A/N: I know I said that I'll explain everything in this supposed chapter but I really feel like this part should be separated from the explanation so please be patient with me~ Please enjoy!

Oh and to daifukumochi, I'm really happy that you have drawn something for this! Though I can't open what you have sent me of the rough sketch, I'm hoping that I'll get to see the finished thing. Maybe PM me? I really wish you have an account Q_Q

And also, thank you to all my readers for reading thus far. I really appreciate your support and love :)

~Sweetness~

Chapter 7 - Always in Your Mind

A couple of more birds flew by into the open air. Without a second thought or regard to attacking a pureblood, the hot blooded prefect swung his arms forward. In his mind, they were all intruders into his garden and the one that needed to go first was the one that pissed him off the most right now. His metal weapons targeted the half naked teen with only his pants on.

"Woah!" Yamamoto stumbled back.

Going for a swim? In the middle of the night? Unbelievable. His eyes sharpened as he intended each hit to be a one hit kill.

"Hold on, Hibari!" his target gave a hopeful smile as he dodged every attack.

The prefect jumped and landed a hit straight at his chest making him fall back. Landing back on his feet, he immediately followed up with his tonfas when something pulled him back. He looked to his side annoyed.

"P-please don't hurt him!" a spiky haired boy pulled on his sleeve.

His gray eyes traveled down and twitched at the sight of wet boxers tightly clinging onto the pale legs below. What was this indecency?! He shoved off the small teen and was about to hit him when a hand grabbed his tonfa.

"Wait!"

A bright orange flame wrapped around the metal weapon and blazed down onto his hand. Hibari quickly let go, leaping back. The fire caught on his sleeve and he quickly tried ripping it off, but the flame traveled too quickly. Before it was able to get to his skin, he ripped off his shirt and threw it on the ground; the jacket on his back flew along with it.

Asari's eyes widened. The pulsing fire still breathed wildly as it kept burning away Hibari's clothes and only one thing came to mind.

Yamamoto did it with Tsuna.

The prefect was now more aggravated than in the beginning. His eyes sharpened with malice as he glared at the clueless Yamamoto who was confused as to what just happened. The dark haired teen had sent the prefect on fire and he didn't even know what he did.

With amazing speed, the prefect quickly disappeared and appeared right in front of the boy who had just destroyed one of his favorite weapons. He swung his remaining tonfa aiming at his face when a metal chain flew from behind a tree and pulled him back. A metal cuff locked around the prefect's waist as he was dragged back to the ground.

…...

A breath of relief escaped Yamamoto as he turned to see the hidden person coming out from behind the trees. The platinum blond hair looked even paler under the moonlight as he stepped out.

"Alaude-sempai,"

What was he doing here? Yamamoto couldn't tell if he should be relaxed that his sempai just saved him right now, or if he should still be on his toes based on the dark look the blond wore. There was only silence as the blue eyed teen showed himself. He looked down at the captured prefect and the boy glared back. There was no way Hibari was going to accept being tied down like this.

"Don't bother me," his eyes turned wild.

Alaude didn't budge but instead murmured something to him that Yamamoto couldn't hear. It took a moment for him to remember that Hibari and Alaude came from the same family. There was a look of mutual agreement between the two as Hibari got up. He smacked the metal cuff wrapped around him and the metal broke; a red mark circled around his waist from when he was pulled.

"Hmph," he turned away from everyone as he walked over to his jacket on the ground.

His black jacket was safe from the teeth of the fire and was still on one piece. He threw it back over his shoulders and turned back a warning glance at the four intruders to his garden.

"Next time I find you all trespassing, I will bite you all to death,"

He jerked his head away and walked off; the hedgehog by Tsuna's feet jumped and quickly ran to Hibari's side. Most of the crisp, cold air went along with the touchy prefect as he left and Yamamoto finally relaxed. Thinking that all the trouble they were in was over, Asari called him over.

"Yamamoto,"

The dark haired teen saw the older teen look at him with serious eyes. He wasn't sure what the matter was, but the atmosphere was still tense. He looked around and found Alaude glaring at him too.

