A/N: Just switching to this format. I think it's really clean :P And again, enjoy~

~Sweetness~

Chapter 2 - Altar Boys

"Haaah... Haaahhh..."

Who was breathing so hard?

"Haaah... Haaaaahhhhh..."

Damn! Who was – No.

"Haaahhh... Haaaahhhh... Haaaahhhhh..."

It was just him. It was him who was breathing so hard. Mhmn. There was a burning sensation in his chest. Mhn... A cool liquid streaming and staining his lips. And hands. There were thin hands clawing against his shoulders. Mhmn! He couldn't keep himself from sinking his lips deeper, deeper. Deeper into that soft crevasse his lips were caressing!

"Daemon,"

Mhmn. What was that sound?

"Daemon,"

His brows tensed as the noise got louder. Who was calling him? He opened his eyes and saw a blur of colors. His breathing kept heavy as he saw a small shoulder pushing against his face; the bare skin smooth and... How would you call it – lovely? He felt himself move and explore the body he was holding and saw his hands brush through brown strands of hair. Who was this? This familiar body? He knew this! This person...

"Daemon!"

His eyes shot open.

"Wake up!" someone pushed his shoulder too roughly.

His chest heaved up and down as the white fluorescent lights above him started to make shape. What? He looked this way and that and saw himself in a white room; cabinets with glass windows and white beds surrounded him. As he met real light streaming from the window, he jerked his head away.

"Ugh!" he sat himself up from the white bed.

Did he fall asleep? He held his temples tightly to ease a throb. And way to wake up with a killer headache!

"Tch! Get up already!"

A nasty blond glared at him; his animalistic features twisted in annoyance.

"Do you really talk to your sempai that way?" he raised a brow at the younger student.

The masculine, girly thing Ken got on with the pins in his hair confused him; it was hard to be mad at him when it was kind of cute. Daemon sighed, staring blankly at the delinquent standing over him.

"Didn't you here me?! Get up -"

Ken froze as Daemon absently reached out his hand and touched his face feeling the strands of his hair. It felt like this. The hair he was touching just a few seconds ago felt so real. He wormed his fingers deeper into the blond's hair. Was it really just a dream?

"Get the hell off me, byon!" Ken smacked his hand away.

The boy's cheeks started to turn red and Daemon smiled. Ken glared at him and his hand jerked.

"Aaaggghhhh!"

There was a blur as the delinquent came at him with his claws but he blocked it just in time. He gripped the boy's wrist as Ken tried to overpower him, grunting and trying to push forward.

"Are you trying to greet me with an after-nap exercise?" he looked seriously at the blond's eyes, "You know I like it rough,"

The boy's mouth almost dropped as he got what he meant, and a smirk ran over Daemon's face. He let out a ringing laughter as he pulled the younger boy closer and tousled him onto the bed.

"Agh!" the boy's scream was full of fear this time.

He could feel the boy try to kick and struggle under him when a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him off.

"You're seriously drunk,"

The person made him roll over to the side as the blond hurriedly jumped off the bed away from him. He let out a disappointed sigh as he sat himself up again. Why did someone have to ruin the fun? He looked over his shoulder and he saw the dark purple pineapple hair beside him. The suddenly serious mismatched eyes, it was just as he expected – it was Mukuro.

"Relax, Ken," he saw his younger brother turn to the blond delinquent, "my brother may be a stupid player, but he knows not to mess with things that are mine,"

It was quick, but a murderous aura seeped out as Mukuro glared at him.

The blond panted heavily and looked at Mukuro and onto him. Daemon smiled as their eyes met and the boy growled. He liked the tousled look of his uniform too (in addition to the masculine/ girly thing he had on); his eyes ran down Ken's crumpled shirt and open gakuran.

"Hn!" the boy noticed and quickly closed his jacket.

Mukuro shoved his arm and scolded him. "Stop,"

Daemon gave a laugh which just made the blond angrier, his face turning red to match the scar across his nose.

