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Disclaimer (only because I like writing bullshit): If Katekyo Hitman Reborn was mine, I'd have made much more fanservice scenes…

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Chapter 03 – Isshoni Sugosu Jikan (The Time Spent Together)

On that morning, Gokudera Hayato woke up decided to act normally, as nothing had happened on the day before, although he even had troubles sleeping. He would only react if the idiot acted first. As the day was extremely hot, the Italian remembered to make a ponytail as always so it wouldn't bother him and went to his adored Tenth's house and then to school.

- Ah, it feels like hell today. – The Storm Guardian pulled his T-shirt collar to let some air in while he leaned himself on the school chair. He took a fast look on a Yamamoto in the other side of the classroom, talking with some other students, no moves on him, the black haired boy greeted him as any other day, like nothing had happened. Fine, if that's how he would act, then the young Italian would just play along.

"Hold on... Wasn't it you who said that would act normally?" An inner voice warned him how much importance he was giving to that matter. Yes, but he was a genius, the idiot shouldn't be able to act so levianamente. That annoyed him badly. It was just like he didn't care about all the strength he had to gather to confess, after all, who did he think it was Gokudera Hayato? Did he make any idea of how those words were hard to say?

- Tche... – More wrinkles appeared on the silver haired youth' forehead. Great, it was a day hot like like hell, the baseball idiot was an idiot and he felt like an idiot to care so much about an idiot.

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Like every morning, Takeshi stretched himself as he woke up in the early morning to have some practice, on that morning, he trained his sword on some woods next the city temple. Yes, now he'd organize his time to practice baseball and sword, he enjoyed both, but only the sword would assure the protection of his Family. Soon, the morning sun showed that it was an extremely hot day. The young Japanese wiped his sweat on his face with a hand towel he had brought.

The practice wasn't good. Squallo probably would shout at his ear something like "Voooooooi, brat, you call this shit training?", however, it wasn't like he didn't want to avoid thinking on certain Italian. After thinking for some time last night, the younger boy was incredibly attractive, even in the eyes of a man. His slender body, his smooth even delicate traces, pale skin, long eyelashes and the ocean green eyes or maybe emerald green or was it grizzly green…? The silver hair that outlined his face, the pinky lips… Oh, his lips... Clang!

- Oops... Damn. – The swordman complained about his own concentration after hitting a tree right behind him with the non-cutting part.

"Uh... I Wonder if I can pay attention to the classes…" Well, anyway, it wasn't like he payed any before. The classes had something special for him, so he couldn't keep his attention and, occasionally, looking at the pianist wasn't that rare… But now, he'd look him with other eyes.

The young japanese face gained a smooth red color, guess it was the heat because of his activity until now, the Racing beatheart on his chest was probably that too... Nothing to worry about, in fact, that indicated he needed to go home and then to school. He deeply breathed, appeasing his own heart and then he laughed at himself, that wasn't like him, thinking so seriously. But, that could mean, deep inside, he had changed a little too, maybe matured.

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- Gokudera-kun, let's have luch? – Decimo took his silverette friend off his thoughts with na awkward smile.

- Oh, of course, Jyuudai...

- Gokudera-san. – A classmate called him from the class door a little afraid of the bomb user's personality. – Hm... There's a girl there, she wants to talk to you.

Oh, that's true. Hayato was quite popular with girls, it had been even more frequent these times. But he would always reject them without thinking twice, sometimes, he wouldn't even give himself the work to talk to them. The young Italian grunted, he hated that.

- Hey, Gokudera-kun. – Tsuna whispered to his right hand man. – Talk to her and be gentle, ok?

-... Uh... Alright, Jyuudaime. I'll do that for you. – Gokudera bowed himself slightly. He and the Decimo Vongola had already talked about that, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't feel comfortable when one of his Best friends was so rude with the girls, when he knew his right hand was a good person, the smaller one didn't want people to have a worse image of his friend.

"Like acting normal after that was an option..." Yamamoto thought after feeling his throat going dry and his eyes tightened. What's the matter? That was normal. They were 17, Hayato was extremely attractive and, with the time, he had became a little docile to avoid problems for Tsuna, it was completely normal… Until yesterday he wouldn't give any importance to that, after all, he knew the dynamite user would simply reject the girl. Even so...

- Yamamoto! Should we get going? Gokudera-kun Will surely show up later. – The young Vongola smileed at the black haired athlete, but the smile faded turning into a curious expression noting he was thoughtful.

- Ah, yeah. – The swordman smiled as always when he snaped off his thoughts. – Today I brought a very big lunch! Let's all eat to our hearts content!

- Hehe, after all, today is Friday, right? Yamamoto always make so much food to celebrate weekends. – Reborn's pupil smiled back, ignoring his hyper intuition for now.

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Ah, the sound of the insects in the summer was annoying. Cicadas wouldn't stop singing, the number of little bugs around multiplied. It was even uncomfortable to use a t-shirt under the school shirt, the dark pants also were somehow a nuisance with that heat, but it wasn't unbearable to the Italian. Only his hair was something he needed to do something about, because of where it was, in his neck, it was much more refreshing to hold it in a ponytail, slthough the youth didn't know that made the girls (and maybe some boys) who liked him almost die by heart attack or, at least, faint, because that always made him extremely sexy.

