Disclaimer:
KHR doesn't belong to me.
I'm a Brazilian fan writing in English because I'm stupid. Sorry for the mistakes.
This fic is placed TenYearsLater, but not in the Byakuran's future. Another future, who knows?
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Black as Coffee
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It's dark as his hair.
It's black as his eyes.
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He would pass that stupid door right now. It's so late at night, so he would grin and ask why I'm working so hard. What the hell, of course I'm working hard for Jyuudaime, that's what I do!
But he wouldn't listen to me at all. "Let's eat something; you have to eat, right?"
Fucker, it's been ten years and he still uses the same excuses to take me out.
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Full of sugar.
Yamamoto is sweet, of course. Strong, but gentle. And patient.
Sometimes, Gokudera wished that baka wasn't so patient like that.
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He would let me to dinner at his dad's restaurant. Or to that pasta's place, two quarrels from here. We could even call for pizza, if it was one of those days when I'm not in the mood to leave my desk and my work behind.
We would talk, laugh and look at each other.
And I wonder if he is waiting, too.
I do nothing.
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The cup doesn't matter. The black coffee is hot, smelling so good.
Gokudera already saw Yamamoto in so many ways, so many different clothes. The Mafiosi vesture, the good son vesture, the always happy friend vesture. And the scared boy vesture, the sad man vesture, the real swordsman vesture. Yes, Gokudera saw all of them.
And it wasn't so hard to know where he had to put his eyes on to look for him. Because his smell is as strong and unique as a black coffee smell.
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It's two o'clock.
I'm waiting for the door… I'm waiting for the phone…
And all I get was a cold coffee.
What a mess I made.
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The Italian left the cup over his desk, put his jacket on and left the office.
Keys, cigar, car, road, home.
His bed looked like a stranger asking for a kiss. Gokudera whispered some bad words to himself, closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
And he failed.
Four in the morning, all he needed was some coffee.
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Almost five.
"You didn't sleep? Maa maa, Gokudera, don't try so hard, you may be sick this way! It wouldn't make Tsuna happy, right?"
I have work to do this morning, Jyuudaime is counting on me… Man, I'm so fucking sleeply… and what the hell? Ow, that's great! No more coffee in this fucking house.
Even you left me, hun?
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It was fifteen to six, the Storm Guardian of Vongola were looking helpless to his alarm clock. He was pretty sleeply, but couldn't sleep at all. Then, he heard a sound. The sound of a door, opening. Closing. Steps nearing him in the bedroom.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Yakyuu Baka?"
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"Just remind me, idiot… why the hell I'm giving you my keys?"
"Because you love me!"
"Fuck you."
"Hahaha, just kidding Gokudera! It's because Tsuna thinks someone else needs to have them, so if anything happens, I can go there and save you."
"Don't use a word like 'save' here you bastard!"
"Hahaha…"
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He decided not to turn around, and breathed hard. And it's not because Gokudera was trying to calm down. Not so easy. He just wanted to feel that smell, stuck it one more time in his memory.
That black coffee smell.
"Ne, Hayato… I came to save you, what else could I do? Hahaha…"
"What the fuck kind of princess do you think I am?"
He turned around.
And his entire world moved around, too.
"No-sleepy-beauty. So I though you could want some coffee…"
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Black as his eyes.
Dark as his hair.
Sweet but strong, as his soul.
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Gokudera's pale fingers moved fast to Yamamoto's face.
Forget the cup, it doesn't matter at all.
"I do."
OWARI
O.o ohmyfuckingholycrap
31.03.2011 – TK.