The First Generation of Romance

8. The Eighth Time we Parted

Alaude and Spade sat beside each other in a small plane; the Vongola were headed to Japan. Giotto and G were in the seats in front of them, talking in quiet voices; Knuckle and Lambo were seated behind them; Asari Ugetsu was two seats behind them, asleep with headphones on. Spade and Alaude were discussing the 'expectations and boundaries' for their relationship, and even though it sort of set Alaude on edge, he was glad to talk about something that Spade wanted to discuss.

"So, to sum it up, kissing cannot involve tongue unless we're alone and in a private place," Alaude finished.

"Yes. Now, let's move on to sex," Spade said, although his voice did drop to a whisper. "Who tops?"

"I wanna top," Alaude murmured. "But I suppose you're too caught up in your 'straight' fantasy to allow that to happen."

"Well...," Spade sighed. "I'll let you 'top' if you ride me."

Alaude almost flinched. "This conversation's over," he muttered, turning away from Spade. The other man sighed, and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders, then hugged him in a warm embrace.

"I... um... I love you, Alaude," he murmured. Alaude snorted.

"Um, um, I l-love you too, I think," he teased, turning back towards Spade and kissing him. The Mist grinned against his lips, and shoved his tongue forcibly into the officer's mouth, making Alaude gasp in suprise, blushing. Spade had broken one of the 'boundaries' seconds after they'd made it. But, at the same time, such a thing didn't matter. All Alaude wanted was to be there with Spade... together... with him.

As the two of them began to make out, Giotto and G glanced behind them, then, slightly embarassed, looked back at each other. "I hear Japan's a really beautiful place," G murmured. "What do you think about having our next meeting beneath a cherry tree?"

"Sounds nice," Giotto answered. "Maybe we will do that."

A loud moan from behind them made the couple blush. "Sounds like Alaude's happy," G whispered.

"What do you say we follow in their footsteps?" Giotto chuckled. G sighed.

"Not now..."

The awkward atmosphere remained for the better part of the plane trip, even when they had to stop in the middle of Asia to switch planes. But when they did arrive in Japan, everyone was excited enough to start talking with one another. "All right, everyone!" Giotto said. "First order of business, we are going to head into the Namori forest. I have a friend in that area." (A/N: 'Namori' is meant to be an earlier form of 'Namimori.' XD)

The group followed after G and Giotto as they left the airport and started off on a seemingly random path, quietly observing the peaceful, Japanese town. "I used to come here with G a lot. You see, there's another Mafia family that serves the same purpose as us, called the Shimon." (A/N: This won't last long, but it may be a slight spoiler, so for those who haven't read the manga, continue reading if you don't mind- if you don't want anything given away, wait for the next chapter, I guess [but be sure to read last two sentences of this chapter first].)

They finally made it out on a small campsite in a forest, in which a red haired man was quietly giving orders to other people. "Cozart!" Giotto called. "Over here!"

The red-haired man turned, and his eyes lit up. "Giotto!" The two walked over to each other and gave one another a brief hug, and a few in the Vongola group grinned when they saw how jealous the small action made G. "Are these the rest of the Vongola?" Cozart asked, looking back at the Vongola. "How cute~."

"Haha. Yeah, well... I guess... hey..." Giotto looked uncertainly at his group, then started pointing as though he was counting his members. "Where is Daemon Spade?"

Everyone looked uncertainly about themselves, and Alaude gasped, just then realizing the lack of his lover in the area. "Spade? Spade!" he called, hurriedly strutting along the path they had just come along. "Spade!"

"Come to think of it...," Cozart said. "That girl that was just here... she isn't around either. What was her name again... Elenor?"

"Elena?" Alaude gasped, looking back at him. "No way!"

Giotto stepped forward and placed a hand on the officer's shoulder. "Come now, Alaude, I'm sure she wasn't here. Furthermore, I know that Spade will turn up soon. Settle down, all right? Cozart's family can conduct a search through the forest... right, Cozart?" The Shimon nodded. "See? It'll be fine. Let's set up camp here."

Although still highly concerned, Alaude walked back to the heart of the camp, and allowed the rest of the guardians to calm him down.

It was a mistake.

Meanwhile...

"So you think that just because you're bored means you can leave just like that? You're terribly mistaken, dear..." Daemon trembled as the woman held a knife in front of him. "I'm at least going to get SOMETHING out of this. You hear? I'm holding you ransom. Anytime soon, those Vongola friends of yours will find the note I left at the Shimon's camp. That sucker Alaude will definitely want to come after you... heh. Or he'll find some other man and live it up with him!"

Unable to speak, Spade hung his head in shame. She had a point. He was suprised that he'd thought even for a second that he could simply leave Elena for Alaude. She wasn't like that. While in the relationship, Spade recalled, Elena was a kind, gentle, even sometimes sensual woman, and she had been the purest woman that he'd ever met. She'd been perfect.

But she was too good to be true.

Spade's eyes watered as he remembered her deceptive actions. She didn't love him the same way he'd wanted to be loved, and now, look where he'd gotten himself. The Mist closed his eyes and cried gently as Elena walked out of the room, and he blushed, embarassed that he'd allowed himself to be drawn away from the rest of his group. He was weaker than the rest of them, and he knew it. He was physically hindered, and the mentality at which he had entered the Vongola was as on a love-high.

He was scared.

The illusionist quivered, silently crying for Alaude to come help him. He didn't care how expensive it would be for them to save him. All he wanted was to be back in Alaude's warm arms. Only now that he was away from that embrace could he realize how nice that hold was around his body. Alaude had tried to comfort him when he was secretly going through stress from his break up, and now, being away from that comfort...

He wanted to be with Alaude again. They were made to soothe one another. They were made to be in each other's arms. And so, as Spade sat there, trembling, he prayed for Alaude to return.

He prayed for fate to fulfill itself.

-End Chapter

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