Disclaimer : I would like to kindly remind you that I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor its characters. I also don't own Jigoku Shoujo, nor its plot. I'm not taking any JS character though I guess, well for the moment, and the original plot will only serve as inspiration and not as the main plot of my fic so yeah. Please kindly don't sue :3 .

Warning : The story contains Yaoi, which means love between two males. So don't be too shocked by it. Maybe not right now but it will come later. Oh and there will also be slight violence & horror throughout the story, so don't blame me for eventual nightmares lmao.

"Oi, swords-idiot, why did you call us that late and why here?" asked a red-haired man, though not shouting.

"Yare Yare~ Lampo-sama was sleeping so well, really Asari~ why did you wake the almighty Lord up?" mumbled a green-haired man, yawning and stretching his arms.

"Shh… Be quiet. Or else we will wake the neighbors up…" whispered an other voice.

"Well, swords-baka. Just for your information, you are the one who woke us up at three in the morning to come to that park at the other end of Namimori!" said the red-haired again, stressing on some words to show his annoyance. One of them closed his eyes and sighed before replying:

"Please accept my apologizes, Lampo and G. But there is an important thing I want to discuss about… It's about… Alaude-sama…" mumbled Asari. The two others were about to protest until they heard their master's name and decided to shut their mouth. The three of them looked at each other with serious faces until Asari decided to break the silence, speaking in a very serious tone.

"Although we do not want to admit it and he doesn't want to admit it, but Alaude-sama has been acting very strangely lately… He starts to show… emotions," said Asari. He looked at his friends, making sure that both of them were listening to him, and continued. "You all know what would happen right? If he cannot control his emotions…"

"Lampo-sama had heard once but I forgot so…" muttered the youngest one. A few seconds later, a fist hardly smacked his head. Asari sighed.

"G, don't be that rude to Lampo. It is normal for him not to know, since he is quite new after all… And if he hadn't heard the whole story as a whole, well, it's not like he was going to know everything about it. Besides, I was the one who told you that, right, G?" said Asari. G only 'che'-ed and crossed his arms, leaning his back against a tree. Lampo was sitting on a swing, slightly rocking back and forth using both of his legs, rubbing the hurt spot on his head. Asari sighed once again and sat down on a rock.

"He still wasn't home when we went out… I wonder where he is now~" said Lampo.

"He will be back by tomorrow morning I'm sure. Nevertheless I don't really know where he is now. Anyways. We all owe a lot to Alaude-sama. We owe him… our eternal existence…" whispered Asari, as he closed his eyes.

It was in a remote village in the middle of the Japanese countryside that houses were burning. It was in the middle of the night, and the sky was clear. Millions of stars were shining and the bright full moon was shining in the clear sky. This sight was nevertheless impossible to be admired as smoke blurred people's vision and covered the beautiful sky. Women were crying and running everywhere, looking for somewhere to shelter themselves. Some of them had their crying babies in their arms; while others were dragging their children, trying to protect them with their own lives. Children were crying, not understanding what was happening. Meanwhile in the middle of the burned village, the men were fighting with all their strength against the intruders.

A few hours ago, a troop of invaders came to take power over the village. The village became their target due to its prosperous rice fields, its healthy strong men, its beautiful young ladies, its beautiful surrounding and landscape, etc.

However, it seemed like the surrounding wasn't what it used to be anymore. Houses turned to ashes. Imposing bright and frightening flames were devouring the whole village. Countless bodies were spread everywhere on the bloody ground. Desperate screams and children's cries were all one could hear besides the sound of clash of metal and the houses burning.

Asari Ugetsu was one of the youngest men in the village's 'army'. He was 22 and was one of the most respectable men living in the village. He was calm, serene, respectful, gentle, polite, but also strong. He was called 'the prince of swords'. He had always lived in this village since he came to this world with his parents. Being 22, he was as well engaged to the most beautiful young lady in the village, Aya Nishimata. She had long raven hair, her flawless skin was white porcelain, and had the most deep and beautiful yet mysterious onyx eyes. She and Asari were the most 'glamorous' couple of the village, and their wedding was already planned. Everything was planned. The whole village was going to be invited. They were going to have a ceremony at the shrine and then organize a sort of banquet. Asari's Montsukihakama and Aya's kimono were also ready to be used. They were made of the finest silk in Japan, meticulously sewed by Asari's mother. They even already have a house. It was a traditional Japanese house made of wood with a blooming sakura tree in front of the entrance.

