Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.

Beware: this is yaoi, boy x boy. And it has cursing, suggestive themes, violence, ect... Kind of AU; it's set when Giotto was the Vongola boss and where Tsuna and his guardians (and the arcobaleno) exist.

Just a quick note: I have other stories up and have declared that I will update them monthly... But don't worry, this will not be updated monthly. This will be updated more than once a month, maybe two or three times a month, but it all depends on my mood. This won't be forgotten, either. This is my first story I published on this site, and so it is my most beloved, so it will not be forgotten... So yeah. Here's the chapter... :D


There came no reply from the blonde boss, and neither came any movement - no twitching, no flinching, no nothing...

Giotto was unconsciousness. Reborn furrowed his eyebrows, surprised. An enemy ran up towards the two; Reborn took out his perplexed feelings on the enemies, finishing them quickly, getting slightly serious. Then, after that was "cleaned up" the driver came back to them, finally noticing that the passengers were not in the car. Reborn picked up Giotto, throwing him over his shoulders and then walking up to the beat up car - Giotto would be angry about this when he wakes up.

Inside his "sleep" Giotto heard a voice repeat over and over: the game is almost going to begin...

Giotto didn't know where he was. First, he felt someone stab him two times, and then... He somehow ended up here, in this strange place. All around him there were walls that were blank, nothing on them. It didn't matter which way he went, the walls were still there; it wasn't like he was in a closed room, though. It was something more mystical: every time he twitched or blinked, the walls magically changed their form, becoming smaller or bigger, becoming wider or thinner, being on the left or right and so on. Nothing stayed the same in this strange place, making Giotto even more on guard than how he usually was.

Giotto was on guard, yes. But not just because he was in an unknown, strange place; he felt something else in here, something else than him or anyone recognizable. It was a weird feeling, he admitted. The other presence made him want to lower his guard and welcome it with open arms, but somehow, someway, he just couldn't allow himself to do so. Something... Something was wrong, was terribly wrong.

As the scenery changed again, he saw something from the corner of his eye - a light. It wasn't bright and would have been overseen by most people, but Giotto, being who he was, noticed it; he was a mafia boss, for fuck's sake! He wasn't going to allow something like that pass him by. And because he wouldn't let something like that pass him by he began to chase the faint appearance of the light, forgetting about the "walls". He ran through them: they were nothing but illusions. Though Giotto paid no heed for that; he was too busy with the light to be distracted by anything else - he will allow his Vongola instinct to take over that inane matter.

As he ran, the young boss began to feel dizzy... How long was he running? How long has he been here? He felt so dizzy, like he was... Well, he just did not know. He didn't know anything anymore, much less his name; the only thing in his brain was the light, the faint, dim light that was moving around so swiftly, so pro-like. Quite frankly, he was getting annoyed. And much more dizzy.

Why can't I fucking catch up to this light?!

A sudden realization came across Giotto. Why did the light capture his attention so easily? There is only one logically reason for that: Tsuna. Tsuna is, after all, the only way to get Giotto this riled up - G had said that once a very long time ago, about the time when he first found the brunet...

"Tsuna?!" Giotto yelled as he stopped running and just stare at where he had last seen the light.

"Finally." A familiar voice said very sarcastically. "How long has it been? Two hours. Talk about slow."

Right in front of the young boss, the light he had been chasing stood right in front of him. The light morphed into his little Tsuna, but there were few, minor changes in his appearance... There was a flame on his head, for one. And then there were his eyes...

"You are not my Tsuna." Giotto said confidentially, smiling.

"Damn your sixth sense," The look a like Tsuna said. He then sighed, changing form again, this time into his true form - Giotto. Or, to be more exact, a look a like Giotto. He had, like the look a like Tsuna just had, a flame on his head. "This is my true form; don't fret. I won't harm you. For now, anyways."

Giotto gritted his teeth as he upped his guard, probably more so than what was needed. The look a like Giotto laughed, then muttered, "You cannot hurt me for I am you and you are me, but just... A little different. Can you see?" The look a like Giotto smiled lightly, mocking him. "Can you feel it?"

As he said those words, the real Giotto felt his heart pound rather loudly. He also felt the other's heart beat, pounding in sync with his... The two heart beats loudly pounded until they molded into one. Giotto raised an eyebrow, confused yet understanding the situation. "Have you been hurting my sweet little brother?"

"That is a question you must ask yourself."

"But if you are who you say you are, then what I did was just asking myself."

"Aha, you know nothing and yet you speak it all." The look a like Giotto muttered, then looked the other straight in the eyes, moving the conversation to something more serious. "Anyways, we have to talk about the game that will begin soon. Or, in more exact terms, the game that has already begun."

"And this deals with my little brother?" Giotto said, frowning when his look a like laughed at him when finished asking his question.

"...It deals with two skies, and he is one. And you are one, too."

"Tell me - what exactly is happening? My little brother - he has the same power as me? Is that what I saw before? Is that why - "

"Calm down; don't get riled up: I won't answer anything. I am only here to explain the rules to you, and that is it. You must follow them, word by word, or your little brother will be killed by me personally."

Giotto got in battle mode as his brother's life was threatened. "I -"

"You can't protect him from me - from yourself. Not anymore."