Ever meeting it..no her, Yamamoto's life had a different meaning now.
My friends are counting on me. If I don't meet Tsuna, Reborn, and the others at the rendezvous...
Such things were in Yamamoto's mind now.
Although Reborn has called Yamamoto Takeshi a 'natural-born hitman' Yamamoto was not prepared for that meeting.
Getting ready to attack Genkishi, legs moving through the murky waters, mentally screaming "Shigure Souen Style: Special Style Tenth Form."
Uaack! Slamming into something hard, Yamamoto's brain reeled back in his head, but still able to faintly recognized what was going on.
With one look, he was mesmerized. She was beautiful. Shiny, smooth, and ever so strong willed. Standing with a pride even though he smashed into her. This wall was his fated lover. Yamamoto stayed in this position for a while, relishing the moment. Besides, he had an excuse, he was injured.
W80 needs more love. This is my first fic so if you can please give some criticism. Of course, praise is lovely as well.
AND...I do not own KHR. Akira Amano owns it