Disclaimer: KHR doesn't belong to me.
It is not a story, it doesn't make any sense and I don't care at all.
:) have fun.
What are you going to dress tonight?
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"Is it easier for you?"
"Of course it is not! I am just trying Gokudera!"
"Of course."
Gokudera whispers briefly, his pale fingers under those big hands, his eyes looking any place else to be.
After all, his black Italian shoes are so interesting tonight.
"Is it ok? Are we ok?"
Of course not.
"I am tired Yamamoto. It's fine, ok? I just have to go."
And he thinks that the sound of his black shoes is such like a Storm.
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He liked those pants.
He really loved them because they were a gift from Jyuudaime.
Isn't a shame they are right there, now, lying restless on the floor?
"Are you thinking about me?"
He looks back those dark eyes.
He asks back those white words.
"Are you?"
"Of course I am! All the time, Hayato."
White lies, blue pants, tan skin, smooth lips, harsh hands, Gokudera thinks something about colors and feelings, and how those pants look so ugly on the floor.
He used to like them, but not tonight.
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Button by button, step by step, he finished getting dressed.
"I thinkā¦"
"What?"
"Only that. I am always thinking, Yamamoto. I stopped feeling about it."
The wine-red shirt closes his chest, a perfect look through the mirror.
"Why?"
"Do you want to have sex tonight?"
"What?"
"I think I do."
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Hayato finished putting his clothes to dry.
Naked, he walks through the apartment, lifting a cigar, chasing a book to read while the Rain is passing by, outside.
Phone calls.
"Haru?"
"Hieee, Gokudera-kun! Do you know where my boyfriend is?"
"I am sorry, I have no idea. I just got home."
"Oh, Haru thinks Yamamoto-kun is on the door! Sorry for the trouble!"
"No, that's fine."
"Have a nice day!"
"You too."
Naked, he smokes his cigarettes through the afternoon.
And he thinks.
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Gokudera stood up, looking at the mirror.
The silver hair seemed brighter than ever under the red fedora.
"Since when do you use a hat Gokudera?"
"It's easier to see when my hair doesn't fall in front of my eyes."
"Oh. You always think about everything, right?"
"I think too much, Yamamoto."
Pale fingers over the knob, a strong smile on his face.
"Can't you try to feel, just for a moment, tonight?"
"Of course I can."
Properly dressed, Hayato leaves the hotel room, closing the door behind him.
He is pretty sure where to go, walking on his shoes, tonight.
OWARI
