Chapter 2, "Sea of Memories"

Pairing : GiottoxTsuna (G27)

Disclaimer : I don't own KHR

Warning: This fic contains yaoi (boyxboy love)! Don't like? Don't read. I've warned you.

A/N: woohoo, 11 reviews. :'D So happy! This chapter is written from Tsuna's Point of View. This time, flashbacks will make their appearances! Aside from the flashbacks, it's from Normal POV.

I'll write 'Flashback (history)' and 'flashback (history) end', but I won't make the history in Italics.

Pardon me for my messed-up tenses, choice of words, over-used words, or any spelling mistakes! Or any mistake I did. I'll do my best to avoid them!

Sorry if I'm slow DX. I had to finish typing them into the computer, proofreading them, and then edit everything all over again. I planned to publish this one 2 days ago, but the uploader hates me so much that it doesn't want to upload.

Enjoy!

--Flashback (History), Tsuna's 400-years-ago self POV—

"Huh? Going to that café? What for?" I blinked. "Well, I want you to meet someone for me, sweetheart. Please?" my mother pleaded. She asked me to go to a new café nearby, meeting someone.

"H-how am I going to meet that person if I don't even know him/her?" an excuse rolled off my tongue. "I have his photo, of course!" she smiled nicely, shoving a photo of that certain someone to me.

"Now, off you go! Good luck, Elle!" her slim yet strong arms pushed my back lightly, pushing me out o the house. "Okay, okay! See you later, mom!" I sighed as my feet started to walk.

Now that I think of it, her attitude for the whole have been quite suspicious…ah, maybe a surprise. I grimaced a bit. I hope it's not a prank or something. I decided to take a look at the photo. If I can memorize it, I may be able to find this…man easier.

The man's eyes are sapphire blue – the color of the bright sky, but its center is deep blue – as deep as the dark ocean. It's as if he has a secret inside those gentle, mesmerizing eyes. His blonde hair shines under the sunlight; it looks soft, even though it seems to defy the gravity. His kissable lips are stretched to a warm smile, his cheeks puffed a bit in effect. His skin has the healthy color of cream, his chest broad and flat, his back straight and his shoulders held back.

Oh God, he's…astonishing. Stunningly god-like.

I felt a blush rose up my cheeks as I looked up. I'm sure I won't have any difficulties finding him – he would probably have an imaginary spotlight on him! I flipped the photo around and found a word – "Giotto" in a script-like style. Giotto? Is that his name?

I turned my head around to find the man for a while. Suddenly a strong wind passed, and my eyes snapped shut in reflex. When I opened my eyes, I found him.

The man wears a pair of glasses, sipping from his cup while reading a famous Italian book (I know, because I've read it). His white shirt has its first 2 buttons opened, revealing the base of his throat and a bit of his smooth skin. His oceanic eyes are reading the book swiftly as he swallowed.

I approached the table slowly, taking deep breaths to calm my nervous heart. "Um....A-are you…. Giotto?" I stuttered, my voice left me weak. "The man in front of me looked up in reflex, and his eyes widened.

"Yes?" his voice reflects surprise, while his hand took off his glasses. "Oh, are you Ellenois?" he seemed to realize something. I nodded timidly.

"Nice to meet you, Elle. And yes, my name is Giotto," the velvety voice kindly introduced himself. "Please, sit down," his godly smile showed up. "A-aa, okay." I sat down on the opposite side of Giotto. A waiter came, and I ordered for a fruit cake and a lemon tea. I remember that my friends said that this café's fruit cake is good.

"H-how did you know my n-name?" I asked out of curiosity, nervous still in my nerves. He held up a paper and grinned. 'Mom.' I thought, knowing that my dearest mother gave away something. My cheeks blushed when he flipped the paper around, and a rather embarrassing photo of me made its appearance. A small "Ellenois 'Elle' Mignonette" was written on the edge of it.

"My mother gave it to me." He chuckled as he saw my flustered face. I pouted childishly, trying to glare at him. A sigh escaped my lips.

"So, is there something I can help you with…?" both of us asked each other.

"Eh?"

Time skip : ± 15 minutes later

"Let me get this straight. So those two imbeciles we call 'mothers' hooked us here…?" I asked, sweat shooting down my face. I'm a bit angry inside; how could they! I don't mind if I'm paired with Giotto (he's totally my type, don't ask) but at least they can warn us! He sweat dropped, but nodded in agreement.

"…" silence passed between us.

"…Oh well. We've met, anyway. How about we just talk with each other?" he offered, placing his elbows on the table and tucked his hands under his chin. "That's a great idea!" I smiled at him, my eyes closed because of the smile. When I opened my eyes, I found him staring at me, eyes surprised, lips pursed, a light blush on his cheeks.

'This will be loads of fun!' I thought happily.

---Suddenly there was a flash of light, so blinding that I had to close my eyes----

My eyelids parted apart and I saw a familiar blond in front of me, sitting on a stiff-looking chair while signing a paper. When he noticed that I've stopped doing whatever I have been doing, he looked up.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked. I smiled in response, shaking my head as I said, "Nothing." I approached the desk, a cup of coffee on my hand.

