Notes: Apparently KHR is my new playground now.
Notes 2: Please drop a review!
05. Once they were almost something.
That was before.
Now is after.
04. When Tsuna takes Gokudera with him to Italy as his right hand man, it is not Yamamoto's place to intervene. Instead he gets drunk at night and does business during the day. It's his way of forgetting, slowly and painfully. Gokudera would like that. Or maybe not. He can't quite remember anymore.
03. He doesn't miss baseball as much as he thought he would. Being in the mafia is kind of a game, too, if you get down to it, only the rules are much more gory. But Yamamoto is a fast learner and, if nothing else, loyal. In his world that is enough to survive even though he is not always strong enough to win. Neither is Gokudera, and it wrecks him every time.
Yamamoto watches him struggle, with his future, with his purpose, with himself. Gokudera is made of a hundred broken wires tied up into a briery bundle, edgy and occlusive, and he keeps on jabbing himself with his own thorns.
It's beautiful, in an unhealthy sort of way.
02. Tsuna is like a magnet, and Yamamoto finds himself drawn to him like everyone else. Everyone except Gokudera. Gokudera isn't drawn.
"Why do you want this so much?" Yamamoto asks him.
Gokudera sizes him up with eyes like pearls of forged ash. "I don't," he says and twirls the dynamite in his hand. "I need it."
He fires the fuse.
01. Yamamoto doesn't understand much apart from "trouble" and "bad" and "Gokudera", but he helps anyway. (He wants to see the boy react.)
The air smells of electricity, burnt and musty. Yamamoto cracks a crooked grin.
(He wants to see the boy react to him.)
00. The first time Yamamoto sees Gokudera he doesn't think bombs or explosions. He thinks smoke and fire, pushing up into the air, up and away. To him Gokudera is nothing more than a swirling silhouette, stuck in eternal movement. He is not something to be touched, to be held and kept, but raw emotion, clawing at Yamamoto's insides.
Yamamoto isn't sure he can resist.