However, it seems that the night before their wedding, those bastards have decided to invade the village.

He saw it. He saw that bastard burning their house. Right in front of him! Right in front of his eyes! He saw the house burning into ashes. He saw the blooming sakura tree burning into ashes. That precious sakura tree he had planted together with his beloved fiancee. That precious sakura tree where he had asked her in marriage underneath it!

Then came the most terrifying nightmare right in front of him. An other man. With his archery. Then the arrow fastly yet slowly flying towards his beloved one.

"Aya!"

But it was too late. The arrow slowly penetrated her back to go through her upper body. The top of the arrow finally going out of the body, revealing itself from her chest, made Asari's widened eyes watery. The sight right in front of him was so… painful that he lost his grip on his sword. Slowly falling down to the ground, Asari managed to catch Aya's frele body before touching the ground.

Asari sat down on the ground, crying, looking at his beloved one. It can't be… It can't be…

"Aya… Please wake up… Aya… Our wedding is tomorrow… Aya… Please… Aya…" mumbled Asari, slowly shaking the body in his arms. Gasping as he felt her soft hand gently carressing his cheek, he gently grabbed the soft hand in his hand and interlaced her fingers with his.

"A…sari… Take… care… I… love… you…" whispered Aya, before closing her eyes. Hot tears uncontrollably fell down his cheeks as her eyelids shut in front of him. No, this can't be… This… Sobbing, Asari took her in his arms and burried his head in her hair. This scent, this velvety texture of her hair… This can't be real…

Asari then rose his head as he noticed someone's presence. It was the same man as the one who killed her. He was holding a bloody sword in his hand now and evilly smirked at Asari. Desperate, Asari closed his eyes, waiting for the man to hurt him. He had no purpose to live anymore. She was dead now. Dead! What would he do without her? Life is just impossible without her by his side!

Slowly opening one eye as he realized that the sword never touched his skin, he was surprised as he saw the man already on the ground, lifeless, his mouth opened like a dead fish and his eyes widely opened. Asari opened both his eyes to see a bloody knife planted in his back. He then looked at the hand that took the knife away from the body and looked at the hand's owner.

There stood in front of him a tall blonde man, glaring ice blue eyes with a stoic face. Asari was surprised to see the man's appareance, as he had never seen a foreigner before. He then was surprised to see the man stretching his right hand towards him.

"Come with me," said the man, with a deep and calm voice. Asari looked at him and hesitantly looked at Aya, before looking hesitantly back at the blonde. Understanding the Japanese, Alaude sighed and bent down.

"Listen, herbivore. Do you want to take revenge on those bastards?" Asari's brows frowned at the man's words, and Alaude sighed once again at this. "Hey, look at around you. Fire. Dead bodies. Babies crying. Children afraid. Mothers suffering. Blood. Ashes. All of these belonged to your village. Remember… Remember a few hours ago how they were… how the village was… in peace. When no one was there to ruin everything. When people could still laugh and live in peace…" said Alaude.

Asari felt tears unconsciously run down his cheeks as he heard the older one's words before frowning even more.

"Do you wish… to send those bastards to hell?" whispered Alaude. Asari's eyes widened at this and saw the man stretching his hand once again. "Follow me. Come with me. Promise me that you will dedicate your existence to me forever, and I will send those bastards to hell. And…" Asari looked at Alaude with a confused look on his face as he stopped his sentence. "And I will make sure that your beloved one will go to heaven," said Alaude.

Was he some kind of angel? Was he some kind of god? But he looked… so human! Asari was disoriented now. He doesn't even know what he wants! Sure, he really wants to send all of those bastards to hell… For ruining the village. For killing people. For burning the houses. For destroying people's lives and dreams. For … killing Aya.

Looking at the ice blue eyes once again, Asari doesn't know why, but he felt that he could trust this man. He somehow felt kind of … attracted to him. Not in that way, but more as if they were meant to meet. As if…

"Take me with you," said Asari, holding Alaude's hand. Before standing up, Asari carefully put Aya's body on the ground and looked at her for the last time. Now standing in front of Alaude, the blonde then motioned him to come next to him.

