100 Ways to Love You

Chapter 1: Love At First Glance

Rating : T

Gokudera Hayato was fierce, scary, Italian boy. At least in everyone else's eyes, but in the eyes of Yamamoto Takeshi, Gokudera was unique, gorgeous, and lovely in every way. He had the strangest white hair, but it looked so soft and so beautiful. Sometimes Yamamoto wanted to touch it. The Italian boy also had bright green eyes, not too light but not too dark. They contrasted greatly against his light skin that shone like a burning fire. When Gokudera had first transferred, these things caught Yamamoto's eye immediately. He wondered how such a pretty person could have such an expression. He watched as Tsuna's desk turned over. He didn't say anything, too captivated by the transfer student, but why would that boy come from Italy, such a long way?

Not very long after, he found out. A game, a game called the Mafia Game, which apparently was supposedly real. This was fine, he didn't care how dangerous, as long as he had a reason to be near Gokudera. Yamamoto thanked god for letting Gokudera's house being so close to his, it gave him a reason to walk alone with them. Sometimes, he didn't want to attend practice so he could walk home with the silver haired boy, but his love for baseball was too large, not as large as the growing affection for the other boy. He felt it was wrong, doing all this, all this for a boy. He couldn't help it. Every single time he saw the boy, he wanted to make that face show emotion. Even if it was anger.

He had to tell him sometime, right? He had to. If he didn't, he felt like he would be eaten inside out. To have to keep everything in. He also hated it, the fact that Tsuna could get Gokudera so easily to be happy, but Yamamoto himself had to go to such lengths. As the days went by, the game became more and more real. People were attacking Gokudera. Everything seemed alright, until Gokudera got poisoned. Yamamoto was alerted greatly, but said nothing. When he fell, into that pit with this animal boy, he realized, this isn't a game anymore, but said nothing at all. He didn't need to, it didn't matter as long as he was near the Italian.

The day that he asked to meet Gokudera on the roof top, Gokudera had thought it to be a fight. Finally the baseball idiot was willing to settle this, but when Yamamoto had told, well shouted, that he loved him, Gokudera was completely caught off guard. He stood there stunned. His mouth opened in panic and shouted back, "Like hell I'll go out with a baseball idiot." Oh no. What had he done. That's not what he wanted to say. The expression on Yamamoto's face stabbed him in the heart. Oh no, oh no, that's not what he wanted to say. Maybe it was just a curiosity at first, but slowly, he did notice the baseball idiot. He just didn't say anything.

Where Yamamoto touched burned, it felt like he was on fire at time. Crackling like the dynamites that he used. Gokudera hated that feeling, it was uncomfortable. He couldn't be in the same room as the idiot without being uncomfortable. After the confession, Gokudera couldn't look at Yamamoto the same. He knew the feeling now. This is probably what people called love. He wouldn't know. Why did he reject him? It was now even more uncomfortable as they walked home.

One day, at Yamamoto's house, the Tenth had to go home earlier. Gokudera was about to leave, but when the idiot as for his to stay, with that pained smiling expression, he stayed. He wanted to leave oh so badly, but something told him, stay. Breaking the silence, his father came up telling them he had to make deliveries and wouldn't be home later that night. Gokudera panicked. He got up to leave only to go downstairs, get a cup of water, and go back upstairs. He mentally slapped himself. He sat down, silence taking over again. Yamamoto finally finished his home work and turned on the TV.

Gokudera couldn't take it, his whole body was burning at this point. He grabbed the idiot by the collar and connected their lips. If his eye's weren't closed, he would probably see the shocked expression on Yamamoto's face.

Yamamoto couldn't move, he found himself kissing the boy back, as they moved into a more comfortable position, which involved Gokudera sitting on Yamamoto's lap. He felt Gokudera's arms wrap around his head and a tongue darting into his own mouth. He closed his eyes also and wrapped his arms around Gokudera's waist. Their tongues wrestled for a while but eventually breaking the kiss. Gokudera needed to come up for air. Both faces flushed and staring at one another. Gokudera opened his mouth and closed it again. Yamamoto just stared.

"I love you."

"I know."

"I loved you at first sight."

It didn't matter which said it, because it applied to both.

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Teehee. No lemon this time perverts, because my parents are watching. Be prepared for a long story, because it's going to be 100 chapters, but each a different world and different story. Like, what if's.

So tell me readers, which what if would you like to read next?

1. What if 80 and 59 were child hood friends?

2. What if Reborn never met 27?

3. What if 80 was getting married?

4. What if 80 and 59 shared an umbrella?

5. What if 59 was in love with 27?

Don't worry, it's all 8059, so don't be afraid to choose which story. Also, please R&R and choose which one, because I wont write the next story until I get a majority. If you have an idea, I'd love to hear it, maybe it'll turn up on the next survey!