"I can't let you stay in this room alone with this guy!" he yelled pointing to him, "Mukuro-san, let me kill him!"

"Hah...," his brother gave a sigh. "It's fine, just let this idiot be,"

The blond refused and kept glaring at him, untrusting. Jeez, was he really that bad? He wasn't going to do anything to his own brother. The thought of touching Mukuro's skin with his fangs almost made him gag.

"Go," his brother ordered, "Chikusa's waiting downstairs,"

Ken hesitated for a moment but let his glare go and headed out the room.

"Tch," he spat before disappearing out the door.

As soon as he was out, Daemon lost it.

"Nufufufufu!," he couldn't help but laugh; for a moment, he really did want to bite that blondie.

"You're such a beast," Mukuro turned to him.

"Not much different from you," Daemon countered. "You have the same blood lust as me,"

There was silence as his brother smiled.

See? He didn't deny it.

"Where were you last night?"

"Oh?" he raised his brows, "you're worried about me?"

For the first time, he noticed how sore he was. Daemon looked at himself and saw that his clothes were in tatters. He was covered in dirt all over, and the right sleeve from his gray sweater was completely gone exposing his bruised skin. Black and blue spots covered his whole body and there was a big one smack on his cheek. He softly touched the swollen spot with his fingers.

"Fufufufu," it was his brother's turn to laugh, "Were you beaten with a baseball bat?"

He flinched and his brother laughed even more. Damn brat from last night actually had a bat with him.

"I couldn't care less about what happens to you. I just want to know if you were going after that."

That? Memories of his late night escapades filled his chest. Of course he was going after that. It was time, after all, to have the hunt after Namimori's secret and expose it – expose it to his fangs and taste the precious, sweet blood running down from his lips and down into his chest.

"I'm telling you," Mukuro spoke up feeling Daemon's blood lust starting to surface, "that it's going to be me who gets to taste it first,"

Daemon looked up and they froze into an alpha male stare.

"Hmph," a smirk appeared on both of their faces.

Really now? His brother's challenging him? Mukuro was still a little kid in diapers; his words are merely words, not a challenge at all.

"Don't say things you can't hold," he smirked.

"Oh?" his brother folded his arms, "says the guy who can't even beat me in basketball. Two years, and I already replaced you as team captain,"

Daemon scoffed. What irrelevant thing was Mukuro bringing up?

"You forgot," his brother gave an irritatingly haughty smile, "we have a game today,"

"A game?!" Daemon jumped of the bed, "What are you talking about?!"

"That's why I had Ken wake you up (before you attacked him). We're playing Shinsei Namimori today at the start of fifth period – a home game,"

Ding. Dong. Dong. Daemon's lips parted as he heard the bell.

"Lunch just ended," Mukuro eyed his panicked expression, "You better get ready,"

He flashed another haughty smile before he left so it could linger in his mind. This kid. Sometimes, his brother could be a brat. He sat back down on the bed and let out a sigh. Heh.

Thoughts of regret started to claw at him. Word must've gotten out about what he did last night. He cast his eyes down and looked at his palms; they were starting to sweat. Maybe it was a mistake to attack the night before he was going to face off Namimori's basketball team?

His hand jerked into a fist. No. He shook the doubtful feelings away. They were coming over here – to their school. His turf.

…...

"Did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

Gossips passed on from voice to voice as he walked through the hallways and into the classroom.

"Someone broke in to Hamada's house,"

"What?!"

"Yeah! That's why he's not here today! I heard he had to go the hospital,"

"Didn't they say he had gashes on his neck?"

"Yeah, like someone clawed him there,"

"That's sick!"

"You know, I heard that all the other students that have been missing lately all went to the hospital too because they were attacked,"

"With cuts all over their body?"

