Summary: Yamamoto is a major league baseball player, but during one of his games, he's injured. He decides to get a pet to keep him company while he recovers. Little does he know, Gokudera will change him more than he ever bargained for. Yama/Goku AU
Warning: Lots of cussing, because Rain is a big pottymouth. *washes mouth out with soap*
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the participants in the Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Sausage fest. ;_;
Yamamoto had never intended for this to happen. He was overcome with regret, and as the bright lights flashed by overhead on the rush to the ER, his chocolate colored eyes filled with fear. If only he had not made that last save...Then maybe his career wouldn't have been risked like this. His semi-unconscious gaze shifted to his now useless right arm. The entire forearm was covered in blood, and his elbow was bent in an unnatural direction. He glimpsed a sliver of white bone jutting out from the bloodied flesh before he blacked out from the pain.
Squalo paced back and forth restlessly at the foot of his younger brother's bed. As soon as he'd gotten the call regarding Takeshi's incident, he'd cancelled his kendo match and flown all the way from Japan to see him. And boy...was he going to kill him.
"That dumbass...He thinks he can just get beaten to a pulp...and not win?" Squalo's pacing stopped abruptly when the man on the bed stirred. The doctors said the baseball player wouldn't awaken for another few days, but Squalo knew Yamamoto was an extraordinary man, if anything.
Soft brown eyes fluttered open, and Squalo's heart skipped a beat as they landed on him.
"Squalo...what are you doing here?"
Yamamoto could barely register that he was in a hospital bed before a fist connected with his left cheek. The force of Squalo's punch sent him flying into the other wall.
"You stupid asshole!" His long haired brother shouted. "I had to cancel one of the most important matches of my life so I could come here just to send you through a fucking wall!"
Yamamoto's head was spinning and his vision was clouded with stars, but nevertheless he was overjoyed to see his brother. "Squalo! I haven't seen you in forever!" He grinned.
"Che..." The older brother's rage dissapated at the younger's warm welcome. "Get back in bed before those stupid nurses make a fuss."
When things had calmed down a bit after the nurses had made a fuss, Squalo decided it was time to get serious.
"How could you lose?" Yamamoto's smile faded. "I thought we agreed...no matter what, neither of us will ever lose a fight. Did you forget, stupid Takeshi?"
"I didn't forget." Yamamoto's expression was unreadable, his brown eyes blank. "But when I was rushed here...I wondered..."
Squalo waited for him to continue.
"Is this really worth it? Every game, I go out there willing to give my life to win...But every time I do that, I'm putting my entire career at stake. If I ever got seriously injured, I could never play another game of baseball again...This time was just a fluke, you know? I could have broken more than just my arm. Think about it-"
Yamamoto was blasted onto the floor once more by Squalo's fist of fury.
"Dammit Squalo-!"
"So you would rather lose? You'd rather sit at home, full of regret after losing? After letting your teammates, your fans, and your dreams down? You once told me that you would dedicate your life to the game. Have you gone soft?" Squalo kicked the downed Yamamoto full force in the gut.
"If you're that kind of weak, limp dick coward, then you are no longer worthy to be called my brother." Squalo's voice was full of contempt, and his eyes were burning with rage. He aimed another kick at Yamamoto, but his good arm flashed out and blocked the kick.
"...I would rather die than let my teammates down." Squalo grinned. This was more like it.
At that moment, a team of nurses rushed in and attempted to drag Squalo away. "Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave. We already gave you a warning, but you are continuously disrupting the order in this building, and Mr. Yamamoto is unable to rest properly!"
Squalo easily held his ground against the weak nurses. "Man up, Takeshi. The next time we meet, you better not be sniveling like a sissy loser!" With those final words, he allowed himself to be led out of the room.
Yamamoto picked himself up, wiped the blood off his lips, and grinned. "Thanks, bro."
A/N: Umm, this is my first fanfic, OTL so bear with me; I don't even have Microsoft Word for this, so I'm reduced to writing with Notepad. I know Yamahobo is OOC, and it seems like a SqualoxYamamoto so far, but it is not so! *shot* Will the rating go up...? Mayyybe. ;o;
Up next - some 1827 (Hibari-Tsuna)