And what happened next, Asari didn't understand what kind of sorcery was it, but looked at the scenery right in front of him with an amazed look. All Alaude did was to graciously wave his hands towards someone as if he was conducting a symphony, and the one pointed at immediately fell to the ground. Now and then, he also waves his hands towards fire and the fire extinguished right after he pointed at it. And in a couple of minutes, the fire was completely extinguished and all of the enemies' bodies were spread everywhere on the ground.

Asari looked at Alaude in admiration, as if he was a God. No, he is a God! His God! Noticing the younger one's stare, Alaude smirked before saying lowly:

"Do you promise me to follow me until the end of times and accept my status as your master?" said Alaude. Asari gulped at the appelation. Master? Him? Being his master? Asari had never thought of being someone's slave, but…

"I do," said Asari, lowering his head. He sadly contemplated at Aya's motionless body and sighed. The blonde, noticing Asari, slightly nudged him with his elbow and smirked.

"Look," said Alaude. He then started to wave his hands graciously once again, as if he was starting a new symphony. And then, a miracle happened right in front of Asari's eyes. Ashes that were houses slowly turned back to houses. The ennemies' bodies slowly transformed themselves into sakura petals, whereas the village's population that was dead slowly stood up. Blood started to get away from their bodies and burned and ripped clothes slowly repaired themselves. The bloody grass slowly became green again and the burned rice fields slowly became greener than ever.

He couldn't believe it. It was a miracle. Asari's jaw dropped and his eyes widened and sparkled as he saw Aya's body starting to stand up again.

"Aya!" cried Asari, as he stretched his arm, wanting to touch her. But much to his surprise, his hand went through her body. Eh?

"You don't belong to this world anymore. You are not human anymore. Those herbivores are going to ressurect from death and all of the damages will be repaired. They are now in process of getting sort of 'repaired', and once all of the reparations will be done, they will all wake up as if nothing happened. They will forget about everything. About the invasion. And about you." Asari's eyes widened at this statement. "They will… live as if you've never existed," added Alaude, before continuing to 'conduct' his symphony again.

"Which means…"

"That this herbivore female ignores your existence now." Asari gasped and sadly glanced at the young lady. This beautiful face… He will never be able to meet her again… And if they happen to meet each other again… They will be strangers. For her, at least.

Asari hesitantly stretched his hand once again towards her and put her palm against her cheek, making sure that his hand doesn't go through her face.

"Sayonara, Aya," said Asari, before turning his back towards her and walk behind Alaude.

Now, all of the bodies are up, but their eyes are still shut. They all slowly walked towards the middle of the village: children, men, women, babies, teenagers, boys, girls, everyone. After making sure by looking to the right and to the left that everything was repaired, Alaude then 'hm'-ed and snapped his fingers and saw everyone slowly walking towards their respective houses. He then looked at Asari and started to walk away from the village, motioning him to follow him using his finger.

"Call me Alaude now. I am the Hell Guardian," said the blonde man, his back facing Asari.

"Call me… Asari, Alaude-sama," said Asari as he lowly bowed at his master.

No long time after, Alaude told Asari to follow him to his first mission. Alaude has explained to Asari his role as the Hell Guardian. But at that time, since internet didn't exist yet, people used a leaf and wrote the name of it, and had to burn it in the middle of the night to call the Hell Guardian.

Asari soon became extremely loyal to his master. He also soon became the one to transform himself into the straw doll that people get when they call for the Hell Guardian's services. He also soon became the one who prepares tea every evening for Alaude.

Someday, though, Alaude told him to follow him 'somewhere'. Asari didn't recall getting any missions at all recently, but obediently followed his master. He was quite surprized as his master took him to Italy, using some kind of super natural teleportation, and saw all around him dozens of men in black suits and women with elegant dresses… spread on the ground, lifeless, all of them being all bloody and pale.

