umm a quick 8059 fic for a reallyreally good friend. first time i ever completed a fic for this fandom.
i can't find my good style lately. it seriously sucks.
TYL! Gokudera + Yamamoto, by the by.
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"Yamamoto?"
Gokudera blinks slowly in the darkness. His body is cold, even wrapped in sheets. There is no body at his side anymore.
With a sigh like the ashes of charred trees, he turns to face the other side of the bed. The outline of a human sits on the edge of the mattress, head bowed and body trembling.
"Yamamoto." Gokudera sits up, blanket twisted around his waist. "What's wrong?"
The other man turns his head, and the glow of the street lamp outside their window illuminates the scar on his chin. Gokudera stares at it as Yamamoto shakes his head.
"Nothing. Just a dream." They both lay back down. There is a weighty tension in the air - like waiting for a bomb to explode, Gokudera thinks - and he lights a cigarette. Yamamoto watches smoke spiral in the air and curls up to the body beside him, looping tired arms around a bandaged chest.
"It was...a strange dream," he murmurs sleepily into the crook of Gokudera's neck.
Gokudera puts out his cigarette with his thumb and tosses it to the floor. "Was it a nightmare?"
"...I dreamt...that I never met Tsuna..that I never joined the mafia...that I never met you..."
"Was it a nightmare?" Gokudera asks again. Desperation laces his voice, nitric acid and sulfur and hearts about to break.
Yamamoto doesn't answer. He is already asleep. Gokudera shuts his eyes and tries to think about the arms wrapped around him.
When he finally sleeps, he has no dreams.
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