Note: This is an OC. And I definitely don't own anything of KHR.

"That's so embarrassing," Gokudera growled, lying on a bench by the baseball field during their P.E. classes. "Getting shot and being carried by that stupid punk." His eyes stabbed Yamamoto, who was standing with his bat ready for the ball. He really disliked that free minded guy. He was so carefree; nothing mattered to him at all. A ball flew over his head, he sat up growling again. "Hey, watch it, you baseball freak!"

Takashi grinned at him, as was his usual. "Sorry about that, Gokudera," he apologized, the grin even wider. What was with that attitude, smiling like an idiot all the time?

He stood up, walked to take the ball and tested its weight. He threw it Yamamoto's direction with all his anger. It was a perfect aiming, since the ball weighted nearly the same as dynamite. If the batsman didn't kneel down, he would probably end up with a broken nose or some head injury, judged from the fact the ball actually broke a wall to stop.

"Hey, easy, man! What's wrong with you? It would kill me if I didn't dodge."

Hayato hissed "That's what I was aiming for", turned away and walked from the field, not even thinking about being in the middle of a class. He's never met a person like that before; no one in his life has upset him this much. Yamamoto sucked at school, he sucked as a bodyguard and probably also sucked with the girls, even though he was popular. It was because he could only do baseball well. He was good for nothing at all. "Aside from driving me crazy. Fuck!"

He opened his pack of smokes, slid down the tree trunk and set a cigarette in his mouth ablaze. He was thinking too much, thinking about Yamamoto Takeshi way too much. That punk was annoying, even when he didn't see him.

"Here you are!"

Hayato opened his eyes, gazing up to Tsuna's face. The cigarette in his hand was all gone now, he must have fallen asleep. And the fact his vision was slightly blurred fit to his guess. So he brushed his eyes and dropped the rest of his cigarette. "Is something the matter, Tenth?"

Tsuna smiled and squatted down. "Nope," he assured him. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go home together."

He snorted and stretched, standing up slowly. "What about the baseball freak?" he pointed out, grimacing. "I thought you two always go home together."

The boy scratched his cheek. He couldn't help but hear a little bit of jealousy in his friend's voice. It was true Gokudera was obsessed with him; he would follow him everywhere if he could. But he was scary! And besides, Yamamoto was usually much more fun. Gokudera was taking things rather seriously. "Well, you see, Yamamoto-kun had left already. He said he needed to talk with Reborn about something." He smiled more nervously. "Isn't that strange?"

Gokudera just waved his hand, sighing. "He's weird in and out," he mentioned and smiled. "Shall we go than?"

He wanted to avoid him; he didn't want Yamamoto to get close to him. But since he was the Tenth's right-hand man, he had to stick with him and that meant spending a lot of time with Yamamoto Takeshi. Each morning, the baseball freak would jump up on them, walk with them to school and still blabber about something. Really, where the hell was his need to talk about stupid things coming from? He would be with them during most of the breaks, eating lunch with them on the school's roof, and even walking the Tenth home after school finished.

But that day was different. Yamamoto did catch up with them on their way to school, grinning as was his usual, that stupid grin of obliviousness. But he didn't embrace Hayato's or Tsuna's shoulders. He didn't even raise his hand to greet them. All he did was saying "Morning!" in his upsetting, always cheerful voice. That was rather suspicious, at least in Gokudera's eyes.

What was more suspicious and strange was the fact that Yamamoto didn't participate in the P.E. classes. He excused himself for not feeling well and stayed behind in the locker room. He sighed and seated himself on one of the benches in the room. It was uncomfortable for him to skip P.E. classes, but he had no choice. "As if I could let anyone see," he murmured, brushing his right arm.

"That was really lame, baseball idiot." His head shot up, immediately correcting his sleeves to cover the arms even over the wrists. Gokudera was standing in the door of the changing room, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He walked in slowly, not taking his eyes off of the other boy. "Not feeling well, my ass. Everyone knows you would play that stupid game even if you were to die."

Takeshi opened his mouth, but didn't find the appropriate answer for him. He expected someone to notice, but he never thought about his Italian classmate to be the one. Of course Gokudera would push on him for reasons. Instead of speaking, he just grinned and stood up. "Well, you know," he shrugged and walked towards him, heading for the door behind Hayato. "It's not like you can order the nature around, so…"

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