WARNINGS: AU, 8059, yaoi/boys love. Don't like, don't read, please. Un-betad.
Summary: Gokudera Hayato is a famous writer known by the pen name G., because he wants to keep anonymous he never gives autograph's audience, never shows himself in photos and never gives any kind of interview. But, he was in need of someone to clean his house…
Rating M for the many next smut chapters I intend to write… Truthfully, I hope this will be the only chapter with no sexy actions at all xD
For those not used to my text styles, here's a little guide:
- Italic for dialogues. – Always between those little traces which I don't know the English names for them.
"Italic for thoughts" Always between quotations marks.
Disclaimer: *trembling* Katekyo Hitman Reborn doesn't belong to me… Is that good, Reborn-san? No! Don't shoot me with Dying-Will Bullet! N-No! WAIT!
REBORN! I'll write this fanfic as if I were to DIE! *gets shot again and dies*
Chapter 01 – The Writer and The Idiot Maid(?)
Fuck. He hated how his apartment looked dirty. Lots of pans and leftovers on his kitchen, papers all the way to his room, some with written things on it, some just white, some just wrinkled. He needed a maid to clean his house. Oh, but he didn't want any annoying woman who couldn't keep his mouth shut to tell everybody he was a writer and, something he could be proud of, he was the writer.
A twenty years looking handsome man with silver hair sighed while he gathered all his papers and other stuffs from the floor to throw them appropriately in a trash. That man was no less than the best seller writer G., who wrote the eight most wonderful sci-fi and horror pieces of work and was known for being extremely young, a genius! Though that was almost the only information people had about him. The only people who knew his true identity was his best friend, Sawada Tsunayoshi, and his half-sister, Bianchi.
-… I guess I should go buy something for breakfast. – He stated when all the important papers were on the table and the trash can was so full of scraps, refrigerant cans and packages, that he had to change it for a new plastic bag.
Today was Wednesday, as all weeks, he'd go out in the morning, walk around to get some inspiration and smoke some cigarette, then buy his week's supplies. He dressed himself up with a white shirt left open to reveal his red T-shirt, a pair of gray jeans and all his usual accessories: rings, necklaces, belts, bracelets. Nobody would ever think he was a sci-fi and horror writer, in fact, nobody would ever think that young man was even a writer.
Well, nobody said he couldn't though.
As the elevator door opened, a scowl filled the green eyed youth when there stood a tall, well tanned man with black spiky hair and dark eyes that Gokudera sometimes wondered if they were gray or brown, well, he thought that depended on the day. On that day, those eyes had a melted chocolate color as they smiled to greet the Italian descendant.
- 'Morning, Gokudera. Buying some bread today? – The Japanese dressed in sportswear asked in a spirited way that always made Gokudera's mood worse.
- You always ask the same questions, Yamamoto. Aren't you tired of it? – The urge for a cigarette looked more important than his food at the moment. But he sighed and walked in, waiting for the door to close.
- Well, I wouldn't mind if you asked me if I was going to train today again, every time we met. – The man called Yamamoto looked at his companion with warmth. Oh, how that was annoying.
- You're such an idiot. When are you going to move anyway? I can't get to rest when there're all those fangirls of yours around the main hall. – His eyes were locked at the light changing the number at each floor, impatiently.
- Gokudera, you live in the 11th floor. It's impossible that all that ruckus get to your apartment that loud. – The baseball star player laughed.
- You say that because it's not you trying to work with all those screams. And just so you know, I like to work with my window open and that's why I can hear all those stupid girls. – The bad tempered man growled and for a moment, there was peace.
- You don't look like going out only for shopping. – Yamamoto Takeshi stated, while his eyes also kept track of the numbers.
-… I was thinking about employing someone to clean my apartment. Maybe I'm going to put an ad… – The shorter one sighed disappointed at his own lack of organization.
With a doorbell sound the elevator stopped at the main hall and the raven-haired man took the initiative to step out first, looked like he was a little hurried today, but just when the silver haired man was stepping out of the elevator too, he turned back and with a smile he said while waving his hand in the air:
- Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you, Gokudera. You look really good in glasses! Haha~! – Then he blinked one eye and started running to the door of the building.
