Behold readers! You're author is full of crack! Lol, I had so much fun writing this chapter. I hope it was worth making you guys waiting for so long.

About the character drawings of Mare, Lia and Mitchel well... I still haven't completely finished them. I'm a bit embarrassed about them but then again, I probably wouldn't give a shit. I keep telling myself that I will draw them no matter what!

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. Probably never will *cries*

Elena was mad at Daemon before because of his rocky relationship with the children. He was a kind man but he had his flaws; he carried a certain amount of arrogance – not too much that most nobles had that would strike you as irritating – and ignorance of little things, such as children. He was born a Noble. She doubted if he had ever been close to other children because as far as she knew, his childhood was a sheltered life. He was kept away from anything and anyone that was deemed useless, unworthy and threatening.

She was fourteen when she met Daemon. It was at a party filled with snobbish people and Elena was tired of it. She was standing at the far side of the grand hall, barely listening as other young girls gossiped and giggled around her. How could they laugh so daintily in their fine dresses, talking about their beaus and interests when people outside this hall are suffering? Elena, who was taught at a very young age that Nobles are far superior than peasants, hardly cared if she was a Noble or not. She helped whenever she can but despaired that no matter how much she did, nothing changed. People still suffered in poverty, becoming poorer by the day while aristocrats got richer and richer.

Without thinking, she balled her fists up and went outside, hoping that the cool air would calm her down. Surprisingly, there was a boy. He leaned against the railing, staring wordlessly up at the dark starry sky. This boy soon came to be known as Daemon Spade. Her first impression? Bigheaded. Proud and mighty he was yet open-minded. She had to admit that they got off at the wrong start but eventually, they became friends and then… lovers. She had to remind herself that Daemon still had a few things to learn. He may have grown up from the young boy she met years ago but he still had a lot to learn. This was why she gave him the cold shoulder until he learned to treat children nicely.

She thought by the next time she saw the children again, things would get better. Unfortunately, someone told her about the incident at the Enollavac Academy. She got wind that Tsuna and the others were involved in it and demanded a full report. While she didn't know the details why they were sent there, she couldn't believe that the men had sent them away. If anything, she was sure it was a guilt-stricken Giotto that decided this. Being Giotto, he would have felt guilty for dragging in young children into a dangerous world and would have pushed them away even if it hurt.

It was an act of goodwill yet it didn't stop Elena from getting mad at them.

Did they even consider what the children thought? Obviously not. So, after receiving a letter from Giotto that they were coming to visit her and hold a meeting at Wales, Elena planned for a way to punish them. It was a bit childish, she'll admit, but it was for the best. It was a small little thing to plan this party but it was enough to make things complicated.

Back to the present, Elena listened as Ryohei talked about their extreme stay at the Academy. He talked about their classes, the food, the dorms, their teachers and their classmates. Elena listened to all this with a smile. But when Ryohei came to the part where they had an event called "Capture the Flag" Hayato clamped his hand over his mouth, starting a fight between the two boys.

Curiously, Elena wanted to know more and was about to ask when the doors opened and several maids walked in, carrying parcels. Elena smiled widely and got to her feet.

"What's going on?" Lambo asked.

Hayato and Ryohei stopped fighting and looked at her. She giggled and clasped her hands together excitedly.

"I've got gifts for all of you as well!" she said. A maid handed her an indigo one with a white ribbon. "Chrome, come here dear," Elena said. Tentatively, Chrome approached her. Elena gave her the parcel.

"What's this?" Chrome asked shyly. Elena tucked a strand of Chrome's hair over her ear, smiling softly.

"Your party clothes for tonight. Go on, open it." She watched as Chrome opened her gift first. The girl's eyes went wide as she held a lovely white dress with indigo frills.

"This… this is for me?" she asked, her eyes wide. Despite the clothes she wore right now, which was finely made, it was rather plain. Compared to the dress she held in her hands, it was the most beautiful thing she was ever given.

