Chapter 3:

The Friend from Canada

Tsuna was in his room when he heard the door bell ring. He almost flew down the stairs to get it since the person outside was pushing the button like an insane person who wants to freak everybody in the house out. Besides, Kyouya will definitely kill the person if he's the first one to get to the door.

He opened the door and gaped when he saw an old friend, Byakuran.

"Byakuran?" he blinked.

"Tsunayoshi!" Byakuran leaped to Tsuna and kissed him right then and there.

Tsuna blushed like hell when Byakuran finally let go of him.

"Let's go out on a date!" Byakuran said happily.

Tsuna stared at his friend from Canada. "Byakuran, what are you doing here?"

"Visiting you, of course!" the white-haired guy said happily.

Tsuna sighed. "Come in." he opened the door wide open for his friend to enter. "Have a seat. Wait for me here while I go get changed."

Byakuran just chuckled as he sat on the sofa near him.

Tsuna walked back to his room. He stripped his clothes before going to the shower.

(^_^)

Kyouya looked at the white-haired guy sitting on one of the sofas up and down.

The guy is a smiling freak and it annoys him to the bones.

"Hello!" the white-haired freak waved at him but didn't bother to stand up.

Kyouya just glared at the guy. He saw it when the freak kissed Tsuna and it made his blood boil to the highest level he had never imagined.

"I'm Byakuran Millefiore." the freak continued to blabber about.

"Piss off." Kyouya just said.

Byakuran smirked. "Wow, seems like my darling Tsuna has a jealous of a boyfriend." he mocked.

Tsuna toppled behind Kyouya with a loud thud when they hit the floor.

"Ow!" Tsuna whined as he sat up.

Kyouya glared at Tsuna. "Watch your step, bastard." he ridiculed.

Tsuna backed up. "I-I'm s-s-sorry, K-Kyouya-san! I didn't mean to-"

Tsuna was cut off when Byakuran grabbed his upper arm and dragged him out of the house.

Kyouya was left kneeling on the floor with knitted eyebrows. Damn bastards…

( _ )

"What did you do that for?" Tsuna asked when they were in Byakuran's car. "I was apologizing!"

"Well, that bastard doesn't seem to care so why bother, right?" Byakuran said with his usual angelic smile.

"Seriously, Byakuran, how can you be sadistic when you have an angelic face?" the brunet asked more to himself than to Byakuran.

Byakuran just laughed. "Well, that's just me, Tsuna."

Tsuna sighed in exasperation. His friend really is like this ever since they first met in Canada almost eleven years ago.

Flashback…

Tsuna was in the library of the school/hospital for kids with sickness, reading his favourite series, "Sherlock Holmes", when he noticed a boy lying at the corner of the room. He ignored it for a while since the said boy wasn't really doing something bad but he suddenly jumped when the white-haired boy talked.

"Stop staring." the boy said.

"I'm not staring." Tsuna answered in irritation.

The boy sat up and looked at Tsuna from head to toe. "You sure are cute." he said with an angelic smile. "I'm Byakuran Millefiore."

Tsuna looked at the hand the boy offered before taking it. "I'm Tsunayoshi Sawada but you can call me Tsuna." he said. He took a bottle of hand sanitizer from his bag and gave it to the boy. "Use this to clean your hand."

Byakuran stared at the bottle. "Why? You should be the one using that, you know."

Tsuna was confused. "What do you mean?"

"My body is technically composed of everything dirty right now."

Tsuna narrowed his eyes. "You have HIV-AIDS too?"

Byakuran looked amused. "Wow, you're quick witted."

"Nah… it's just that I'm also a victim of the said sickness."

"You were raped?"

"No. Blood transfusion."

"Ouch!"

"What about you?"

Byakuran's face turned serious. "I was raped by my bastard of a father."

Tsuna looked dumbstruck. "What?"

"My dad raped me and the bastard didn't know that he was an AIDS carrier."

Tsuna flinched at Byakuran's choice of words. He had never thought that a father could do such things to his child. "When?"

"When I was still weak to put up a fight." Byakuran said matter-of-factly.

"How old are you?"

"Twelve, more or less."

"So, you're my older brother then."

"Huh? How old are you?"

"Ten."

"What? You're so young! When did you get the disease?"

"When I was six, I think."

"What the hell!"

Tsuna laughed at Byakuran's reaction.

Since that time, the two of them had become best of friends. Whenever Tsuna was in trouble, Byakuran comes and rescue him and whenever Byakuran does something wrong, Tsuna comes and hits his head upside.

Flashback ends…

"You're in your own world again, Tsuna." Byakuran stated while still driving.

"How long do you think will I still last, Byakuran?" Tsuna asked while staring out of the window.

Byakuran fell silent. "You know, Tsuna, nobody could ever tell you how long you'll last in this cruel world. You'll be the one to hold on to the choice. The reason that you're still fighting is still here. Hold on for as long as you can so I can live with you for the longest time I can ever have."

Tsuna looked at his friend. "As long as you're still here, I'll hold on even if it hurts so much." he said as he held Byakuran's hand.

Byakuran smiled at him.

(-_-)

"What are you doing here, Kyouya?" Daemon asked while typing something in his laptop.

"Nothing in particular." Kyouya answered as he sat on the sofa opposite where Daemon was sitting.

"How's Tsuna?" the older man asked, still not looking at his nephew.

Kyouya shrugged. "Who cares about him?"

"I care so answer my question properly." Daemon finally looked up at Kyouya with death glare.

"He went on a date. Happy?"

Daemon chuckled. "Well, Tsunayoshi had always been beautiful."

Kyouya raised an eyebrow. What the fuck's in his mind. Perverted bastard.

"Seems like somebody is jealous." Daemon teased.

Kyouya glared at his uncle. "Shut up, stupid bastard."

Daemon just laughed. "Well, it really seem like you're jealous out of your wits."

Kyouya's glare intensified but Daemon didn't mind.

"You know you like Tsuna more than just a friend even if you keep saying that you hated him because of the death of your parents and siblings."

"Shut up!" Kyouya said between gritted teeth.

"By the way, use rubber in case you lost control, okay?"

"Bastard."

Daemon let out a mischievous laugh.

"Damn Bastard." Kyouya said as he stood up and walked out of the room.

Daemon continued what he was doing with a happy smile. Looks like somebody's gonna be fucked HARD tonight… Be ready, my dear sweet Tsunayoshi… He chuckled at the thought. Giotto, looks like your son is just like you. He'll be a great uke just like you. And, Alaude, you're son is just as jealous as you are, you fucking bastard.

(^^,)

"Take that, you fucking bastard!" Byakuran screamed as he sent another blow to the outcast's jaw. He and Tsuna had been walking in that alley when three outcasts tried to rape his Tsuna.

Tsuna was still sitting on the floor like a scared kitten. "Kill them… Kill them… Kill them…" he said like a mantra.

Byakuran knelt in front of Tsuna, regretting what he had said back when they were still young. If somebody tries to rape you, kill them. He grabbed Tsuna and embraced him tightly. "I'm so sorry, Tsuna."

Tsuna looked up at Byakuran. "Kill them…"

"No, Tsuna, there's no need for that. They're as good as dead."

Tsuna looked hesitant then nodded. "Thank you."