"Probably,"

"I heard that they were all found almost dying. Koneda saw it. She told me she found her sister curled up on the bed in the morning with cuts all over her body. When she went over to wake her, her sister's eyes were rolled all the way back like someone sucked the life out of her! Koneda yelled so loud that her parents had to run upstairs, and when they saw it too, they all started screaming,"

"No!" a girl gasped. "Isn't that Suzuki?! I know her! Is she okay?!"

"I don't know, but the creepy thing was, her sister wasn't bleeding even though she had open cuts. There was no blood on the floor or on the bed, but the doctor told them it was so bad, it's as if her blood was run dry,"

"Ugh!"

"I heard the same thing happen to Sato! He had to be taken to the hospital a few days ago because he wouldn't wake up. I heard from his brother that they said he was anemic, but is that what really happened?!"

"Then Oshiro too! He was sent to the hospital just this morning! I saw it!"

A crease attacked Giotto's face as he heard all the morbid whispers. It's got to be one sick person to be doing all these horrible things. What's worse is that all these incidents seem like they were targeting Namimori's students! There weren't any news about it, only whispers in school. There had to be some meaning to breaking into students' rooms at night; but why did they attack them? Brutally too. The corner of his mouth twisted.

Gashes. Gashes was it? Flashes of Yamamoto ran through his head. He had to personally bandage the boy himself since the school nurse wouldn't even touch him, and he saw them – the cuts. There was a deep flesh wound cutting across from the edge of his collarbone all the way down under his belly button.

More worries – Giotto had immediately recognized them. The type of cut was clean with a distinct jagged pattern. He closed his eyes praying it wasn't the person he thought it was. The break-in into houses, the excessive cuts... This incident happened before. His suspicion only steadied as the words slipped out of their mouths. As if their blood was run dry. This can't be happening again!

"Oomf!" his thoughts flew away as he stumbled back.

The papers in his hands dropped from his hands and scattered on the floor.

"I-I'm sorry!"

Giotto quickly bent down and tried to gather back all his things into a pile.

"Sorry,"

He looked up and and grabbed the piece of paper laying on top of a student's head.

"Sorry," the boy said again.

His brows raised as he saw the familiar face. The boy looked meekly back up at him as he too tried to collect all the fallen pieces of paper. A smile drew on his face.

"Stop apologizing already," he lightly tapped the boy's head, "Tsuna,"

The boy blushed at the call of his name; he was still the same.

"Are you okay?"he took the brunette's hand and helped him up.

"Yeah," the boy nodded. "Here," he held out a stack of papers messily stuck together.

Giotto took it from him but he couldn't help but stare at the small boy. With all the troubles around them, Tsuna could still be his normal self. How was that? Was he just oblivious about it?

"What?" Tsuna noticed that he was looking at him a little too long.

No. It was just him thinking too much.

"Do you have time?" he asked.

The look in the boy's big brown eyes was full of surprise.

"Hm? Sure. What for?"

"Just to keep me company," he smiled, "Don't you want to spend time with me anymore? Or have you already stopped wanting to see me?"

"No!" Tsuna burst out. Giotto almost laughed at his panic, "I still want to be with you! I always want to be with you!"

"Are you sure you won't get in trouble if you skip class?" he teased.

The boy shook his head, "We were given self study since our teacher hasn't come back yet, and Alaude-sempai doesn't take roll when we go to the library,"

"Alaude? Are you sure he won't get mad?" Giotto just couldn't stop.

A frightened chill went down Tsuna's spine as he thought about it. His lips parted as he looked down; after a second, he looked back up.

"No,"

He looked so scared! Giotto patted his head to comfort him. It was good to see that Tsuna still wanted to be with him.

…...

His face was so hot. They headed to the Student Body's office and the whole time, he couldn't control his face. It's been a while since he seen him and he was probably red right now, he knew, but why would Giotto ask that? Of course he wanted to be with him! Whatever chance he got, he always took it.