They were in a big European-style ballroom with white –bloody- walls and golden ornaments, large glassy –broken- windows and –ripped- red velvet curtains, huge paintings, golden chandeliers with diamond and crystal hanging on them, all of these contrasted with all of the lifeless bodies on the ground. The sight made Asari feel slightly uncomfortable as he recalled the events in his village. It reminded of the bloody slaughter all around him. The fire. The screaming. The shouting. The dead bodies…

Asari was then a bit surprized as his master kicked some of the dead bodies to the side to make a path and walked through the ballroom. Asari followed his master until the blonde stayed still in front of a large painting and looked at it for a long while. Asari looked at him, questionningly, not really understanding why was his master looking at the painting.

It was the painting of the Swiss Leman lake with the Alpen on the background and grassy hills in front of the alpen, surrounding the lake. The sky was cloudy, yet let a sunshine pass through the clouds. The ray of sunlight illuminated the lake, making the calm water sparkle. It was… beautiful. Asari had never seen a scenery like that in real life, since he had always lived in Japan.

Asari then gasped as he saw his master stabbing the painting with a pocketknife and widened his eyes. Wh-What was he doing?! Wh-Why was he destroying the painting?! O-Oi! Asari widened his eyes even more as Alaude put the knife pocket in his coat's pocket and started to rip the painting using his hands.

"A-Alaude-sama wh-what are you…"

"Hush, look," said Alaude as he ripped a big part of the painting. Asari's jaw dropped as he saw a hidden door behind the painting. How could his master find it?! Wh-why did he go there anyways?

Alaude tried to open the door but was frustrated as he noticed that the door was locked. He then stepped back before abruptly kicking the door, breaking it into pieces. Asari's jaw dropped at the sight.

"A-Alaude-sama!"

"I told you to shut up, herbivore," said Alaude as he went through the broken door. Asari hesitantly followed him and stopped in front of the door to glance through the big hole his master made earlier. He was surprised as he saw his master stretching his hand… towards a young man. He was sitting, curled into a ball, hugging his knees, and was… crying?

Tonight was it. Tonight was the ball his family will be organizing for his 22nd birthday. But there was actually an other purpose his father organized this ball. It was to find the perfect wife for G.

G was the heir of one of the most powerful mafia family in the world. The Millefiore family. His father was the godfather at that time and decided that at the age of 22, G will become the next godfather. But as the boss, he will have to get married to a powerful ally family in order to establish a tighter relationship between both families.

G was happy. He had all he wanted. He had education, enough money to do whatever he wants to, all the women he wanted to, all the things he wanted. He had one of the highest social status in the underground society's hierarchy. He grew up in the mafia world and learned to love every member of his family. He was close to everyone. Although he was very short tempered and stubborn, he was also very loyal to his family and admired his father a lot. When he was 4, he even told his father that he wanted to become his right-hand-man.

The ball was to be held in the ballroom downstairs the mansion. They lived in an extremely large mansion in Italy in the middle of hills, surrounded by the alpen. They were only one hour away from the Swiss border and had the most gorgeous landscape surrounding their mansion. All the preparations were done: the food, the cake, the various fancy pastries, all the fancy pretty plates prepared by the best chefs from Italy and France, the drinks, the decorations, everything was ready. G was quite excited too, since that night, his father will be announcing to all of the bosses of the most important families in the world his decision to appoint his son as the next godfather.

As sun goes down, horse carriages after horse carriages come to the mansion, each transporting prominent families and the bosses of other families with their spouse and their children. G was still in his bedroom, preparing himself, adjusting his tie, but could see the guests coming from his window. He had never been so much excited. To get acknowledged as the official next heir of the familiy by his beloved father was just the best thing that could happen in his life!

After finishing adjusting his green tie, he put his suit jacket on and went downstairs. As he arrived in front of the gigantic mahogany doors in front of him, he slowly opened them and every couple of eyes turned their gaze towards him.

"Ah, G! Father was just making a speech about you! Come here, son!" said his father. G obediently walked towards him and his father threw his arm around his son's shoulders. "My beloved guests! Tonight, my beloved son G turns to the age of 22. And for this…" G's father looked for something in his jacket and took out a box. He opened it in front of his son and the audience: the box had a couple of engagement rings on velvety red cushions. One was bigger and made of platinum with a red gem on it, whereas the other one was smaller but was as well made of platinum. It also had a red gem on it, but also white diamonds surrounding the red gem. "I want you this year to find your other half, G," said his father as he gave the box. "These are the rings that we pass to each generation since your great-great-grand father's generation used them with his wife. Make a good use of it, G," said his father as he pulled his son into a tight embrace. G couldn't help but smile and pulled his father into a tight embrace as well, in front of an extremely touched audience.