"Uh-huh!" Elena patted her head. "It's yours to wear dear. Come on now boys, let's get you all ready for tonight!"

~ Vongola Famiglia ~

Mare and the other servants were sorting out the luggage after they left their charges with Miss Elena. Lia was in the kitchens, helping to prepare for the sudden party that will come in the night.

"So the servants can attend the party as well?" Mare asked Mitchel as they lifted a heavy trunk upstairs.

"Only us, since were the personal servants of the children," Mitchel said as he opened the door. Setting the trunk down, Mare glanced outside the window. He watched as birds take off to the sky. Mitchel dusted his hands and craned his back.

"If you're worried about what to wear, don't sweat on it." Mitchel fixed his left cuff.

Mare turned to him. "Why? Do they assign us what to wear?"

"Pretty much. Besides, the Masters have a sense of style so don't worry about being embarassed out there," Mitchel grinned. Mare gave him a dubious look. Mitchel sighed and raised three fingers.

"One, they have flare. Two, they're the most eligible bachelors in the Mafia world and three, they're Vongola!" Mitchel told him in way as if everyone knew of this.

"I just hope I won't end up with a ridiculous hairstyle in the shape of a fruit," Mare said.

Before Mitchel can say anything (or throw anything) at him, voices filled the hall from the other side of the door.

"I can't believe this!" Mitchel stilled as he recognized his Boss' voice. Curious and unable to resist, Mitchel placed an ear on the hard wood.

"Is eavesdropping part of the job too?" Mare asked from behind him. Mitchel scowled but otherwise didn't say anything.

Mare pressed his ear on the door beside him and both of them listened.

"How is it that we aren't invited to the party?" Giotto whined. "We own this place anyway!"

"Technically, Elena's lent us this mansion. It's Vongola in name but its still her family's." They heard Lampo say.

Recognizing a growl, which was G's, they heard him say "Not helping stupid brat!"

"Everybody else is coming but us?" Giotto's voice sounded close. "If that's the case then we're breaking in!"

"Pray and tell why we should do something as stupid as that?" G asked.

"Maa, maa G. I think it's a bit unfair when everyone, including the servants, are invited except us," Asari said.

"Let them enjoy the party! What's it got to do with us?" G retorted.

"The banquet hall will probably be full of Ladies…" Lampo trailed off and a horrible silence ensued, along with the halting of their footsteps.

"Shit." Was all that G could say.

"Elena isn't that cruel right?" Lampo said uneasily.

"She isn't… but that doesn't mean she'll try and make it hard for us." G scowled.

"They'll tear them apart!" Giotto cried.

Footsteps were nearing and Mitchel thought it was time to go. He paled a little when he realized that they were in the Boss' room and that the only way out was through the window. It wasn't even an option for the ground was ten feet below. Nope, he wasn't crazy to break his neck yet.

Hearing their footsteps end just in front of the door, Mare made a decision that would probably earn him some very sore fingers.

Giotto opened the door to see an empty room. His luggage packed neatly away. G, Asari and Lampo followed him inside. As soon as the door was shut, Giotto started pacing.

Asari laughed nervously. "You really don't think that they would… you know?"

G shook his head. "We're talking about rich, flirtatious young women who are after our asses Asari, I think they would."

"We can't let them face those…those…" Giotto couldn't find a word that would describe such a person. Although in our time, they would be called as fangirls.

"Think of the scandals those women would spur if they found out we have kids who look like us," G groaned.

"Lampo-sama completely blames our Boss." Giotto ignored his Lightning Guardian.

"We're going to have to protect them," Giotto said with finality.

"Hey blondie, if you haven't noticed, we can't exactly waltz in there and become knights in shining armor. Elena would kill us." G crossed his arms.

"Perhaps a disguise?" Asari suggested. "As long as we're not recognizable, we'll be fine won't we?"

Giotto walked right up to his Rain Guardian and startled him greatly as he grabbed his hands in his own, with his blue eyes shining brightly. "That's brilliant Asari! I don't know why I didn't think of that before!"

