„Speaking"

„Thoughts"

Scarlet-Nin: …I was thinking of stopping writing for this FF. …I do have enough stuff to continue, but I feel like nobody wants to read this FF, so this will probably be my last chapter or so. ^^´ I mean why keep writing something nobody wants to read if I could use the time to write on my other FF`s?

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR!

Chapter 5

Giotto had this giddy feeling spreading through his stomach since he woke up. Today was the day he would meet up with G.! He couldn´t wait! He managed to sneak out already and was currently walking towards the place where G. had found him. Thankfully his eyes returned to their Dark Blue color, if not he wouldn´t be outside right now. Every time one of the Caretakers saw his eyes were Orange, he was sent up to his room as punishment for being evil again.

He just hoped that G. wouldn´t see the bruises, some of them already began to heal up nicely, but it just had been two days, so not all of them were healed. Hell, some of them were almost fresh.

Still, nothing could manage to get him down now. Giotto just kept on beaming as he walked through the streets, flashing random people smiles. After a five more minutes he finally made it to the spot where he collapsed.

Giotto´s smile turned slightly more strained as he noticed that nobody was there. "Maybe something suddenly came up?" The thought reassured Giotto a bit. He stretched and sat down on the stairs. Waiting for G. to show up.

Time went by. 5 Minutes. 10 Minutes. 20 Minutes. 45 Minutes.

Giotto´s chest twisted painfully as he tried to keep smiling. G. wouldn´t stand him up would he? "No! Of course not! He´s going to show up, I know it! I just have to wait a bit longer!" Giotto thought determined, still a cold feeling settled in his gut. But his Intuition agreed with him. G. wasn´t that type of person.

It was getting later and later. It was almost evening now, but Giotto was still there waiting for his Friend. He refused to get up and leave. Who knew? Maybe G. would show up seconds after he left! It would be horrible of him to just stand up and leave! He could hurt G.´s feelings!

He grew excited when he heard footsteps coming in his direction. He knew it probably wasn´t G. but he hoped it was him. Giotto´s head snapped towards the sound of the footsteps and saw three children about his age walking in his direction. From the nice Clothing they wore, he could tell that these three boys weren´t orphans.

He put up a small smile as they got near even when his Intuition flared up again. The boys had arrogant sneers on their faces, but he didn´t care. They stopped in front of him.

"Can I help you?" Giotto asked politely as he watched them. One of the boys smirked and nodded towards the others giving some kind of signal.

"Oh? Never thought that someone who hung around the Bastard could be so polite!" One of the boys mocked with a dark glint in his eyes. The other two snickered at the comment. None of them noticed how Giotto´s eyes narrowed at the comment.

"I don´t think you should talk that way about G." Giotto spoke up softly, but there was a warning in his words. The boys stared at him stunned till they burst out laughing again.

"Hahaha! Look Blondie is defending the Asshole! Hahaha! Maybe what they are saying about Blonde haired people are true! They are stupid." One of the boys roared with laughter.

"Pff! At First, we just wanted to beat you up to get back to the Prick! Poor you must be crazy in the head to befriend someone like him." The second boy sighed with a snort, faking a pitying gaze.

Giotto´s eyes turned colder as he gritted his teeth. He normally had a lot of patience. Hell, he forgot the last time he felt angry for heaven´s sake! But now, he felt his normal calm demeanor crack a bit as hot burning anger swept through him. "What right do they have to put G. down like that?" Giotto thought with a blank face. What nether of the boys nor Giotto, himself noticed was that his Dark Blue eyes, who normally resembled the sky were slowly bleeding into a blazing deep Orange, like the sky during the sunset.

"Really what do you expect from someone who hangs around that Worthless Bastard? This Midget here wouldn´t release that that Jerk would bring nothing but trouble. After all G. will always be just trash who should just die alread-." The third boy ranted with a disgusted scowl on his face as he kept insulting G. without noticing the mistake he made.

He couldn´t finish his sentence, because Giotto already lunged forward and punched the boy straight in the face.

"Don´t you dare insult my Beloved Friend like that!" Giotto hissed when his fist connected with the boy´s nose. His face was still blank, but he emitted fury.

A sickening CRACK! was heard and a pained scream from the boy who was now laying on the ground holding his bloody and broken nose. His two friends looking at the boy with horror written over their faces.

The first mistake he made was insulting G., what got Giotto to his blood boiling point where he snapped was getting his height involved and crossing the line with insulting G.

Giotto watched with cold eyes as the other two boys got over their shock. Their faces turning into ugly glares, but he didn´t wait. He sprinted forward and tackled one of them to the ground. Punching the living daylights out of the boy while he felt the other boy trying to pull him of the other.

After hearing, a few painted groans and cries from the boy underneath him, Giotto felt himself get dragged off the boy by the other. He tried to fight back to the best to his abilities still furious with them for running their mouths of over his Friend, but when he was kicked in the stomach where he had a still hurting bruise, he curled up. He felt a few more kicks, but managed to roll away from another.

He kicked the legs of the last boy who was standing there out from under him and straddled him. Pulling his fist back Giotto gave him a Black Eye. After that he felt himself get shoved off and watched how the boy scrambled back from him like burned.

"L-Look at his eyes!" He yelled towards the other two who managed to stand up. They looked and finally noticed Giotto´s Orange eyes. Giotto´s eyes widen at the comment, flinching and blinked a few times.