As his father pulled out of the embrace, he cleared his throat and looked at the audience once again. "Besides, I also have an other announcement to tell to all of you!" G looked at his father. This is it. This is it! He was going to reveal the fact that he was going to inherit of the title of boss! His father smiled at him and continued speaking.

"With your beloved and warm presence now, in this room, I would like to tell you all that my son, G, will take…" But before the old man could finish his sentence, all of the glassy windows shattered into thousands of pieces, and masked men wearing black suits as well entered the ballroom through the windows. G's father looked at them with a concerned face and walked in front of G.

"G, stay away from this. You know where to hide," said his father in a serious tone, before glancing at his son.

"B-But father I-"

"Don't worry, I will get rid of them," said his father with a smirk on his face. G looked at his father and nodded before starting to run to his hiding spot.

The masked men then took guns out of their pockets and started to shoot everywhere. Glasses, bottles, crystals, bodies, everything was being pierced. Bodies started to fall down one by one. Women high-pitchedly screamed and started to panick. Children cried in fear. Men were all already with their guns, ready to attack the opponents. G's father glared at the fifty-ish intruders in the ballroom before taking two guns out of his pocket.

"You bastards, it was my son's birthday!" shouted G's father, before taking part to the bloody massacre in the room. Bullets flew all across the room. Blood splattered now and then on the wall. Bodies fell to the ground one by one. Cries. Shoutings. Gasps. Screams. All of these horrors were happening right in front of his eyes. Right in front of G's eyes.

He was in his hiding spot, panicked, looking at the slaughter happening in the ballroom. It was so frightening, so panicking! He sincerely hoped that his father won't get hurt, but he knew that he won't. His father was incredible!

At least, that was what he thought. Two men now were the only ones alives, the two of them hardly panting, blood splattered everywhere all over their faces and their bodies, their bodies barely standing straight.

"Giegue famiglia. What the hell are you doing here?! I thought that we made a peace aggreement a few days ago!" shouted G's father, one of his hands holding his bleeding ribs tight. His other hand was holding a gun, already pointed to the other man in front of him.

"Millefiore. Did you really expect me to accept that after the slaughter you made to our family?!" said the other man, hardly panting as well, pointing his gun to G's father as well.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" shouted G's father.

"Huh? Don't you remember the Torino case?! Where hundreds of people from my family got mysteriously killed during a wedding in Torino! It was you! I know that it was your family!"

"Stop saying non-sense!" muttered G's father.

"Die!"

"Traitor!" And both of them, as if they made a mental aggreement, shot their gun at the same time, sending the two bullets touch their respective opponent at the same time. Both of them looked at each other in the eyes before falling down on the mountain of corpses as well.

G couldn't believe it. It all happened here. Right now. His father. His family. They just… They just… got attacked! By-By an ennemy! And… And his father… his father…

"Noooooo!"

"Come with me," said the blonde man, as he stretched his hand towards the red-haired one.

"A-Are you going to kill me as well, just like th-that man did to-to father?" mumbled G. Alaude still looked at him with his stoic face and slightly shook his head.

"I have no interest in killing people. I send them to Hell," said Alaude. G frowned and glared at the blonde before standing up.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Are you insane?! What the hell?! My family, my father just got slaughtered and you come to see me to say such nonsense things?! Go fuck yourself then!" shouted G.

"Look," said Alaude, sighing. Alaude then walked out of the secret corridor, not even bothering to look at Asari and waved one of his hands towards G's father's corpse. Asari widened his eyes as he recognized this gesture and looked at the red-haired who just popped out of the door's hole. He could see it. His red eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

"Your father will repose in peace…" said Alaude, as he waved once more his hand towards G's father before the corpse transformed itself into hundreds of sakura petals. "…While these bastards…" Alaude continued, waving his hands now towards the masked opponents. "… will go to Hell," said Alaude, as he snapped his hand. Right after this gesture, all of the ennemies' bodies burst into flames and their corpses transformed themselves into ashes.

