Tsuna locked his hands with Primo's and stared deep into his eyes. A bright flame lightened both their faces, yet instantly Tsuna knew something was wrong. Very wrong. Primo shivered and sighed, his golden eyes now dull and pained.

"I don't get it." Tsuna whispered, gripping Primo's hand tightly, "Why I can't transfer my flames to you?"

A look of wonder lighted Primo's eyes. He raised his head and gazed at Tsuna with a strangely breathtaking look on his face. Pulling his hand out of Tsuna's grasp, he frowned.

"I can't do this." Primo murmured softly, "I can't drain your energy."

Tsuna forcefully gripped his hand back, "I will save you. So tell me how to give you my flames. Don't worry." He stared deep into Primo's eyes, "I won't die."

Somebody was trying to approach them. Tsuna did not even look back as he snarled roughly, "Back off, dad. I will save him."

Iemitsu's voice came strangely breathless as he spoke quietly, "You need to find a place. Not in the middle of the road."

A deep chuckle came from Primo as a smile brightened his face.

"He is right, Tsuna. We need to find a private place." Primo requested politely, "As a matter of fact, I had come to know one of those intended destinations for us."

Tsuna nodded in approval as he heaved Primo up gently. Primo staggered, his long cape swishing, as he leaned onto Tsuna. Tsuna merely rounded his arm around Primo gently and gave everyone present a chilling stare.

"I will save him." He repeated severely, "Please do not follow us."

"We will help, Tsuna!" Yamamoto appealed helpfully, yet Tsuna shook his head at him. Primo smiled crookedly, sighing.

"I don't know who to trust anymore. I know it's not okay to think that," Tsuna whirled, and his eyes landed on Reborn, who was still hiding yet discovered by Tsuna, "- but I can't help it. Maybe there will be a time I would be apologizing to everyone in the future – but not now." He felt the weight on him lightened slightly and felt his heart drop, "I have someone more important now. Sorry."

And he departed, flying into the air while gently carrying Primo along with one of his arm strapping the taller guy onto his chest. The sight was bizarre, yet no one laughed.

Reborn lowered his head and took his fedora off in a salute.

"Call me Giotto."

"Huh?" Tsuna was stopping midair while trying to find some quiet places when Primo whispered into his ear. The breath tickled his ear as Tsuna found himself reddening slightly. The sentence had sounded almost seductive.

"Call me Giotto." Giotto repeated, his breath against Tsuna's ear, "It's fair since I call you Tsuna."

"Uh…" Tsuna wavered, and submitted, "Giotto-san, where should we go now?"

Giotto went silent for a few seconds, and spoke, "Do you have money?"

Tsuna shook his head, trying to tell him that he's clad in pajamas when he felt the weight of a wallet in his pocket. His eyes widened uncertainly.

"A wallet appeared in my pocket." Tsuna said truthfully.

"Fast, go to hotel somewhere. We do not have time." Giotto murmured softly.

Tsuna sped up, and landed silently outside a closest hotel. His flames vanished as he guided Giotto into the lobby gently and rushed up the counter.

"I need a room."

"Double bed?" The person asked, taking in Tsuna's pajamas and Giotto's bizarre attire.

"Single." Giotto intervened smoothly before Tsuna had responded. The person nodded without another word and asked for money. Tsuna pulled out the wallet and opened it.

"It's my dad's wallet." Tsuna said, stunned.

Giotto closed his eyes as though as enduring pain as he murmured, "What a nice guy. He knows."

Tsuna did not pay heed to what he had said except for his pained expression. So he quickly took the issued card key and headed to the room without further ado.

Even himself do not know why he was so afraid of Giotto dying.

Was it really because of grandpa's will so he had been determined to save him?

Giotto staggered into the room, his face pale and his eyes dull. As he sank into the bed, Tsuna closed the door with a dull thud and faced him with an anxious face.

"We're here. What's next?"

Giotto searched his face for a few seconds and sighed.

"I have a wild guess." Giotto murmured, "Maybe we weren't close enough."

Huh?

Tsuna stared at him, open-mouthed, as Giotto tried to explain his words.

"Well, you see…" Giotto took a deep breath, "When I was draining Vongola Nono's flames, I was technically inside him. I can be considered as a part of him. I was very close to him. But after I was half-revived, I had my solid body back. The process of revival goes on when triggered, but it was stopped." Giotto looked at him, "I was thinking – maybe we should get closer. My theory was confirmed by your father. He knew."

Tsuna closed his mouth. He looked slightly baffled.

"So, what should we do now?"

Giotto did not answer, "You know I will not drain your flames to the last drop, right?"

Tsuna nodded, "You drained almost all of grandpa's flames. I think rest of the flames is used to stabilize your body… or something."

"You are correct." Giotto closed his eyes, "You will not die from this process."

Tsuna felt indignant, "I don't care if I died." He snapped, suddenly fierce, "I would have given all of my flames to you, if you need them."

Giotto looked surprised, "I am not suggesting that you are a coward." He assured softly, "Maybe I was assuring myself. I will never forgive myself if you die."

"Oh." Tsuna went silent, and spoke up again, "You don't need to. There will be another leader to aid you. My friends would." He said with pride.

Giotto smiled, "But I don't want anyone else but you, Tsuna." He stood up, swayed, and Tsuna rushed forward to hold him. Giotto looked up, and stretched his slender fingers, caressing Tsuna's face with affection.

"I love you."

But his fingers became mist as they went right through Tsuna's cheek. Giotto frowned slightly, "I'll save my confession later. Tsuna, sit."

"Wha-" Tsuna stammered, blushing.

"Sit." Giotto ordered again, this time smiling gently, "I will repeat my words later. I can repeat them thousand times if you like."

"No –"

"Now." Giotto looked amused, "Can you get into your hyper dying will mode?"

"Yea- yea." Tsuna fumbled with his words, "Flames."

Giotto looked at him with a slightly devilish smile. It's gonna be a long night.

A/N: The next scene is going to be... uh. Rated M. I will produce another story rated M just for the scenes. You can read it as a one-shot! :D THANKS EVERYONE FOR THE REVIEWS! Please continue to R&R! Hopefully I will be able to write it soon...