Gokudera had had 3 problems since he came to Japan under the order of Reborn, the famous hit man.
The first problem was that he had misjudged the boy who would become the Vongola Decimo. The fierce look he had had on right now was a far look from the wimpy boy he had been seeing and observing since the first glance at him. Obviously, the brown haired boy obviously thought it would be wise to hide all that resolve under a mask, a very good and well built mask. He had been constructing it since he was a child, apparently, because everybody didn't notice any sudden change from the boy since he was nothing but a little kid, maybe a baby. As expected from the future Vongola Decimo.
But how could he blame himself? The mask was very carefully built around the fragile looking boy, he couldn't see through it. The complaining, the sniveling, the opinion of the student body, all of it was flawless. Only now that he did notice it.
Another problem was that he had asked the boy, Sawada Tsunayoshi, for a fight. The thought he had that this would be an easy win can't be any far-fetched. Sawada had put a very good fight, even with little training. He had heard from Reborn that Sawada hadn't had any training before Reborn came, and Gokudera could see he was right. Gokudera didn't know why Tsuna didn't get any training, or maybe it was another mask? But nobody could cover a good stance, and the sick look Sawada had was so convincing…
The third problem was that he had miscalculated his ability in dynamite handling. The triple bomb he tried to do was back-firing. He could see his life fly away right now, a very short and unsatisfying life. It was a worthless life, like what he had heard from the whispering around him in Italy. A worthless life from a worthless boy… It was very clear right now. They were correct, and he was wrong. Why? Well, he couldn't prove them wrong after this, so they must be correct, right?
A loud cry took his attention from his musings. What was it this time? Were the boy running away to save his own life? Calling him to show who was better between them? Gokudera took a glance to the future boss of Vongola. Why not? He wouldn't feel anything after this; why not give the boy a last satisfaction in defeating him? A very embarrassing lose, he must said-
He widened his eyes, showing his surprise. Sawada Tsunayoshi was running toward him, toward the bomb. Did he want to die? But he couldn't think anymore when he saw in front of his eyes, the now orange-colored eyed boy defusing the dynamite he had thrown, saving his life.
His heart thumped quickly, a heart that was now beating thanks for Sawada Tsunayoshi.
He gulped loudly, with lungs that now belonged to Sawada Tsunayoshi.
His body, his whole life, from this second, was Sawada Tsunayoshi's. He could feel it, and it felt right.
He just couldn't understand why it kept beating quickly when he thought about their proximity.