Warnings: Yaoi, boys love. If you don't have any interest, please do not read. The story takes place when they are around 17. Tsuna passed the inheritance ceremony and is definitely Vongola boss, with the help of Nono, of course.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn's characters… But I can dream.
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Chapter 01 – Tsutaetai Kotoba wa Hitotsu Dake (The Word I Want to Tell You is Only One)
Gokudera could feel his chest gasp seeking for air. For many times his body trembled, wich made him bite his lips to control his voice that wanted to come out badly. He could see a chink of light that reached his naked abdomen.
-...S-Stop...! – His shaky voice begged while his entirely body quivered and the silver haired boy tried to keep his eyes opened.
The Tempest Guardian took one of his hands to the region lower his tummy and it found a dark haired head, grasping it tightly when his body felt spasms again. He looked around desperately, what the hell was happening? Why was that even happening? He tried to figure out before the tiny line of sanity was gone, Gokudera imagined he's in a bedroom, he just didn't know if it was his own room or someone else's.
- Ya-... Yama... N-No... – His column went back violently. That wasn't real. It couldn't be.
- Hayato... Let your voice out. I want to hear you…
By asking that way, with that sweet and so sexy voice, he intended to make something else come out, Gokudera thought, feeling like his own body was sufocating inside that intense hot sensation. Without being able to hold himself anymore, the green eyed boy let his column stretch more intensely, throwing his head against the bed and letting his voice out the way that the dark haired one asked. Soon, the moans grew louder to the point that the Tempest Guardian couldn't hear his voice, nor could he see anything and even the sensation from some seconds ago that dominated his being until then was there…
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Gokudera Hayato opened his eyes slowly, his body was all sweaty and that made him remember that summer was near. But, after consider for some time, he soon came to the conclusion that his wet body was due to another fact. He sat and pulled up the sheet that covered him, putting it down as soon as his face turned a deep red. Those dreams were becoming more frequent… He urgently needed a bath to calm down. Yeah, it was just that.
The sound of the water hitting against the floor and his skin made him remember de sound of the rain. The Vongola right hand man passed one of his hands through the silver hair. His pale skin was refreshed, and his entire body felt relaxed and tranquil now. Ah, definitely, the cold water like the rain always brought to him the sensation of confort and peace. Hayato hit his grasped hand against the wall tile. How that was annoying.
He got off the Box and took the towel, it was still too early to be mad at his own thoughts. While drying his long hair, at least, longer than the boys regularly had, Gokudera glanced at himself in the mirror. Well, he wasn't the 14 years old boy that just arrived at Namimori anymore, leaving behind everything he knew as familiar, the food, the people, the air, the hard days… The loneliness. But now he was the almost young adult, Gokudera Hayato.
His face was thinner, his body although he was skinny, was fine defined by his trainings to be the right hand man of his adored Juudaime, he was a little taller, his hands were slender and worth of the pianist that he'd always be in honor of his mother… Did he… looked beautiful…? The young man sighed trying to get rid of the thought, shaking his hand negatively in the air.
- School, school.
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- Yo, Hayato! – The black haired Guy greeted him when he arrived to the classroom. –Huh? Where's Tsuna?
Now they were in the middle of the third year of high school, lucky (read it: Reborn), the trio got to keep together during all those years. And that made their bond grow stronger. That's why Yamamoto Takeshi now called Gokudera by his first name, aside the many complaints he'd always get. And, because Tsuna's right hand man would never admit he had became closer to the baseball idiot, he still called him Yamamoto.
- Juudaime called me yesterday night and said he'd be late because of some requests from Reborn-san. And can't you call him Decimo or Juudaime or Boss at least? Idiot... – Gokudera looked it him with disapproval, but he soon looked away, having that damned dream in mind.
- Hahaha~ Don't get angry that early in the morning, Hayato. And Tsuna'll always be first friend and then boss to me. – Yamamoto scratched his head. His tanned skin from the baseball trainings, the voice now more like an adult, his defined traces, the stronger body, the higher height, but the same naive smile, same full of life look and so determined. Obviously, the Japanese young man still was one of the main attentions for the girls.
- Stop calling me by the first name, yakyuu no baka (baseball idiot)! And did you remember to do all your hom-...
Before the Storm Guardian could get to finish his sentence, a classmate touched Yamamoto's shoulder and pointed outside the class, telling him an extremely blushed girl was by the door and needded to talk "urgently" to the Rain Guardian. The italian frowned casting an icy gaze at the girl, wich didn't give him any attention, since she had eyes only for Yamamoto Takeshi.
- Be back soon. – The taller one said with that crushing smile.