G's eyes widened at the sight right in front of him. One by one, all of his ennemies… burst into ashes. And his family's members… became sakura petals… He couldn't believe it. He pinched his cheek, thinking that he was probably dreaming, until he found out that he wasn't. He wasn't dreaming. He wasn't dreaming! All of these were really happening!

"Swear that you will become my subordinate and will stay by my side forever until the end of times," said Alaude, glaring at G, while his hands were still 'conducting' the symphony. G gulped and looked at the Japanese whose presence, until now, was being ignored. Asari looked at him dumbfoundedly for a while before smiling and slightly nodding at G. The red-haired blinked a few times, looking at the Japanese, before coming in front of Alaude, take his hand and kneel in front of him.

"I will serve you and I will stay by your side until the end of times," said G, as he kissed Alaude's hand. The blonde looked at the red-haired before nodding and continuing his symphony.

"Alaude," muttered the blonde. G then stood up and bowed in front of Alaude.

"Alaude-sama," said G, before walking towards Asari. Asari looked at him and warmly smiled at him.

"Welcome, G-san. My name is Asari," said Asari.

"J-Just call me G…"

"Wh-Where am I…" mumbled a green-haired teen, as he woke up and slowly opened his eyes. It took him a while to rememeber the facts and to realize his situation. He was in a dull gloomy room, more like a dungeon, and was tightly tied with a thick rope, plus there was a cloth in his mouth. He was still laying on the ground, and mentally gasped as he saw that figure at the other end of the room. It was more like a shadow, since the room was very dull, but he could recognize him. Even when he is only presented as a shadow. The man who kidnapped him.

The teen didn't move an inch as he noticed that the kidnapper didn't seem to notice that he's awake. He stayed still and scanned the dull room with his green eyes. It was very dark. And dirty. And humid. And cold. The walls were made of dark grey stones and the only light provided in the room was the moonlight that barely goes through the small window.

The teen's heartbeat stopped as he saw the kidnapper turn his head and smirk widely at him. He immediately shut his eyes, pretending to be sleeping, and gasped as cold metal brushed his cheek's skin. Opening his eyes widely, Lampo mentally screamed, since he couldn't due to the cloth in his mouth. There was a knife, a very sharp knife just stuck to his cheek, right now, he's going to die!

"Hm? Seems that Lampo-sama is awake now," said the kidnapper, smirking, as he trailed his cold knife on Lampo's cheek. The teen trembled and tensed, and the knife's coldness made the situation worse. The kidnapper approached his face towards the green-haired and smirked. He then put his knife in his pocket and abruptly took the cloth out of Lampo's mouth.

Panting, Lampo was relieved that he took the damn cloth out of his mouth. He could barely breath with that cloth in his mouth! At the sight of Lampo suffering, the kidnapper's grin was now wider than ever and cupped the teen's cheeks with his hand. He then approached his face to the teen but stopped and screamed as Lampo bite his hand.

"Holy shit that fucking hurts! Do you really want to die, fuck face?!" shouted the kidnapper, kicking Lampo's body. The teen screamed in pain at this and let a tear scroll down his cheek. Seeing the drop, the kidnapper blinked and his smirk grew again on his face. He took his knife out of his pocket and put the tear drop on his knife's blade. Lampo, trembling, sobbed as he saw his kidnapper lick the tear drop from the blade and smirk again. He swore that he could pee on the spot if he wasn't 17 years old! That man was way too scary and frightening and evil!

"Where is Lampo-sama?!" shouted the teen. The kidnapper's smirk grew wider and lowly chuckled before he burst into uncontrollable evil laughter. He then bent down to grab Lampo's chin and made the teen face him.

"Call me Ghost," whispered the man, before punching Lampo in the guts. The poor teen choked at the blow and started to cry.

"Have…to… resist…" mumbled Lampo, making Ghost laugh even more. Lampo then burst into tears and started to run towards Ghost, his head slightly lowered, as if he was attacking him with his head, just like a bull.

"How dare you laugh at Lampo-samaaaaa!" screamed Lampo, before Ghost grabbed him by his hair and threw him against the wall.

