"Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it"

–Robert Mitchum

Yamamoto found himself walking towards the bed, drawn forth by the beautiful creature lying there. His skinny jeans fit so well that it showed off every curve and his shirtless torso reflected the moonlight. His beautiful silver locks fell across his face in a seductive manner as Yamamoto sat on the bed, transfixed by his beauty. Slowly, Yamamoto found his hands snaking around the other man's waist drawing him forward into a passionate kiss.

Pushing him onto his back, Yamamoto climbed on top of the man, breaking the kiss as he fumbled with the man's belt…

Yamamoto woke with a start, momentarily unsure of where he was. He focused on his surroundings and found himself hunched over the counter of his father's sushi restaurant. He must have fallen asleep there helping out his father the night before. As his eyes focused Yamamoto saw his dad was already up and running, getting ready to open shop. He yawned and peeled his face off the counter, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

He'd dreamed about him again.

It was always the same dream. That man he barely knew would be lying on a bed in some seductive pose, and Yamamoto would always be lured by his beauty and they'd start to kiss. He always woke up before they went further too. That man, the one who'd helped him with his books.

Hayato Gokudera.

The name was engraved in his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, Gokudera's face would pop into his head. He was always blushing or giving off that smile that, when Yamamoto looked at it, seemed so rare and precious.

Yamamoto had never seen himself as gay. When he was younger, he always thought of himself with his future wife. Not husband. He didn't have anything against homosexuals, of course, he just didn't think of himself as one.

But now he was having wet dream after wet dream about this man. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't in love. It had just come at the worst time.

He buried his head in his arms with a groan. He'd never been in love before, and the one time he falls it's when he's about to get married! Talk about disappointment.

He looked up sadly, watching his dad bustle around the kitchen. He thought maybe he should help, since that's what he was there for, but he was too lost in self-pity to move. Just watched as fish, seaweed, wasabi, rice, and other sushi ingredients were laid out on the counter; prepared for any customer's needs.

When the pressure in his lower area got to be too much, Yamamoto finally stood up painfully from his stool and hobbled up the stairs to the private toilet.

He came back down a few seconds later, once he had fully relieved himself, and headed into the kitchen to help his dad prepare. Tsuyoshi, being the ever observant parent, noticed his son's downcast mood right away.

"Anything the matter Takeshi?"

Yamamoto just smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine dad."

Tsuyoshi didn't believe him for a second, but he decided to drop it. He'd seen his son hobble up the stairs, so he had an idea of what was going on but didn't push it.

Yamamoto tried to forget about Gokudera for a few seconds by busying himself with the dishes; making sure every plate and glass was perfectly clean for customer use. When he finished, he sat down at the kitchen table with his thermos of milk and downed it greedily.

Tsuyoshi opened shop, putting the noren outside to say that they were open. He then came back inside and sat across from Yamamoto at the table.

"… You've fallen in love haven't you?"

Yamamoto almost spit out his milk, reflexes the only thing keeping it in which caused him to choke on it instead. He coughed and hacked, Tsuyoshi only looking on in mild concern. Once he'd finished coughing, Yamamoto cleared his throat and blushed slightly.

"H-how'd you know?"

Tsuyoshi pointedly nodded at Yamamoto's lower area and he blushed even deeper. To be seen by your dad in a condition like that was truthfully very embarrassing. Tsuyoshi only sighed, a pained look on his face.

"I'm really sorry Takeshi. I would take it back if I could, but…" He choked on his words and Yamamoto felt his own eyes well up as he placed his hand gingerly over his father's.

"I know old man. I'm not mad at you; I know it was necessary. I," Yamamoto's eyes clouded in pain at the thought of how he could ever do this. How he could even start, "just have to forget about him."

Tsuyoshi only raised an eyebrow slightly at the "him" part but it soon went down as he walked over to hug his son. Yamamoto was only semi-surprised by this gesture, but hugged his father back tightly as tears fell down his face.

They sat there for a few moments before the door dinged. Tsuyoshi immediately turned his expression to business only and Yamamoto stood to take the customer's order. He wiped a tear from his eye and tried to keep his voice steady. The customer ordered, but Yamamoto wasn't really focused on her. His thoughts were fighting back and forth as he kept thinking and trying to stop thinking about Gokudera. But how could he?

How could he forget the only person he'd ever loved?

(A/N) AH YAMAMOTO'S PAIN ;A; This chapter was, personally, hard to write so I hope it turned out okay! I'm wondering if I should change the genre of this… oh well :P Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!