A plot bunny pops, got to write that stuff.

Warnings are written in the last chapter.

Chapter Two

Meanings

"I don't need your charity, thank you very much. Now, get this food out of my sight before I shove it in your loose ass."

"Aww… Don't be such an ungrateful gent, you're losing your touch."

"I'm a gentleman where and when I wanted to be. Your mere presence just makes me want to strike you across the face."

"If I plead with all my heart and soul, would you be my gentleman?"

"No."

"Pleaseeeee?"

"No."

"Pweaseeeee?"

"Now you're just being ridiculous."

"Just eat the cake." Byakuran smiled pleasantly.

"I'm out of here."

"Ah, ah, ah, Giotto-kun," Byakuran wiggled his finger from across the table in front of Giotto, "Kami-san won't be happy with you wasting food." Byakuran dodged a punch heading his way. He shaped his hand into a chopping style and chopped Giotto's head center.

Giotto's bangs hid his eyes while the top of his head lets out steam. He counter attacked while Byakuran was busy celebrating his win and punched the idiot straight in the face.

"Qu'est-ce que dans les quatre lieux de l'enfer est le problème avec ces imbéciles!"

"Je ferme que la bouche de la vôtre, si j'étais vous." Byakuran said to the ugly french man while nursing a bleeding nose.

Their location? In a small café shop near where the giant marry-go-round is standing. Just a couple of steps away really, so it's a bit crowdy. Due to the busy evening, all the shady spots were taken by dating teens and adults and some people with other agendas. So they were seated in the center of the shop, next to the ugly French man and his date.

Byakuran looked at the man darkly, violet eyes narrowed and a sneer touching his lips. With the bleeding nose added, he looks like a dangerous poe you don't want to cross. The ugly man paled visibly and looked away quickly, dismissing his date's questions. Byakuran smirked victoriously. Giotto looked on, amused.

"I didn't know you speak French."

"And I didn't know you'd actually hit me." Byakuran pouted and put a white clothe to cover his nose.

"You were asking for it."

"You started it." He wiped the blood clean.

"You seconded it."

"Blame the one who seconded it." Byakuran muttered and sipped his tea, "Anyway, what are you doing here in England? I doubt Reborn would let you out." His smirk got bigger when he saw the barely seen twitched Giotto did.

"Ara, getting away from our favorite hitman eh, Giotto-kun?" Byakuran chuckled.

"And that, dear frenemy, is none of your business."

"It's always my business!" Byakuran smiled, "I need to know everything about you, you know?"

"If this is about the Vongola business, I'll kill you."

"You always want to kill me."

"You're always out for my blood. It's fair."

"Good point." Byakuran sipped his tea.

"Now," Byakuran put his tea down, "Where'd you want to go?"

"Anywhere, away from you."

"Enough with those cutting remarks, I wanna go somewhere." The white-haired glanced at the ugly French man; said man flinched violently with the look Byakuran thrown at him.

"You're here alone?"

"What? No, actually, my brother is here with me… and a couple of guards surrounding the area we're in now." Giotto looked surprised, "What?"

"You have a brother?"

"Oh yeah, you don't know that information," Byakuran mumbled, "Well yes I have,"

Giotto casually looked around, spotting said guards in black suits surrounding the café they were in. An elbow on the table while the other resting across, he rested his head on his erected hand and levered Byakuran with a serious face, "Dealing with you is hell already, now you tell me you have a brother? My life just went deeper in hell than it already is."

"Glad I was the source of your hell." Byakuran chuckled behind his hand, "And no, my brother is really quite lovable. You should see him."

"I doubt that 'lovable' part. Anything that comes out of your mouth has a double meaning in it."

"You judge me quickly." The white-haired said dryly.

"Good observation."

"Giotto-kun, you wound me so much."

A phone rang. Byakuran searched his pants.

"It's mine. Oh, hello Tsu~. Where are you?" a pause, "Ara, gomen gomen. You see the big carousel? Yep, I'm just around the corner, you'll see a café named—" byakuran covered the receiver, "What café is this, Giotto-kun?"

"Three Broomsticks."

"—There Broomsticks, dear. See you~" The white-haired hang up.

"Tsu? Your boyfriend?"

"What? Oh Giotto," Byakuran laughed, "That was my brother."

"RAN-NII!" A voice echoed in the shop.

"That was fast." Giotto raised an eyebrow as Byakuran look on and winked at him.

"Do you know I got lost because of you!?"

"Calm down, Tsu, it's only London! Be mad at me if I left you alone in the dessert." Byakuran smiled. "Besides, you have Ricardo by your side."

Giotto glanced around and saw a teen with soft, spiky hair that creepily looks like his own soft ones. The eyes though, got his attention. It was the most innocent looking eyes he'd ever seen.

"Ricardo is as hopeless as I am." Tsu pouted as he reached their table while Byakuran continue to smile. His pout disappeared when his round eyes found Giotto's sharp ones. Tsu smiled.

"Oh, hello." Tsu waved at him. The blond plastered a gentle smile on his lips and wave back smoothly. The smile wasn't even fake.

"Your friend, Ran-nii?" Byakuran chuckled.

"In a way, yes." Tsu looked at his brother curiously.

"He's a dangerous enemy of our Family." Byakuran continued, his voice overflowed with seriousness. Tsu looked at his brother clueless while Giotto's eyebrow rose.

"Family? I didn't know we have family quarrels with another family." Tsu exclaimed. Byakuran lost his serious demeanor and laughed outright. Tsu adopted an annoyed expression.

"Nah, I was jesting. He's actually a business competitor, as equally famous as our company, regrettably." Giotto shot the white-haired man an amuse look.

"Really?" Tsu piped out, looking at Giotto "It's nice to meet you. I'm Tsunayoshi Fleur, Ran-nii's younger brother." Tsu—now Tsunayoshi—bowed.

"Don't you mean little brother?" Byakuran said.

"Nobody likes your double meanings, Ran-nii." Tsunayoshi muttered and Byakuran pouted. Giotto chuckled.

"I see we have a mutual understanding," the blond smirked and stared at the brunette with interest, "Ieyatsu Sawada, pleasure to meet you."

Well, according to Google Translator:

Qu'est-ce que dans les quatre lieux de l'enfer est le problème avec ces imbéciles!—What in the four places in hell is wrong with these imbeciles!

Je ferme que la bouche de la vôtre, si j'étais vous—I'd shut that mouth of yours if I were you.

See you next time.

©Alex™