"What is it?" he asked confused.

Asari looked at his hands. "Did you... drink from Tsuna?"

His lips suddenly tightened. The guilty teen shifted his eyes to the red head in back of his sempai and immediately knew that he was in trouble. The "subliminal" message everyone was giving him picked his mind, and he knew that he wasn't supposed to touch Tsuna. The spiky haired boy was supposed to be Giotto's.

"Alaude," Asari called the blond's name as he reached for Yamamoto's hand.

The upperclassman squeezed his wrist forcing a spark to go through his veins. A light ignited in the younger boy's palms as a warm orange flame bust out.

"Tsuna can't love him," Asari gave a soft smile at the blue eyed teen.

For a second, Alaude's eyes grew big; his shoulders tensing. Yamamoto thought that his sempai was saying that Tsuna couldn't love him – that Yamamoto couldn't be with Tsuna and that the Giotto's loyal dog was going to maul him over it. Yamamoto braced himself for any sudden movement when the blond turned around.

"Yamamoto," he called his name.

The boy grew silent as his senior turned his eyes to look at him.

"Eat him whole,"

Alaude's lip twitched as his fangs came out and he disappeared. The dark haired teen stood there staring at the empty spot where the blond had been. Eat him whole? What did he mean by that? He turned his gaze back to the older teen who still held his wrist. To his surprise, Asari gave him a bright smile as he chuckled.

"Tsuna," his sempai turned to the half naked boy beside him.

"Y-yes?"

He was scared as well thinking that they were still in trouble for something – probably for not having enough clothes on.

"Do you like this guy right here?" he patted Yamamoto's shoulder.

A blush grew on the small boy's face as he was asked.

"Well?"

"I-I do..."

The two younger teens grew embarrassed at his answer. Not being able to help himself from being happy by hearing it a second time, Yamamoto grabbed Tsuna by the hand and hugged him with a wide smile.

"Y-Yamamoto!" the boy yelled at him turning even redder.

Their public affection won the the older teens over as Yamamoto finally saw G nod in approval.

"Good, because we're going to explain this to your father,"

"Eh?!"

Tsuna's mouth dropped as he heard the word "father." Asari tilted his head innocently at his reaction.

"Well, you're in love, right?"

…...

Giotto sat at the edge of his bed. Not taking his food, not talking to any one – he was beyond stressed. He held up Tsuna's ring up at the ceiling, the golden shine sparkling bright. If he dropped this, the golden coat would disappear. Even though purebloods' rings were special, they only turned the beautiful yellow when a pureblood touched the metal.

He let out another sigh, but his thoughts were still twisted in knots – he vowed not to take blood unless he was in love. Was he in love with the spiky haired boy? All he was certain of was that he needed to protect him. So who was he in love with? Could he take his blood irregardless of such feelings? All the times he exchanged blood with another rewinded in his mind.

The purpose of drinking from another vampire is merely an act of passion, he thought blankly. They didn't need to do it unless one of them was dying or in the rare cases of purebloods. In all the times he did it, did he ever do it out of the impassioned emotion of love? All those times – there were three times...

The first time, he did it with Asari right when G called them that Daemon had attacked the dark haired teen – and that was because Asari was dying. The Japanese couldn't just recover from the red head's blood alone if he didn't want to suck him dry so he had to step in.

The second time, he did it with Reborn a few weeks after that incident happened. To prevent the same thing happening to him, they erased the scent he gave out. The exotic scent produced by the ones from the main family lines are such a bother and place so much danger to the young purebloods, but they could only be taken out by letting another pureblood from a different family drink from them.

The third time,

The third time it was...

Giotto lingered on the memory. The third time...

His eyes blanked and he shook his head. It shouldn't really be called his "third" time. More like, his first time – his true first time.

His true first time was not at the school gym. It wasn't at the Arcobaleno house where he was sent to be "kept safe." It was before middle school even happened and it happened at this house – the Vongola house. In his room. Over there. Giotto glanced at the window seat facing the outside.

