Aly: Hi! This is my first attempt at an 8059 fic. I really love the pairing, and about the same time I started loving them I started to love the JDrama Last Friends. I got a lot of inspiration from both that the song Prisoner of Love by Hikaru Utada, and the Manga/anime JunJou Romantica. They're a lot alike Nowaki/Hiroki in my eyes (they're my fave couple in the series). I really recommend to you to watch both, and to see the scenes that I stole and twisted to fit this story. Love you all for reading this, YamaGoku forever!

Clouds were rolling in, dark and heavy. And soon they opened up for rain to crash down. Umbrellas and unprepared folks hurried their way to get under cover. Though, Hayato Gokudera simply walked slower in the celestial tears, not caring about getting wet. He was actually thankful, thankful that the droplets hid his own tears somewhat, though nothing could close the bleeding wound of his sprit.

Gomenasai Juudaime. . . For everything

XxXx

Goudera and Tsuan were walking home, it was Friday and the weekend finally here. The yakyuubaka was at practice so that meant that Hayato had his boss all to himself on the walk home. How special this time was for the young bomber. Because this was the day he would tell his Juudaime how much he meant to him. How much he was in love with him.

The whole trip to the place the bomb technician kept going over plans on how to confess to him finally. At the cross in the road where the two would normally part ways Gokudera finally gather up the courage to tell Tsuna.

"Juudaime!"

"Eh? Nani Gokudera-kun?" the tuna asked turning around to look at his right hand man.

"Ano. . .erm. . . Boku wa. . ." the Itaillan tried to stutter out.

Tsuna simply stood there waiting for his friend to finish, though it was strange. Usually the teen would have no problem telling what was on his mind, to both kids his age and his seniors. It was actually kinda scary to see him all tongue tied.

"Is everything alright Gokudera-kun?"

"No! Erm Yes! I mean. . . Arg!" The Italian yelled frustrated, "Boku wa daisuki!"

The brunette just stood there wide eyed and in complete shock at what he just heard. After a moment he blushed fiercely at this sudden confession. "Go-Gokudera-kun. . . do you r-really . . . like me? Like that?"

"Hai Juudaime!" The silver haired teen answered bowing hoping to hide his own blush.

"Well. . . Um gomenasai Gokudera-kun. . . I don't feel the same." Tsuna admitted rubbing the back of his head looking away.

At the sound of those words, Hayato's heart froze leaving an unbearable pain in its wake. Gokudera was trying to convince himself that it was just a simple rejection to stop the pain. Everyone is rejected somehow at some point in their live, and this wasn't Hayato's first rejection. Besides, Juudaime didn't hate him for confessing. . .

Right?

"Gomenasai Gokudera-kun." Tsuan apologized once more.

"Em. . . It's fine Juudaime. I should be apologizing. Gomenasai!" The taller teen said moving quickly to get out of his boss's presence.

"Wait Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna called out worried about one of his best friends. However, he received no answer, only the fading figure of his right-hand-man run away from him.

XxXx

Alone and soaked to the bone, Gokudera sat alone in Namimori's Park. Alone with the street lights glowing in the downpour, he allowed his broken heart to cry out. He felt that if he continued he might be driven to madness. Or maybe he was crossed that line already, and this was just the beginning of the pain.

The rain might have been able to numb Gokudera's body, but his heart was still in agony. After kami knows long Gokudera couldn't move or say speak anymore. Hoarse, tired, and still in pain all he could do was whimper at how pathetic his life was. How worthless he was and how maybe if he just disappeared he would make everything better. I mean if one took a look at Hayato Gokudera's life, one could see how meaningless his life was. He was a bastard child, always relying on those around him, causing trouble for everyone. What good was he? He was no right-hand-man fit to stand beside Juudaime, he was just some bastard trash.

Too lost in his thoughts he didn't notice when the rain stopped crashing down on him. Though what brought him back into reality was warm friendly voice.

"Gokudera-kun?"

Confused on who would come out here and do such a kind act, the said teen looked up. He looked up to see the concerned face of no other than the yakyuubaka holding an umbrella over him.

"What do you want, yakyuubaka?" he hissed. Stunned at how gravelly his voice has gotten.

