Chapter 3, "And We Meet Again"

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: Please forgive me for my ruined tenses or choice of words or over-used words or any spelling mistakes! Simply, all mistake I did. I'll do my best to avoid them, really!

I've decided; from now on, this fic will continue from Tsuna's POV, until any further announcement.

Enjoy~

I headed to my home as I sighed, a frown on my face. The scene in the infirmary room was utterly, extremely embarrassing. Think of it. If you meet someone, a stranger, waking up erratically after collapsing suddenly, then claiming that he's your former wife, what will you think?

A freak. Exactly. I have no idea of where I should put my face now.

I looked up to the sky, mourning over my own destiny. 'God, why did you do this to me?' I sighed. 'Well, you were the one who asked Fate.' An inner voice replied. ' Aw, shut up.' I groaned.

I hope I won't meet that walking Adonis –– I mean, that man any time soon!

"I'm home." I called out as I took out my shoes. "Welcome home, Tsu-kun!" my mother's voice greeted me from the kitchen. "I'll have the dinner ready. You should go clean up!"

"Okay," a short reply from me and I climbed my way up the stairs, heading to my room. I sat down on the floor, my hand grabbing a stack of papers from my bag – I ditched the class for the whole day, which is why I have to do the class works, homework, and the work for the Student Council now.

Some teachers recommended me to join the Student Council, and even the principal supported that recommendation. So I had no other choice than to oblige.

I'm the only one who can fight on par with Hibari Kyouya, the Head of the Disciplinary Committee; I'm just their safe mark. That fact never helps me other than to give me even more pain, because Hibari stated that I'm 'interesting', which means more fights with him. My clumsiness has my body cells tortured every day, I don't know why Hibari have to add my despair even more. The movement of my pen halted with a single call of my name.

"What's the matter, mom?" I asked, my head looking down as I crouched in front of the stairs. "Can you help me by delivering this to our new neighbor next door? I have to keep my eyes on this!" she asked, her hands holding up an orange box. "It's a cheese cake I bought from a cake shop nearby. Be careful, okay!" she warned me, my feet slipping my sandals on. I nodded and exited the house.

'A new neighbor, huh? I wonder how she or he looks like…' I smiled to myself.

I took a deep breath, my index finger pressing the bell.

"Yeah, wait a minute!" a voice called out from the other side of the door. It's similar to the voice belongs to a certain blond I plan to avoid…wait, don't tell me…

My mind seems to hate me, since a picture of Giotto showed up in my head. And of course, the door just had to be opened, revealing the exact blond in my head.

"…ah." Both of us pointed to each other; one in embarrassment, one in amusement.

"You…" the man in front of me started. I gulped, shutting my eyes. "So—" "It's unfair, you know." He cut my unfinished apology. "I never know your name, and yet you seem to know mine already." A smile over his face showed up.

"A-aa, you're right… My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi, and my friends call me Tsuna," I kept my gaze down to the concrete doorstep – the way my shadow cast on it became a sudden interest.

"Even though you might have known my name already, I'll just introduce myself properly," gentle words flew out of his mouth. "My name is Giotto del Vongola, but please call me Giotto." He held his hand up, and shook his hand with mine.

"N-nice to meet you, Giotto-san," I said, shyly looking up at those enchanting sapphire eyes. "Nice to meet you too, Sawada-san. Come in," he moved to the side, but if I do come in, I don't think I'd be able to control myself anymore. I blame it all on the memories I've grandly received earlier today.

"Ah, that won't be necessary. I don't think I'll be long… Here, a cake as our welcome gift for you," I held up the box, averting my eyes to avid his gaze.

"Um, so… are you new in… Namimori International School?" I asked, trying to melt the imaginary ice transferred from North Pole. "Yeah," he scratched the back of his head. "I got lost when I was heading to the toilet… That's when I met you." I felt my blood rushing to my cheeks, forming a blush.

"I see…what grade are you?" I asked, curiosity got the best of me. Oh no, I hope he doesn't think he's being interrogated or anything! "I-I'm just curious!" I answered his playful gaze.

"I'm a new teacher, in fact." He chuckled. "E-eeh? B-but you—" I stopped, clamping my hand over my mouth to stop the excess of words. "Yes?" his eyes gleamed with amusement, encouraging me to continue. "You... look so… young," I said, as my blush got impossibly darker.

"About earlier today…" he changed the topic. "Who's Ellenois, if I may ask?" I fell silent. "Uh…" I nibbled on my lower lip.

In all honesty, saying that I'm his wife about more than centuries ago is not, not good. Even the fact that I'm a guy admitting that he's a girl 400 years ago is not good. He might think that I've gone nuts! I really hate these kind of situation, where you have no other answer – other than an answer that will get you stamped 'crazy' forever and ever.

To be continued~