A/N: ZOMFG SO SORRY ABOUT EXTREMELY LATE UPDATE GUYS!!

Please don't kill me; I almost killed myself over this chapter. Figuratively.

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Some review replies!

To Aya-chan~: Heehee! I must make sure to write to the best of my ability! Any additions to our fandom are very welcome! ^^

To Memory: Ah! Thank you for accepting it so gracefully~! And if it's a guardian's meeting, I wonder how it's off-limits to Yamamoto… God, how stupid of me! Everyone! …heehee… -.-

To everyone that reviewed! Arigato gozaimasu! To everyone that didn't, it is your fault that I updated so late! :0 *gets shot*

Alright! Story time!

Silent Concerto

"Everyone, quiet!" Bianchi's strong voice echoed throughout the large room. The members of the Storm division, though known to be quite loud and energetic quieted down immediately at their Guardian's order.

The woman sighed. "I am sure that all of you already know what the situation is, so I'll skip the explanations. You are not, and I repeat: NOT to show any sign of recognition to Hayato. Act as if he is someone you do know, and treat him as we treat all of our guests." She looked out to the shocked faces of her subordinates, and gave another sigh. "I know that this is hard to take in, but please try. And one last thing… you must… call him Hayato." She looked down at this comment, bracing herself for the angry comments that were sure to come.

"What do you mean?! We can't call Gokudera-sama by his first name! No matter how important he is to us, we can't just assume just friendly terms with him! After all, the only people who ever called him that were you and Yamamoto-sama!" But the protests were ignored.

"Thank you for reminding me... You must not mention anything related to my brother's past to Yamamoto," added Bianchi. There were no protests to this. All of the Vongola, as well as members from allied families remembered that shocking day -shortly after Gokudera's disappearance- when Yamamoto had turned up at a Family meeting with a confused look, completely different from the lost and traumatized expression that had been glued to his face.

What was even more distressing was what he had asked: "Why isn't there a Storm guardian?" This had resulted in absolute horror in everyone present. If it wasn't for Bianchi's own: "Have you forgotten about my presence in this family?" They might still be in a mess, sorting out the Rain guardian's memories.

With another sad sigh, the Poison Scorpion dismissed her subordinates and returned to her quarters, where she found two visitors waiting for her. "Bianchi-san." The greeting was short and serious, and it sounded very strange coming out of the speaker's mouth. "Haru. Kyoko." The pink-haired woman's response was no different.

"The person that we saw today. It was Gokudera-kun, wasn't it?" The other visitor wasted no time in getting to the point. Her light-brown eyes were solemn. But no matter how determined the girls were, it seemed that they would not receive an answer.

"I'm sorry, girls. I'm not in the mood for talking right now. You'll have to speak to Tsuna." Pushing past her friends, Bianchi stepped into her room, closing the door behind her. But even through the wall, Haru and Kyoko could hear the quiet sobbing.

Yamamoto strode through the long halls purposefully. As he passed by, there were many muffled whispers added in to the usual greetings that he received, but the tall man neither heard nor saw a thing. His ears were filled with music.

And not just any music. It was beautiful, more beautiful than anything the swordsman ever experienced. It entered his head, before spreading out all over his body, until it claimed his entire existence. It filled his mind to the brim, leaving only one thought: "I have to find the source." So, guided by the wondrous melodies dancing throughout his being, Yamamoto set out to do just that.

He didn't need to observe his surroundings, didn't need to stop and find the way to his goal. Deep inside of him, he already knew where he was heading. The longs paths that he unconsciously turned to brought him into the depths of the Storm division, to smaller, branching paths that he did not remember, but somehow he still knew the way like the back of his hand.

The swordsman's feet slowed to a standstill outside a large, faded door. Despite the aged wood and dust gathering over it, it obviously had been an object of much grandeur during its time. The music was much clearer now; no longer a symphony of his imagination, but a real, solid concerto, radiating from the mysterious room before the man. Without hesitation, Yamamoto pushed on the door.

The sight he was greeted with woke him from his daze. His mystifying silver-haired guest, seated in front of a majestic instrument, eyes softly shut and fingers whispering over the black and white keys, telling magnificent tales of beauty and emotion. Yamamoto stood, dumbstruck as the skilled fingers danced up to a glorious climax, before slowing descending into a delicate finale.

The notes stopped coming, and the Rain guardian's eyes blinked quickly in the wake of the final chord. His eyelids were beginning to droop as his mind throbbed viciously.

The silver-haired man released his hold on the keyboard as he leaned into the other's warm chest. Looking up and smiling gently, he whispered, "Everything that I play, I play it for you."

A/N: Readers' reaction: AFTER ALL THAT WAITING, THAT WAS ALL YOU GIVE US?!! *rebellion ensues*

Well... Sorry. I kinda failed this chapter... BUT! I shall work hard, and make up for it as best as I can next time!

Whenever that is...

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