And so my fanfiction endeavors continue. I hope these aren't just terrible. They're little stories based on my favorite yaoi couple in all of KHR, Hayato Gokudera and Tsunayoshi Sawada (aka 5927). Honestly, if these two don't get together or something by the end of the series, I'll just die.
I don't think any yaoi-loving person dislikes this pairing. I, myself am usually a yaoi hater, but for 5927, D18 and SatoshiDaisuke (D N Angel), I'll make an exception. (Maybe I love them so much because they're canon? But there are some canon yaoi couples that I don't like, too *pokes 8059*… I don't know.)
Anyway, on to the story now! I don't own KHR.
First up is "What's in a Name?", titled from a line in Romeo and Juliet, mistakenly one of the most "romantic" plays of all time. Read the damn play. It is not romantic.
0o.o0o.o0
What's in a Name?
With the Sin in one hand and my other hand over my heart, I stared at the old man earnestly, my lips straight, my eyelids tired. The blood inside the vial was a haunting blackish-red and flowed on its own. I felt like I was holding another person just between my left thumb and fingers.
Grandpa's voice was determined and sturdy. "I, Tsunayoshi Sawada…"
"I, Tsunayoshi Sawada…" I repeated in the same tone.
"…Do solemnly swear…" "…Do solemnly swear…"
"…On my life and the legacy of the Vongola…" "…On my life and the legacy of the Vongola…"
"…To responsibly uphold the position…" "…To responsibly uphold the position…"
"…Of the Tenth Vongola Boss and Sky Guardian." "…Of the Tenth Vongola Boss and Sky Guardian."
Timoteo nodded, shook my hand firmly and moved on to the person standing beside me. I gazed emptily out into the awed crowd, exhaling in relief. It felt for a second like a huge weight came off of my shoulders, only to be promptly replaced by one that fell onto me from the heavens. I then focused on the swearing-in next to me.
Timoteo's moustache wiggled as he spoke, while the silver-haired boy in front of him held his large, weblike hand over his own chest.
"I, Marcello Hayato Bianchi-Fontanegra the fourth…" "I, Marcello Hayato Bianchi-Fontanegra the fourth…"
Was that his real name? I actually figured before that Hayato Gokudera was an alias, since that's a Japanese name and he's Italian, but even so…
"…Do solemnly swear…" "…Do solemnly swear…"
"…On my life and the legacy of the Vongola…" "…On my life and the legacy of the Vongola…"
"…To responsibly uphold the position…" "…To responsibly uphold the position…"
"…Of the Tenth Vongola Storm Guardian."
"…Of the Tenth Vongola Storm Guardian." The bomber's Storm Ring gleamed brightly for a moment. He gulped when the Vongola Ninth nodded and shook his hand. A look of relief and tension similar to mine took Hayato Gokudera's face.
The silver-haired teen continued glaring straight forward. I don't think he noticed that I was staring at him the entire time, out of the corner of my eye.
0o.o0o.o0
I approached the huge wooden double-doors at the back of the party room, not only alone among all the people, but lonely. I remembered that Gokudera had disappeared from the scene shortly after all my Guardians, my Outside Advisor and I had sworn in, so when I was told by the Ninth Storm Guardian that Gokudera wanted to speak with me privately and was waiting in the tangent ballroom, I immediately headed for him.
Glancing about to see if anyone was watching, I gripped the smooth silver handle, opened the door, slipped in quietly and shut it behind me. Everything in the huge secret room echoed. The ceiling was painted with angels and adorned with gold, the walls ivory paneling, the floor finely polished wood planks. A large window exposed the whole night sky from the back wall, and the ballroom was serene and filled with a pale darkness; a beam of moonlight shined on Gokudera. He wore a full tuxedo, his hair was combed neatly and he sat slumped over the keys of a beautiful grand piano in the corner, his hands lying limply at his sides on the bench. His smoky green eyes were lost in the stars. In the white glow, he looked nothing but angelic, a solitary beacon in the quiet night.
I'm sure he heard me open the door, or if not definitely noticed my booming light footsteps as I walked in, slowly, towards him. I stopped. He wasn't moving.
"You… wanted to see me, Gokudera-kun?" I whispered meekly. Of course, in the big, empty room, my voice may as well have been a launching rocket.
His head turned sluggishly. He had a calm and somber expression on his face as he eyed me. "Yes."
