AN: a fill for the kink meme. Request was something like, 'Yamamoto and Gokudera get kidnapped and comfort each other' or something. Instead of what they asked for, I gave them this. Ohohoho.
It was amazing how little there was to do when you were stuck in a box.
Well. A box was a negative description of what Gokudera was trapped in- it was more like a ten by ten cube made of dirt and stone. To be positive, he would even go as far as to call it a cellar of some sort- it certainly was fucking cold enough. And sort of damp.
Plus, there wasn't any light whatsoever. Or doors, as far as he could tell.
But that was being negative again.
...
It was really hard to be positive when you were stuck in a fucking box.
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Time was nonexistent when you were in a box. Gokudera estimated that he had been in there for maybe two hours, maybe three.
Maybe a few days, because he had woken up bloody and groggy and laying face-first in dirt without any real reference to any time frame.
But to be positive, maybe an hour or two.
To be negative, he was probably going to die in a crazy fucking cellar surrounded by worms and his own drool.
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"I'm never going to get kidnapped again," Gokudera told the box after a while.
The box replied with a carefully executed silence, sarcastic and mocking.
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Gokudera must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew there was light, glorious, acid-burning light, glowing and pulsing and hitting his eyes like a hammer to a walnut.
It was from above. Maybe eight, nine feet above. He stood up, hopeful and cautious (and a bit blind)-
There was a loud thump.
It was dark again.
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"Haha, and that's how I got down here," The thump said, all warm and damp and familiar-smelling pressed to Gokudera's side. "I came after you, and then, bam. They threw me down here!"
And that's how Yamamoto came to be in the box, too.
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"So it's really cold down here," Yamamoto noted, still positive despite Gokudera warning him that they were going to die in the stupid box.
"Conserve your strength and shut up," Gokudera muttered.
There was a pause. Yamamoto breathed and Gokudera shifted his weight, trying to find a comfortable position to rest in. Resting was important in his plan, vital, to say the least. Rest, then attack!
....somehow.
"Am I comfy?" Yamamoto wanted to know, fingers sifting through Gokudera's hair.
"No," Gokudera replied.
Liar, the box seemed to say.
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Days passed. Weeks.
Gokudera was sure the box was consuming his sanity, piece by piece.
Or maybe that was Yamamoto and his fucking habit of tapping his feet when bored.
Still.
Insanity was looming.
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"What do you mean, we've only been here three hours?!"
Yamamoto looked up from his cell phone, face whitewashed and pleasant. "Yeah, about. You were here about three hours before that... so not long at all, haha!"
Gokudera stared at him.
"Oh, Tsuna texted me. Hibari is on his way to rescue us. What a nice guy!"
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What kind of kidnappers don't check a kid for a cell phone, Gokudera thought, belated. Fucking unprofessional, that's what that was.
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Hibari took his sweet time picking them up.
"You herbivores are pitiful," he informed them, throwing them a rope before disappearing from sight.
"That was fast," Yamamoto quipped, helping Gokudera up the short distance of rope. Gokudera bit back a searing retort in favor of concentrating. Climbing a rope was not his forte.
A bit later, when they were walking from the silent mansion (Hibari had done his job a bit too well), Yamamoto laughed.
Gokudera looked at him sharply, disgruntled. "What?"
"I was just thinking we probably could have gotten out ourselves."
"Fuck you."
the end.
(sorry about the lack of sex. or kissing. or, you know, rational plot.)