"Tch, kiddo. Listen, I don't have time to play with weaklings and cry-babies like you," said Ghost, kicking Lampo's back. "I kidnapped you and told your parents that if they wanted you back alive… They would have to give me a ransom…" said Ghost, smirking. "But I never told them that I wouldn't…" Ghost approached Lampo's ear and whispered huskily. "That I wouldn't… make you feel good, Lampo-sama," whispered Ghost as he carressed Lampo's cheek. The teen's eyes widened at this and trembled as he felt Ghost's hot breath brushing his cheek's skin.

He wanted to be free. He wanted to get rid of those damn ropes. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to punch that damn Ghost. He wanted to run away. He wanted to go back home. He wanted to see his parents again. He… He…

Lampo's eyes widened even more and gasped as he felt a cold hand wandering on his tights. No no no no no, this can't be happening! Th-This was cruel! He-he was just a psychopath! D-Don't! No!

"D-Don't touch…me…" muttered Lampo. Ghost stopped his hands and arched an eyebrow before bending down and licking Lampo's neck.

"Don't say that if your body doesn't agree, Lampo-kun," said Ghost as he unbuckled Lampo's belt. Lampo couldn't believe it. He was going to get raped! By an unidentified pedophile mean insane crazy smelly psychopath! Lampo started to move his body, trying to get rid of Ghost's hands. Damn ropes around his body and his ankles!

Lampo gasped as Ghost finished getting rid of his belt and pulled his pants down. No! Stop! Lampo was already crying, desperately praying God that someone would miraculously save him from this hell! He didn't do anything! He didn't deserve to be treated like that! All he did was being a lord and… and… that's it! Why him?! Why not other lords in other countries?! This was way too much for him. His heart stung even more and more and more hot tears fell down his cheeks as a huge cold hand stroke his member.

"Pedophiles are so disgusting that I want to spit on them and burn them alive," said a cold deep voice. Both stopped moving as they didn't recognize this voice, and Lampo widened his eyes as he saw a tall blonde man standing behind Ghost. Ghost turned his head back towards the man and stood up, throwing Lampo to the ground.

"Who the fuck are you?!" shouted Ghost. The blonde didn't move an inch nor didn't change his facial expression.

"God," answered the blonde, before grabbing Ghost's hair and pinning him to the ground. The intruder then made Ghost face him and whispered to him: "Prepare yourself to have a taste of Hell, herbivore," said the blonde before throwing Ghost to the ground. He then kicked the pedophile in the guts and in the face before he started to graciously wave his hands towards Ghost. And after snapping his fingers, Ghost's body was suddenly surrounded by a purple bright flame and became ashes.

Lampo stared dumbfoundedly at the blonde. Who was he? Did the Gods listen to his prayers? Then is he… some kind of angel? Without wings? Or is he really God? The blonde turned his gaze towards Lampo, raised his hand and moved his finger, as if he was motioning people to come towards him. And in fact, two other men who were hiding in the shadow came: one of them was red-haired and the other one looked… Japanese. Lampo looked at them as if they were aliens and the scary blonde pointed his finger towards him, making the green-haired tremble. Was he going to be killed as well?

"Get rid of the ropes around him," ordered the blonde. The two nodded and came towards Lampo. Lampo's eyes widened. Were they… saving him? After the ropes finally went off Lampo's body, the green-haired suddenly remembered a detail…

"D-Don't look at me!" said Lampo, as he hid his groin with his two hands. The red-haired and the Japanese stared at him and blinked a few times before the Japanese burst into a cheerful laughter.

"Maa, maa, sorry then!" said the Japanese before turning his back towards Lampo. The red-haired did the same and sighed.

"Oi, Alaude-sama, what are we gonna do with him?" said the red-haired. The blonde arched an eyebrow and walked towards Lampo, who, fortunately, just finished buckling his belt. Lampo looked at him and was confused as the blonde stretched his hand towards him.

"Come with me, until the end of time," said the blonde. Lampo blinked again at him and hesitantly took his hand. "Promise me that you will stay by my side and remain loyal to me until the end of time," said the blonde, again. Lampo didn't really understand why, but the two men who were helping him earlier, standing behind the blonde, were nodding at him. Taking their gesture as an advice, Lampo hesitantly nodded.

"Call me Alaude."

The three of them sighed at the same time and looked at each other.