- No need. – The answer from Gokudera was quick, but the other one seemed to just ignore it, heading to the door. The silverette sighed, moving away his hair from his face, looking at the pencil at his table like it was the most interesting thing in the world… It didn't matter how much time would pass, he couldn't seem to be honest. "If you don't come back soon, I'll blow you up later… Moron..." -... Takeshi... – Gokudera closed his eyes and blushed a little when he whispered to himself the name of the person he was in love with. He would never dare to call him that audibly.
Maybe it was because everything was more peaceful after the inheritance. It coudn't be anything but that. The silver haired boy leaned on his desk, lying his head on his arms. He didn't make any idea of when it started, that was the truth, he didn't have any clue. It simply pooped up there when he noticed. What? That feeling, of course. Maybe, after the fight in the future against that guy Who turned out to be their ally later, that Ganma guy. Or maybe when Yamamoto saved him from a pinch, or… Maybe in the aggregation of all the moments they spent togheter, because, even if he didn't want to admit, it was much of obvious that they were closer now…
But the assurance came when, close to the ceremony, Gokudera saw a Yamamoto in a hospital bed, between life and death. He wanted to laugh and order the Rain Guardian get up and stop joking around, he couldn't just let Juudaime when they were so close to the Inheritage Ceremony. He wanted to scream, but nothing came. He wanted to cry, but there were no tears. Juudaime. He needded to inform Juudaime... His mind thought mecanically before he'd go crazy.
Gokudera stood up and left the class, he had to get a cigarette. To tell the truth, he was less dependent of the substance, trying hard to not get stressed, or being impulsive plus it was bad for Juudaime's health. But, once in a while...
By taking the stairs up to the school terrace his steps stopped when after turning a corridor he saw Yamamoto and that girl, going back as fast as he could and hiding. "Hahaha... How lame to declare in the school corridor, isn't it obvious someone can hear? Tch, I'm outta here."
- Takeshi-...
The Tempest Guardian's body shivered and a chill went up his column, leaving him paralized there. How...? How could she dare to use that name? Gookudera's hand clenched tightly as he grinded his teeth, he felt angry, he felt a pain inside his chest, he felt envy... Jelousy... "How annoying..."The young italian narrowed the eyes.
- Sorry. I can't accept your feelings.
A little smile could be seen in his lips and his Green eyes burned with a sadist pleasure. He knew he shouldn't be feeling that way, but that feeling penetrated his chest and it was spreading quickly like a drug. He couldn't deny how he felt relieved to notive that Yamamoto belonged to no one.
- I... Like someone else.
The eyes of the silver haired guardian wide opned in surprise like he was punched hard at the stomach, because he felt something upset there. He wanted to puke. His heart was asking to be ripped out from his chest throbbing in pain. That must have been a punishment... Punishment por the satisfaction he felt from hearing that woman being rejected. Ah, what woudn't he give for his wish for smoking would just have shut up and let him be on his desk.
Why? Why didn't he realize that before? He spent his 3 last years watching him. He thought he knew almost everything he did, after spending so much time together due to Yamamoto's persistence and the lack of resistance from Gokudera, since the trainings, to the hours he'd help out his father with the store, even the moments he'd train sword or swing that baseball bat… How…?... Maybe he didn't want to see. Right, he was scared. Dead scared. Scared of finding out Yamamoto Takeshi was in love with someone… When that someone would never be him.
"Haha... Funny... Finally, your fantasies are over, Gokudera Hayato..." When the Italian realized, he was already back at the classroom's door. He, mechanically walked back to his desk, even without seeing that Sawada Tsunayoshi was already in the desk next to him.
- G-Gokudera-kun, good morning...?
- Oh, Juudaime! Forgive me my negligence. – Gokudera stood up in a jump,soon after bowing pratically in a 90° angle. – I was working on some ideas for the Family. – He raised his head with a large smile that, evidently, Tsuna knew it wasn't sincere.
- Gokudera-kun,Did something hap-... – Before the Vongola Boss could ask anything, the teacher got into the class, followed by Yamamoto Who just returned from the confession.
- Ok, silence class. – The teacher warned as Yamamoto headed to hist desk right after Tsuna's, greeting him happily while the Storm Guardian looked at the teacher, suddenly founding him extremely interesting while giving his daily announcement.
"It's okay, Gokudera Hayato... Calm down. Be smart, use your head. Just find a way to disappear with this feeling. Simple. Let's start the plans."
Gokudera thought all day long thinking of a way to simply drown his passion in a puddle. It had to be done. Flawless, no turning back. He just needded to break everything he had felt the last three years of his life in a way he'd naver think of Yamamoto like now again.
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At the end of the class, the Decimo's right hand man had everything prepared. On that day, Tsuna needed to come back earlier to help his mother and the baseball freak didn't have training, although Gokudera was sure he'd train when he'd get back home, the time was perfect to apply the plan right there. The sooner they got over that, the sooner that pain would stop, he'd be free from the worry of liking someone so stupid and he'd be able to dedicate himself to his dear Juudaime all the rest of his life, like he had always dreamt.
