"Haha, looks like we're pretty screwed." Yamamoto tried to keep his tone light, despite the seriousness of the situation. "Right, Hayato?" He turned to look at his silent partner, taking in his haggard appearance.
They were standing on top of the high wall encircling the enemy base, their men long since lost to the chaos far below. Agonized screams tore through the air as the ones still alive met their demise. It would not be long until they were discovered and neither one of them would be able to put up any fight without gambling their lives. They had both been drained from the blood oozing out from the cuts littering their bodies and the way Gokudera was putting more weight on one leg told him there was no chance of running. Not that Yamamoto would be able to do that anyway. In addition to all the cuts and bruises he had a deep gash on his chest that burned with each breath he took. Every muscle in his body was trembling from exhaustion, the only reason he was still standing being his determination to stay alive.
"You know I love you, right?" Gokudera tried to smile at him, wincing as the cut on his lip started bleeding again. There really was no way out of this Yamamoto realized. Those seldom spoken words coming from Gokudera confirmed what he was beginning to fear. That he had given up, that his brilliant mind could no longer find a way for them to get out of this alive.
"Of course." Although Gokudera rarely told him he always knew. Actions did speak louder than words after all. "I love you too." He received another smile, less strained this time. Gokudera's eyes flicked to the side, gazing down at the ground behind them, as if he was calculating something.
"Do you trust me, Takeshi?" Gokudera took a few limping steps so that he stood in front of him, determined eyes meeting Yamamoto's. The look on the Italian's face told him that there was a plan brewing in his mind after all and that he was contemplating the consequences of it.
"With my life." Suddenly lips pressed against his in a desperate kiss, hands sliding up his chest. Before he had a chance to react, those hands pushed him back with surprising strength. Yamamoto stumbled backwards, feet meeting nothing but air. He yelped in shock as he fell, panic surging through his body. The last thing he saw was Gokudera turning away, towards the battle, red flames lighting up his arm.
Lately I have been in a KHR mood and have started writing fanfiction again! I was writing on another, much longer, 8059 story when this popped into my head.
It was originally going to be a oneshot, but it felt better to divide it into parts, so there will be two more chapters!
