Disclaimer: i don not own KHR.
Author's note: This is still at experimenting stage so feel free to review or point out my mistakes.
Warning: Yandere!Giotto, Death, Gore, Spelling/Grammar
Prologue
A woman in her twenties woke up from her slumber. She rubbed her eyes and blinked blearily to clear her vision. Red eyes gazed at the clock on her nightstand and saw that it was seven thirty in the morning. She lazily looked at the sleeping figure beside her and carefully lifted the arm wrapped around her body as to not startle its owner. She stretched her body and got ready to welcome the new day. She got up from her bed and dark brown hair cascaded down her back.
She picked up the discarded clothes on the floor and wondered for the nth time why she even bothered wearing clothes after taking a bath since her husband would definitely strip her off of it anyway. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she stepped inside the bathroom and caught her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She saw red, angry marks littering her body and winced when she accidentally touched one, causing it to throb in minor pain. A smile graced her lips when she saw that her stomach had a near unnoticeable bump.
"Mou, your Papa is so mean. He knows I hate it when he leaves his marks on places I can't cover with clothes but he still does it."
She softly caressed her stomach and talked to it as she always did everyday. Doing it gave her a feeling of warmth that she could not describe. Knowing that her, no, their child was alive inside her filled her with giddiness and she could not wait for the day the baby to be born. She laughed lightly and proceeded to take a bath and brushed her teeth. She stepped out of the bathroom after she was done and walked inside the walk-in closet to pick her clothes. She chose a blue sundress, a cream-coloured cardigan and a matching pair of sandals. She brushed her long hair and after one look at the vanity mirror, she deemed herself as presentable.
Glancing at the still slumbering blonde on the bed, she decided to sit on the couch and turned on the television across the couch with a coffee table in between them. The screen flickered to life and it was just in time for the morning news. The news anchor was a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, the typical European citizen. But, the woman who was watching the television did not pay any attention to it, she was focusing on the words coming out of the news anchor's mouth.
"A man was murdered near our town of Sicily yesterday. The body was found hanging on an electric pole and the main cause of death is believed to be the huge slit on his throat. The police are unable to identify the victim as the face is horribly disfigured-"
"What are you doing up so early, love?"
She was jolted to reality when her husband's voice reached her ears but when she tried to turn around, a pair of arms were wrapped around her shoulders in a possessive manner. Her husband nuzzled his face to the crook of her neck and she involuntarily shuddered, eliciting a smirk from the male.
"I was just watching the news, dear. Did I wake you up, Giotto?"
Giotto merely smiled and said, "I was already awake when you removed my hand, love." She winced and an apologetic look decorated her face. Giotto chuckled and let her go only to walk around the couch to sit beside her. She immediately leaned against him and he hummed in contentment, one of his arms wrapped around her and gently caressing her stomach.
"So, is there anything interesting, love?"
"Not much, Gio. A man was found dead in Sicily. I wonder if it's the work of a serial killer."
Giotto buried his face on his wife's hair and inhaled her scent. He murmured words of comfort to her ear but they both knew that right now, his lips were twisted to form a maniacal grin. He got up and prepared to greet the new day. His wife continued to watch the news and she knew that the victim was the man who was at the Vongola mansion yesterday.
A man in his twenties held out his hand to the wife of the Vongola Decimo. When she shook it and started to retract her hand, the man held her hand firmly and gently kissed it. The brunette winced and thought, You will die. He is definitely furious right now. Glancing at her husband, she saw a dark glint entering his eyes before it was replaced with an indifferent, cold look. The soon to be dead man released her hand and introduced himself.
"My name is Alessio Cross of the Cross Famiglia. Nice to meet you, signora."
"My name is Inori Sawada. Nice to meet you too."
Seeing that the man was about to say something, Giotto immediately interrupted them.
"Inori, why don't you go to our bedroom and rest? You look tired, love. It won't be good for the baby."
Alessio's eyes flashed in annoyance and surprise but he held it in and said, "Ah! Forgive me for not noticing it earlier, Lady Vongola. Congratulations on your pregnancy."
"Thank you, Signor Cross."
"Please, just call me Alessio. I don't really like formalities."
"Very well then. I shall take my leave now. Have a pleasant day, Alessio. Gio, I'll be at the bedroom if anyone needs me, okay?"
Giotto nodded and gave Inori a deep kiss, all the while discreetly looking at Alessio to gouge his reaction. Alessio gritted his teeth but said nothing while Giotto's right hand man, G, was already used to his best friend's antics. Inori walked back to her room and sat on a chair near the window. She picked a random book and started to read to pass her time.
"Inori? Love?"
She was snapped out of her musing when she heard her husband's voice. He was kneeling in front of her, one of his hands holding both of her hands and the other was waved in front of her face to catch her attention. Inori shook her head lightly and smiled.
"What is it, Gio?"
"I've been trying to catch your attention for the past few minutes."
"Ah! I'm sorry. I was distracted with something."
"Oh. Should I be jealous?"
It was said with a grin but they both knew that one wrong answer meant another lost life. Inori gulped and carefully answered the question, knowing that she was treading on dangerous ground.
