Warnings (the same ones): Yaoi, boys love. If you don't have any interest, please do not read. The story takes place when they are around 17. Tsuna passed the inheritance ceremony and is definitely Vongola boss, with the help of Nono, of course.

Disclaimer (a new one): I may not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, but wait and see. I'll own as great stories xDD... Or course, I can still dream.

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Chapter 02 – Jibun no Kokoro wo Shiranai Hito (The Person Who doesn't Know Its Own Heart)

*Some days before the confession*

Yamamoto Sat on his bed in the morning and opened the courtain by his side, the day hadn't even started but that was everyday routine for the young baseball player. The Rain Guardian washed his face, brushed his teeth, dressed himself with sport shirt and pants, took a face towel, put it on his shoulders and got down, finding his dad in the restaurant kitchen already starting the preparations for the coming Day. The student prepared his own breakfast, tea, misshoshiro (misso soup), an onigiri (rice ball), and a simple small fried fish.

- I'm out, pops! – Yamamoto said after he finished washing the dishes he used.

- Ok! Have a good morning practice! – Tsuyoshi smiled to the son with the same smile the young one had. He was a pround father, his child had the used objects always clean, he could manage himself pretty well, he was a gentleman and outgoing, he had guts and strong resolution and, despite of not being that great in school, he knew his boy had a wonderful future waiting for him… And he knew it hadn't much to do with baseball. The man sighed um a nostalgic smile. After all, Tsuyoshi was a concerned father, he knew very well his own child.

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The black haired teen was enjoying his low speed running through the city, the streets were the same, the stores, the people, the trees… Was he the only one who changed...? His tiny life in such imense world, he never thought those last three years he would be friends to the famous "No good" Tsuna (although he always thought there was nothing of no good in his friend), the scary Hibari from the Discipline Committee, the extreme Ryohei from box club or that he would meet such an incredible baby like Reborn and the others Arcobalenos, or Lambo who could even hold a bazooka and I-pin the could be able to destroy an entire army of commoners…

Even the Mafia game he got himself into that, in fact, didn't look like anything fun when other people wanted to harm his friends. The fight against Mukuro and the future alliance with him, the come of the Varia, the rings, the travel to the future that he hoped it wouldn't be anything like that never again, the troubled Inheritance Ceremony in wich he regretted himself for his lapse that caused worries to the Family. So many incredible people, so many unimaginable places. Really, baseball was great, but he wouldn't change his last three years experience for nothing. Not baseball, nor the Family.

"And if... Everything was different...? And if he had never got to know Tsuna…?"

After some moment of thinking, the athlete got to some conclusions. First, he thought he'd get to be friends with Tsuna anyway, but… Ok, now seriously talking, maybe he'd be even more active at baseball… And, well, there was Gokudera, right? Surely, he'd have tried to be friends with the silverette stranger, since the beginning, Gokudera always looked like an interesting person to be around…

"But, if it wasn't for Tsuna, I'd probably never become friends with Hayato." The young man laughed of himself. Gokudera would have refused him with his everything, not that he still wouldn't admit refusing that now they were, at least, closer. Thinking about the last three years had turned into a habit during the morning practices. It would make him treasure every single moment with the Family, because he would never be him if it wasn't for his last three years.

To tell the truth, he had already thought that maybe he had started liking the italian. Had, that was past too. Three years ago, when everything had started, for some reason, Yamamoto simply wasn't able to ignore the presence of that sharp mind, the almost white hair, the green eyes, pale skin, slim body, maybe because Gokudera mas exactly his opposite. And it was more like "I think I'm thinking to much of that person…", not an "Oh, I think I'm really in love with this person."

Mostly, after the battle against Ganma in the future. Yamamoto had even thought he was dead and, when he woke up in the base's infirmary, he would have jumped and ran in search for the Storm Guardian, afraid that the worst had happened, and he really would have done that if he could move any muscle. But, he was a boy and Gokudera was a boy. Probably, he would like a girl like the "normal" people would and, even if he liked someone of the same gender, the possibilities of that person being Tsuna was much higher, besides, he would put all his effort of being friends with him to waste, because Gokudera would never look at him the same way if he confessed. And, most likely, it could be just his hormones, well, looking at now, he seemed to be doing just fine and wasn't feeling like he liked his friend… Although he couldn't fall in love with any girl too.

Ah, he had lost the sun rising. What a pity, one of his hobbies was to look the sun rise, but everytime he would get too much absorbed in his own world, he'd lost the beautiful scene of a starting day. And that also indicated he had to make his way back, or else, he would be late for a quick shower and to arrive at school in time.

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- Yo, Hayato. – Takeshi greeted him, siting in the chair from the desk in front of the Vongola right hand man, but facing backwards, looking at his friend.

- Idiot, what are you doing there? That's not your seat. – The italian gazed him for some time, but got his concentration back to his notebook, taking some notes.