Hayato stood there, blinking some more times, before getting red and taking the glasses out in a hurry. Damn it, he forgot to take those out, it must have been the sleep getting to him. Well, after all, he did stayed all night trying to continue his new novel. He felt better at night and early morning, when there wasn't much noise and he wouldn't feel bad when drinking to relax or smoking at the window because there was no one outside to complain. And, as anyone could see, he wasn't a pool of patience to hear random people's lecture.
Well, anyway, he put the glasses in his shirt pocket. He needed to smoke, and buy some supplies and, oh, he needed to put the ad about the maid.
On the next Monday, there was the ad. He really disliked dealing with people and receiving lots of calls wasn't something he loved too, but his house was really a mess and he loved more the feeling of tidy and well done things so he couldn't help it, right?
The doorbell rang. Crap, it was still seven in the morning. Why was there someone at his door that early? To tell the truth, he was almost going to bed after another night of work.
- I'm coming. Stop fucking pushing that button! – He shouted as he got closer to the door.
- Sorry, Gokudera. – That idiot smile was the last thing he wanted to see before going to bed, and it took some of his control not to just close the door at that stupid face.
- What the hell? It's still seven in the morning, Yamamoto! – Hayato closed his eyes and took his hand to massage his temples before he got a headache.
- I came here to offer you a deal. – The baseball maniac smiled, assuring him that it wasn't for anything bad.
- A deal? What about?
- I'm moving. – He said bluntly and that made the silver haired man look at him with wide open eyes. Oh, fuck. He was just joking, it couldn't be that the idiot took it serious, right?
- W-Wha…? – Before he started stuttering, he breathed and concentrated, he hated himself when he was sleepy. –… What do I have to do with that?
- That is, if you accept my deal. – The Japanese grinned wider. That was certainly not good.
-… Which is…? – Those wary eyes stared at Takeshi like they were searching for a sign of lie.
- It's about the person you're looking to clean your apartment. I can do it.
- You what? – The smaller youth looked at him, not believing in what he just heard.
- I can do it. I can clean, cook, organize whatever you ask me and all. – That stupid grin was too much already, all that information was making Gokudera's head spin.
- Wait. What does all of that have to do with you moving? – The writer took a hand to his face, sighing while trying to understand what the hell was happening.
- Well, that's part of the deal! I don't want you to pay me the salary! All you need to do is to pay the rent for my apartment!
-… You're crazy, that's more than the promised salary. – Gokudera frowned with a disapproving look. Can an idiot get more idiot…?
- Not if both of us move to an apartment with two rooms~. – He almost sang the last part, like he just came up with the most brilliant idea in the world…
- Go die. I'm not moving with you. – He didn't even know the guy that much, for God's sake.
- Come on, Gokudera~! – Takeshi stopped the door from being closed at his face and took one step inside the other's house. – I knew you wouldn't want to move from the building, so it's not like we're changing from this place. It's just another apartment!
- Get out, you bastard! – The shorter one tried his best to close the door Yamamoto was stopping from being shut.
- It will be cheaper than contracting a maid! And, at least, you know me, right? You won't need to deal with someone you don't even know! If you don't like the way I clean or the food I prepare, I give up! Let's just give it a try! We've known each other for five years now! – The raven haired youth listed all the advantages as fast as he could. Finally, Gokudera stopped.
Five years…? Well, he moved to that building five years ago, that's right. He had only sixteen at that time, now he was twenty one and, unfortunately, yes, he first met the Japanese guy almost at the day he came with all his luggage. Tsuna got along with Yamamoto really fast. The three of them finished high school together at the same school. Wow, time sure flies… And, maybe, Yamamoto wasn't that much of a stranger in his life anymore…
-… How come you need to share an apartment? Aren't you at pro league now? – He asked trying to find more convincing excuses to not accept the proposal.
- Well, it's not like I need money… Let's just say I had this idea and I was really excited at the thought of us living together… I mean, it's been six years since I live alone and I really miss having someone else at home… – The tanned young man said, scratching his head's back awkwardly.