"I see…" he trailed off. "Thanks." Giotto smiled in gratitude, accepting the cup from my hand. Then he averted his attention back to the papers and grimaced. "What is it?" I tried to see the serious-looking paper... Scratch that, every paper he read are serious. "There's a family that started to get annoying." He simply answered, his thumb and index finger massaging his temples. I smiled sympathetically.

An idea popped out in my mind. My dress swayed swiftly as I walked around the desk, a small smile on my lips. I held up my arms and circled it around Giotto's shoulders, leaning down to the man. "Relax," I whispered gently, "everything will be fine," his sweet scent began to fill my lungs. He smiled up to me, and pecked my lips shortly.

His finger traced a gold ring on my right hand as I pulled back, the shiny ring that acts as the definite proof that we're married.

---Another flash blinded my sight---

I opened my eyes to see my love staring down at me. "Thank goodness, you're awake!" he hugged me, and I heard many people shuffling around the bed.

"W-what happened?" I blinked, confused. The last thing I remember was…

-Flashback-

"Looking at Elle makes me wonder, is it really that hot?" a playful laugh came from Giotto.

"It's not my fault! I acknowledge completely that we're in the middle of a summer, but I didn't know that summer can be as if hell decided to share its 'warmth' with Earth!" I pouted. 3 men laughed at my antics.

"Oh well. Let's go to the garden or something later," a man laughed beside me. I couldn't see his face, but somehow, I know who he is. His name is Asari Ugetsu, a Japanese man.

"Yeah! After you all finished the work, of course." I giggled heartily. In front of me, 3 men are working like no tomorrow.

A while later, I decided that talking to them about the topic I've been thinking lately won't hurt.

"Hey," I called out, catching the working men's attention. "Have you ever thought…about reincarnation?" I started.

"Hmm, reincarnation, huh? I did, actually." The man sitting on the opposite side of me admitted clearly. Just like Asari, I couldn't see his face, but he's G. I guessed that it's an abbreviation of something, but no one knows his name other than that. At least he has a name I can call.

"Do you think it's possible? Like…400 years from now?" I drew out any random number I caught in my mind. "What do you think, Asari? You came from Japan, after all. And you know a lot more about those kinds of things than us,"

"Reincarnation… I've heard about some beliefs, actually. Is there something wrong? It's not usual for you to ask such questions," the man smiled. "Yeah, that's true. Usually you would just brush them off," Giotto added.

"Giotto! Don't tease me!" I frowned, and my husband just laughed. Ugh, now I'm getting headaches because of the heat. Sweats started to roll down on my skin. I stood up, planning to get some cold water, but suddenly I got dizzy and everything was black.

-Flashback end-

Ah, that's it.

"You collapsed. The doctors said that the heat was simply too much for you to bear." He smiled apologetically, worry still in his eyes. I giggled at my own weakness.

"Are you okay?" G kneeled on the other side of my bed, Asari beside him. I made all of them worried about me…

"I'm fine now." I smiled. "At least I can help you all escape from those paper works, right?" I muttered, leaning up to kiss Giotto's cheek.

---Another flash.---

I expected to see Giotto when I open my eyes again, but…

I was wrong.

All I see is darkness. I couldn't see anything – heh, I can't even move my hands. By the fabric feeling on my eyes, and the feeling of something rough that limits my movement, I figured that a blindfold is covering my eyes and a rope is tied around my hands.

My eyesight was changed time to time – red, black, red, black, and so on. I recognized the red spots that covered the whole place as blood…and there's an immense pain on my stomach. Another flash, and this time, I'm able to open my eyes. Light came into my eyes as I saw a pair of pained blue eyes, liquid started to pool on his eyes. I raised my hand, cupping his face as I smiled weakly. Somehow, I know that I'll meet the other end of life soon. He keeps muttering "I'm sorry" over and over again.

"It's…okay…. Giotto…." My breaths are cut short. Streams of crystalline traced down, meeting my hand. "You know what…" I started. "If fate permits…" I deliberately closed my eyes, feeling my life slips away from my body.

"…let's meet each other again, sometime in the future…"

And everything turned to pitch black as death engulfs me completely.

- Flashback (history) end-

Tsuna woke up with a jolt, his shirt slick with sweat and ragged breaths.

"ah, you're awake." A deep, smooth voice said beside him. The brunette turned his head around to face a smiling blond – who, in his dream, is his…husband.

"Giotto!" he jumped, hugging the bewildered blond. "E-eh?" the man stuttered, a question mark visible above his head. "It's me, Ellenois! Your wife!" Tsuna cried. Even though it sounded weird and illogical, seeing that they're both male now, still, they managed to meet again! For Tsuna to meet his soul mate from 400 years ago…he must've been lucky!

A silence passed between the two. After a while, the blond spoke.

"How did you know my name?"

To be continued~