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...59, 58, 57...
"Gokudera! Get out of there!"
The explosives expert recognized the voice but didn't really have the energy to place a name with said voice. It could have honestly been anyone in the Family. One thing was for certain; it wasn't the Tenth.
Teeth ground angrily on the cigarette stub in his mouth. Wires were raveled around his arms while he fiddled with them trying to pause the neon numbers on the screen.
...49, 48, 47...
"Gokudera! There's not much time! Get out of there!"
"Little busy at the moment," he snapped at whomever was on the receiving end. "Quiet, you're breaking my concentration." He pulled the communicator from his ear throwing it as far as he could manage in his current state. No more distractions.
...39, 38, 37...
In the back of his mind he heard yelling, angry yelling. It could have been directed at him, he wasn't really sure, nor did he care. He heard a sound in the warehouse. He hoped it wasn't more of the rival family, he really couldn't deal with them right now. Why couldn't they let him die alone, saving his Family?
...29, 28, 27...
He was dimly aware of someone wrapping their arms around him, yanking him harshly away from the wires. A savage fight ensued but Gokudera was tired. He was going to die either way. He could let them kill him.
"You're not going to die," a voice told him, informing that he'd said his thoughts aloud.
He was pulled out of the warehouse and a good distance away from it; a safe distance.
"Don't do that to me ever again. Just because Tsuna's gone doesn't mean you can get yourself killed."
Yamamoto kissed him gently, repeatedly. The normally warm eyes were scared when he pulled Gokudera to him.
"Sometimes what we want doesn't always matter," Gokudera told him.
"Sometimes it's all that does."