- Ok, ok. – The japanese stood up and, a sudden curiosity stroke him waiting to know what Gokudera was writing so diligently. He turned around the other's desk and, taking the green eyed boy's shoulders as a support, he approached, until his head was by the other's side, just a little behind. – Hee~ Plans for the Family? Hayato's really Tsuna's right hand man, huh?

- B-Bastard! Who gave you the right to read? Besides, get away from me! It's gross! – The Storm Guardian's face was so extremely red and his hand was pressed against his ear that seconds ago was so close to the Rain Guardian's lips.

- Hahaha. My bad, my bad. Don't get so angry.

Yamamoto smiled. Three years and Gokudera was still the same.

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The afternoon was high. Yamamoto wiped sweat from his face, and dirtied with some more sand. Oh, the baseball ground was really the best. His sharp eyes faced the catcher and the batter, without hurry, he could feel as all his muscles screamed for baseball in that instant. It was the same sensation of holding a katana, all his concentration was like being sucked and his mind worked too fast searching the best alternatives to solve the problem.

He threw the last ball, granting the third strike and the end of the friendly game. Yamamoto smiled as he greeted his team colleagues, everybody was happy, with that baseball nuts there was no way they could lose a game. However, the black haired teen felt like he was being observed and looking up to a window, he could see by glance a silver hair getting away from the glass. The baseball player smiked, hurrying himself to say goodbye and getting ready to go home, meeting Gokudera at the exit.

- are you doing here, baseball nuts? – By the tone in his voice and the expression in his eyes, it was easy to tell he didn't expected to meet Yamamoto there.

- Eh? I thought you're witing for me, so we could go home together. – The Rain Guardian scratched the back of his head with a large and pure smile on his lips.

- Who would wait for an idiot stinking sweat and sand like you? I was just lazy to go home and decided to do my homework at the classroom, idiot! – The young silverette had a despise look on his eyes and his voice tone was as though he felt offended.

- Hahaha. Ok, guess I got it , you're here so, let's go home together. – Yamamoto smiled while following his pissed off friend who walked away leaving the building.

- Ugh,why do I have to walk with you home? – It was easy to see how angry the pianist was.

- Hehe. Hayato's still so Hayato. – Yamamoto commented in a funny tone of voice as they walked in the end of the day.

- Hah? What do you mean by that?

Three years... Ah, if his life could be like that for the resto f it, he woudn't care much... Everything looked perfectly right, everything looked just great… Maybe a little too much.

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*Moments after the confession*

-... Eh...? – The first word, or better, interjection that left Yamamoto's lips.

Ok, calm down, calm dowm. Calm. Down. Really, don't panic. The young Japanese blinked in a confused expression. His ears were just tricking him. Gokudera would never ever say that, even in a million years. Besides, even if he did say that, what the hell did he mean by that? Like, it couldn't be like of like, after all, there were many ways of like, right? For example, to like from admiration, or to like from thinking something is cool like a game, or… Or... Fine, he wasn't the smartest person in the world, but, for God's sake, Hayato would never use that meaning to that word.

No one broke the silence between them, the Italian panted a little, his face looked like almost burning for his shyness. He gritted his teeth, where was the answer?

- I-I already said I'm not going to repeat myself! Now, spit it out! – The Tempest Guardian shout. "Com'on, Yamamoto. The same answer you gave that woman." Then it would be the end. That suffocating feeling in his throat.

- E-Eh? S-Spit it out? Like what? – Those chocolate eyes were wide open in confusion and a soft blush came to his face. (N/A: Don't you get he wants you to kiss him? XD Sorry, I couldn't resist...)

- Your answer! Here, now! – He could feel his throat dry, one more cigarette was took out from his pocket and lightened up, his body trembled a little. Even knowing the answer, something inside him warned he wasn't ready for that.

- B-But, I think I got it wrong, H-Hayato. You mean... Uh... To l-like... from to really… like? – His flushed skin took more space in his face.

- Hah? Is it so hard for you to understand? – Of course, in other circunstances, he'd naver say that, but, now he had to keep up with his composure, indifferent to his own words. After all, he was no little girl to be all apprehensive and stuttering. He was no less than Gokudera Hayato, proud and never honest enough to himself.

The Rain Guardian stopped, every muscle looked like in non-function. His eyes were still very perplexed, his mouth was slightly curved in an awkward expression, between smile and surprise and his face was blushing fast and, even if he didn't want to admit, the smaller boy could not stop thinking how that was funny and even adorable. Ok, he was definetly in love.

After some seconds that looked like eternity, his expression softened and the red left the face of the baseball player. He cleaned his throat and prepared himself to say something, the Italian couldn't be more apprehensive, he knew the answer, what more was he waiting for?

