"Moments in Time":

"Beloved"

Setting: KHR, Primo's era.
Pairing: G02, 02G
Rating: T
Summary: Giotto loved introducing his right hand man as "my beloved G."
Word Count: 975 words
Genre: Romance/Humor
Point of View: Third-person
Warnings: Homosexual relationships, swearing, attempts at humor, and possible OOC. Italics are flashbacks, thoughts, or stressed words.
Further Notes: In chapter 308 Giotto introduced himself and G. to Cozart, and in some translations he uses "my companion, G." but in others it says "my beloved G." so I'm using the latter as a basis for this.

When Giotto first started going out with G., he figured he would have to deal with girls chasing after his lover, considering the relationship was kept secret. Homosexuality at this point was a sign of the devil by all those worshipers of God, and almost everyone frowned upon it. Some even called it witchcraft, and so to spare them from harassment and possible death, they kept it to themselves. It wasn't like anyone was particularly close friends enough with them to find out about it anyway.

However, G. was constantly bothered and flirted with by girls, usually desperate ones. The redhead thought his tattoo would send them all away, but apparently not. Giotto didn't want to start out right saying he was the other's lover, so instead, he started introducing him differently. It was a little harder to do in their small town of poverty, because they basically knew everyone, but Giotto found the first person to try it on the moment he went to return the wallet dropped in Paolo's storage.

"I'm Cozart," the new redhead laughed.

"I'm Giotto, and this is my beloved, G.," The blond smiled and gestured to the redhead behind him. He glanced behind him, seeing G.'s eyes narrow in confusion, the friendly smile wiped off his face; his face turned slightly pink, but then ignored it to look at Cozart. Giotto smiled, and looked back to their new friend.

The second time was when they were beginning to gather guardians for their vigilante group. The blond had just helped out a foreigner, seemingly Asian according to the garb and facial features. G. had handed the foreigner his flutes after getting them back from some thieves, and Giotto had helped him up when he was knocked over in the process.

"Are you alright?" Giotto asked, smiling. The foreigner nodded and gave a slight bow.

"Yes, thank you," He said in accented Italian, "I'm Ugetsu Asari. And you?"

"My name is Giotto," The blond shook the man's hand and then gestured to G., "this is my beloved, G."

"It's nice to meet you," Asari smiled. Giotto took note of the odd look his blushing redhead was giving him and then looked back to the foreigner.

"Listen, I have a proposition for you..."

The third happened after meeting a priest, who once was a boxer. The two had entered the church, looking for the daughter of Paolo, who often prayed for her family's well being.

"Oh, what can I extremely do for you?" The priest appeared out of nowhere, "My name is Knuckle. Are you extremely looking for someone?"

"Yes, in fact. Paolo's daughter. Apparently she has been gone longer than usual, so we came to look for her," Giotto explained.

"She's extremely over there. She fell asleep," Knuckle smiled, waving over to the young girl sleeping in the pews.

"Thank you," Giotto smiled in return and he watched as G. picked up the small girl. "I am Giotto. This is my beloved, G."

"Oh, extremely nice to meet you." Knuckle shook the blond's hand. G. frowned, most likely in thought, as his eyebrow twitched and his face flushed.

"Hey, would you like to hear an idea I have in mind?" Giotto asked the priest, smiling.

The fourth happened at a party after establishing the family, despite the fact they still needed a few more people. A friend of his, Elena, asked him to wait on the balcony while she retrieved someone. Eventually, she brought a male out.

"I am Giotto of the Vongola family," He introduced himself. "A friend of Elena's is a friend of mine."

"Daemon Spade," The male returned, shaking his hand. The two briefly began a conversation, when G. appeared, handing a drink over to the blond.

"Daemon, this is my beloved, G.," He spoke as G. nodded, flushing slightly and shooting him a look.

"Daemon, we are looking for more people to join Vongola..." Elena began to say, and Giotto turned his attention away from G.

The fifth was to a landlord's son and a cop. The cop had arrested the son for something or rather, and being the landlord's friend, Giotto went out to help him.

"That's them," The redhead pointed to another blond with a green-haired male standing next to him shamefully. Giotto nodded, and walked up to the two in the small station for the local authorities.

"Hello," He greeted politely, "My name is Giotto. This is my beloved, G.," He gestured to the blushing redhead who shot him a scowl, "we're here to retrieve the son of my friend. Lampo, correct?"

"Y-yeah..." The green-haired boy stuttered, "that's me."

"He was loitering where he shouldn't," The policeman said, annoyed, before tacking on, "I am Alaude."

"Well, thank you, Alaude, for doing so. Listen, would you be interested..."

"Giotto!" G. chased after the blond, frowning. Giotto nimbly avoided his clutches though, weaving in and out of the crowd and disappeared into their shared home.

"Yes, G.?" Giotto smiled innocently.

"Why do you keep introducing me as 'my beloved, G.'?" The redhead blushed deeply.

"Because you're my beloved G.," Giotto explained, "and I'm indirectly letting people know that you're mine." He smiled wider when his lover's blush deepened in color, and pinched the bridge of his noise. He knew G. would have no way of getting him to stop, regardless of his opinion, and he did like to tease the man a little.

"Giotto..." G. sighed, exasperated. "I love you to death, but please stop."

"Hmm," He hummed, "one condition!"

"...what is it?"

"I get to call you that privately." G.'s jaw dropped, staring at the blond. He shut it promptly, thinking it over. Eventually, his face turned a darker red and he mumbled out,

"Fine."

"Yay," Giotto cheered, hugging his lover, "thanks, my beloved, G."

Oh, how Giotto loved calling him that.

Fin.

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