They used to always be with each other when they were younger and came over to each other's house a lot, but it sounded as if Giotto seemed really disappointed they didn't see each other as much when it was him that drifted apart after he suddenly decided to drop going to his father's church. Once they started attending different schools, it was as if they cut ties completely. Nowadays, it was just him and Yamamoto, and he wasn't even here today. Like Giotto did, he left without saying anything.

"Tsuna"

He looked up from the couch to the spiky blond at his desk.

"What's wrong? You seem like your in pain,"

"Nothing," he looked away. He probably shouldn't tell him what he really thought.

He could hear Giotto sigh as he put down the stack of papers on his desk.

"You don't like this office much, do you?"

He didn't answer. No. All around him was this business like atmosphere set from all the furniture – glass coffee table, cabinets, even the plants, and the desk Giotto sat at. It all just reminded him that he and Giotto were leagues apart, that they were always apart. He suddenly heard him get up from his desk.

"Come on," he took Tsuna's hand and pulled him up from the sofa.

"Woah! Where are we going?!"

He stumbled behind the tall figure as the older boy loosened his tie.

"I'll show you that I haven't become a boring school puppet; I'm still the fun person you remember,"

…...

Fun? He didn't think he was a boring person! Where was he taking him? And what "fun" was Giotto talking about?!

He let the older boy lead him until they ended up in the basketball courts.

"What are we doing here?"

The older boy took off his jacket and set it on top of the bleachers.

"What was the first thing that I played with you when you were small?" he asked as he found a ball lying underneath the benches; a whole bag of basketballs were set aside there for the next P.E. class.

"Basketball,"

Tsuna remembered a younger Giotto. That's right, he snapped his head up and stared at the spiky blond. When he first came over, they went to the park! He even brought his own ball so they could play at the courts.

"Like this," he could remember Giotto saying as he tried to teach him how to shoot a ball, "you have to flick your wrist like this,"

A smile ran across the older boy's face; the same smile he could place from back then when he had come over to Giotto's middle school to watch his game. Yeah, Tsuna nodded remembering. They won that game too. Giotto used to be in the basketball team; he loved it. Heck, he was team captain back then!

"Do you remember what I thought you?" the older boy started to dribble the ball.

He still had that baller swagger in his movements. He was still good! Tsuna shyly stood his ground.

"Come on, Tsuna!" he smiled as he rushed towards him, twisted and laughed as he walked and dribbled backwards. "Play with me,"

He bit his lip as he looked at the older boy's smile. Now that was something he didn't see often. His foot moved on its own and before he realized, he was running and chasing after him.

"Hold on!" he shouted.

…...

"What do you mean he's not here?!"

"They said Oshiro had to be sent to the hospital this morning," one of the guys spoke up.

"Damn it!" Gokudera kicked the trash can to the floor. "What kind of captain is that?! We have a game with Kokuyo today!"

That was the team they faced in the regionals! They barely scrapped a win by two points; they needed their captain! He gritted his teeth as he seethed in anger.

"Calm down, Gokudera," their vice captain looked at him.

The vp's calm demeanor really pissed him off. How could Dino be calm at a time like this?!

"Mizutani and Kuroki are gone today too," Naito spoke up.

"The hell?!" he turned back to the rest of the team, "That means we're missing three of our starters!"

"We might have to forfeit," Dino looked at all of them solemnly. "We have six people missing in the team, we don't even have any reserves to fill in the empty spots,"

Gokudera cussed under his breath. Why was it that so many students were missing?! He remembered that stupid rumor about people being cut at night and being sent to the hospital and cussed even more.

Is that what was happening?! I swear, if I find that asshole whose doing all this shit, I'm gonna send his face six feet down the dirt if we have to forfeit this game! He looked around at all the faces of the team that was there.

Of course, he was the best player, even better than their captain, but his head was too hot to replace him. Plus, there were only four of them in total. Not enough to even start a game. But where they going to find replacements?! And they couldn't just get anyone; it had to be good players! This was Kokuyo they were talking about!

"Hey!"