Remembering when everyone just barely started noticing the sweet fragrance he gave out, he was so afraid when vampires began waiting outside his window. Of course, Ricardo had promised him that he'll keep him safe, but the man's words proved a little less comforting when he could see the ghoulish faces of the blood thirsty vamps salivating at his window. As a kid, and his first time seeing such a thing, it would freak anyone out. The Italian gave a small laugh remembering how childish he had been.

"Giotto,"

Alaude called his name as he studied the dark circles under the pureblood's eyes. He had refused to leave the house for the past few days and the blond had come to visit worried about what was going on. Giotto was still in bed under his covers but he hadn't gotten a wink of rest. He turned his head away so the boy couldn't see his fatigue.

"I just haven't been feeling well lately," he lied.

Alaude could tell that wasn't the truth, but kept his voice soft.

"Tell me what's been bothering you," he walked closer.

"It's nothing. I'm fine,"

Giotto didn't want to look at him afraid that he'd show his weak side and hoped that the blond would leave. To his surprise, his bed gave a bounce as the other went ahead and sat down at the edge of his bed. He pulled his eyes back up to take a peek and saw the stubborn blond look at him with serious eyes – he wasn't going to leave until he told him the reason.

Giotto gave a pout. He could handle this. He just had to wait until the boy gives up and eventually leave. He'd leave once he got bored. After still hours of both of them just sitting there, boy was he wrong. Day had turned into sunset and into night. It was almost midnight and Alaude never left, his blue eyes never leaving the sight of him either. The spiky blond gripped his blanket tight.

"Alaude, I told you -"

A hand scrapped the window making the Italian jump. His eyes widened for a moment cutting his sentence mid way and his heart started to race. His body froze as he kept his head looking straight at the only other person in the room – his face reaching out for help. The platinum blond glanced at the window finally getting his answer.

No.. Giotto felt helpless that Alaude now knew. He didn't want to take his eyes away from the only source of comfort assuring him that there was another person there with him, but he forced himself to look away down at his palms. The moment he did so, a hand reached for his face and brought his gaze back up. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at the blue irises of the pale boy that had been sitting by his side.

"You're scared to sleep?"

Giotto kept his lips sealed but the boy didn't need him to answer. The warm hands slid from the Italian's face as Alaude walked over to the big glass window and sat down on the window seat. He leaned back comfortably against the side and looked back at him.

"Go to sleep. I'll watch you,"

A worried look only stayed on the pureblood's face. "... You don't need to,"

Alaude only tilted his head back not saying anything more. This was dumb. A weak vampire couldn't get past his window when they had guards outside. He didn't need Alaude to guard him. The two boys stared at each other as Giotto let out a sigh. This wasn't going to help anything.

Absolutely sure, the blond was going to succumb to sleep before he did. The pureblood couldn't sleep, and he hadn't been for days. What difference did today make? Just because the boy was there didn't mean anything. Giotto kept staring at him, waiting, while he stared back.

Look, his eyes are already closing, he thought as he watched the blond. In truth, the boy stiffly sat there with hard eyes that didn't seem to tire at all. The blue watching his every move...

Giotto's lids began to drag heavy. He's going to sleep before me... He tried to keep them open. A fear started to tug on him as everything started to get blurry.

He'll be gone when I wake up... When I wake up, I'll be alone.

Will he be? The pureblood shot his eyes open. He twisted his head looking around the room startled that the room had gotten bright. The sun's rays had lit up the walls and he quickly sat up.

"Alaude?" he called the boy's name in half hope.

His gaze turned to the window and found the blond staring out the glass panes. The bright light shined on him blindingly obscuring his face, but at the call of his name, he turned around and all his features became visible.

At the sight of the serious blond, Giotto couldn't help but smile. He slept.

"You didn't sleep," he tried to hide his happiness.

Giotto tossed his blankets aside and got out of bed. He walked towards the blue eyed kid, the boy finally looking tired.

"No," the boy looked back out the window, "but you did."

This guy was unbelievable, the pureblood shook his head. When he was about to thank him, Alaude had gone limp against his seat. His head tilted at his shoulder and his crossed arms loosened – he'd fallen asleep.