I stayed in the shadows as I watched him arise, gracefully come at me. Our eyes met briefly. His looked as though he so desperately wanted to say or do something, but just couldn't, and was angry and upset and confused about the fact that he could not figure out why.
Then he lowered himself. It startled me at first to see him drop, but I steadied a little when he propped himself on the ground on one knee. His head was lowered – all I could see was the top of his gossamer silver hair. Then he took my hand in his.
I shuddered a little when I felt his lips curl around my knuckles. "Tenth…" he murmured. And he looked up at me with burning honesty in his eyes.
"Tenth, as my old self, I promised to be the Vongola Storm Guardian. And I promised on just the Vongola and myself. But that… made me realize something."
He placed his thumb over the back of my hand and rubbed back and forth lightly. "As Hayato Gokudera, being honest and open… I swear to you that I will be your right hand man for as long as I live, be loyal to you, a friend to you, cherish you and do everything in my humble, God-given power to make you happy, healthy and safe."
I swallowed loudly. My eyes began to sting. And suddenly, I cried out, "Who am I?"
His face tensed. His thumb stopped moving. "What?"
I took in a breath and sighed heavily, and I could feel my eyes bulging. "Who am I, Gokudera-kun? Who are you swearing to? You say you're Hayato Gokudera the Right Hand Man, you know who you are. But do you know who I am, Gokudera-kun? Do you know who you are swearing to?" I was nearly shouting it, and I didn't like that, but what I said just had to come out.
We stared at each other for a moment, his expression stunned, my face red and smeared with tears.
His head fell again.
There was silence.
I just stood there, my watery eyes set on him with less and less intensity. As I unconsciously kept my hand in his, I started thinking frantically, Oh, no, what did I just do…?
Time passed. The darkness became thicker. Gokudera kept his face pointing down. The silence and the buildup of my thoughts almost completely turned off my ability to listen in the great, silent room, and I was dangerously close to not hearing the most important thing of all.
"Ts… Tsu-una…"
It was faint. It was stuttering. It was magical. And with a great struggle, he completed my name.
"Ts-Tsuna-y-y-yoshi… S-S-Sawada… Tsunayoshi Sawada." He looked back up at me, pure truth and triumph in his eyes and in his voice, declaring, "I swear to Tsunayoshi Sawada! To be Tsunayoshi Sawada's right hand man as long as I live, to be loyal to Tsunayoshi Sawada, a friend to Tsunayoshi Sawada, cherish Tsunayoshi Sawada and do everything in my humble, God-given power to make Tsunayoshi Sawada happy, healthy and safe!"
The sound of my name escaping his lips, in that voice with the rasp and the over flowing emotion and the songlike Italian accent, was the strangest thing I ever thought I would hear. But I wanted it so badly. I was gushing out tears and choking back whines and gasps as he gazed up at me with that vigor I had become fond of. He held a pleading look.
I collapsed to my knees and slammed both my arms around him, burying my soaking wet face in his shirt collar. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms back around me too, and we pulled each other closer.
Between my wails that bounced uncontrollably off the high walls and ceiling, I muttered into his neck, "That's it. That's all I needed to hear." A sniffle from the Tenth Vongola Storm Guardian echoed around us, too. The stars' twinkle carried the darkness away, and we became new, as Tsunayoshi Sawada and his Right Hand Man.
0o.o0o.o0
Yes, I did definitely make Gokudera's full name up. I mean, come on, he's GOT to be using an alias. If he's really Italian, why is his name Japanese? It just doesn't add up. Oh yes, and there are four of him…
I just thought that'd be an interesting name to do, since: one of the meanings for Marcello is "war", Hayato means "falcon person" (which are kind of opposites), Gokudera means "prison temple" (not included but also opposites), Bianchi means "white" and Fontanegra means "black fountain." His whole name basically signifies a great internal struggle.
…Then again, Mukuro Rokudo is Italian, too, and his name is Japanese – but that's got to be fake! Who in the right mind would name their child "Corpse"? Even Mukuro's (lack of) parents aren't that stupid.
Ah… oh well. This is a Japanese anime, so what are you going to do?
Anyhow, I'll post the next chapter as soon as I get some more 5927 ideas down. BTW, these are all supposed to be out of order, not really to connect with one another – there is no ultimate storyline – and they will generally be one-sided, like Gokudera's love for Tsuna is unrequited and/or Tsuna loves Gokudera too but doesn't realize it or is too afraid to say so. :D