"Slow down!"

Voices echoed from the other side of the basketball courts. Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythmic dribbling was able to sound through. Someone was playing ball. The hot headed baller's brows wrinkled in curiosity and he started to walk over. Who was playing? He suddenly turned away from his teammates and rushed over to the other side of the fence.

"Gokudera!" one of them called out. "Where are you going?!"

He continued to run ignoring them. As he got to the other courts, there were only two guys playing – a tall spiky blond and a thin brunette.

"I'm just a beginner!" the smaller one called out.

The blond laughed as he jerked his hand and made him miss the ball.

"You can do it," he smiled as he held the ball even higher – unfair because the height difference wasn't enough.

The brunette pouted and jumped.

"Haaah!" he yelled as he smacked the ball.

The ball flew over to the ground and rolled to towards him. He held out his foot to stop the ball and picked it up.

"Sorry," Gokudera looked up to see the taller boy come over.

A natural frown formed on his face as he studied the guy in front of him. He didn't break a sweat even though they were running all over the courts just now.

"Hayato!" he could hear his teammates running over, "Why did you just go like that?!"

As they all caught up to him, the vice captain got his shoulder.

"Are you refusing to play with the team just because we're missing members? We could just ask people to help!"

He slowly turned to his teammate annoyed when another guy from the team spoke up.

"Hey! Aren't you Giotto Vongola?!"

"Huh?" the blond looked at them.

"Yeah! You are!" Julie suddenly got excited.

His teammate embarrassingly went up to him with an amazed face.

"Yes, that's my name,"

What was he so hyped up about? Gokudera looked back at the guy in front of him. Was this guy supposed to be famous? He looked more like one of the school's up tight role models. A total school boy.

"Didn't you use to play basketball back in middle school?!"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Wait, I remember!" another guy spoke up and walked up to the front next to Julie. It was Naito. "You used to be the team captain!"

The boy only gave a charismatic smile.

"Vice-captain! Vice-captain!" his teammate excitedly tapped Dino by the arm, "he used to play really well! All three years when he was the team captain, our middle school won the first place trophy every time!"

"Really?" the bronco looked at the spiky blond in amazement.

"It was the whole team that did their best," the guy tried to sound modest.

"Heh, you sound like a good captain. I'm Dino by the way. Dino Cavallone,"

"Giotto," the two shook hands.

"Do you still play?"

"Not really," he shook his head, "I joined another club. I'm part of the student body committee now,"

"Oh," Dino didn't hide his disappointment. "Well, do you know anyone that still plays? Some of our members our missing and we need to get people to fill in the spots so we can play our game today. From the sound of it, it'll be good if they were in your middle school basketball team,"

Both blonds laughed and a vein popped out of Gokudera's head.

"Actually, one of them still plays, although he only plays street basketball,"

"Oh, no, it's fine! It'll be great if he can come," Dino nodded, "Thanks. Can you call him over for us?"

"Yeah," the spiky blond took his phone out from his pocket.

"Are you sure you can't play?" Naito pouted butting in the conversation. It was obvious he left a lasting impression on him.

"No," the guy waved his hand as he waited for his phone, "I don't play any-"

"You can play!" Gokudera glared at him.

Everyone fell in silence as they all turned to him.

"Gokudera," Dino sternly called out his name to back off but again, he ignored him.

"You can play," he repeated. He threw the ball straight at the spiky blond's chest making him drop his phone. "Play me,"

Crack. The screen on his phone split as it hit the ground. The blond's school boy charm suddenly dissipated from his pretty boy face. That's right. Show your true colors.

"I'm sorry," the vice captain tried to apologize, "you don't have to play him,"

"No," the spiky blond cut him off, his voice flat, "I'll play him,"

…...

What was this? Tsuna couldn't keep his eyes away from Giotto. He really was still good! Did he lie about not playing anymore? Imagine if he did keep playing!

"He really is good," the person next to him noted absently.