"Nothing, I was just coming back from a delivery for pops." The swordsman answered getting underneath the cover of his umbrella. "How long have you been here?"

"For a while. . ."

"Is everything alright?" Yamamoto asked. Though he didn't get any verbal response, the look on his friend's face spoke his pain for him. "Ah- You know what, don't answer that." He quickly changed. And for that, the rejected teen was thankful for. "Come on let's go to my place. We can get you dried off."

"I don't need your help." He said getting up got go far away from Yamamoto; though it seemed like the rain had some effect and he started to lose balance.

With his quick reflexes Takeshi caught Gokudera , he chuckled and said "Yeah, I know you don't need my help, but does that mean you can't take it anyways?"

After a few short moment of debating whether or not to accept his help he finally decided to give in and let the taller teen take care of him. The walk to the Yamamoto residence was in complete silence, with only the pounding rain storm crashing around them. Weak, and on the verge of fainting, Gokudera had to lean on Yamamoto for support.

While Gokudera was stilling drowning in self pitty, Takeshi thoughts were all on what happened to the Italian.

It doesn't look like he got into a fight with anyone. So why is he in such a bad shape? Maybe he got into an argument with Tsuna. . . No, he's too loyal to him to do that. If that's not the case ,what happened? The Japanese boy took a quick look at the fragile looking boy at his side. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, It looks like he's been crying.

When they reached the Yamamoto's Sushi Bar they received strange looks from the customers. However, Yamamoto paid little attention to them and half led half dragged his soaked friend to his room. Setting him on his bed he went into his bathroom to get some (a lot) of towels to dry them both off.

"You might want to take a shower, it warm you up." Yamamoto said handing Gokudera a towel, "I'll see if I can find any old clothes that can fit you." He went off into his dresser to see if he could find any old clothes.

With only a grunt the bomb technician went to the restroom. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes; he simply stood under the warm water. His own salty tears mixing with the shower water, though these tears weren't the same as before. To be honest, Gokudera wasn't sure where these tears came from and why. All he knew is that he felt the pain ease up, if only a small bit. After a few minutes, reason finally came to him and he stripped of his soggy clothes. When decided to leave the warm wet paradise he turned the water off. As he stepped out drying himself off he saw some old sweats and a shirt.

When did Yamamoto come in? Gokudera wonder pulling on his friend's clothes, taking in a deep breath he checked to see if he could smell the stench of the yakyuubaka. Well at least he gave me something clean.

When he returned to the yakyuubaka's room he was alone, apparently Yamamoto thought he would be in there longer. Sighing in took a seat on his bed. Starring out in the dark city, the sky was still crying, much like his heart. However, for now he was in a strange twisted kind of peace.

Takeshi was helping his father clean up after the last customer, and once he said good night he went up to his room to see if Gokudera was done in the shower. When he reached his room he was greeted with a sleeping Gokudera on his bed. Steadily he moved to cover his friend up so he wouldn't get a cold, however he couldn't help but notice his friend was crying again in his sleep. This caused worry to be etched into the baseball player's face. When he went in the bathroom to drop off his clothes he could hear Gokudera's faint whimpers. What happened, and why couldn't he tell him? Couldn't Gokudera trust him?

"Please don't cry anymore." He whispered as slowly moved his face towards Gokudera's. And for a few moments the rain stopped as both Takeshi Yamamoto and Hayato Gokudera shared a kiss.

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Gokudera,

At that time I didn't know alot about you, your past, or your pain

Though I wanted to know

And when I saw you, face distorted in pain

It only made my resolved to protect you stronger

Even if you pushed me away, or even try to kill me

If it was you Gokudera,

I think I could be happy, and die with a smile on my face.

Translation notes:

Gomenasai- Sorry

Juudaime- 10th boss

Yakyuubaka- Baseball idiot

Nani- What

Boku was daisuki– I really like you (Thank you Ryokou for the help!)

Kami - God (Sorry I've forgot to add this one in)

Arigato (thank you) again for reading the binging of this story and sorry if I make a mistake in grammar, translation, or OOC-ness. Eheheh. . . And if you have any suggestions or helpful advice I'm all ears (eyes).