"Maybe because he was thinking of a more grander entrance," G murmured to Lampo.

"All we have to worry about is what disguise to use…" Giotto rubbed his chin thoughtfuly.

"Think about that later. Can you hear that?" G said, jerking his head towards the door.

They listened as the great front doors opened and voices that without doubt, belonged to the bosses of the neutral families. Giotto's expression turned grim.

"You're right G, I'll think about this later. Come," he took his mantle from the closet – the true reason why he came to his room and slipped it on his shoulders.

"How do I look? Intimidating enough to tame them down?" Giotto asked his guardians.

"Impressive as ever Giotto," Asari complimented him.

G snorted. "Please, who needs to intimidate them when we have Alaude and Daemon?" he said.

Giotto smiled. "You're right G, with them around there's no need for you to glare at them. Take a break and relax those facial muscles – woah!" G threw a pillow at him but he ducked it with ease, chuckling as he did so.

G scowled and crossed his arms, not saying anything.

Giotto turned to his youngest Guardian. "Well?" he asked Lampo with a smile.

Lampo looked him up and down and said, "You look a bit fat."

G hit him in the head. Asari chuckled at the antics of his friends. Feeling the cold breeze on his skin, he turned towards the open window and for a moment, thought why it was opened. Before he can think further, Giotto had already plastered his boss look on his face and was ready to leave. Deciding to forget the window, he followed the rest of them out with G having Lampo in a headlock.

As the door shut with an audible click, fingertips that were barely seen grasped the edge of the window. Dangling ten feet up in the air, Mare had one hand on the window, the other around Mitchel's collar. The moment he heard the door shut, he braced his feet against the wall and hurled Mitchel inside, swiftly hopping through it.

He had to dodge as Mitchel tried to kick him out of the window.

"Never. Do. That. Again."Mitchel seethed.

Rubbing his sore fingers, Mare nodded. "Won't be doing that for a while," he agreed solemnly.

"Mare!"

"What?"

~ Timeskip ~

Tsuna looked at himself in the mirror. Despite the whole 'saving the world' going on, Tsuna felt that he looked pretty good. His white shirt was topped with a dark orange vest and a black tie. The sleeves were bound to his wrists by leather bracers. His black shorts ended at his knees and where his boots reached just below them. He turned around slowly. His outfit was so simple, yet he liked it so much.

Fingering the Vongola insignia on his bracer, he suddenly felt like someone was nearby. He looked around but found no one.

Turning back to the mirror, he bit his lip. He still doesn't have a present! What should he do? What should he get? The others had already given theirs and even if she didn't mind not receiving a gift from him, he still wanted to give her one. His friends also believed that he was saving his for last.

Damn.

Pushing his bangs aside, Tsuna took a great sigh and exhaled. He should worry about the present (and the whole world) after the party. It would do him no good if everyone could tell he was worried about something.

A soft knock on the door, followed by Chrome's soft voice called out to him, "Boss, everyone is ready."

"I'll be right outside!" He looked at his reflection one last time.

Before, he wouldn't give a damn about what he looked like. As long as he stayed clean and presentable it was enough but Reborn taught him that he should always look his best. Anywhere, anytime, because that's how badass bosses were; the lesson was deeply engraved into his mind and now it was a habit to always check on his appearance.

Satisfied with himself, Tsuna left.

Somewhere in his mind though, something nagged at him. He didn't know what but he decided to ignore it at the moment. Whatever it was, it would have to wait.

As they walked towards the banquet hall, Tsuna could hear the chatter of probably a hundred guests. A familiar lump made its way to his throat as he subconsciously slowed his walked into a more regal fashion. He was nervous and he can tell that the others were slipping into their 'formal party' mode. It's not like Tsuna hated parties, he just wasn't a fan of them. He liked the food, the drinks, and the comfort of his friends but he tended to be weary of it anyway. Mostly because he had to be on his best behavior all the time, he was obliged to talk to some people who he would be certainly be glad for Gokudera to distract, and the fangirls.

