"Where am I?" The brunette asked as he sat up on the bed, holding his head. It ached like crazy. The brunette then wonders what he did to get his head to be this painful. He scanned the bright-colored room to see that he was alone. The sun shined light into the room, giving it a very homey atmosphere.

He gets out of the bed and exits the room. "Who am I? Is this my house?" He said to himself. He shifts his attention to a noise outside and exits the front door with caution. There at the front of the house, he sees a young beautiful blonde man with spiky hair, blue eyes, and broad back cutting wood on a tree stump with an axe. The blonde quickly noticed the brunette and stopped chopping wood. He stares at the other without doing anything.

The brunette looks outside to see that this lonely house is surrounded by trees. 'Are we in a forest?'

"Um… Where am I? Do we know each other?" The brunette asks.

The blonde only smiles. He then leaves his axe onto the stump and walks towards him.

"It seems you don't remember. This is my place. You had quite the fall last night. I'm Giotto di Vongola." He pats the other on the head.

"Then… Who am I?" Tsuna felt something within this Giotto man; a feeling that told him to run away.

The man looked at him with surprise. Did he not know who he is? "I'm guessing you have amnesia. You're Tsunayoshi Sawada. We're lovers."

Tsuna looked at him and scrunched his eyebrows. "But we're both men, right?"

"But we love each other, so gender doesn't matter." Giotto smiles, "Did you just wake up? I'll make breakfast."

Tsuna looked at Giotto as he cut some vegetables. "Um… What exactly happened to me?"

Giotto stopped cutting vegetables and turned around to look at Tsuna. He looked down, sporting a gloomy expression.

"You were going to commit suicide. I tried to stop you, but you got injured in the process and so that's why you have amnesia." He looked at Tsuna to see how he would react to hear such depressing news especially about himself.

"Suicide? But why?" He replies.

Giotto didn't want to continue talking about this subject so there won't be an awkward atmosphere during breakfast. Giotto preferred lighter and happier things to talk about. Tsuna understood and stopped asking questions.

After he finished preparing breakfast, Giotto served the both of them and sat down on the opposite side of Tsuna. The table was made of wood, so Tsuna assumes that Giotto made this.

"Giotto, did you make this table?"

Giotto smiles and nods his head. "I skillfully crafted this with love for the both of us to use when we lived together three months ago."

Tsuna didn't know what made him feel very anxious about Giotto. He seems more like a very kind gentleman.

Oh if only he knew…