Oh, yeah… Tsuna told him something about Yamamoto's father dying the year before they met and how he looked depressed after that. But Gokudera couldn't picture a depressed face at that guy, he was always so cheerful and carefree and stupid… But, somehow those words stabbed him like knives. He never got along with his dad, but he surely knew how it felt to lose someone you really care about… He knew that since he was a little kid when his mother died and it was the only feeling that, even through time, he felt just the same, a little old and blurry, but the pain was still the same when he remembered his mother and the piano lessons…
- Come on, Gokudera… You don't have anything to lose! I can even ask the uncle to hold your apartment for some time if you decide to come back! – That sounded nice. And, really, he didn't have anything to lose. He hated to deal with strange people, he wasn't the nicest person to be dealt with, so there was a possibility that the employee wouldn't want to stay working, he hated phone calls from random people, and, man, he knew that guy for five years now, it wasn't like he doubted him if he needed to leave him alone for some time in his house, well...
- I won't say no… I'll think about it. – Not that he would ever admit that to the idiot. The jade eyed man thought deeply, one hand supporting his own chin.
- Really? That's awesome! – Gokudera could almost see that idiot's tail wagging eagerly.
-… I didn't say yes though. – He closed the door.
At night, Takeshi would usually sit at his comfortable sofa and read some book he had interest while taking a glass of milk before going to sleep. That night wasn't any different, he yawned lazily, stretching himself. Maybe it was time to go to bed, but before he could do that his cell phone rang. Knowing that chime because he would put different songs for his closest friends, so even if he was busy he could make some time to talk or call back the person, he just flipped the phone and answered, without looking at the caller ID.
- Something wrong, Gokudera? – Yamamoto closed the book and let it resting on his lap.
- I'm tired of it.
- Tired of what? – Of course he knew what he was tired about, but teasing Hayato was one of his life's pleasures, he took the glass of milk with the empty hand.
- I already turned off my phone. I can't deal with those idiot people calling me and speaking nonsense. – "That's because you had a better offer in your mind all the time, Hayato…" The baseball player just laughed at his own thought, relieved that there was no better offer than his.
- Which means?
- Stop playing dumb. Or I won't accept that stupid offer of yours too. – The other side hissed, he was really upset, it was easy to comprehend.
- Haha, just kidding, Gokudera. – The tanned man smiled and he was sure his smile got through the line, because he could hear his friend sighing.
-… Did you see the apartment?
- Yes, it's on the 15th floor. If you want, you can take a look. It's 1502. The receptionist knows I was looking for a new apartment, she'll give you the keys. – Yamamoto closed his eyes and rested on the sofa.
-… Yamamoto.
- Hm? – He loved the hint of mystery in Gokudera's voice.
- Why are you doing this?
- Because I don't wanna be alone anymore.
-… – No voice came, but Takeshi knew deep in his heart that Hayato thought "me too" and for some minutes, they were just there, hearing each other breathe.
After all, there are those who want to be alone, but there's not a single person who can bear being left alone.
To be continued…
Yay, I'm such a bastard, I know. I know. I'm really sorry. I need to upload Tsutaetai Kimochi, but I had a creativity block for that story and, to make it worse, I keep having more and more ideas of new stories for this lovely adorable cute wonderful delicious pairing! xD
I hope you can enjoy this story! I intended to make an oneshot, but it just seems impossible for me! x_x The ideas start growing and taking such a huge form, when I look at it I wonder "God, I created a monster!"
The last paragraph which read such philosophic words were done by Mashima Hiro-sensei, the author of Fairy Tail and Rave! I just thought they fit perfectly at the moment, I just couldn't not to put them. Hehe~
The idea of a writer Gokudera came from a fic I read somewhere here! XDDD (I can't seem to find it again) When I finished reading that, I just couldn't help but want to write my own AU about these two! And I finally got the whole idea! I'm so happy~
Well, I intend to write lots of smut for this story (I can't shake off the feeling I created this story just so I could write more and more about Gokudera being eaten up whole by Yamamoto~… I feel a little bad for this… Sorry, Dera!)
It turned out that this chapter is shorter than what I'm used to write, but don't worry! I think I'll have the next chapter done still this week… I hope xD~ I keep promising things I can't get done after… I'm sorry, I'm a horrible person. But I still try doing my best!
Hope you can enjoy!~ Please, review me, so I can improve and know how you guys like my story!~ Thank you for reading!~
Magami Yuuri~ Crazy Apple