He shuddered.

Ryohei had toned down as Mare and the others joined them. Tsuna sucked in a breath, before letting out a polite smile. Mare and Mitchel opened the doors. All chatter died down as Tsuna walked in, followed by the rest with Hibari a bit distant from them. Elena greeted them with open arms and Tsuna had to frown.

Where was his father? He didn't see him. Not one of the First Generation was there, he noticed.

"Aunt Elena?" Tsuna ignored the murmuring around them as the guests whispered into each other.

"Yes?" Elena tilted her head to the side and Tsuna decided to drop it then. Whatever the reason, he knows that the First Generation would show up one way or another.

Indeed they will. Without Elena's knowledge though.

"You can't be serious." Giotto said in a dead-panned voice.

Deamon waved the dress that he was holding and said in a very impatient voice, "We don't have time to fool around. If you want to get inside you have to do this!"

"And how does me wearing that," he pointed at the frilly dress and blonde wig that Deamon was holding. "is necessary?You're an illusionist for a reason." Giotto crossed his arms, refusing to do anything else.

Deamon rolled his eyes. "I promised Elena not to use my illusions tonight," he said.

"If I refuse?" Giotto said.

"Then you won't see Tsunayoshi," Deamon told him.

Giotto muttered under his breath in a grudging manner before yanking the dress and wig out of Deamon's hands.

"I'll do this once," Giotto hissed.

Deamon pointed behind him. "What?" Giotto asked, his eyebrow twitching. He turned around to see G holding a corset, Lampo holding a pair of expensive-looking shoes and Asari and Knuckle armed with make-up tools. Behind them was Alaude, reading a book without even sparing a glance towards them.

"No way in hell-"

That was when they lunged at him.

If anyone were to listen from the outside, they would probably hear a scuffle, a groan here and there and probably a manly shriek. Ten minutes later, a gorgeous woman stepped out of the room, followed by five very attractive men.

"Why the hell am I the only woman?" Giotto complained at them.

"Because you're the shortest," G said as he fixed his long-haired wig on.

"Lampo is two inches shorter than me!"

"Yeah, but he doesn't look as good in a dress as you do," G replied.

"You guys suck," Giotto said. His dress was light blue and strapless, the long blonde wig was draped over his bare shoulders with a lovely white ribbon tying it loosely. Giotto fidgeted as he tried to get a breath. He didn't understand how women can wear these corset things, they were torture! That and the two-inched heel shoes.

"You'll thank us later," G gruffly said. He was wearing a more comfortable disguise than him. He and Asari were dressed up as brunette musicians, both of them carrying musical instruments. G had a violin while Asari had a flute.

"Maybe when I'm dead," Giotto said sourly. He felt his arm being hooked and he saw it was Daemon in his playboy viscount look, sporting a blonde wig. Giotto felt himself blush furiously. Snatching his arm back, Daemon had to chuckle in his expense.

"Come now dear, no need to be so flustered." Giotto held himself back from throttling his Mist Guardian.

Scowling, Giotto searched for Alaude.

"You won't find him," G said. "He's not planning to go and even if he is, he isn't that stupid."

"Apparently yet you are," Giotto muttered and could only scowl more as G laughed at him. Damn him! Why the hell was he the only one dressed up as a woman? He asked Asari again.

"Well," Asari scratched his brow nervously. "You do look quite attractive Giotto." He had to grimace at his Boss's expression of depression.

"It's not Giotto, its Gabriella," Daemon corrected charmingly as he hooked his arm again. "We don't want Elena finding out now do we?"

"Let's just go already," Giotto sighed. "And if one word were to spread out about this…" he left his threat hanging as he pulled his skirt up. The guardians smiled at each other grimly before going off in their own separate ways.