"It's been quite a long time, now, right?" said Asari, lowly. The two others nodded. "It's been now more than 200 years that I am with Alaude-sama, I wonder how old he is now…"

"When we think about it, we are all so old but we still have the same apparence as we had when we first met Alaude-sama," said Lampo. Asari nodded.

"Yes, it was when you agreed with his proposition that he made you immortal," said Asari.

"I really wonder why can't Alaude-sama show his emotions… I wonder how he became the Hell Guardian," mumbled Lampo.

"His past… I ignore it. But all I know is that… if he happens to not be able to control his emotions and send people to Hell for his own sake… He would… also be sent to Hell," said Asari, as he lowered his head. The two others tensed and gulped.

"R-R-Really? B-But wh-why and h-how? I mean who would send him to Hell?!" cried Lampo.

"Shut up, stupid lord, or the neighbours would wake up!" G whispered, loudly. Asari slightly chuckled at them before standing up and looking up to the sky.

"It would be… Hell's God," said Asari.

"B-But isn't he Hell's God?!" asked G.

"No, he is just the Hell Guardian. He has the power to send people to Hell, either for justice just like he did for us, either when he gets a request by someone. But he cannot send someone to Hell just because he wants to. If he does, he would be sent to Hell by his 'master', Hell's God," said Asari. "I've never met him though."

"I just don't want to meet him at all~" said Lampo, yawning and stretching his arms.

The three of them turned their heads at the same time as they heard birds chirping on a tree. The sky started to brighten a bit and more and more birds started to chirp.

"I guess it will be sunrise soon, let's go home," said Asari, before walking away. The two others followed him behind his back and the three of them started to walk back home.

A.N. : Okay sorry this was short, EXTREMELY SHORT, but I needed to update. Because I don't know. And when I think about it I have like 6 essays to write for monday but instead of it, I update. LOL.

Anyways. So yeah. I didn't have much ideas for Lampo's story, but for Asari's one I don't know I was extremely inspired. And don't mind G being part of the Millefiore family I just needed to put him in a family. Not the Vongola though because there is Giotto. But I looked for Gokudera's family name (well his original family, you know) but I couldn't find it anywhere! Does anybody know the name ? :S (10/11/12 ~10:35pm GMT+1: I mean Gokudera's 'mafia' family name, not his family name as ... on his ID card. And I know that Gokudera is his family name and that Hayato is his first name But that's why I want to know his mafia family name. Couldn't it be the Gokudera famiglia? LOL)

And Alaude pretending to be God. LOL. And G well he might be a bit OOC but I tried to make him 'loyal-puppy' like Gokudera towards Tsuna, but here G towards his father.

I would like to thank you all, especially gale, aprildiamondil and DarkYukina Chii55 (YES I KNOW IT'S QUITE ODD TSUNAYOSHI VONGOLA LMAO and no he doesn't love Giotto, he just admires him .) for reviewing, and NFGdP for favoriting :3

Now the questions are: Who is the Hell God? Where is knuckle? D: (LOL), Will Alaude go back home? Where did he go?

Please R&R! I really want to know how my fiction is going on! D:

Ciaossu~

MINOR UPDATE 09/11/12 ~06:15pm GMT+1 : ERMAHGED I made two, TWO unforgivable mistakes. Thank you so much to the reviewer 'Guest' who pointed out two mistakes :

- "whispered Alaude..." when it was Asari talking

- "Tsuna's jaw dropped at the sight" when it was Asari again

I corrected them as soon as I saw the review, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I panicked so much... I was in English class and when I saw an email from FF mentioning your review I was like CRAP, and immediately changed it from my phone xD. Thank you so so so so so much, too bad that you are just a guest :( If you had an FF account I'd do something for you :[ Sorry for the readers who've read before I updated, I know that these mistakes could have lead to misunderstandings or confusion so yeah. I'm extremely sorry for that inconvenience, I guess I was sleepy to the extreme when I was typing it lol. Anyways, gomen gomen gomen gomen once again! And sorry Asari that it only concerned you boohoh TT

OTHER MINOR UPDATE 10/11/12 ~12:10am GMT+1 : AGAIN I SPOTTED AN OTHER MISTAKE D: I wrote :

"He was 25 and was one of the most..." - I wrote 25 instead of 22 TT I corrected it now, again EXTREMELY SORRY! *bows and kneels and bows again*