- G-Gokudera-kun... I... – The girl started, nervously. Her legs were shaky and her face was visibly red, maybe her hands would also tremble if she didn't hold them so tight to her chest.

- Listen, can't you get over with this so-... – For a little moment, the Storm Guardian observed her short hair that covered her flush, how she took her breath and courage to put that feeling out and, for a short blink of eyes, he saw himself on her when he declared to the baseball idiot. Was he like that...? A small and weak existence searching courage inside himself...

- I... Like you! – The words echoed inside Hayato's mind. Nothing. He felt nothing for her. An empathy feeling took him, until today every time that scene repeated, everything he wanted was to see himself free as fast as he could, but after being the one stooding up right before that situation, he could comprehend how that felt, being there before the person you loved to say something.

-... Sorry. I can't accept your feelings. – With that said, the silverette turned his back and left her, he could hear the low sobs and it even looked like he could see a face full of tears.

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- Hey, Hayato! – The same smile opened right before the green eyes of the italian.

- What's it? – Gokudera only pretended he didn't care, while he put his shoes to leave the school. Now the sky was a little cloudy. Maybe a little too much.

- I'm glad to meet you here. Let's go home together! And where's Tsuna? – The Rain Guardian Sat by his side, putting on his own shoes.

- The idiot Dino appeared, Reborn-san asked him to return earlier. – The pianist stoop up knocking the tip of his left shoe on the ground, preparing to leave the school.

- Oh, really? Hehe, let's pass by Tsuna's house? Hah? Hey, wait up, Hayato! – Takeshi stood up hurrying to catch up with the other. There was something really odd with that talk.

As they walked some blocks, discussing some trivial matters, a Wind more humid started to blow and soon the first raindrops stained the asphalt, making it completely dark gray fastly, so the two hurried themselves until they were running in the rain.

- Don't you have any umbrella, idiot? – The young with green eyes checked for the last time, looking back at the taller one who runned right behind him.

- Hahaha. I didn't bring it today. It was so hot, didn't think it'd rain. – Yamamoto laughed his good laugh to hear. – Hey, don't you think it's better if we stop?

- No. Now we're already close to my house.

-... Eh?

He was so enterteined by their talk and simply by the presence of the right hand man of the Family that he didn't notice some blocks ago they had changed their destination from the Sky of the Vongola. Was that right?... Going to the house of someone who had declared to him one day before didn't look like a very good idea, but... The chocolate eyed youth gulped, Hayato was, in the first place, his friend. Despite the three years knowing each other, the swordman never went to his friend's house alone, but… He wouldn't simply "attack" him... Probably. No, after all, he was still Gokudera Hayato, he would never do that… At least, he thought he wouldn't...

- Hey, idiot! Why are you slowing down? Hurry up! – The younger one took him off his thoughts, there was already a considerable distance between them.

- Oh! Sorry!

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The sound of the key turning in the keyhole and the light bottom going on looked like echoing eternally in the ears of the baseball player. He could even feel a chin going down his spine when he took the first step in the apartment.

- I'm going to take a towel.

- A-Ah! Yeah, ok. – Yamamoto gasped.

- ? Something wrong? – The green eyes observed him with an irritated look.

- N-No. Hahaha. I was just thinking how the rain got strong… – The Rain Guardian turned himself to the door, looking the intense falling rain, pretending he wasn't nervous.

The next sensation was a white towel covering his sight and two hands pushing the back of his head, making him look at his feet, Yamamoto imagined that that was over there and was prepared to thank and smile, when the hands, using the towel, messed his hair, drying it a little.

- U-Uwah...! – A pretty shade of red took his face, but when he took off the fabric wich covered his vision, all he saw was the Storm Guardian going in another room, without looking back, while taking off his wet shirt.

- I'm going to take a bath. – His voice didn't look like he was unsettled. Actually, that's just like always, the sportsman thought. After all, in those three years, that was exactly how Hayato acted, the fact he threw the towel against his head, and the fast and rough pat… How long had he been having those feelings…? Was that his way of showing some affection?

No... Better not to think that way. That was like looking for hints in every action and reaction of him, that'd make him mad, the chocolate eyes tightened in a happy expression. The dynamite user wasn't the type of showing kindness and honesty to anyone, in fact, Takeshi had only seen him acting like that with Tsuna. The young sat on the floor, after drying himself. Well, it'd be better to take off his shirt, because it was soaked. And they were both man, there wasn't anything bad with that.

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- Hey, idiot. You can ta-... – The green eyes looked at a body laying on his room, sleeping like a child... With no shirt. – Tch... You want to get a cold that much? – He hid his shame looking at any other place.

Inside the apartment, the young italian used loose gray tactel shorts and a red T-shirt stamped with a tribal style black dragon, the white towel was still on his shoulders because he was lazy to dry his hair and, that's why, his hair was still dripping. Gokudera walked through the room without making too much noise, going to the kitchen to make some tea. After finishing, he left the glasses on the table in the living room and kicked his asleep fellow.