Daemon led the way towards the banquet hall. Giotto adjusted the hem of his dress, feeling uncomfortable with the balls of cloth that G stuffed down to give him a feminine… bosom. He turned red from either being angry or embarrassed and vowed that he was going to make them all miserable when they get back home.

So they set themselves in their places. Asari and G were on the stage with the other musicians. The other musicians didn't pay any mind to the two extra musicians. G and Asari blended perfectly as they played their instruments.

Asari nudged G as he gestured with his head in the crowd. G looked his way and saw Hayato surrounded by several women. He looked conflicted about something and G figured out why. Tsuna was standing beside him, politely talking to the hoards of women that surrounded them like a pack of wolves. No wonder he looked so conflicted, he looked like he wanted to grab Tsuna and run as far as he can away from those women. G could sympathize with that. At least the boy had the decency to be polite as well. Hayato didn't smile but he answered courteously by the looks of things.

Tsuna on the other hand, was handling himself quite well. G had to look away as Tsuna's eyes swerved to his direction, as if the boy knew someone was watching him.

His fingers continued to play as his eyes wandered through the crowd. He spotted Takeshi and this time, it was his turn to nudge Asari. The flutist watched as Takeshi laughed at some joke a man was telling him. Ryohei was with him, Asari noted as well. The boy didn't hold back on speaking his mind, although he did mind the volume of his voice. The people around them, which were mostly men and elderly women, chuckled at something they said. Takeshi and Ryohei looked like they were enjoying themselves at least.

Knuckle also saw this and he had to smile. As long as no lovesick woman attempts kidnapping with a sick fantasy, all was well. At least, he hoped so.

A little way afar from him, Lampo was slacking off, flirting with several girls. Knuckle shook his head and resumed watching over the two.

With Daemon and Giotto, they found Kyoya hanging outside, away from the party. He was just sitting outside, eating some cake. They walked towards to where Elena was and saw Mukuro and Chrome with her. Mukuro was smiling pleasantly while Chrome was happily looking around her, her hand in Elena's. Elena smiled down at her and Chrome smiled back.

Giotto sighed in relief. At least they weren't causing trouble.

Tsuna meanwhile, was trying to excuse himself. He was starting to feel like wolf chow.

"Excuse me, but I have to find my friends," Tsuna said apologetically.

"Oh, but don't go yet sweetie," one of the women crooned.

"I'm really sorry but-"

"He's so cute!" the women giggled. Frustrated that nothing was going to convince them to leave him alone, Tsuna plastered a fake smile. He knew from experience that women like them won't ever let people have their peace.

"Thank you," he said. A woman with blonde hair crouched to his height and began to touch his face.

"Amazing," the woman breathed. "You look just like Giotto. No wonder he was never interested in courting any woman, he's already a married man!" There was a flame of jealousy burning behind her eyes.

Tsuna stepped back, now cautious of the women around him. He didn't like the sour change in their expressions. The blonde woman stood up and looked around.

"Is your mother around? I would like to meet her," she said.

"She died," Tsuna answered, not technically true but close enough. Around him, women stifled gasps and one from the back even sobbed. Tsuna sweat dropped. They closed in on him, saying words of comfort that he didn't need but pretended to go along with.

"Poor bambino, forgive me for asking but how did she die?" the blonde woman asked.

Tsuna wanted get away. She was asking way too many questions for his comfort. Luckily for him, Gokudera broke through the circle of women and scowled at the blonde woman.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to ask things like that?" Gokudera snapped at her.

Tsuna was sure that things were about to go from bad to worse from then on as he saw the woman's eyes flash. He made a move to stop Gokudera when another familiar blonde woman stepped in. Tsuna didn't know where but he felt an odd sense of security wash over him.

Giotto, who had it with Daemon's fake-flirting, ditched him with a group of single middle-age women and wandered off on his own. He was nervous about being recognized in this outfit – it would be the most humiliating thing in his life if someone did. He was just roaming around, ignoring several young men that tried to get his attention, when he saw on stage G was glaring pointedly at him. Giotto frowned and G jerked his head towards a group of women.