The Italian blushed seeing the other's sleeping face. He was actually cute. Giotto took a seat at the small space at the edge of the window seat as he stared at the dreaming blond and smiled. He gently leaned forward and kissed the unguarded lips of his guardian – his personal gratitude. Feeling a little evil, he bit the soft flesh and an odd taste filled his mouth.

At that moment, something set off in his mind. Something uncontrollable pushed against his gums as his teeth grew. Were they fangs? Growing them for the first time, he panicked and bit his tongue. A bad pain screamed inside his mouth but it only made him want to kiss deeper to forget the awful feeling. Worried that the blond would wake up, he finally let go and released his lips.

"Thank you," he whispered letting out a breath.

"Thank you."

Giotto stopped reminiscing and found himself on the same window seat. That was his first time. He didn't even know why he did that to Alaude; if the boy ever knew, he'd die. He didn't want Alaude to know about these things that made him look so vulnerable.

He sighed that the bitter sweet feeling he got from remembering ended. Just like that, he was stressed again – tired from lack of sleep. Back then too, he couldn't sleep when something bothered him way too much.

Ugh... The question came back again. Can he drink from Tsuna? He couldn't get over his first time. It just wouldn't be as good as it was with Alaude. Nothing could compare to that small moment.

He leaned his head against the glass. "My first time," his eyes became blank. "My first time with -"

"Ngh!" his voice caught as the glass pulled back and he found his head bobbing from the sudden loss of support.

A cold wind rushed inside the room as the window opened and a person all in black appeared crouching on top of him. His eyes widened as the vampire's fangs visibly barred itself, the demon leaning close.

"Who was your first time?"

Giotto found himself unable to speak. The demon's eye twitched in irritation as he pulled the pureblood up from his seat and threw him on the bed making him drop Tsuna's ring. What the heck was happening?! Giotto flipped himself over so he wouldn't be on his face defenseless. The vampire looked at him with cold hard eyes as he walked closer, but Giotto couldn't make himself get up or squirm away. The intruder pressed him down against his shoulder and brought one knee on the bed.

"Giotto, who was your first time?" he asked again.

The vampire leaned over him but they stayed like that in a moment of silence. When he found a slight speck of hurt in the blue eyes when he didn't answer, he was finally able to bring himself to speak.

"Alaude," the name was familiarly easy on his tongue.

It wasn't enough. The platinum blond dropped his head sighing.

"Tell me, when and who was your first time?"

The pureblood didn't get what was suddenly going on. What the heck was Alaude doing, and why did he all of a sudden want to know? He looked at the teen on top of him as he refused to let him hear the truth. Alaude can't know it was him.

"No," Giotto shook his head.

The grip on his shoulder tightened and he flinched. For a second, Alaude looked deeply hurt when his brows tightened. The blond stood up and angrily took off his jacket throwing it on the floor. The Italian's eyes widened.

"What are you doing?" he watched as the teen stripped himself.

"I gave you a chance," Alaude looked down at him as he ripped off his shirt.

With his chest now bare, the pureblood could see the sculpted chest and exposed lean arms. The intruding vampire brushed his hand through the pale yellow hair still looking pissed, and Giotto couldn't help but think that Alaude looked sexy like that. He bit his lip trying to suppress the thought. No, he mustn't know what he thinks about him. He placed a hand on the boy's arm to tell him to stop.

"I don't know what you're trying to do, but this – Ah!"

Alaude grabbed his wrist pinning him down and shut him up by crushing his lips with his.

"Alaude!" Giotto broke free from the kiss. "What are you doing?!"

The blond pressed close and licked his ear.

"You never listen to me because I always go too easy on you. So tell me, who was your first time?"

"First time for what?"

"That you drank from," he stopped his tongue and bit his ear.

A heat went up to the pureblood's face as he tried to hold his answer in. He couldn't say it like this, he looked away. The blond noticed he was averting his gaze and his eyes sharpened. He went slowly inching down kissing the pureblood's ear and down onto his neck. Thinking that the boy would stop once he reached the crevasse near his shoulder, a jolt of surprise sent him squirming when Alaude continued down to his chest.

