A/N: Enjoy~

~Sweetness~

Chapter 1 - Can You handle?

"So up next is Tsuna-kun right? Why won't you and your dad come up here?

Tsuna fidgeted in his seat as his eyes shifted right and left.

"C'mon, Tsuna," Iemetsu wrapped his calloused fingers around his son's hand.

His seat screeched back as he reluctantly got up and followed his father down the seemingly long isle. There was a snicker of laughter as he passed by and he lowered his head, tilting it away from his father's black robes.

"So what do you do, Sawada-san?" the teacher asked as they both reached the front of the room.

"I'm a priest, as you can tell" he smiled referring to his dark black and white uniform; a cross hung around his neck for all to see.

There was a sudden smile plastered on every kid's face around the room and they looked at each other. Smiles turned to suppressed giggles, then into outright laughter.

"Don't be rude, children!" the teacher snapped her head, "What's so funny?"

The woman looked around the room and honed in on the kid who laughed the loudest.

"Do you have something to say, Takeshi?"

The dark haired boy was cracking up in his seat. He shook his head almost about to cry trying to answer.

"Oji-san," the kid was finally able to let out as he wrapped his arms around his sides controlling his laughter, "Is it true you hunt vampires?"

Iemetsu's face drew back. "Vampires?"

"Yeah! Vampires!" the class chimed in.

"We heard you collect their fangs and hang them on your wall!"

"Where did you kids hear that?" he asked.

The blond man drew a childish frown. How did he get from a priest to a vampire hunter?! He looked down at his son for some explanation only to see him turn away, his face flushed red.

"Takeshi!" the teacher yelled. "That's not-"

"Yes, I do," Iemetsu cut her off.

The children stopped laughing and everyone stared at him.

"Really?" the dark haired boy who was called out smiled and leaned forward against his desk.

"Yup!"

"Dad!" Tsuna looked pleadingly at the tall, muscular man he called his father.

The man only returned a smile.

"In fact," Iemetsu suddenly scooped Tsuna up to his shoulder, "this was the first vampire I caught!"

"Whhaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttt?" the kids gasped.

"Tsuna's a vampire?!"

"But he doesn't burn in the sun!"

"I-I'm not!" the small brunette called out; he clung to his father's neck and burrowed his embarrassed face deep into his father's yellow hair.

"Eh~ He doesn't act like a vampire at all!" one of the kids whined. "Kinda wimpy,"

Iemetsu could feel the heat from Tsuna's face getting stronger.

"Hehehe," he tried to laugh it off, "I was just kidding! If anything, he's the total opposite! Right, Tsuna?"

He patted his son's back trying to comfort him but he still wouldn't show his face. The kids in the class murmured disappointed and the teacher tried to calm them down.

"That's too bad," Takeshi smiled, "It would've been really cool if he was,"

The blond priest froze as he heard a ringing laughter come from the dark haired boy's throat. It was a clear ringing sound – sharp and almost exotic. His face tensed as he slowly looked to the little boy. His hazel eyes met a pair of young yellow ones that studied him back.

"Vampires are really fun," Takeshi grinned, his small white teeth barring their selves in the open.

…...

Tsuna's eyes shot open.

Beep. Beeeep. Beeeeep. Beeeeeeep.

Those weren't the sounds of his alarm. He turned his head on his pillow and looked at the clock – 4:30 A.M. Not even CLOSE to the time he set the alarm for.

"Ugh..." he let out an irritated sigh.

But what was that noise beeping in his head?! He twisted under his covers and cuffed his ears. Someone turn that noise off!

"Aaaaggghhh!" he dug his fingers against the side of his head.

It kept getting louder and louder, higher and higher, until a heavy thud smacked against his window. He jumped up from his bed and turned to the glass opening. The curtains flew open and followed the incoming draft hiding a dark silhouette behind them. Tsuna's hand grew cold.

"W-who's there?!"

The murky shadow froze, turned its head towards him, and a paralysis caught Tsuna's body.

"Hn!"

His eyes grew wide, waiting.

"Sawada," a quick breath whispered his name.

The curtains died down and uncovered an empty windowsill. There was no body behind the shadow. No body? The brunette let out a heavy breath he couldn't release earlier. Who the heck was that?! He threw his covers and stumbled out of bed to the window and looked down below. Was someone trying to prank him?! He searched the streets below and saw someone running away. So someone was just messing with him! The person was too far for him to make out as he squinted his eyes.

Pranks. Endless pranks. He slowly stepped back and closed the window, his hand lingering on the glass. What did they even want?! He broke down and slid to the floor. Damn! And he made sure no one knew where he lived! How?! How did they find him?! He sat down against the wall and something pricked his leg.

"Ow!" he hissed and grabbed the thing under him. "Huh?"

A small metallic ring squished between his fingers. Did the person trying to break in drop it? He brought his face closer and saw it had some odd engravings on it. A pout sprouted on his face and he trapped the ring in his fist. Whatever it meant, this belonged to that jerk who was trying to sneak into his room! He clenched his teeth and a serious look filled his eyes. He's had it! He was going to find the owner of the ring, and prank the jerk back!

…...

Black slacks, black leather shoes, black tie, starched white collared shirt, and burgundy blazer – that was the new uniform ever since he entered Shinsei Namimori (Holy Namimori?), a prestigious private Catholic school.

He entered the gate and as usual, everyone avoided him. A silence suddenly fell the crowd of students in front of the school and he stopped. What was wrong with these guys?! He looked around but they all turned away as soon as he made eye contact.

"Tsuna!"a cheerful voice called his name.

A heavy body jumped him from the back.

"Yo!" the dark haired boy smiled.

An arm slid around his shoulders and he found himself smiling.

"Yamamoto!"

"Hehe," the boy laughed as took the lead in walking. "What's up? You look like you didn't sleep!"

Tsuna rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, "Ah... I guess I stayed up too late watching a new episode that came out last night,"

"Really?" Yamamoto tilted his head.

It almost seemed like he felt his lie.

"Yeah," he turned away.

"Me too!" his white teeth showed through his smile, " It was so cool yesterday! I was watching a new episode of Doraemon..."

His friend continued to ramble but he couldn't pay attention. The ring in his pocket burned through his leg and he kept glancing at other students. Who could have possibly owned the ring? That girl with the ponytail over there? That boy with the prefect emblem around his arm? The prefect suddenly flicked his eyes towards him and he jumped back.

"Tsuna," Yamamoto called out.

"Y-yeah?!"

"We're here,"

…...

Yamamoto opened the classroom door and the brunette apologized as they walked in.

"Haha, you're really out of it today aren't you, Tsuna?"

"Yeah, so-"

"Yamamoto-san!" a girl ran up to him, cutting Tsuna off, "Good morning!"

The teen stepped back surprised. There was suddenly a girl with dark brown hair cutely anticipating to say something in front of him. Her shining eyes screamed his name – "Yamamoto-san! Yamamoto-san!" they seemed to say.

"Oh, morning," he waved; his small attention to her caused her to smile.

"Oh, um, have you heard? Sensei's going to be gone today; they say he got caught in an accident so we're going to be moved to the library for bible study,"

"Bible study?" he repeated raising his brows.

"Yeah," she blushed, "so um, you want to go together? We can sit next to each other,"

Yamamoto tried to hide a face. Bible study? That was actually what he hated the most in this school. It seemed ironic he didn't want to study the bible when he was in a Catholic school, but it wasn't his decision anyways.

"So you want too?" she persisted.

"Oh well, um,"

"Excuse me," a small voice called behind him as the small brunette brushed past him.

Yamamoto instinctively reached out his hand and grabbed Tsuna's.

"Sorry, but I was already going to sit with this guy," he apologized pointing to the small boy.

"Who?" the girl pouted looking over as Tsuna turned away. Her eyes grew wide in recognition. "O-Oh," she smiled nervously. "Never mind then! I'll just sit with Kyoyko and them,"

She stepped back and tripped on the desk.

"Woah! Are you okay?" Yamamoto caught her by the waist.

She looked up and her face blushed a crimson red.

"Y-yeah!" she hurriedly stood back up and ignored the romantic opportunity. "T-thanks," she pushed him off and walked away.

The two boys looked at her go. Sorry, he thought again.

"You didn't have to do that for me," Tsuna blushed. The boy started to feel bad.

"Hm?"

"Yamamoto-san's pretty popular and I know everyone doesn't like me so... You should go sit with her,"

The taller boy's face cooled as he tightened his grip on Tsuna's hand.

"What are you talking about?" he leaned over putting his face right in front of the brunette's. "I just wanted to sit with you,"

"Mn!," Tsuna's face turned red.

"Hehe,"

His surprised face is pretty cute too. Tsuna turned his face away again.

"T-thanks,"

Tsuna meekly turned his eyes to their hands; he was still holding it. He turned away again, his face getting even redder. Yamamoto noticed and even he started getting embarrassed.

"I-I guess we gotta go to the library then," he turned away as well, "Let's go,"

…...

Yamamoto still held his hand. Why wasn't he letting go? Tsuna looked up and saw that his friend's ears were red. Was he sick? Still, he probably wasn't as red as him. Tsuna could feel the heat from his face and all over his body; even his hands were sweating. Ugh.. Yamamoto must think it's gross. For some reason, he could feel a heavy set of eyes on him and he looked up, searching for people's faces as they walked the hallway. Were they judging them?

"Yamamoto," he tried to call out but his voice was still too weak.

They kept on walking, his friend as the lead holding his hand.

…...

Flip. Flip... The only sounds he was supposed to hear were the pages turning from his book. This was the library wasn't it?

"Hehehe,"

His eyes shot up like a sword at the suppressed laughter.

"Hehehehe,"

His steel cold blue eyes pierced at the student who was laughing. Shut up!

"Hehe-" the student looked up feeling his glare and sealed his lips.

"Quiet," he ordered.

The spiky haired boy looked away hiding a smile. His shoulders were still shaking and he put his head down but Alaude knew, the boy was still looking at his brunette friend sitting next to him quietly laughing. This was why he always hated new students. Every year, they grew worse and worse. He turned his eyes away and flipped his book. Maybe he should take over the Disciplinary Committee one day.

…...

Tsuna saw their platinum blond sempai return his eyes back to his book. Out of all of them, they had to get the strictest one to watch over them.

"Stop," Tsuna smiled at Yamamoto.

The spiky haired boy ignored him and kept drawing on his notebook. Yamamoto took a quick look at Alaude and started to doodle him.

"Is that supposed to be Alaude-sempai?" he whispered putting his head down on the desk.

A badly drawn blob with angry eyebrows started to emerge from the paper. His friend kept a smile and drew another person standing triumphantly on top of him. "Giotto" he drew an arrow pointing to the spiky haired figure. The two started laughing. It was no secret the mighty blond from Italy was tamed by the charismatic president of the student body – Giotto Vongola.

"Pfft," Tsuna tried to muffle his laugh with his hand. It was so true! "Hahaha,"

Yamamoto smiled seeing the brunette's laughing face and followed him snickering too loud.

SLAM. A pale hand smacked the notebook right between their faces. Their bodies froze and became pale. No... Tsuna's eyes grew wide.

"What is this supposed to be?" The hand suddenly crumpled the paper as a dark chilling aura paralyzed their voices mute. "First years," the voice seemed like it escaped deep from hell.

"A-Alaude-sempai...," the two slowly turned around.

They both refused to look up at his eyes.

"Do you know what happens when you don't study?"

There was a pause. They fidgeted in their seats but some force pulled their eyes up to look at the icy blue ones of their upperclassman.

"PUNISHMENT," a smirk ran through his face.

…...

"I'm sorry," Yamamoto apologized.

"It's alright," Tsuna huffed as he dropped a sandbag on the floor. "Phew," he stood up and rubbed his back. "It's just helping out with the P.E. field and stuff. It's partly my fault anyway,"

Tsuna bent down and picked up another bag.

"Ah! Do you need help with that?" Yamamoto rushed over.

"No, it's fine,"

"YAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" a scream radiated through the whole field.

The two looked up and saw a pole jumper fly through the air and land on the blue mat.

"YEEEAAAHHHHH!" the boy got up, bouncing off the mat, screaming all pumped. "TO THE EXTREME!"

"Good job, Sasagawa!" the coach went up and high fived the student.

"THANK YOU, SENSEI!" he screamed. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOTTT! LET ME GO AGAIN!"

The man laughed rubbing his ears as he watched the hyper student sprint back and get the pole.

Tsuna stood still. That guy could jump high. Even pretty easily to get up to a two story house. Tsuna looked around and realized just how many athletic people there were in the school. Hurdles, sprints, long jump... All of them could have easily climbed up to his room. He thought back and remembered the running figure. He ran a bit funny, like he was injured. He snapped his head and looked around. That person could be here right now! He focused on the students running. One of them...

"Hey!" a voice called out. "Sawada! We need those bags right now!"

"Huh?!" He reluctantly looked away, "C-coming!"

He took one last glance at the sprinters and started running when his foot got caught on the dirt.

"Oooofff!" he hit the ground.

He went in, head first, making his vision a blur but he saw someone coming closer.

"Tsuna!" Yamamoto ran up to him. "Are you okay?!"

He went down and picked him up by the arm.

"Um. Y-yeah,"

There was a sting on his elbow and he looked to see raw skin.

"Agh!" he winced.

"Just a scratch," his friend assured. "We should get a band aid though,"

Yamamoto was about to help him stand when he saw something shine on the floor.

"What's that?" he picked up the silver metal. "Did you drop something?" He looked it over and froze, his eyes darting over the unique engravings. "Tsuna," he turned serious, "Where did you get this?"

"Hmn?" the brunette looked up and saw it was the ring he was carrying around, "I found it."

"Where?"

"In my room," Tsuna finally noticed the change in his friend's expression. "Why?"

The brunette's eyes fell at the other boy's hand and saw a similar ring on his middle finger.

"Y-you have one too!" Tsuna grabbed his hand.

Yamamoto grew tense and smacked his hand away. For a second, there was fear in his eyes, but calmed after he realized what he was doing.

"Sorry,"

"No, it's fine," Tsuna dismissed what just happened.

He was about to get up when the spiky haired teen pulled him back down.

"You said you found this in your room?"

"Yeah," he nodded. For some reason, he felt nervous the way Yamamoto looked at him.

"Somebody tried to sneak in," the dark haired boy's face tightened as if he already knew.

"Y-yeah! How did you know?!"

His friend looked at him with serious eyes and Tsuna looked away.

"And that's why you've been looking around so much today,"

"Y-yeah,"

"You think some one in our school did it?"

"Y-yeah,"

Tsuna grew red at all his questions. Was it from shame or embarrassment?

"You think you can find the person by just looking?"

The brunette quickly turned to face him. Why would he ask that?! Yamamoto's eyes softened and he looked away again.

"You don't have to keep turning away," Tsuna felt Yamamoto's long arms lightly wrapping around him. "Or keep looking at other people. You can just look at me,"

The brunette's voice suddenly got caught. What was he saying?! Tsuna placed his arm between his chest just to keep it from touching Yamamoto or else he'd know just how loud his heart was beating.

"But that person who broke in," he tried to argue.

"I told you, just look at me," the dark haired boy smiled, "I'll take care of it for you. Trust me,"

There was only silence as Tsuna got caught in Yamamoto's confidence. He felt his rough hands brush through his hair and for a moment, he got lost. Lost... Lost in trust? Or... Or something... He didn't know.

By now, Yamamoto's face was snuggled deep into Tsuna's dark brown hair.

"Yamamoto," he called out.

He saw the dark haired boy biting his lips. Was he in pain?

"Yamamoto," he repeated again.

The boy took a deep breath, almost like a pant.

"You... You smell... really good,"

The smaller boy looked at him as his voice came out a little raspy, as if he was holding back. Tsuna opened his mouth to call his name again.

"Where's Yamamoto and Sawada?!" a voice yelled interrupting them.

Tsuna jumped back snapping out of it and pushed Yamamoto away.

"W-we still haven't finished getting all the sandbags!" he stumbled to get up. He tried to cover his flushed face as he tried to get away.

"Eh?" the dark haired boy watched as the brunette ran, partly tripping, towards the pile of undelivered sacks of sand.

Yamamoto gave a light smile and slowly stood up, stuffing the ring in his pocket. Damn, he rubbed the back of his neck disappointed. That was the first time he almost couldn't control himself. The smaller boy waddled by with a huge stack of sandbags.

"Woah!" Tsuna called out as a huge portion suddenly disappeared and landed on the taller teen's shoulders.

"Let me help," Yamamoto smiled.

…...

Tsuna stared out the window. He could still feel Yamamoto hugging him. He ignored the substitute teacher droning on as he dwelled on the memory of the muscular teen's hands.

"You smell really good..."

He blushed recalling his words. Did he really? Tsuna was about to smell his arm when he jerked his head and almost slammed his face on the table. What was he thinking?! Why was he trying to smell himself?!

"Student back there," the old man at the front of the room called out, "are you alright?"

The brunette looked up to see everyone was staring at him.

"Y-yes," he nodded and meekly put his head back down on the desk again, his face flushed as if that was the permanent color of his face now (thanks to Yamamoto).

Thinking back, he never answered his question of how he knew someone tried to sneak in his house. Tsuna looked out the window again. And why did Yamamoto also have a ring? It didn't seem like a cheap ring either, almost custom made. He rubbed his head thinking. After seeing Yamamoto have one, he kinda wanted to have one too. The thought immediately disappeared when he remembered that the jerk who tried to sneak in also had one too. The creeper! He was still out there! What if he decides to come back again?!

"Just look at me. I'll take care of it for you. Trust me,"

Tsuna clenched his fists. Trust you... Tsuna softened his eyelids. I trust you, but what exactly are you going to do? He tried to think but all he could manage was Yamamoto's smile. His confident demeanor. Unknowingly, a smile sprouted on his own face. If anyone could do anything, it was Yamamoto.

…...

He tried to keep his steps to match with the blond's but his stride was too fast.

"Are you still mad, Alaude?"

The vice president didn't answer.

"Alaude," Giotto repeated.

"Your punishment was too light. I don't understand why you had to change it," he pouted.

"Running 600 laps around the school was a little impossible," the president chuckled.

"As long as they have the will to repent for what they've done, they could do it,"

Alaude's chilling aura started to spread until Giottto place a hand on his shoulder.

"Helping set up and clean the P.E. field is pretty similar isn't it?" he smiled trying to persuade Alaude's attitude. "Not only are their legs going to be sore, but their whole body from running around and lifting things. Plus, they're being useful to the teachers,"

The blond cooled and thought about it. "Ordering them around like dogs..."

"W-what?! No! I didn't mean it like that!"

"I'm fine with that," Alaude coolly answered. "You're a more evil man that me. I guess that's why I'm fine with you being the head of the student body,"

Giotto let his head fall escaping a sigh. Alaude... What am I going to do with you?... They kept on walking and Giotto noticed that the blond slowed down his pace as they walked; his strict face finally loosened.

The president gave a light laugh. "Sometimes, I'm glad you can so easily be satisfied with me,"

Alaude's steps stopped.

"Hmn?" Giotto tilted his head.

"Satisfied?" the blond gritted.

He remembered the doodle the first years made in the library with Giotto on top of him. Satisfied?! He chooses what he does! He doesn't do what he doesn't want to do! Suddenly, a cold chill started to spread and pierce at the not so charismatic president in front of him.

"Ow," Giotto felt as if some ominous thing was directly pricking him.

"This dandelion," Alaude gritted through his teeth.

"D-dandelion?!" Giotto repeated surprised as Alaude reverted back to his long strides. "Is that an insult? Alaude!"

Giotto chased after him when the platinum blonde suddenly stopped in his tracks and he bumped into him.

"Alaude," he repeated his name. "Are you-"

His voice caught as a sudden paralysis crept up on him as well. It was a sweet scent. A nice scent. A delicious scent. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

"What is that?" he gritted his teeth. It was useless trying to block the scent once they already inhaled it. "Where is it coming from?"

The two looked around and looked across the building.

"There," the vp pointed to the glass window.

Giotto looked outside and followed his finger to the other building. Right across was a brunette sitting next to the window, smiling.

"Sawada," he repeated.

He could feel the smell getting stronger just by looking at him.

"Hmn!" he forced himself to look away. "The whole school is going to smell it,"

"You gave him the wrong type of punishment," Alaude continued to sulk. "Sometimes, I think I have to punish you just so you could see for yourself how effective my methods are,"

Giotto paused and stared at the blond next to him.

"Are you... thinking out loud?"

The vp only stared at him back.

"No," Alaude turned away and started to walk ahead.

…...

Yamamoto jerked in his seat. What was that scent?! He put his head down on his desk shaking. Was it coming from Tsuna?! He was careful to slowly turn and peek between his arms and the scent smacked him straight in the face again.

"Ugh!" he quickly turned his head away again.

It was! What did that mean?! He was releasing the same scent earlier back at the field, but why was he releasing it now in class?! His breathing started to get heavy and his palms started to sweat. He bit his lips again and crossed his legs trying to refrain himself. He took the chance to lift up his head again to look around the classroom. The teacher was gone for a bathroom break and all the students started talking but hadn't gone up from their seats. Yamamoto started counting. Good... He put his head back down. There were missing seats where he wanted there to be. Everyone acted normal and it was only him in this class. He clutched his chest and looked over again at Tsuna. What was he doing? Tsuna looked back down at his desk from the window and he saw a glimpse of his expression. He was smiling. Smiling? About what?

He continued to stare when from the side, he saw two figures standing across at the other building – both blond, and both powerful. Giotto and Alaude-sempai?! He was about to get up from his seat at what he saw when his legs broke. I can't stand up! He gritted his teeth, sitting back down, as he saw the two upperclassmen struggling, bending over and covering their mouths. They could smell it. He saw Alaude point across the building and Giotto looked at Tsuna, then looked away. Yamamoto grunted, torn apart between what he wanted to do. If he got up, his instincts would only tell him to go to Tsuna. He dug his fingers on his forearms and withered in pain trying to control himself. Only when he saw the two upperclassmen leave did he turn away and look down at his desk again. If Giotto and Alaude could smell from across the building, there was no doubt others could smell it too. He had to get Tsuna out of here.

…...

Ding... Dong... Dong...

"Tsuna,"

The brunette turned to the hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go," Yamamoto smiled.

"Hm?"

"The bell rang already,"

"Oh, " he nodded, "yeah,"

He didn't even notice that the bell had rung. Was he just smiling in a daze the whole time? He quickly collected his things and stuffed them in his bag.

"I'm ready," he got up from his seat.

When Yamamoto didn't move, he looked up and found that his face was flushed.

"Yamamoto," he called out.

"Hmn?" the taller boy snapped back to reality. "Oh, sorry about that," he smiled.

"Your face is all red. Did something happen?"

Yamamoto's eyebrows went up, "No," he looked away, "Nothing,"

The way he reacted caused Tsuna face to heat up and redden.

"H-hey! You're turning red!" Yamamoto pointed out embarrassed.

"N-no I'm not!" Tsuna turned away.

Yamamoto bit his lip again and slung his arm around the brunette's shoulders.

…...

Was Tsuna trying to kill him?!

"Let's just go," Yamamoto tried to hide his face.

When he looked back down, he saw Tsuna smiling.

Haaahh... The dark haired teen let out a quiet sigh as the sweet scent started to get stronger again.

"You're very sweet when you smile," he absently let out.

Yamamoto realized what he just said and covered his mouth.

"Sorry, I..." his voice trailed as he saw Tsuna staring at him with a blush on his face.

The sweetness in the air started to attack his senses more violently.

"I'll treat you to some dango on the way!" Yamamoto blurted as he rushed Tsuna out of school.

…...

What was the rush? Tsuna panted as he tried to keep up with Yamamoto's long strides.

"S-slow down! Yamamoto-san!"

The taller teen looked back, slowed his pace, and stopped as Tsuna bent over and caught his breath.

"Sorry," he apologized.

The boy waved his hand unable to talk. After a second, Tsuna stood back up.

"I'm fine now," he smiled between calmed breaths.

Tsuna fixed his shirt and they started walking.

"You really wanted to get out of school, huh?" the brunette joked.

"Haha," Yamamoto smiled, "I heard the dango sale was going to end at 3:30 so I wanted to hurry,"

"Really?! Then should we hurry?"

The dark haired teen paused for a second then started to laugh again.

"No, it's fine,"

"But the dango,"

"We can get it another time," Yamamoto smiled.

Tsuna looked at him with his big brown eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you next time," he assured him.

…...

As they got to Tsuna's house his mom greeted them at the door.

"Tsu-kun!" she called out popping out from the kitchen. "Look! I bought some dango today! They were having a sale at the store just a while ago!"

Yamamoto's face almost dropped as he saw the small woman come to the living room with a tray full of dango.

"Try some," she smiled. "You too, Takeshi-kun,"

"Thank you," he smiled as he took one.

"I'll go get drinks," Tsuna announced as he dropped his bag on the floor.

Yamamoto waited until Tsuna and his mom left to the kitchen and relaxed.

"Aahhhhh," he breathed a sigh of relief.

How lucky was that?! So he didn't tell a lie. The uneasy feeling left his stomach as he took a bite of the sweet dumpling. Was God watching him? He almost laughed. He didn't like to study about him, but He still helped him out? He took another bite.

"You really wanted those dango, huh?" Tsuna smiled as he set down a tray of water.

"Huh?" he looked up.

"You were smiling,"

Again, there was that scent.

"Tsu-kun," his mother called out, "after you're done, can you and your friend go up to your room? Some people are coming over later in the evening,"

"Sure," he nodded, "we'll clean up soon,"

"Your room?" Yamamoto repeated almost biting his lip again.

"Yeah," Tsuna noticed his expression, "you don't like it?"

"No, no," he shook his head, "I was just wondering if we could take some dango up there,"

Okay, so that was a lie. Yamamoto took another bite of the dumpling and finished a stick. He just had to control himself up there. Control himself!

After they were done, they cleaned up and Tsuna placed some dango on a plate to go up with them. Yamamoto eyed the plate Tsuna carried and scratched his head. So much dango...

"Just place your stuff anywhere," Tsuna let out as they entered the bedroom.

As soon as the door opened, a whiff of the sweet scent rushed by him. Be strong, Yamamoto sucked it up and walked into the room. He placed his stuff down near the small table in the middle of the room but as soon as he got close to Tsuna's bed, his knees hit the floor. I'm dying! The smell became so unbearably strong, he was sure he couldn't control himself. Blood rushed through his veins and he gritted his teeth. Yamamoto buried his head in his hands and tried to crouch but felt something soft under his hands.

"Yamamoto-san, are you okay?"

He slowly put his head up, praying he had on a normal expression.

"I'm fine," he almost smiled but quickly covered his mouth. "You're bed is just really... soft."

He patted his bed and smiled again. "Soft,"

Tsuna looked at him disbelieving.

"Does your teeth hurt?" he asked. "It's probably from the sweets."

"No, I'm fine,"

"Smile," Tsuna tried to pull Yamamoto's hand away from his mouth.

Yamamoto gave a smile without his teeth.

"It doesn't hurt," he repeated, "I just had something stuck between my teeth,"

The brunette backed off and nodded.

"So what should we study first?" Tsuna sat down changing the subject.

The dark haired boy followed and placed himself across from him.

"Uhm, there's a chemistry test tomorrow right? Maybe we should study that,"

"Alright,"

They laid out their chemistry books on the table and tried to go over the material. Hours went by as they tried studying formulas and going over equations.

"N-a-C-H... O?"

"NaCHO?" Yamamoto scratched his head, "I don't think that's right,"

The two flipped through the chemistry book but lost the page.

"Aahhhhh~ I give up," the dark haired teen threw the book and laid back on the floor. "My brain hurts,"

Tsuna closed the book and slumped down on the table. "Me too," he sighed.

Yamamoto shot back up and leaned over the table, "You wanna play any games?"

"I have my game console if you want. I can set that up,"

"Yeah," Yamamoto smiled, this time with his teeth.

Tsuna got up and set up the controlers on the t.v.

"Let's play this one," he took out an action game, "I'm not very good at it though,"

"It's fine," Yamamoto grabbed the controller, "I haven't played that game before so you might be able to beat me,"

"Ah..." Tsuna laughed ironically shaking his head.

Fifteen minutes later, Yamamoto was screaming another win.

"Yeah!" he leaned to the side frantically pressing buttons.

"YOU WIN," the game epically announced.

Yamamoto laughed as Tsuna stared lifelessly at the screen.

"It's okay, Tsuna! You just need a little more practice!" he patted him on the back. "Here," Yamamoto set the game on practice mode, "I'll help you."

"I don't know," Tsuna reluctantly shifted his eyes.

There was a countdown and enemies suddenly appeared from black smoke.

"Hn!" the brunette jumped, "What do I do?!"

He frantically started hitting buttons but the enemies kept overtaking him anyways.

"You've gotta make combos," Yamamoto called out. "Here,"

He reached from the back to reach the controller and Tsuna jumped.

"Woah!"

The dark haired teen fell back and hit the table spilling the water.

"Ah!" the cup fell on Tsuna's shirt.

Yamamoto immediately picked the cup back up, but the liquid already soaked through.

"I-I'm sorry!" Tsuna called out flushed.

"It's fine," Yamamoto placed the cup back on the table. "Do you need to change?"

"Yeah,"

The brunette shifted his eyes and got up to get another shirt. As he went to his drawer, he saw the time and it was already eight.

"Do you need to go home? It's already late,"

"Hm?" Yamamoto got out his phone and checked the time. "Woah, yeah, it is. I should go,"

"Alright then," Tsuna waved, "I guess I'll see you,"

He could hear Yamamoto shuffling to grab his bag as he took off his shirt.

"I had fun today," Tsuna let out.

As long as he's leaving, he thought, I should say something. He slipped his arms through his shirt and waited for his door to sound but nothing came.

"Actually, is it okay for me to stay over?" Yamamoto's voice rang instead.

Tsuna turned around.

"I have a change of clothes in my bag since baseball practice was cancelled today, and its pretty late. Plus, I did promise to help you out about the stalker. If anyone tries to come and break in again, I'll be here, so yeah,"

Yamamoto looked up to see Tsuna's reaction and found him staring, frozen as if someone took a picture of him barely putting his shirt on.

"Sure," the brunette smiled.

A sudden smack of that sweet scent pushed him back. This time, he couldn't control his teeth. He stepped back and covered his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Tsuna took a step forward.

"Yeah," he took another step back.

The brunette tilted his head trying to see his face but the dark haired boy wouldn't let.

"Alright, then. I'll just tell my mom,"

Tsuna quickly put on his new shirt and went downstairs.

"Mom," he could hear his voice.

As soon as he heard him reach downstairs, Yamamoto rushed to the restroom. He made sure the door was locked and leaned close to the mirror, tilting his head back. They were growing. He licked his teeth and felt the sharp edges. Can he really stay if Tsuna smiles like that all the time? He was already keeling over by entering his bedroom! He outlined his fangs and cut his tongue, blood dripped down his mouth. He had to stay. Someone with the same ring as him tried to attack Tsuna. Who knows if it was some dangerous psycho or demented person trying to sneak in to people's houses? He dug in to his pockets and took out the ring. If it was the person who he thought it was, then it was trouble. He shoved the ring back and looked at himself in the mirror. He has to stay.

He unlocked the bathroom door and headed downstairs. He should be there to ask if he could stay over for the night. Common courtesy, right? He walked down to the living room and saw that they were sitting outside on the patio. There was a tall man in a suit talking to Tsuna's mom as Tsuna stood beside the door. The woman laughed at something the man said and they got up, ready to leave. Tsuna slid the door open and the three entered back inside. As soon as he came in, Yamamoto recognized the man in the black suit. His curly sideburns could not be forgotten anywhere.

"Yamamoto-san," Tsuna called out as he saw him, "My mom says you can stay,"

"Um, thank you," he gave a slight bow. He gave a half smile as he felt uneasy with the man in the room.

"Well, alright then Reborn-kun," Nana gave him his jacket, "thank you for visiting. I hope you come back soon,"

"I will," he assured her as he put on the extra layer.

He headed out the door and brushed by Yamamoto, his eyes momentarily meeting his.

"Control yourself tonight," the man whispered with a smirk.

Yamamoto stood as he heard the door close behind him. For sure, the man saw his fangs already out.

"Hey," Tsuna nudged him out of his thoughts, "I'll prepare the bath; you can go in first,"

Before he could go, Yamamoto stopped him.

"Hey, was that a friend of your mom's?"

"Who? Reborn-san? No, he's my dad's. My dad's in Europe right now and he usually comes by to tell my mom how my dad is doing,"

"Oh,"

Tsuna smiled. "Don't worry. I know it seems like Reborn-san is a mean person, but he's not that bad,"

Not that bad, huh? Was the Sawada household really close to Reborn? He let Tsuna go and went up to wait for him in his room to finish preparing. If Reborn came here to Tsuna's house, what did that mean? Reborn carried a mark similar to the silver rings but only more ancient - a pacifier, labeling him as one of the old ones. And wasn't his dad a priest? Yamamoto jumped from his seat in realization and looked around to see if there was anything that could kill him. As a priest, naturally he would set up traps, especially in his son's room. He looked under Tsuna's bed and in the corners of the room but there was nothing. Huh. Why weren't there any?

"Yamamoto," Tsuna walked in almost catching him in the act of rummaging through his room.

"Yeah?"

"The bath's ready,"

…...

Yamamoto lay in the futon awake. Reborn was here for some odd business; his dad was a priest who hadn't lain any traps to protect his family against any demonic threats; then there was that – the ring. The silver metal ring. The owner of this ring, Yamamoto turned to his side and tightened his face, was not a person he wanted to cross with. But what were they doing in Tsuna's room in the first place? Whatever he thought contradicted with what he knew. Maybe there was something more to this. He closed his eyes and listened to the brunette's breathing. He knew there was something special about Tsuna, but other than the scent he gives off, what? The brunette started to twist under his bed as if he heard his thoughts.

"Hmn," Tsuna murmured.

He started to turn under his sheets as if he was having a nightmare.

"Tsuna," Yamamoto tossed his blanket aside and got up.

In the dim light, he could still see everything. The boy lay curled, twisted under the covers of his bed. He was about to reach forward when another blast of the sweet scent pushed him back. Tsuna! He stumbled backwards. What are you dreaming about?! Yamamoto could see a smile plastered on the other boy's face. Not a nightmare but a sweet dream? Yamamoto's mouth twitched as his fangs started to grow in again.

"Nn!" he gritted his teeth.

Every time, he had to clench his jaw to try to get it to stop growing. He dragged himself to the opposite corner of the room and tried to muffle his breath. Gotta... Restrain myself! He clutched his chest and let himself breath for only a slight moment. As soon as he drew in a new breath, the pain started to throb again. The pain he chose for himself hurt the most. Couldn't he just get a nibble of that rare delicacy right in front of him? The scent kept getting stronger and Yamamoto pushed himself against the corner even further. He lifted an ironic smile. That better be one good dream Tsuna's having because right now, he was living one of his worst nightmares and temptation was running loose in his veins.

"Why not just do it?"

Yamamoto shot open his eyes.

"You," he breathed.

A figure sitting by the window laughed as they saw his angry yellow eyes; they were like two shining globes in the dark. When did they get in? He yelled at himself for being so careless.

"Such a sorry sight – you sweating and panting just to refrain yourself from taking a taste. And for what? I won't tell. Go ahead, have a bite,"

"What are you trying to do?" Yamamoto growled.

A ringing laughter filled the room.

"Scary," the person teased.

"What do you want with Tsuna?"

"What any one wants," the figure slowly got up from the window sill and took a step inside the bedroom, "What anyone of us would want. Just a little taste,"

Yamamoto shot up from the floor and threw himself at the intruder. It was like in slow motion as they stayed in mid air.

"Just a bite," they whispered.

Yamamoto tightened his grip and they both went out the window.