Giotto didn't understand so much but went to look. What he saw made him feel glad that he was dressed up as a woman. He saw, to his displeasure, his number one most creepy stalker in the world, Madeline Flourentini. How the hell did she get herself invited? Elena didn't even like the woman. Madeline probably sneaked her way in again.

He met her at a party once, just like this. G said that when her eyes fell on him, it was love at first sight for her. He had politely declined her father's marriage proposals numerous times but no matter what he did, the woman continued to hound him into marriage.

Not that he didn't find her attractive though, she was very beautiful. The only problem was her attitude, the petty drama that she does and that annoying voice. It really ticks a man off. She also considers the rest of his Guardians as brutes and him, a living god. Long explanation cut short, she was a pain in the ass.

Now he was seeing her interrogate his adoptive son and invading the boy's personal space. So he stepped in and glared disapprovingly at her while somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped that Tsuna or Hayato did not recognize him. God knows that he won't be able to take it if Tsuna thought about him as his freaky-crossdressing Dad.

Madeline glared right back at him and Giotto was glad that he was five inches taller than her with the help of the heels.

"Leave – " Giotto coughed and toned his voice up. "Leave them alone," he said. God, he couldn't believe how natural his voice sounded as a woman. Inside, his pride as a man was withering away and he mourned for it.

"And who would you be?" Madeline said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"The woman who just told you to leave these poor children alone?" Giotto's snarky reply was.

"How dare you. Don't you know who I am?" she hissed. Yes, yes, he did. She was the daughter of a well-known Mafia Family.

"I do but I find it unnecessary to remember." To be honest, Giotto was enjoying this. He never thought being sassy was this fun and he was mentally laughing as Madeline's face turned red in anger. She glowered at him.

"You think you're so important," she sneered. "You didn't even know what was happening. I was just asking a little question."

"Little?" Hayato's voice cut through the argument, looking outraged. "What kind of Lady asks how your mother dies? Didn't you see that he didn't want to answer your question?"

There was a mumble of agreement between the women all around them.

"If he didn't want to answer then he would have said so!"

"You didn't even give him a chance to speak you old cougar!" They were neck and neck with each other now, snarling at each other's faces. Giotto was about to intervene when Tsuna pulled Hayato back and whispered into his ear. Giotto watched as Hayato's expression turn from angry, to frustrated, to sour.

When Tsuna pulled back, he said very firmly "Now apologize Goku – Hayato." Tsuna caught himself. He really couldn't get used to calling his friend by his first name yet.

Hayato scowled but otherwise did as he was told. He turned towards Madeline, gave her an expression as if he found something unpleasant under his shoe before wiping his face clean of emotion and bowed. "I apologize for my rude behavior," he said.

Madeline nodded stiffly.

Tsuna made a gesture for Hayato to come with him. They excused themselves politely when Madeline muttered angrily to herself, "Annoying little snot-nosed brat. I don't care if he's G's son. I bet he's a mutt… just like his father."

It was the first time that Giotto heard Madeline actually say something horrible to his face… not that she didn't know. He knew she always disliked his Guardians and in turn they hated her, but she never said anything to them or him. Hearing it now, Giotto didn't know he was doing until he felt a stinging sensation on his hand and a ringing in the air.

Madeline was looking at him with shock. She was holding her red cheek from where she was just slapped at. Giotto scowled at her.

"Don't you ever talk about G and Hayato that way ever again," he hissed. No one insults his Guardians. No one.

Tsuna and Gokudera turned around, shock written all over their faces. The whole hall turned silent as everyone turned their attention to the two women. G's jaw was hanging open, astonishment obviously on his face, the expression being the same for the rest of the Guardians. They heard what Giotto said and all of them turned to G questioningly.

G turned as red as his hair and glared back at them angrily until they turned their attention back at their boss.