"A-Again?! No way…" Giotto felt his throat closing up in fear. He was sensitive about showing other people his eyes when they were like that. He always got a negative reaction...

"F-Freak! I knew he wasn´t human! Nobody would freely hang out with that Bastard!" the first boy yelled as he pointed at Giotto with a grimace. The other two boys soon joined in, insulting him rather than G. and while Giotto didn´t want to admit it, their words about his eyes cut him.

"What are you Losers doing here? Shouldn´t you three be home and crying to your mothers like the wusses you are? That´s what such pathetic crybaby Idiots like you three do best." A deep growl was heard and all heads snapped to the newcomer.

Giotto immediately felt happy at seeing G. showing up. So, he wasn´t stood up after all!

"G-G…." Giotto muttered in relief as his eyes softened. He froze as he thought about what G.´s reaction to his eyes would be. He had seen them before, but they hadn´t talked about it.

"W-What if he thinks the same way?" Giotto was deep in thought. He was still new and hesitant with Friendship in general. Even though his Intuition told him it is silly of him to think like that, he couldn´t help it. Everybody had their Insecurities, right?

The boys tensed up and took a few steps back while G. walked over and stopped in front of Giotto as if to shield him. He glared daggers at the three while getting into a fighting stance. He almost looked like a furious cat hissing and ready to claw them if they got too close, protecting it´s kitten.

"I will give you ten seconds to get the fuck out of my sight before I beat the shit out of you." G. threatened with venom in his voice. The boys shivered and almost tripped over themselves while running away. One turned back and screamed. "That Freak got Orange eyes, no wonder he´s your friend!"

G. looked ready to explode. "If you call Gio that one more time you will have two Black eyes! If you mess with him, you will have to mess with me, you spoiled brats!" G. promised with a dark tone and a glare, making them shudder and run faster. After he couldn´t see them anymore G. turned back and plopped himself down in front of Giotto.

G. wouldn´t ever mention or admit that he felt incredibly happy at the way how Giotto stood up for him. After that stunt, Giotto had G.´s loyalty for life.

Giotto who stared at G. in slight awe just stayed silent. G. seemed to grow uncomfortable at the stare and sighed.

"Stop doing that! Tch, who knew you had it in you?" G. smirked amused as Giotto finally got out of his trance and shook his head. His cheeks colored slightly.

"They insulted you, so…" Giotto muttered quietly feeling embarrassed at his violent reaction that was so unusual for him. G. only snorted. "Yeah, they insulted your b-e-l-o-v-e-d Friend." G. made sure to spell out every letter mockingly with a small smile. Giotto started to stammer slightly.

"W-Wha? I-I just-! G.! Stop laughing at me!" Giotto whined as G. started laughing at his stuttering. He pouted and huffed. "Well, what´s with "Gio"?" Giotto asked teasingly with a smug grin. G. turned his head away and grumbled, clearly embarrassed.

"What? Got a Problem with my New nickname for you? I could always change it. Maybe "stupid Blonde", "Pretty-Boy" or "Sissy" would do it?" G. seemed to consider it for a moment. Giotto chocked and started protesting.

"No way! Gio is completely fine! What does the world have against Blondes anyway…" The last part was a just whispered under his breath. G. just rolled his eyes amused. Seriously, sometimes his Friend was an Idiot, so the term could be used perfectly.

"Now, do you want to tell me where these bruises come from exactly? These Brat´s couldn´t do so much damage." G. stated light heartedly. The carefree atmosphere turned tense as Giotto´s smile washed away only to be replaced by a blank look.

"I don´t know what you me-."

"Don´t even try. I will ask again now. Who. Hit. You?" G.´s good mood turned sour as he glared at one of the bruises he saw under Giotto´s shirt. During the fight the shirt was a bit ripped so, a few of the bruises are visible.

Giotto held eye contact with G. for a few seconds more till he sighed. It wouldn´t matter if he just kept on staring now. Let´s just get this over.

"At the Orphanage…the Caretakers are not exactly the nicest people and …the eyes only make it worse…I am afraid. What would happen if they stayed that color? Every time it happens it will take more time to turn them back…" Giotto explained uncomfortable with telling someone about it. Normally he would just keep everything bottle up and sort it out when he was alone.

G.´s eyes narrowed at the information he just got. He was silent for a few minutes and Giotto grew more uncomfortable as time passed. After what seemed like an entry for Giotto, G. spoke up.

"Get your things. Try to sneak out tomorrow. We will go out of this hellhole town and try to work here and there every now and then till he we can support us ourselves." G. grunted as he stood up. Giotto gaped at him. Just packing and …leaving? Could he even do that?

Of course you can. You should have done it a long time ago… His intuition whispered into his ear, soothingly.

Giotto decided that he had no problem with running away if G. was with him.

So, he just nodded and gave G. a quick hug as a goodbye. Feeling incredibly nervous at the thought of running, but just as excited. He would finally be free! No more beatings! No more coldness! No harsh words and glares! He no longer had to see that man too!

"Thank you…" These words were whispered into the evening as the two of them separated to get home.

Nether, of them was sure what exactly these words were for. For G. these two words were for thanking Giotto being his friend and trusting him with that information. For Giotto these words were as a Thank´s for listening and Thank you for being there for me.

G. nor Giotto would know that was the best decision they could have made.