Disclaimer: I don't own KHR, you would know if I did. :)
Warning: YamaGoku fanfic (don't like, don't read), 17 year old setting and some language.
Summary: He didn't believe his mom died from some stupid illness, and he never would. But now...Will he die from it too?
It was humid, it was wet, and it had been raining all day. That alone pissed Gokudera off.
The now soaked teen walked home alone in the downpour, hands shoved in his pockets and a scowl fused upon his pale face. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on walking straight on the wet pavement. 'Stupid cold, messing with my head…'
Gokudera had just left school after succeeding in getting another after school detention. But as usual, he said it wasn't his fault. According to him at least. It was that pain-in-the-ass teacher's fault for pissing him off and causing him to snap out a mouthful of curse words. It was also his fault that the bastard Hibari caught him screaming at the poor science teacher. And of course, Hayato got stuck at school for an extra three hours.
The sun had finally dipped down over the horizon and the sky had begun to darken, letting the Italian rest his eyes from the bright light. Gokudera made his way onto the street were his apartment was, starting to shiver form his cold body. He had already told a certain someone to meet him there like usual, despite his detention, and could feel a familiar warmth spread through his stomach. It kind of felt good knowing someone who cared about you was at your house waiting for you to return home.
Gokudera rubbed his head and forced the warmth to go away. He didn't need these extra feelings and emotions, it only messed with his head, and he didn't need that happening more then often. Besides, it was only Yamamoto, Takeshi, nobody special.
Although he tried to hide it as much as possible, he and baseball idiot were now a couple. It became official a year ago when Yamamoto had told his confession to Gokudera in the middle of a hospital room.
The day before they had been on a mission that Reborn had sent only the Sky, Storm, and Rain guardians to. They had flown to Italy to get rid of Shamal's ex-students (The ones who failed his class and used the the medicines for bad games and to torture people) who were starting to attack one of the important Mafia families up there. They worked together to fight them off, eventually winning, but some sacrifices had been made in order for their victory. Such as Gokudera blowing himself up, or Yamamoto taking a knife in the chin.
In the end, they had achieved three things: Peace, a new relationship, and a scar. It wasn't much but it was something.
Gokudera wouldn't say it out loud, especially in front of a certain idiot, but he enjoyed his company. Yamamoto had started to grow out of an immature kid and into a serious person, which made Gokudera much more fond of him. Bright red made it's way into the bomber's sighting as he stepped up to his apartment door, a large 64 written on its wooden frame. With a sigh, the Italian fumbled with the keys to open his door, which he found very hard, as his double vision grew worse. He gave up with a loud curse.
"Yamamoto!" he slammed his fist into the door several times before continuing, "Open the door!"
He didn't need to see what Yamamoto was doing, he already knew. The black haired man would be in his kitchen making him some type of dinner for he always complained how Gokudera's diet was very poor. Within seconds, the door flew open and a tall dark haired teen was there smiling down at him.
Storming past him Gokudera walked in and dropped his bag onto the floor. It took all his self-control not to just fall onto the couch and sleep, but he knew he had to get out of his wet school uniform or his cold would get worse.
A soft 'click' was made as Yamamoto shut the door. "It's good to see you all in one piece, Hayato." Yamamoto walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the clothes he had snatched for his friend as soon as he got home. "I really thought Hibari would bite you to death after today." He chuckled lightly and handed the bomber his clothes.
"Shut up." Soggy clothes piled up on the floor with a 'splat' and dry ones were slipped on, "And I told you not to call me that."
Yamamoto could only smile as he watched his boyfriend try to puff up his chest and give a glare at him. It only succeeded in making the bomber break out into a coughing fit. But before Yamamoto could react, Gokudera had walked into the kitchen and away from him.
Grabbing the handful of wet clothes, Yamamoto waited for him patiently to return. A soft breeze floated around the room from an open window, filled the apartment with the faint smell of rain. The swordsman to take a deep breath of it with the corner of his lips curled upwards. After a while, it dawned on him that his silver haired friend hadn't stopped coughing. Yamamoto put the uniform onto the couch and walked over to the kitchen, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.
"Hayato, are you alri-" Hazel eyes shot open in shock at the scene placed in front of him.
Gokudera was doubled over and holding onto the counter for support, and every time a hoarse cough came from his pale lips, blood ended up into his hand. The foul red liquid had already dotted onto the innocent floor below as it continued to drip through his long fingers.
Yamamoto ran over to him as he collapsed completely. Over come with fear, Yamamoto cried out his name in an attempt to wake him. The attempt failed and the silver haired teen stayed unconscious. Yamamoto slide to the ground and held his friend close, wiping the hair off of his forehead, feeling how warm he was. He gasped when he saw a small trail of dark red blood run outta his lover's mouth and down his chin.
"Your sick."