Giotto had just hit a woman. Well, he was dressed up as a woman so its fine but it still doesn't change the fact that he hit her. G would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. The only satisfying thing that happened for G was the one Giotto slapped, was Madeline the annoying bitch.

Giotto quite couldn't believe it himself either but he was too angry to care. She scowled at him.

"What are you? His lover?" she said.

Giotto turned into a beautiful shade of red but his angry look didn't falter. "I'm not his lover," he answered. There was a sigh of relief from somewhere behind him. "But I am a very close friend of his and," he smirked. "his boss."

Madeline's face turned pale, then blotchy red.

"I bet that Vongola Primo wouldn't be too pleased that you just insulted his closest friend," Giotto said. He couldn't help it. He knew he was pushing it a bit too far but he just couldn't help it. It was oddly satisfying in a way to make her angry as hell.

He knew she snapped when she lunged at him, all claws and nails. Giotto was thrown over balance and they fell to the ground. He grabbed her wrists as she made a move to claw his face off. "You wench!" she shrieked.

"Delusional psycho!" he retorted. He always knew that Madeline had a temper like a spoiled child. He was stronger than her and can easily throw her off but he didn't. He already slapped her and he didn't want to give her bruises. She tried to bite his face off and he retaliated without thinking by slamming his head against hers.

Suddenly, she was pulled off of him and Giotto felt arms wrap around his waist and was brought up to a standing position. Giotto rubbed the sore spot on his head and he groaned.

"That was some cat fight," Daemon whispered into his ear. Giotto scowled and wrenched himself out of Daemon's embrace.

"Oh shut up you," Giotto muttered irritably. Daemon gave a quiet laugh.

Mare and Mitchel were holding the enraged woman by her arms as she struggled to break free from their grasp.

"Let go of me! Don't you know who I am?" she said as she flailed around.

"Not really," Mare's reply was. Giotto had to smile at that even if it was out of protocol to insult someone of higher status.

"Mare!" Mitchel chastised him.

"What? Not like she's invited anyway."

"But still!"

"Madeline." The boys shut up as an elderly looking man appeared with Elena and Alaude by his side. Giotto recognized the man instantly.

"Father!" Madeline said triumphantly. "Tell these brutes to let me, a Lady, go." Her father shook her head and her face fell.

Alaude walked towards them and brought out his infamous handcuffs which he used to cuff her. "You're under arrest for trespassing into a private party and disturbing the peace."

"What? You can't do that! I-I-I…" her voice became distant as she was carried away by Alaude's men. The Don ran a hand down his face, looking exhausted.

"I do apologize for my daughter's actions. How embarrassing," he said to Elena. She nodded stiffly at him.

"All is well but I am not the one you should be apologizing to," Elena turned towards Giotto and Daemon. They flinched. Giotto began to sweat. Did Elena recognize them? Daemon gulped behind him.

"Of course, of course." The Don said and apologized to him. Giotto laughed weakly and told him it was alright.

The Don pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his face. "I must get going. I'll have to have a word with Madeline. Thank goodness that Vongola Primo isn't here to see that."

Actually, he was but he wasn't about to blurt that out now does he?

With an awkward farewell, the Don left. The whole hall buzzed with excitement at what had just happened. They whispered, they gossiped, they argued and they laughed. Giotto could only sigh in relief only to stiffen when he felt a small warm hand tug at his wrist. He looked down and saw Tsuna, looking up at him curiously.

Their eyes met and Tsuna frowned. Giotto started to panic. Can Tsuna recognize him just by looking at his eyes? Tsuna frowned some more, looking more confused by second before he finally said, "Thank you for everything Miss."

"Actually, it's Mrs. –" Daemon started until Giotto elbowed him in the ribs. Hard.

"Ignore him," Giotto said.

"Yeah," Tsuna said slowly, looking back and forth between the two of them. "Excuse me but, I'll be going now." But before he left, he tugged Giotto down. Curiously, Giotto crouched. To his surprise, Tsuna planted a dainty kiss on his cheek then he turned and ran back to his friends.