"I was just thinking about the book I read yesterday, Gio. Don't tell me you're getting jealous of a book, dear?" She said it with a teasing tone while desperately hoping that her husband's Hyper Intuition would not detect the waver in her voice. It was not the truth but it was not a complete lie either, the perfect way to escape the HI. Giotto chuckled and replied, "Me, jealous of a book? Never. Why don't we head downstairs for breakfast, love? I'm sure Tsunayoshi is hungry."
Inori giggled when he nuzzled her stomach and said, "I'm still wondering how you know it will be a boy when I'm just two months pregnant."
"Intuition, love."
"Hai, hai~"
Giotto smiled at the slip of tongue. Inori only spoke in Japanese when she was feeling playful or talking with someone who was more comfortable with the language of her homeland. They head down to the dining room and saw that everyone was there. They were greeted with the sight of a red head, a black haired man with a carefree smile, a green haired man, an aloof man with platinum blonde hair, another black haired man but this one was energetic, a young woman with pale blonde hair and a creepy man that had a midnight blue hair that was shaped, oddly enough, like a pineapple or watermelon. Inori still could not decide which.
"Good morning, everyone."
"Morning, Decimo. Hime, the books that you ordered have arrived." G, the red haired man said. He had a flame-like tattoo on the right side of his face and was smiling slightly when he saw them.
"Oh. I can't wait to read it. Is it at the usual place?"
"Yes. I took the liberty to put it at your usual place in the library."
"Thanks, G."
"Anytime, Hime."
The woman with pale blonde hair beamed at the married couple and said, "Hime-chan, may I join you later? Daemon is busy with a mission today."
"Sure, Elena-nee."
The creepy man with the unusual hairstyle that was seating beside Elena put on a faux dejected face.
"Nufufufu…Elena, are you abandoning your dear husband? After all that we've been through? What will I say to Mukuro and Chrome if they ask where is their mother?"
Elena rolled her eyes and lightly slapped her husband's arm.
"Don't be so dramatic, Daemon. I'm just spending some time with Hime-chan. Besides, Mukuro and Chrome are barely a year old. They can't talk yet."
"Ahaha…You guys are so lovey-dovey."The black haired man with a carefree smile said.
"Good morning, Ugetsu."
Ugetsu Asari smiled and greeted Inori back, "Good morning to you too, Hime."
"Good morning, Knuckles."
"Lovely morning, Hime." The energetic black haired man replied. Turning towards the green haired man beside Knuckles, she beamed at him. "Good morning, Lampo."
"Morning, Hime-chan."
She had a staring contest with the aloof man on the end of the table but in the end, she won and was rewarded with the ghost of a smile on the man's lips.
"Morning, Hime."
"Good morning to you too, Alaude-nii."
Breakfast went as usual for the rowdy bunch and soon, a food fight started. Inori chuckled when she saw G's face was splattered with spaghetti and he retaliated with throwing the omelet at Ugetsu. Ugetsu then threw the steak at Lampo only to hit Knuckles. Knuckles slammed the pasta at Lampo's face and Lampo accidentally threw his orange juice at Alaude.
Silence. Complete silence.
"Nufufufu…The birdy got something on him."
Hearing Daemon's words and his annoying nickname for Alaude, the latter snapped and said, "I'll arrest all of you for disrupting the peace."
Hell broke out and soon, arrows, bullets, handcuffs, illusions, shields, swords and any legit weapons were flying through the air. Inori laughed at the sight of it while Giotto merely sighed in amusement while trying to protect his wife from the deadly projectiles. It ended soon when Giotto and Reborn, Giotto's ex-home tutor and the strongest hitman in the world, stepped in.
Inori went to the library as Elena was still busy cleaning the scraps of food on her husband and to bid him goodbye. The former stared out of the library windows to look at the clear blue sky and involuntarily continued her thoughts from earlier.
Something from her peripheral vision caught her attention and from the corner of her eyes, she saw Alessio and Giotto talking while walking in the gardens. Alessio glanced at her suddenly and winked at her. Giotto's expression turned sour and she knew two things would happen today. Alessio will die a horrible death and she would be sore when she woke up the next morning due to her husband's tendencies to 'mark' his 'property' and insatiable lust for her.
When Alessio had left and the day turned to night, Inori was admiring the night sky from the balcony when she felt her husband's arms around her torso. Sighing as she knew that she would probably not get any sleep tonight, she turned around and a pair of lips immediately descended on her own. The kiss was conveying Giotto's thoughts. It was dominating, possessive, obsessive and full of killing intent towards those who dared to touch what was his. Inori let herself be guided towards the bed and soon, the room was filled with moans, groans and pants.
As Inori was falling asleep from exhaustion, she saw from the corner of her eyes that her husband was calling someone. She knew that he was calling his private assassin to murder Alessio yet she did not make a move to stop him. It was an unspoken rule between them. She acted ignorant and he would make the victim's death tolerable. Though, his definition of tolerable differed from normal people's definition of tolerable.
Giotto ended the call and put his cell phone on the nightstand on his side of the king-sized bed. He wrapped an arm around her lower body and gently caressed her stomach. Both of them fell asleep soon after.
Inori stared out of the window, looking at the beautiful pond Giotto had made just because she said it reminded her of her old home. Her eyes narrowed.
"You idiots never learn, do you? If I can't stop him from killing, what makes you think you can?"