort of protectiveness welled up within him.

"Um…" Giotto stuttered uncharacteristically, running a hand through his spiky blonde locks. "What do you think it is, Tsuna…?" He questioned, playing for time. Tsuna furrowed his eyebrows and chewed his lip, thinking of an answer.

"Hmm… Yamamoto laughed at me when I said it was something like eating people up…"

Giotto nearly slammed his head onto the table in sorrow. See? His little Tsuna was as innocent as a helpless little bunny! He really didn't want to be the one to corrupt him…

"And Yamamoto said that he'd teach me firsthand if Giotto-nii didn't teach me!" Tsuna exclaimed, having suddenly remembered. After spotting Tsuna's bewildered expression, Yamamoto had laughed and, pitying him, said that he could teach Tsuna if he so wanted. There had been an odd gleam in the other's eye as he said so, though Tsuna dismissed it as a trick of the light.

"…What?" Giotto felt something inside him snap, and an all-consuming white-hot anger surged through him.

Yamamoto wanted to teach his Tsuna what a kiss was…? First-hand…?

Like hell if he was going to let him do that.

In one swift movement, he cupped Tsuna's cheek with one hand, and with his other hand, lifted the other's chin slightly to face him. Tsuna's eyes widened in surprise, and he blinked rapidly as he squirmed slightly under Giotto's intense gaze.

"Giotto-nii… what are you doing…?"

And not realizing that this action would haunt him for years to come, Giotto leant in, his azure eyes somehow tinged with a possessive sunset-orange.

"Teaching you what a kiss is."

Possessive Giotto is angry. :D

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