Giotto stood there in a daze for goodness how long until Daemon brought him back to reality.

"We have to go now," he said. Giotto nodded dumbly. He didn't even react violently when Daemon casually slipped his arm around his waist. He led them outside the Hall and from there, they went back to Giotto's room where everyone was waiting.

They stopped in the middle of the corridor where Alaude was waiting. He opened one eye as they approached him. He smirked and Giotto found his face heating up again. Lord, please give him the strength not to hurl his very expensive shoes at Alaude's smirking face.

Alaude pushed himself the wall and stared at Giotto. Feeling guarded, Giotto braced his arms to his sides. "You have something so say?" Giotto asked.

Alaude didn't reply and only reached out to take a lock of blonde hair. He brought it up to his face where his lips brushed against it briefly before dropping it and walking away.

Giotto and Daemon stood there, dumbstruck. Then Giotto blinked and turned tomato red.

"Alaude you bastard!" a little ways away, Alaude's silent laugh reached their ears. It was rare to hear Alaude laugh and Giotto might have laughed as well if it weren't for the fact that Alaude was laughing at his expense. Daemon was holding his laughter inside, yet the tears of mirth was squeezing through the edges of his eyes.

Pissed, Giotto punched Daemon in the side and stomped all the way back to his room. When he reached his room he wrenched it open to only find G there. He had taken off his disguise already.

"Where are the others?" Giotto asked irritably.

"They already left," G grinned and Giotto had the sudden urge to beat his best friend to a pulp. Trying to ignore the urge, Giotto walked pass G to get some normal clothes.

"You know that cat fight? I didn't know you would have it in you," G commented as Giotto rummaged through his wardrobe.

Giotto paused. "She had it coming," he said.

"I heard from Lampo that you were defending me." Giotto turned around slowly, his face red once more. G smirked. "If I weren't your friend and knew you were a guy, I would have thought that you were in love with me," he said and laughed.

There was a snap in the air as if a wooden stick was just broken in half inside the room. Giotto's patience had finally snapped and he lunged at G with a cry. His fist was caught by G but Giotto quickly swiped him off his feet. G scuttled backwards as he hit the floor, stopping when his back pressed against the bed. Giotto towered over him with the eyes of a demon, crackling his knuckles together. G braced himself and when Giotto let his fist swing down, G caught his arm and flipped him on the bed.

Giotto let out a cry of surprise as G pinned him down. G chuckled. "I win," he said.

Giotto snarled at him and tried to break free but G had his arms and legged pinned. His movement caused his skirt to reveal his legs. Feeling very aware of what their current position would look like if someone were to bust through their door, Giotto froze.

"G, get off me," Giotto said through gritted teeth.

"Not if you don't say please," G teased with a hearty laughed.

"Just get off you idiot!" Giotto hissed.

"Dad?" Both men froze at the voice. Tsuna's voice. "May I come in? I have something to say – " Tsuna's trailed off as his eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open. Behind him was Mare, who was taking the situation rather well with his expressionless face.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! We're so sorry!" Tsuna began to apologize.

"Tsuna!" G exclaimed. "I was just – uh – it's not what it looks like!" G let go of Giotto and waved his arms around frantically. "It's a misunderstanding!"

"Let's go young Master," Mare said curtly as he covered Tsuna's eyes with his hand. "Master Giotto isn't here and Master G is busy." He then shut the door just like that.

G hastily climbed off of him and ran to the door. He opened it with a slam and looked at both ways.

"Tsuna! Wait!" G shouted as he dashed off to apologize to a kid that he probable had mentally scarred.

Giotto sat up and dropped his head into his hands. He let out a low and long groan. He should probably change before somebody else sees him.

HAHAHA! xD

I know I've said before that I don't like Yaoi but that doesn't mean I love to make cracks about it. LOL. I hope these little snippets satisfied some of my readers. Thanks for waiting guys, see ya next time!