Tsuna looked over to see the team vice captain immersed in the game too.

"Was he lying when he said he didn't play?" the long haired blond thought the same thing.

The baller looked over at him and smiled.

"You Giotto's friend?"

"Yeah," he nodded. For some reason, he stared at him funny.

"Do you play ball too?"

"Heh," Tsuna laughed, "No,"

If he didn't see earlier, he was horrible. Whatever Giotto had taught him back then, it didn't stick. The muscular teen looked at him suspiciously.

"You're not lying to me too, are you?"

"Huh?"

"Wooooot!" one of the team members called out. "Giotto-sempai really is great! Admit it, Gokudera!"

The cheery boy jumped from the bleachers as soon as the finishing basket was made – it was Giotto's.

"Woah, Hayato lost," the blond next to to him turned his attention to the court.

Dino followed the other boy and jumped from the bleachers and the rest of the team did the same as they ran to the court. Tsuna walked down following the crowd and came over as the silver haired boy fell to the floor in defeat.

"That was a good game," the spiky blond held out his hand.

As he got there, Tsuna's eyes immediately went over to Giotto. Even though that was a good intense half hour, he didn't look tired at all. His sleeves were rolled up, but there wasn't a single bead of sweat coming down his face. He patiently waited and stood there next to the silver haired hot head, but the baller only looked darkly down at the concrete floor. For a second, he looked like he was going to explode...

Explode in happiness!

"That was awesome!" the boy looked up with his eyes shinning; it looked as if someone stuffed diamonds in them. "You really are good!"

"Thanks," Giotto smiled.

"You have to come to today's game!" he clasped the spiky blond's hand, "You have to! With you, we can definitely beat Kokuyo's basketball team!"

The older boy gave an awkward smile, "No," he still insisted, "that was only a game,"

"But Giotto!" Dino supported his teammate, "You're really good! Gokudera's our best player, and you just beat him! You really should come! We need good players like you if we want to get in the regionals again!"

"But it's an away game isn't it? I have to stay for club activities,"

"But that's even better!" Gokudera's eyes were on fire now, "We can beat the pineapple brothers at their own turf! It'd be the ultimate win over them!"

"Pineapple brothers?" Giotto turned to Dino confused.

"He means Daemon Spade and Mukuro Rokudo," the vice-captain explained, "they're the stars of the other school's basketball team, and I have to say, they really are good,"

…...

His face suddenly got serious again as he heard the name, Daemon Spade. He was in the basketball team?!

"Please!" the boy called Naito clung to his arm making pleading faces. "We need you!"

"I'll go,"

"Please!"

"I'll go,"

"We really want – wait. You will?!"

"Yeah,"

"Awesome!" the boy jumped up and down. "Did you hear that Dino?!"

"Yeah, I heard," the older boy smiled.

"Now we're definitely gonna win today's game!"

Naito kept cheering as he fell deep into thought.

Daemon Spade. He needed to talk to him, but he didn't think his chance would come so soon. Playing him on the court was going to be as close as he was going to get to even exchange a word. That guy always seemed to slip under his nose whenever he wanted to say something but at the game, he wouldn't be able to get away.

"Giotto," someone tugged on his sleeve, "you were amazing,"

He looked down to see Tsuna smiling up at him.

"Thanks," he smiled back.

"It's a good thing we have extra jerseys," Dino cut in their moment, "I'll take them out from the lockers and give one to you before we get on the bus,"

"What time do we have to be here?"

"You should be at the front gates at about half an hour after lunch. Uhm, it's still third period... So that should be enough time to ask your friend if he can come, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I'll ask him,"

"Oh, by the way," the vice-captain pointed to his hand, "no rings. You can't wear any accessories in the game since you can hurt someone. It's just the rules,"

Giotto looked at the gold metal round his finger.

"Well, see you later then," the long haired blond waved. "Let's go," he turned to his teammates and the rest of the guys followed.