The blond pulled up Giotto's collared shirt and ripped it apart. The loud pop of the buttons flying out sent a warning to his brain.

"Alaude," he tried pushing him off but the erotic feel of his tongue against his skin made him weak.

"Tell me your first time,"

It was a demand – a bargaining deal. Would he stop teasing him if he spilled? He could feel the blond bite the most sensitive part of his skin and he let out a moan. This couldn't be happening. Giotto closed his eyes as he bit down on his finger to keep him from making such weird noises.

The blue lusty eyes looked at him and saw that he was breaking. Traveling down even lower, Alaude went down to his stomach causing him to tighten up.

"No..." Giotto pressed down on the blond's shoulder. "Stop,"

Liking the sound of his voice, the blue eyed teen used his tongue dangerously low going below the pureblood's belly button. He could hear the clink of his belt unbuckling as the teen worked his way to slip the thing off from his waist.

"H-hold on!" Giotto started to kick before his pants came off, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you when!"

Alaude held his tongue and the kissing, and looked up. His eyes held an intense stare as he waited for him to spill. A heat had taken over Giotto's entire body as he decided to admit before the blond sees something more embarrassing than what he wanted to know.

"My first time," he confessed, "was in the summer... before middle school,"

…...

His yellow brows scrunched up. Before middle school... That was so early. Somehow, by confessing the actual time, it ticked the blond even more. Who was the guy that had taken Giotto so early?! He cast his eyes down darkly.

"So who was it?"

Giotto looked up. "Hm?"

"Who was it?" he repeated.

"But I told you!"

"You didn't tell me who,"

Alaude grew aggravated with the constant probing he had to do and grabbed the pureblood's pants.

"H-hey!" the pureblood yelled as he tried to keep his pants where they were.

Being on top, Alaude had an advantage and pulled hard overpowering the embarrassed Italian. The black pants flew off and he threw it at the other side of the room for a dead zero percent chance that Giotto could reach for it.

"Alaude!" Giotto yelled.

He payed the pureblood no attention and was about to continue when Giotto grabbed the aggressive teen's face.

"What's wrong with you?!" he yelled at the blue eyed teen. "It's you! You, Alaude! I did it with you! I kissed you while you were sleeping and bit you!"

Giotto's face burned madly as he said it. Alaude looked at him frozen with his lips partly agape. Him? It was really him that was Giotto's first time? Giotto kissed him first, not the other way around?

The pureblood pouted as he had to watch his dumbfounded face. He had finally gotten what he wanted to know and now he was frozen.

"What?" Giotto's face was still red.

Alaude calmed down and glanced his eyes over the pureblood's almost naked body. The only thing left was his boxers...

Giotto noticed that he was staring at his underwear.

"Hey!" Giotto tried to avert his attention away from his lower half – that was the only piece of clothing he had left from being stripped of his dignity.

A smirk ran across the blond's face as he suddenly dived down towards the almost naked teen – his arms wrapping around hugging him tightly.

"Alaude!" the pureblood called his name as he squished him.

The blue eyed teen hugged even tighter enjoying the sound of his name being screamed.

"Please keep saying my name," he murmured into Giotto's ears.

He pressed his face against the spiky hair.

"Giotto, I love you,"

He rested his eyes for a second to savor the sweetness of the moment. With Alaude's tight hold on him, Giotto couldn't do anything, much less move. The heavy body of the overbearing teen put all its weight against him. He let out a sigh as he couldn't breathe. Jeez. Was this love? Giotto placed his hands against the the blond's back. Because if it was, he wouldn't mind.

"Alaude," he tapped the boy on top of him.

The blond picked up his head to look at him; a smile spread across Giotto's lips as he kissed him.

"I love you, too."

The Italian studied the blond's face as his heart melted. There. He finally said it. A wild look sparked the blond's eyes and he dug his head deep into Giotto's shoulder.

"H-hhey!"

The flustered please were wonderful to his ears as he tugged on the only piece of clothing Giotto had left. Alaude gave him a smooch on the cheek promising that for the rest of the night, he won't disappoint.