It was a cold winter night; cold as Gokudera`s feelings. As snow was falling on the frozen ground, the pianist`s tears were falling on his already soaked pillow. He was lying on his bed, trying to recover from the shock. He was trying not to cry, but he couldn`t hold the bitter tears. His eyes were red, and he had dark bags under his eyes because of the lack of sleep.
Yamamoto entered the apartment. His clothes were all dirty and he had a deep wound on his jaw that was bleeding, but he was still wearing the same wide smile on his face.
"I am home, Hayato." He said.
He was expecting to hear the usual "welcome home" he was used to receive from Gokudera, but he didn`t. "Isn`t he home?" he thought. "No, he must be home. He doesn`t have any mission to accomplish and it is late. "
The dark haired adult went towards his and Gokudera`s bedroom. He found the fragile silhouette lying on the bed, crying his heart out. He was trembling, his face buried in the pillow. The rain guardian shyly entered the room, astonished because of the view in front of him. He sat on the bed and gently stroke the silver locks. His smile had long faded and it was replaced by a very worried expression.
"What`s happened, Hayato?" the baseball player asked, his voice trembling a bit.
But Gokudera didn`t answer. He only burried his face deeper in the pillow. It wasn`t like him to cry over anything. He didn`t like to be seen like that. It wasn`t like the storm guardian was a weak person that could`ve been easily defeated. He was an ambitious person, a very stubborn one and he was anything but weak. Not even an entire army could`ve hurt the guardian this way.
"Hayato.."The rain guardian whispered in the bomber`s left ear.
The dark haired adult hugged Gokudera tightly. The silverette turned his head towards Yamamoto. His once green emerald eyes were now a faint shade of green. He had dark bags under his eyes and he was wearing an afraid expression on his face.
"Talk to me, Hayato." The swordsman said as he tightened the hug.
But the only thing that came out of the bomber`s mouth were only some faint murmures that Yamamoto couldn`t decipher. The dark haired looked into the pianist`s crying eyes, but he couldn`t see through them that time as he could everytime Gokudera was upset. He cupped the silverette`s cheeks with his large hands and he wiped his tears away using his thumbs.
"I.." Gokudera started.
"I want to die, Yamamoto." He continued.
The rain guardian startled as it was one of the few times when the bomber had called him by his name.
"Why would you want to die, Hayato?" The swordsman asked, his voice trembling.
"I was.." the silverette tried.
"I…" he tried again, but he couldn`t continue as the hot pearldrops flood his crystal eyes.
Yamamoto tightened the hug as he kissed Hayato`s forehead.
"It is alright if you don`t want to talk about it. If you feel like telling me, I am wiling to listen. We will solve it someway, Hayato." The rain guardian said, showing a faint smile.
"Time can`t be turned back." the bomber said absently.
Realising how fragile the situation and Hayato`s feelings were, the swordsman stopped insisting over the subject. He didn`t want his lover to feel worse. He decided to stay there and hug the other, hoping he will feel a bit better. His shirt was soaked because of the pianist`s tears. They kept falling from the emerald eyes until the rain guardian felt the silverette`s silhouette resting in his arms. He put Gokudera in the right position on the bed, put a blanket over him and went out of the room, to let the other rest. Yamamoto was pretty concerned with Hayato`s behavior. "What in the world could`ve happened to you, Hayato?" the dark haired thought as he went towards the bathroom. He wanted to take care of the wound that was still bleeding. He went then to the kitchen and lit one cigarette that Gokudera had forgotten on the table. It wasn`t like him to smoke, but the situation was getting on his nerves. He took a long drag and then he spit up all the smoke as he whispered "Hayato..". That was the moment when Gokudera entered the kitchen with a worried expression on his face and went straight to his lover and hugged him tightly. His heart was beating fast.
The rain guardian was very surprised to see Gokudera being so affectionate and he couldn`t help but hug him back.
"Has anything happened?" the dark haired asked.
"I..I..I had a nightmare. But that doesn`t matter. I have something to tell you, Yamamoto." said the pianist, a dead serious look on his face.
"You can tell me tomorrow. Let`s go to sleep." Yamamoto replied as he gently kissed the bomber on the forehead.
"But.." he tried, but the dark haired didn`t listen.
The swordsman took Gokudera`s hand and drove him to the bedroom. As they entered the room, Yamamoto kissed the storm guardian hungrily on the lips. The dark haired licked the other`s lower lip asking for permission. As he was given permission, he brushed his tongue onto Gokudera`s deepening the kiss. Moments later, they broke the kiss for air.
"Yamamoto.." the storm guardian said, his face redding some more while he looked into the other`s eyes.
"Let`s sleep, Hayato." The dark haired suggested.
They sat on the bed hugging eachother until they had fallen asleep.
It was so damn silent. Yamamoto couldn`t sleep as a headache was making his sleep go away. All he could hear was Gokudera`s breath. He felt his heart beating. It was beating fast, arithmic and the silverette was trembling uncontrollably.
"No..No! Kill me, but let him go!" the pianist yelled in his sleep.
Tears were falling on his cheecks while he was sobbing.
"Hayato.." Yamamoto tried to wake him.
"Yamamoto…" the bomber cried in his sleep.
"Yamamoto..help me.." he continued.
"Hayato, wake up!" Yamamoto ordered, shaking the silverette violently.
"Yamamoto..I..I had that nightmare again. I can`t take them out of my head."
"Who are they, Hayato?" Yamamoto asked worried.
"The ones who killed Tsuna." Gokudera finnally said.
No words came from the dark haired`s mouth. He was astonished because of the news. He couldn`t believe his ears that his friend, his boss, his partner was dead.
"You must be kidding, Gokudera. It`s not the first of April yet." Yamamoto faintly said.
"I`m not kidding, you idiot!" the storm guardian yelled.
"Why didn`t you tell me earlier?" the swordsman yelled at his lover.
"I.."
"Why, Gokudera?" he interrupted the bomber, tears filling his eyes.
"I tried to tell you, idiot! But you didn`t listen!" Gokudera replied, throwing a pillow to Yamamoto.
"I am leaving!" he yelled, exiting the apartment.