- Hey, idiot. – He touched the player's shoulder while they got outside the classroom. – I need to talk to you.
- Huh? Ok. No problem. – Yamamoto smirked like always and said good bye to Tsuna who was already some steps ahead waving his hand while apologizing for not staying.
Everything was doing fine, just as planned, but one little nuisance. The young Italian couldn't stop the hard heart beating in his chest and he knew his face that had such pale color gained a pinky color. Ok, maybe it wasn't that easy. All he could hear were his own hurried beat fron his heart and their steps, his own and Yamamoto's. His hand was crazy for getting a cigarette, urgently.
Gokudera opened the door with a bang, he couldn't control himself anymore, his body shook a little. His face was probably the color of a matured tomato. The more he tried to keep his breathing normal, more it looked without any rhythm. The Italian grabbed the grid that encircled the terrace of the schoolar buiding. One of his hands got into his tight jeans pocket and took a cigarette that he lighted up hasty, until then, no words.
"Shit... How can those idiot women do this? It's so pathetic and embarrassing." The green eyed boy thought himself and passed one hand through his hair, closing the eyes. The sun was warmer with the end of the day coming closer, even so, the temperature was still unpleaseant, at least for the hybrid young man.
- Hayato. – Gokudera startled, snaping out of his thoughts after hearing his name being called. – Did anything happened?
- Nothing happenned. – O young man lied, without turning back. He needed to get a hold of himself.
- But your neck is bright red, I imagine how your face must be. – Yamamoto smiled foolish and lovable. He knew his friend. – And you're smoking. It's... already 17 days I didn't see you doing that. That means you're nervous.
The Tempest Guardian let the cigarette slip through his fingers and started to cough, choking with smoke. The young black haired one was already by his side, giving him some pats at his back.
- Hahahaha. Easy, easy. Have you lost your habit already? – The chocolate color eyed young man chuckled while helping his friend out.
- Tch... S-Stop that. Cough.. I'm fine, idiot. – The young Tempest Guardian shoved him away while trying to hide his blushing face behind his silver hair, but that just made it clearly to see since there was a great contrast between his cheeks and hair. How did Yamamoto know that? How did he know exactly how many days he didn't smoke?
- Hehe. Alright, alright. – Yamamoto lifted up his hands demonstrating he wouldn't touch him as he moved away a little, keepling some steps between , that was Gokudera Hayato for you, he'd never admit he needded help or would be honest and say "Thanks" or "Sorry". – So, what was that you wanted to talk to me?
Silence fell between them. And a warm pre-summer wind as they remained there. Inside his mind, everything was so simple, so easy. Why was it so different now? Of course, there were many times the genius mind of Gokudera faced non-planned complicated situations, but until now, his plan was just fine. So why stop now?
-... Have... Importante information to tell you. – His voice was serious and low, almost husky. He could feel his throat scratching with his words. Like they're trying to rip his vocal cords and could make him stop.
- Haha,then it's about the 't make me this worried. – The black haired one gave a short carefree laugh.
-... Y-Yamamoto. – Actually, that wasn't how he wated to call him. But that name just couldn't pass through his lips. If he could, probably, he wouldn't be able to continue. Gokudera faced the floor that separated them while his hair hid his expression. – Listen carefully, 'cause I'll say just once.
- Hm?
- I-I... I... Like... – His voice grew lower for each word he pronunced.
- Hayato, if you don't say it louder, I won't hear it. – Yamamoto stared him with those confused naïve eyes.
- I! – The Tempest Guardian shouted. He needed one more cigarette, he needed somewhere to lean on, because his legs were shaking, he needed to run away from there.
- You...? – The japanese boy encouraged him.
- I-I like you! Damn it! Yeah, that's it!
To be continued…
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Ok... My first Reborn fanfic that I actually had courage to write and, WOW, it has Mature Content on it =x I feel bad for that. But, after reading so many 8059 doujins my mind was never pure again...
To the curious ones, I named the chapter after the fact that in Japanese you just need to say "suki" and that's enough to say "I like you".
By the way, if someone is reding this xD It's my first yaoish fic... And I became addicted to it because of Reborn, to say it exactly, because of this couple XDD Now, I'm a extremely happy fangirl *-* Hehe
Abusing the reader's patience, I'd like to tell you that I'm taking parto of the third volume of Our 8059 and I've been training quite a lot for that. I'll do fanart and comic. If someone is interested in the project:
o u r 8 0 5 9. j i m d o. c o m
And for the ones interested in my drawings:
m a g a m i y u u r i. d e v i a n t a r t. c o m
See you guys on the next chapter! And please comment! That's what an author lives for xDDD
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