As their loud voices faded away, Giotto kept looking down at his hand. The golden metal shined in his eyes as the sunlight pierced through the clouds as if mocking him. The ring seemed tighter as if choking him.

He can't... take off the ring. These were blood rings, and they were law. It was required they had this near them at all times.

"What's wrong?" Tsuna stepped in front of him to view his face.

"Hmn?"

A sudden idea popped into his head as he saw the brunette. He was going to complete two things off his list because of basketball. Thank you, Namimori basketball team.

"Hey, can you take care of my rings for me?" he slipped the two golden metal accessories off his hand.

"Rings? When did you have two?"

"When I decided to buy one for you,"

He grabbed Tsuna's hand and slipped them on his left ring and middle finger.

"Now you're married to me," Giotto smiled as he clasped his hands.

The boy's chocolate brown eyes grew huge. "That's not even funny as a joke!" he tried to pull away.

When he couldn't, he just turned his face away with cheeks turning red.

"I'm not joking," he spoke softly.

Tsuna looked back at him still unsure if he was kidding or not.

"You're supposed to always be with me, right?" he leaned over and kissed the boy's forehead.

"Y-yeah," the brunette's voice wavered.

"Then come to my game,"

"Your game?!" he pulled away again. Giotto pulled him back.

"Yeah, so you can watch me again. I like the way you look at me when I play,"

Giotto was speaking really serious words. He needed to. He's been waiting too long to do this, and everything around him was pushing him to do it. Tsuna blushed not knowing what to say. There was a soft sweetness that blew in the air that invaded Giotto's lungs. Tsuna, his mouth twitched and he immediately wrapped his arms around the small boy.

"Giotto?"

He snuggled his face deep into Tsuna's neck.

"Keep the rings," he let out. It was getting a little harder to speak.

"What are you talking about? Aren't they yours?"

"I told you, I bought one for you. Keep the ring on your ring finger,"

He could feel the heat radiating from the brunette's body as blood started to rush to his face. It was getting hot. He wrapped his arms even tighter around the boy as Tsuna clung onto his back.

"Why?" Tsuna's lips were at his ear.

"Because your mine now,"

You're mine now...

…...

"Agh!"

Yamamoto suddenly shot his eyes open and sat up. A bead of sweat ran down his cheek as he clutched onto the bed sheets.

What was that? The sweet exotic scent waifed in the air. It smelled like... Tsuna.

Tsuna! He thrust his feet off the bed. Was something happening to him?! A hand grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down.

"Easy," a calm voice tried to settle him down.

The voice might have been soothing, but the hand was completely uncomfortably solid as they held him down. He shifted his eyes to look back up at the upperclassman that was set to watch him. The mature pale face remained serene as the teen watched the I.V. bag.

"Don't move too much. You're still getting a blood transfusion for all your injuries," Asari made sure that the I.V. line didn't move.

"Sempai," he called out. "I need to go somewhere,"

"You can't. Not until you finish here. You've lost a lot of blood from last night,"

Yamamoto tried to look around but there were no windows to gauge the the amount of light still shining out.

"What time is it?"

Ding. Dong. Dong. The school bell rang before the older teen could answer.

"School just ended,"

The dark haired teen pushed himself back up again.

"Sempai, I need to go!"

He ripped off the the I.V. before Asari could stop him.

"Yamamoto! Wait!" his upperclassman yelled out. The sound of his voice made the nerves in the dark haired teen's body freeze.

Damn the power of the elites! The yellow eyed teen refused to look back as he begged every fiber of his being to move. He closed his eyes in frustration when a slim hand tapped his back.

"Agh!" the older boy set him on his knees.

"You know that you won't be able to control yourself if you don't have enough blood, right?"

Yamamoto bit his lip.

"I know... I know. But I have to go,"

I can't tell you guys how many drafts I did in this thing! Haha.

Well, anyway, there you guys go :3 There'll be more 8027 in the next chapie :D