- Ouch! That hurts, Hayato... – A sleepy Yamamoto Sat on the floor, yawning and taking a look around, remembering he was on his friend's house.

- I made some tea and I wanna take it here. You go take a shower, baseball idiot. Don't sleep at other people's living room.

- Oops, my bad. Hehe. – The young japanese opened a drowsy smile. Suddenly, all the tension in the air was over, after all, above all things, they were friends.

- Hurry up, I'm going out later. – The pianist sat before the short table, gazing at his own glass of tea and avoinding that adorable sleepy smiling face.

- Going out...? – The memory of that girl who called him to a private talk suddenly came to the baseball player's mind.

- Yeah, you have a problem with that? – The Storm Guardian raised an eyebrow.

- With someone...? – Yamamoto regreted not keeping his curiosity quiet, because his chest felt slightly uncomfortable. Alright, until what point were they still friends...?

- Where all that interest came from? What I do with my life has nothing to do with you. – Gokudera took his hot drink to his lips, eyes shut looking like he intended to ignore the other. Why, suddenly, Yamamoto was so insistent about something so trivial?

-... Yeah, you're right. Thanks, then I'm taking a shower. – Without looking back, or remembering to smile, he left the room.

"... What's the matter now?" The silverette layed on the floor, facing the ceiling.

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"Alright, alright. If he's going out, that doesn't mean he's going out with someone else... And even less with that girl he rejected… Well, at least, I think he did, he didn't say anything about that after he returned… In fact, he acted odd all day long after that… Does that mean… he didn't rejected her…?" Steam ascended from the bathtub while the black haired youth washed his body. "But... He confessed to me yesterday. That wouldn't make any sense..."

- Hey, Yamamoto. You are sure slow to take a bath, huh. – A muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

- Oh, sorry. I'll be out soon. – "Why so hurried?" There was again that uncomfortable feeling. No good, the Japanese hated to keep going in circles like that with lots of assumptions, if he wanted to know, it was better just to ask. – H-Hey, Hayato. Why are you going out? Like, what for?

-... Why do you want to know?

- Oh, well... I don't know, I was just curious...

-... To eat, huh. There's nothing here home.

The Rain Guardian couldn't avoid a low laugh, doing so that the other wouldn't find out, because he'd probable be very pissed if he did. But the sound of a thunder remembered him that it was still raining hard, giving him an idea.

- Hey, Hayato. Don't you wanna eat something here?

- Hah? Didn't I tell you there's nothing to eat here.

- But there's a convenience store close by, isn't there? It's better then walking to eat, and with that rain. – The brown eyed boy reasoned while he took the soap out of his body.

-... I don't know cooking...

This time, the cheerful laugh was audible enough, what pissed off badly the Vongola's right hand man, at the same time a pink shade was easy seen on his pale face who sat on the floor leaning his back on the wall, next the bathroom door.

- Oi, don't laugh, idiot!

- My bad, my bad. – The door opened and the swordman appeared wearing his school pants, a white T-shirt just the right size to his body, because Gokudera didn't have any other clothe that would fit him, and with the towel on his shoulders. Ok, that was very strage, the young silverette couldn't stop thinking how he was sexy wearing a tight cloth. – But, I was saying, Hayato. It's that I can't go home with that rain, and I could cook something for us.

That was a good Idea, Yamamoto was a great cook. That was why Gokudera would always take some of his lunch, wich were always delicious. But... They'd be alone in his apartment, cooking dinner... The pianist blushed a little.

- Ok, but I wanna eat something really good. And I don't want sushi. – Those green eyes gazed at him with certain demanda ir, looking him sitting on the floor, he looked like a spoiled cat.

- Haha, ok. I'll try my Best. So, what about we go out to buy the ingredients? – The youth dried his black hair, going to the living room.

-... As a reward. If the rain doesn't stop until the time for you to go home. You can stay.

Yamamoto froze his steps, without daring to look back and face the italian boy sitting on the floor next the bathroom door. Ah, what was that feeling...? He felt like laughing, something with being nervous, a heat filling his chest. He felt happy and light, at the same time he was embarrassed and without reaction. It was undeniably good, he smiled that pure naive smile of happiness and turned to him, lending a hand to the smaller one.

- Haha! Thank you, Hayato!

To be continued...

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D= I think it's horrible... Was it bad? Too monotonous? Maybe OOC? Ngh...

I'm very late, yeah, I know, I'm sorry xD I had parto f the idea ready when I finished chap 2, but everything vanished when I went to sleep xDDDDD But, I think it's somehow as expected. Only a little too long, I guess... I'm sorry if it was tiresome.

Reviews, please XD Tell me what you want to happen, curse me as much you want this author and the characters (Well, the characters I'm not sure, but the author it's fine xD), say "I'm never gonna read that again" or "Keep it up" XD You don't need to be long (but general comments are welcome too ^^)

Well, that's it. I hope you appreciated it and that you keep enjoying it...

*sigh*... I'm VERY BADLY sorry I was so late with the English translation D=

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