Unrequited Love Part 4

A/N: Yo! i wrote this for Valentine's Day, even though i hate this stupid holiday. hope you enjoy! oh, and btw, Warning: suggestive themes, and boys kissing. also death. Enjoy!

Gokudera's POV

I panted heavily, sucking in deep breaths. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my cheek, and my hands clenched into fists.

"hah…it's…it's almost….almost too much…..I…probably won't make it…much longer…" I groaned slightly.

What was wrong with me? I was acting weird today. I shouldn't be this affected by something like…this. It usually isn't this hard.

I mean its just P.E.

A/N: you thought something dirty didn't ya? Its okay, even I was thinking of funny things. Heehee.

It's been two days since I ate at Yamamoto's place. I haven't spoken to him much. Lately I've been more concerned with what I'll do for that music shop owner. I know what song I will play, but…I don't want to go through with it. I'm still afraid that my fingers will twist the music into a Danse Macabre.

A whistle sounded. The game of soccer began again. That reminded me of the fact that Yamamoto was playing for the opposing team. Also he was charging at the goal I was defending. His hair stuck slightly to his face, and when he ran his shirt fluttered around exposing tanned skin.

I shook my head hard and tried to direct all my attention to the game being played. This backfired unfortunately, because the ball was soon passed to Yamamoto. He charged towards me, dribbling the ball with precision.

He was upon me almost before I could blink. A sharp, powerful kick sent the ball speeding in my direction. I moved to block it, but instead of an ultra cool two hand spin block, I got a stomach full of 40mph ball. It hurt.

My breath was knocked from my body and rendered me speechless. Normally this wouldn't cause much trouble. You know, catch your breath after a minute, and you're fine! (A/N: that's totally happened to me. I speak from experience. Such things aren't hard to walk off.) But this time was different. A lack of sleep and nutrition, coupled with distraction, and my vision began to blur. I began to falter, and I moved a foot forward to steady myself. I tried to regain my vision properly, but it continued to go black. First the edges, then it spread. The last thing I saw before I completely blacked out was Yamamoto rushing towards me with a worried look on his face.

I was sitting in an empty booth at Take Sushi, which was also empty. Yamamoto walked in from a room in the back with a platter of chocolates in his hands. He set the platter down on the table and walked over to me.

He sat down on the edge of the booth and leaned back, far enough so that he could face me. A hand reached forward and cupped my face. "Hayato…" he whispered softly, almost teasingly. He leaned towards my face and stared deep into my eyes. His lips were mere millimeters from my own. I hungrily closed the distance between us in a searing kiss. I felt Yamamoto smirk as he kissed back. His hand still on my cheek he tilted his head a bit for better access. His tongue flicked across my bottom lip asking for permission. That seemed silly to me but I gladly allowed it. His tongue entered my mouth and explored. It ran over the top of my own tongue and then across the roof of my mouth, inducing a shiver. I decided to fight back a little, and a small war for dominance took place. He eventually conceded, and allowed my tongue to enter his mouth. It was wet and warm, and I took this opportunity to explore every inch of I, eliciting a small moan.

Finally we both pulled apart to take deep breaths. A line of saliva connected our mouths, but it was wiped away by a tanned hand. Yamamoto moved off the booth on my side and over to the one opposite. He sat smiling softly at me. I looked at the tray and examined the chocolates on it.

Yamamoto watched me and picked one up. He fiddled with it a while before bringing it to his lips and popping it in his mouth. He chewed it with a thoughtful expression whilst I watched. I had never had a thing for sweets anyway. I enjoyed merely watching him eat them.

Sadly, it was too late that I realized the sweets were giving off a poisonous aura. A very familiar one.

Yamamoto began to gag. Choking and spluttering, foam gathered at his mouth. His hands clawed at his throat. he tried to speak, but all that came out was gasps, and garbled noises. I was horrorstruck. At some point I began to scream. A shadow moved into the room from the same place Yamamoto entered from. The shadow moved into the light and I recognized immediately who it was.

The scorpion tattoo, the pinkish hair, the punk clothes. There was only one person this could be.

My sister, Bianci.

My eyes burst open. I was in a foreign room. The style seemed familiar, but not the room itself. I looked around, still a bit sluggish. To my left was a door, and to my right…

"Yamamoto…?" Indeed it was Yamamoto who was on my right.

"Ah, Gokudera! You finally woke up! I'm so glad!" he smiled, relieved.

"Where…Why….?"

"This is my room. I brought you here after I hit you with that soccer ball. I tried to take you to the school infirmary, but the doctor only gave me some aspirin, and said to go home and rest. So, I carried you to my place." He said cheerily.

My eyes widened, and I'm sure my face paled. I was….in Yamamoto's room…? It was such a shock that I didn't register what it meant for a while. Then a deep blush spread across my face.

"R-Right…" I replied dumbly.

I'm in his house. I am in his fucking house. WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO!