A:/N: Hello everyone~! *waves*

While I was thinking about the plot for the next chapter for the Good and the Dark, this crazy idea popped up in my head. I don't know why, but I really liked the idea of Giotto having a dark side. *smirks* Hopefully you'll like this too, just like me!

See ya~!

Within a strange looking place, surrounded by nothingness, only by a blue sky and white fluffy clouds, stood a man. This man that is staring blankly into the emty space that he was surrounded by, was none other than Vongola Primo – The most powerful and famous mafia boss in the whole history of Mafia.

He lived mostly a peaceful life, four hundred years ago in Italy, later in Japan, and after his death there, he now lives inside the Vongola Ring as the other passed bosses do. Vongola Primo, known as Giotto De Vongola and also known as Ieyasu Sawada, wasn't only famous and respected in the entire mafia by his power, leadership and intellect, but by his looks too; mostly by women and younger ladies.

Some of the men were jealous of his looks, since their lovely wifes, fiancées, lovers and girlfriends always looked to him, and started screaming and giggling when the Primo passed them by, which made their partners even more jealous.

Town's people the screams and constant everyday giggles grew on their nerves, it was too loud and some people also had to wake up in the middle of the night for that. It was annoying as hell, mind you.

You also wouldn't like to wake up in the middle of night because of some girl screaming about Vongola Primo and how handsome he looks and other stuff like that.

It also irked Giotto sometimes, but since he's a gentleman, he never showed his discomfort to the females that grouped around him every single day, asking him to go on a date with them, married or not. Primo tried his very best to kindly decline them, since he wasn't looking for anyone that loved him because of his looks, money and fame, but he was mostly doing that for the sake of their partners.

Besides, he knows that those kind of women would only use him, that's all. Giotto never wants to be in that kind of relationship, it would only end with break-up. His friends, known as guardians, which were also targeted by women like that, yet they managed to fend them off much better than Primo, also agree with him on this fact.

It's a shame though, that they can't speak together, when the rings are separated. It gets lonely here quickly by the passing time, the silence this place has is unbearable to him.

The silence in this place mostly occures, because the other generations of bosses sleep most of the time and doesn't wish to be disturbed, leaving Giotto, who can't sleep every twenty-four hours per day, alone to himself and his thoughts.

Sure, he did try to wake at least one of the bosses to talk, but when he succeed in it, he got yelled at (Secondo), slightly scolded (Terzo, Quarto, Sesto), small conversation which didn't last even five minutes (Quinto, Settimo) and when he finally woke up Ottavo –with much difficulty, she sleeps like dead for God's sake- she fell back asleep in the middle of their conversation.

And Giotto was once again left alone to himself with nothing to do. He sometimes forced himself to sleep at his favorite red couch, which was here since the first time he appeared here, but just couldn't sleep long enough; he always woke up after an hour or two.

Since there wasn't much to do inside the ring, besides sleeping and thinking, Giotto found himself a new attraction, which is watching the new and youngest soon-to-be-mafia-boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, the tenth generation of Vongola and to Primo known as Decimo.

Now, he doesn't spy on him, he just time-to-time takes a look at the brunet and watches how he lives his life.

It's a lot of fun, considering that the boy and his friends sometimes talk about different subjects that basically interests Primo. The modern devices and slightly different speech that teenagers' use in Decimo's time period, new foods, school, everything new in the boy's life interests Giotto greatly.

Sometimes, he just wishes he could get out of the ring and talk with them, that's how lonely he feels when he's in this blank place with seven grumpy persons that do not wish to talk with him. But then again, the tenth generation might feel very uncomfortable with him in their presence, so he never showed up, until he was needed. Although, he is a bit upset with that.

Well, what he can do about that? Maybe he acts like a child that wants attention as Secondo called him, but he can't help it. He feels like he's gonna go crazy in this place already because of the silence and just the sky with clouds.

It feels like he's locked in some kind of asylum, alone in a tapped-up room with one door, no windows, no light, only darkness and silence.

A slight shiver rocked down his spine, and Giotto wrapped his arms around his chest, rubbing his arms a bit to get warmer. 'Did it get colder?' Giotto wondered. Weird, this place never changes it's temperature, it always has a normal temperature.

Maybe it's just his imagination... yes, he must be tired. Giotto turned around, the movement making his silky blonde hair that defies gravity bounce a little as he made his way to the red royal couch.

Plopping down on it, the blonde sighed and closed his amber eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly and hopefully sleep a little longer.

0o0o0o

Opening his eyes, Giotto found himself in a weird dark place, laying down on the cold ground. Supporting himself on his elbows, then getting up on his feet, Primo calmly examined the unfamiliar area.

