UGHHHH!!!! I feel so bad for putting Yamamoto-chan in this spot! But for some reason I feel as if the semes are easier to break than the rest... :D Anyhow, ENJOY!!!!
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It has been weeks after his death. Their friend, leader, and comrade was no longer here. In spirit, yes, in person, no. Everyone knew this; everyone understood this, from the merciless skylark to young calf that had barely begun to walk. It was reality, no one could turn back the time, no one could lessen the pain. From life comes death, and through death is the void. One cannot begin to imagine, to believe what comes after unless they are dead themselves. The Vongola understood this, yet one man still stood under the torrents of rain, soaking himself to the bone.
"Is he still out there?" a hushed whisper echoed though the room, a delicate gloved hand lingered over the window.
"Seems like it." hunched shoulders, bandaged hands weaved together.
"Useless." always so harsh.
"He should come back in." vision blurred as hands came up to wipe away the tears.
"Tch." a man pushed himself off of the chair and grabbed his coat.
The voice came again, stronger, no longer a whisper, "Where are you going?"
"Out. Someone has to keep watch on him." the door closed with a slight click.
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The man choked back a sob, his smile gone.
"What are you doing? It is pelting out here, go inside. Everyone is waiting." A voice cut through the tension.
Yamamoto turned around, a grin on his face, somehow, it did not reach his eyes, "Just saying goodbye. I was never good with this kind of thing."
"You are supposed to be the strongest when it comes down to it," he sighed, "But it is fine to let go when it is needed." hearing no response, he continued, "A smile is to cheer, it should not be used when not meant."
"It is my only defense, you know? Just something to protect me, you, the others." the smile was still there and the rain had failed to cover up the tears that were running down his face.
The man growled as he failed to light up his cigarette, "Idiot, right now, that smile is doing more harm than good. It is almost painful."
"It is painful."
"Why do you not stop then? No one is forcing you to keep bottled up."
Yamamoto erupted in a fit of laughter, the tears running freely now, "It hurts so much, Gokudera. I do not want to look at it, yet I cannot stop. What do you think Tsuna would say if he was still alive?"
"Idiot. He is alive, in our hearts. What do you think he would say?"
This time around, the smile reached his eyes, "Hey, Gokudera?"
"Hm?" he was preparing to go back in.
"What comes after death?"
The cigarette fell from his lips as he answered, "Why do you need to know?"
"You are right. These things are better left till later." Yamamoto stepped on the cigarette as he fell in step with his friend, putting it out.
Sometimes, there are things the rain just cannot wash away.
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