- Ehm... Erm... Hm... I-I'll.. think... – His voice was low, but clear enough to make it audible and this time who was surprised was the youth right in front of him.

- Wh-... What did you say? – Gokudera grabbed him by his uniform collar, his expression was severe, it had something with impatience and anger. – Don't play fool with me, Yamamoto!

- B-But I'm telling the truth! – His brown pure eyes looked in trouble again.

- I heard very well when you said it to that girl in the corridor! I heard you saying you liked "someone else", don't lie to me, moron!

- Eh? You heard? H-How?

The Decimo right hand man then, realized what he said. "Oh, crap. It'll look like I was stalking or something! Ugh..."

- It wasn't intentional! I just happened to be coming here smoke and I got in the wrong time! – He explained himself in the same annoyed tone, pushing him further away.

- Ah... Hm... Well, actually... I always use that part as na excuse. So they won't insist, y'know...? Like, it's very... annoying. – The athlete scratched his cheek with the forefinger while looking away, awkwardly.

Certainly, the expression the green eyed youth had was very strange, that's what he thought. It had a mix of unbeliving with rage and a little bit of "I was tricked". Soon, an abrupt shade of red filled up his cheeks and he turned his back to the other one, his mind working in a million per hour to find a way out of the embarrassing situation he put himself in.

- Y-You have nothing to think about. And I-I just said it beucause I wanted to. – Gokudera smoke intensively and large puffs came out his mouth. "What na awful excuse". He threw his cigarette almost finished on the ground, and steped on it in silence, in the next moment, he left running towards the door to flee away. Now that option was really stronger than his logic.

Before he could reach the door, the Rain Guardian grip his arm as they crossed paths to achieve his goal. The heat was for some reason infernal, or was that just his temperature for his embarrassment?

- Hayato! I promise, I'll think seriously! – Gokudera shook the hand of his beloved off, while his face gained a bright red shade and he went downstairs as fast as he could run.

Without realizing, the younger teen was running through the streets, his haevy puffs and his accelerated heartbeats indicated he needed to stop for a break. The silverette looked to the skies, deep breathing and leaning on the nearest post. Great, probably, that was the must stupid thing he had ever done in his life.

"Hayato! I promise, I'll think seriously!" The black haired boy voice still echoed in his ears. And, as it if wasn't bad enough, he had just done the opposite he intended to, a warm and conforting sensation filled his chest. There was hope.

Hope... Damnit, just have hope was so vague. After all, he wasn't the type of sitting and simply waiting to see what would happen, Gokudera Hayato had always been a man of action, in the end, nobody will give you anything in this world if you don't do something on your own, he learned that in the worst way ever… However, what could he do for them to be together? Hey, wait a moment. Who said he wanted them to be be together?... Fine, that excuse wouldn't work anymore, even if he wasn't willing to admit it, he wanted that black haired guy for him, oh how he did. His dreams could tell clearly that. Gokudera sighed, seeing his body had already rested enough, heading home, thoughtful.

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A storm of confusion flooded the chest of the baseball player as he walked home fast, almost like really troubled. The city, the people, everything, nothing more was the same. How could he be so fool? He opened the restaurant door, he could hear the sound of his father knife working, even that wasn't the same anymore, years have passed and Yamamoto Takeshi clearly undestood something of why Gokudera always called him idiot.

He entered the bath feeling uneasy, washing himself and soon immersing himself in the tub. He needed to relax, calm himself down.

"I-I like you! Damn it! Yeah, that's it!" His face flushed slightly, it could be the heat from the water, but couldn't refrain a smile. That confession was so like the Hayato he knew... For a moment, the youth imagined his "friend" saying those words to someone else, more like to a girl and an uneasy feeling stroke his chest.

Weird, after he decided that wasn't really what he felt for the transferred student from Italy he thought everything was alright, but now he realized that, maybe, he had just stopped that emotion in the time. But... Even thinking that it wouldn't be nice to see Gokudera confessing himself to someone, that didn't mean he was in love with him, right? After all, they were good friends, it was a little sad that they wouldn't be able to spend the same amount of time together like before.

"... Actually, I never thought how I'd feel if I saw him with someone that could be Hayato's "special person"…" To tell the truth, his feelings were always naive. That's it, he would watch exactly how he felt when Hayato was around, acting the same as always until he could assure his own feelings, this time, for real.

To be continued...

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Yay, chapter two! \o/ I hope you appreciate ^^ Although, this time, there's no Mature Content xDDD Fine, don't worry, much more is coming =p (I assume… I'm no more pure D= I can't wait to write more smut…)

I had a hard time translating this, I hope you all really enjoy. The tests are over, but I think I got some Final Exams. That's why update is kinda hard. But I'll try my best to bring you the next chapter! So, wait for me, I won't stop this fanfic! ^^

I'm trying to keep the chapters aroud the same length. If I was to write more in this one, it'd turn out something really big =x

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