There was nothing. Absolutely nothing, only four long, seemingly endless walls and blackness. There was no sky, no clouds, no light.

Nothing. Just darkness. This is not the realm inside of the Vongola Ring.

'Where am I?' Giotto asked himself mentally, taking few slightly hesitant steps forward. He didn't feel good in this place, it was giving him the goosebumps as he looked around.

The only sound in the otherwise dead silence were his footsteps that made an echo each time it hit the hard floor, making the blonde feel much more insecure here.

He couldn't hear anything else, but his footsteps, he didn't see anyone, anything. He's like in some empty space which hadn't a real meaning to exist.

Why is he here? Is this a dream? It must be just a dream, there's no way that this is real...

Oh, but it is real.

Giotto halted in his steps, suddenly feeling tense as he heard an eerie dark voice speak. He wasn't alone after all?

The dark voice started laughing, as if it read Giottos mind. Hahaha, how näive of you. Have you really thought that you're here alone?

Well, he kind of thought that he was alone.

The blond slowly looked over the room, trying to find the source of that voice and perhaps finding that person... hopefully, it is a person.

That voice spoke again, his words echoing through all four walls, which confused the blonde further. I am a person, but at the same time I'm not. Have you already forgotten about me, Giotto?

Giotto's body went still as rock, as the other asked that. How did it know his name? "Do I know you?" It took a lot of his will to not stutter over his words as asked the voice with a question of his own. He can't show any weakness or something bad could happen to him.

He is in an unfamiliar place, which most likely belongs to that eerie voice. It's the one that is in the control. Any bad move and Giotto is done.

Ahh... so you really did forget about me. That makes me feel really sad, Giotto. Have you forgotten about everything I have done for you?

The tension in the air started to grew as Giotto took a step back to distance himself from the walls, from which the voice seemed to come. Now, he was really confused.

"What do you mean? I don't know you! Who are you?!" Primo demanded from it, the dying will flame on his forehead flickering from the anger the blonde was feeling. His hyper intuition was telling him to get away from it, to not speak with it, but Giotto couldn't help himself. He wanted answers.

The voice started laughing again, but this time much louder. The laughter reminded Giotto of the time, when G chased Lampo for calling him 'pinky old-man' and Daemon gave him an actual pink dress, for which the red head started chasing him too, and he was laughing at them.

It was his laughter. That voice was laughing like him.

Only now he noticed that the darkness of the room was getting dangerously more darker each passing minute that it almost seemed that the place was getting smaller.

It was closing around him.

The voice finally stopped laughing, but there still could be heard a cackling sound as it answered. Ahhh... I can't explain who I am, Giotto. But I know you and everything about you and your life, Ieyasu Sawada, or should I rather call you Vongola Primo?

Now Giotto is starting to feel scared. Gulping the lump that formed in his rather dry throat, he calmly asked. "How?"

How what? That thing seemed to be mocking him.

"How do you know that I'm Vongola Primo? How do you know my name? How do you know about me?!" Primo yelled angrily. He's really confused. What did it want from him?! He's frustrated by this situation! How can it know him, when he doesn't know anything about it?!

Giotto heard an amused, but dark chuckle come from the voice, before the darkness started to slowly spread in front of him. I could explain that to you, but I think showing you that would be much more amusing.

Amber eyes narrowed in awareness while the ex-boss took a few quick steps back. The temperature in the cold room started to rise very quickly, or maybe only to Giotto as sweat tricked down from his forehead down the side of his cheek, waiting for whatever creature to show up from the darkness.

I can hear how your heartbeat has sped up. It got quite fast and nothing even happened yet. It chuckled again, while saying so. Amusing.

Giotto's eyes widened in shock and he restrained himself from shivering in front of that thing from the sudden fear that passed through him at those words. He himself didn't notice that his heart has sped up, h-how could it know it?

But the next words the voice spoke made his eyes widen even more and the fear Primo tried to hide broke up to the surface for whatevers eyes to see.

I know that you're scared, Giotto. You can't hide it from me. Your heart tries to supply your body with the much needed oxygen because of the adrenaline that floats in your veins from the fear that you're feeling right now.

I can see it.

Giotto drew a quick, hitching breath in as the darkness in front of him cleared completely. His skin turned really pale, almost white as bed sheets, as if something drained him from all life.

"Well?"

Giotto's face blued in horror as he stared with impossibly wide eyes at himself.

N-No...

A:/N: Well? What do you guys think? Is it good, bad, awesome, horrible?

Let me know, please! *smiles, waving* Byeee~!