A/N: Again, I'm feeling like I've been writing Gokudera...wrong lateley. I'm pretty damn sure he's at least a BIT OOC here. =p
This drabble was written for Arashi no Bakumaru, as an end-of-exams present with the prompt 'Symphony.'
I Hope you enjoy it, at least a bit. I might elaborate on the idea later. Read and Review please. =)
~Miria
To look at Gokudera Hayato was not to see a classical music lover.
You'd have to look past his harsh personality, and the way he liked to dress, which certainly did not make you think: 'This person loves fine arts'.
So yes, Yamamoto as suprised as anyone would be when he found out that Gokudera had been going to see a symphony play on the weekends, ever since he had moved to Japan.
"Maa, Gokudera, what are you doing this weekend?" Yamamoto asked, pulling a chair up to the table where the silver-haired boy sat.
"Shut up, baseball idiot. You're in a library." the Italian replied, fidgeting slightly with the cuffs of his button-up shirt, and not looking up from his paper.
"Come on, Gokudera. Do you want to hang out with me and Tsuna this weekend?" the rain guardian prodded, still smiling.
"Tsuna and I." Gokudera corrected, finally looking up, slightly exasperated.
Yamamoto nodded, smiling. "Yeah, do you want to hang out?"
"I'm BUSY." Gokudera stressed. "Why would I hang out with an idiot like you anyways?"
Yamamoto laughed, earning a glare from the librarian, to which he responded with a smile.
"What are you doing then?" he asked, picking up Gokudera's work and studying it curiously,then putting it down as he realized there was no way he could understand it.
"I'm going to a fucking concert, now leave me alone." the storm guardian stated, standing up from the table and moving to leave.
"Ahah! Sounds like fun!" Yamamoto exclaimed. "Could I come?"
Gokudera knew the baseball player wouldn't enjoy this in the least. He was going to see the Brandenburg concertos, and the program would certainly run longer than an hour. The idiot couldn't sit still for an hour if his life depended on it, much less sit through a classical music program.
In other words, this could be fun.
Gokudera turned around, a slight smirk on his face.
"Ok, meet me at the performing arts center tomorrow, at seven. If you're going to be late, don't bother coming."
He picked up his various notebooks and research papers and walked out of the library, without so much as a backwards glance.
Of course Yamamoto was suprised when he found out it was an orchestra concert. Perhaps he had never thought about it, but he expected Gokudera to like more loud, 'fuck the world' music, not intricate melodies and complex harmonies.
He was even more suprised when, without a glance at their tickets, Gokudera knew where do sit. And when Yamamoto checked the tickets later, he discovered that they WERE in the right seats
It was slightly suprising for the Vongola rain guardian to discover that he liked the music as well. He was never the guy who knew much anything about music, as baseball was his area of expertise.
He found himself not only enjoying the music, but Gokudera's reactions. He sat with his eyes closed, focusing. He smiled, and tapped his fingers to the faster sections, and simply concentrated on the slower bits. A couple of times, he caught Yamamoto watching, and instead of threatening to blow his head off, he merely smiled slightly. Smiled. Gokudera. It just goes to show what music can do to a person.
And if it meant he got to see Gokudera happy, Yamamoto loved it.