…...

Tsuna woke up before his alarm.

"Yamamoto?!"

The first word of the day slipped from his mouth as he saw his friend was gone. Did he go home? He ran downstairs to see if he was still there but there was no one. He went into the kitchen and saw his mom preparing breakfast.

"Mom, did Yamamoto leave already?"

"Hm?" she turned from the pan, "I don't think I've seen him yet. Is he not here anymore?"

Tsuna scratched his head, "I don't think so. I guess he must've left early,"

Nana flipped the pan and scraped the last of the pancakes on a plate.

"I guess I've made too much then," she set the plate in front Tsuna, "eat up and get ready; you'll probably see him at school,"

The brunette sat down and grabbed a fork. I guess I'll see him there. But why didn't he wake him to tell him he was going? He stabbed the pancake and took a bite. It felt good in his mouth as the warmth filled his tongue. Good food, good dream, so today should be a good day too, right? Tsuna quickly finished eating and got dressed. As he folded the futon he laid out for Yamamoto, he found the boy's bag right near his desk. Didn't he take it with him? He must've forgot. A sudden cold draft went in and he went to close the window. Yamamoto will just have to come by after school again. Tsuna closed his bedroom and headed out the door.

"Bye mom!" he called out as he left the house.

…...

Giotto entered the building with papers in his hand. He like getting to school early, the air still had a light mist clinging to it. As he went down the hallway to the Comittee's meeting room, he heard noises. He hurried down the corridor and saw the two coldest people in the school having a stare down – the head of the Disciplinary Committee and the VP of the Student Body.

…...

Yamamoto staggered the dark hallways of Namimori. He was careful not to leave a trail of blood as he covered the gash across his side with his arm. The office. Where was their office? He made a turn in the familiar halls and twisted the knob of one of the rooms. It's open? He didn't actually think he'd be able to go in but guessed luck was still on his side – something to be happy about. He opened the door and stepped inside. His left leg couldn't take it anymore and he collapsed, luckily falling on a long black sofa.

"Hmn!" he winced in pain as the open cuts on his back rubbed against the furniture.

His whole body ached and he tensed his muscles trying not to move. He breathed slowly and gently put his arms down at his sides. Since when did the Student Comittee get a black sofa? Wasn't it a coffee color? Hope they wouldn't get mad if his blood stained. He closed his eyes and in what seemed like moments, the room turned from black to light gray and the door opened.

"What are you doing in my office?" an annoyed voice woke him up.

He pushed against the sofa to lift him up and saw not an annoyed blond, but a pissed dark haired boy with menacing purple eyes glaring at him.

"Move," he busted out a tonfa from underneath his black jacket.

"Oops," Yamamoto gave a bright smile, "wrong room?"

…...

"Hibari!" the voice yelled out.

Giotto figured it was an early delinquent cleaning the head of the Disciplinary Committee was taking but found out it was one of the "normal" students. The beaten dark haired boy leaned against Alaude as the prefect threw him at the vp.

"Keep your things out of my office," Hibari glared at the tall blond.

The two locked stares for a moment when Alaude tossed the dark haired boy aside.

"He's not mine,"

"Alaude!" Giotto hurried to catch the poor boy.

The student stumbled in his arms and he tried to help him stand up. There were clotted wounds all over his body and freshly made new ones, probably from the prefect over there. Giotto looked at the Disciplinary head only to receive a look back. As soon as he saw everything was resolved, Hibari walked into his office and closed the door shut.

"Help me take him to the infirmary," he looked to Alaude.

The blond looked at him the same way the prefect did.

"Please," he added.

With a blank face, the vp placed the beaten boy's arm around his shoulder as Giotto took the other. Giotto was about to say something – like I said, you are easily satisfied with me – but kept his mouth shut and just kept a smug smile. Alaude looked over and he turned away trying to hide his new found pride.

…...

They tried to get to the infirmary as soon as possible to avoid any early students and rushed the student to a bed.

"What is it?" the nurse turned from his desk to see students entering his room.

He watched them put the student down and walked over. A boy? He took the cigarettes between his fingers and inhaled it as he looked to see who brought the patient in. Three boys. He breathed out the smoke disappointed.

"You know I can't treat him," Shamal turned to the boy he recognized as the president of the Student Body.

"I know," the spiky blond nodded, "but can you just let him rest here?"

"Sure, but he better not make to much noise though,"

The male nurse walked away and went back to his seat murmuring about how he wanted a female student once in a while. Why was it always guys?

Giotto looked back down and studied the beaten face of the student they just carried. His spiky black hair and yellow eyes hit his memory.

"Yamamoto?"

"Sempai," the boy greeted.

"What happened to you?"

The cheerful student's expression became solemn. He tried to sit up but winced back down from the pain.

"You should rest," he placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving, "you can tell me later,"

On cue, the school bell rang. Ding... Dong... Dong... His hand slipped away from his shoulder.

"I'll stop by during break,"

"Wait!" Yamamoto reached out and grabbed Giotto's hand, "You're missing something, right?"

The spiky blond stopped to look at him as he returned the look, eyes searching for any hint of confession. His bruised fingers slid down his naked hand as Yamamoto reached in his pocket. A silver metal ring glittered as he held it out in the open.

"This is your ring, right, Giotto-sempai?"