Gokudera - Self-proclaimed Right Hand Man

"For Juudaime!"

It's cold.

Not that he would admit it. Of course he wouldn't; he wasn't that weak!

…But it's cold.

He slowly glided his way to the centre of the rink. Leaving a thin – barely noticeable- trailed behind him. He stuffed his gloved hands into his pockets, once again, and temporarily stopped to check his surroundings. Wouldn't want to ambushed now, would he? After years of food poisoning, an ambush didn't seem all that unlikely.

His hand immediately flew to his mouth at the thought of that deathly food- No, not food, lethal substance. That stuff wasn't even edible!

After a while, figuring that the feeling had left, the silver haired boy place his hand back into his warm pocket and slowing began to move forward on the ice, careful not to move too suddenly and end up slipping over… Again. He didn't want to add to the already few bruises making themselves at home on his butt. He's just glad that his boss wasn't here to see him humiliate himself at simple ice-skating (which isn't actually all that simple in his case).

'If Juudaime saw me like this… Gah! There's no way I could be his right-hand man!' He mentally slapped himself, 'Damn it! Why can't I keep straight!?' he exclaimed in his head as he wobbled to the left. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get the hang of ice-skating.

He looked around to see people freely drifting along with no effort at all. Deciding that moaning wasn't going to get him anywhere, he cautiously took another step in front of him before gently leaning forward to push off. Quickly pulling his hands out of his pockets, he kept himself balanced by spreading his arms. A smile lapped onto his face as he found himself slowly but surely moving forward at a reasonable pace; making sure to lift and place his foot in time with the other. "I did it!" he shouted to no one in particular.

But no.

The gods must be in a terrible mood today because, once again, he fell. Hearing a few giggles from the girls around him, he picked himself up and tried again.

Nope.

Again.

Nope.

Again.

Nope.

"Damn it!" he growled as he sat on the cold ice. Realising he was at the edge of the rink he latched onto the side and pulled himself up. "Curse it…" he mumbled.

So much for teaching the boss how to ice-skate.