Warnings: Rated M for violence, blood, boyxboy=Yaoi, swearing, OOC, Fluff, and lemon in later chapters! If ya don't like then please don't read.

Disclaimer: Gah don't I wish *pouts*

Pairing: YamamotoxGokudera 8059

A/N: Ahhh another chappie! Thank you so much for all your reviews! I really love them. I'm sorry if I haven't thanked you personally for your review, I've been such a scatter brain lately^^ Oh yeah theres some minor Haru bashing in this chapter, so sorry if I offend anyone. Oh and also some HibarixTsuna cause I feel like it^^ Sry for any errors that I missed as well!


Walking After you

Chapter Three: Sushi and Friends

So here he was now, Yamamoto waiting patiently at his side, as he paused, his hand hovering over the door knob of 'his front door.'

What an unusual busy day he had.

He woke that morning feeling more tired than usual, barely remembering falling asleep that night. The fact that he'd be leaving the next morning pulsed throughout his body, causing him to toss and turn all night. Yamamoto looked about as tired as Gokudera felt when he woke that morning as well. They both remained silent, only speaking to each other when it was necessary. It took awhile for him to finally be discharged. His nurse briefly explained to him when to take his medications, and that he'd need to return to get his stitches and cast removed soon, while Yamamoto listened quietly behind them. With his get-well-gifts in hand and bag of medications tucked safely at his side, he stepped outside and gazed at the bright sun filled sky. Gokudera siged contently, feeling the sun on his skin. Yamamoto's breath left him momentarily as he gazed upon Gokudera. The sun gently caressing his pale ivory skin, his hair shinning brightly reflecting the sun in every strand, the spark his eyes shone as he inhaled deeply parting his lightly tinted pink lips slightly. Yamamoto gently bit at his lip, resisting the urge to press his own lips against the soft supple ones he desperately missed, before directing Gokudera in which way they needed to go.

They moved at a slow stop and go pace for various reasons. A.) Yamamoto didn't want to rush Gokudera. B.) Gokudera was to busy studying his surroundings to actually see them. Yamamoto's hand gently held onto his arm, pulling and maneuvering him out of the way of poles and objects he had repeatedly almost collided with, chuckling and commenting "Do you want to end up in the hospital again," the entire way.

'So this was the city he lived in.'Gokudera made sure to study ever inch, every building, he passed, taking notice to anything he could easily recognize, making it a marker in his head for future reference, in case he ever got was snapped out of his distraction as his face made contact with the back of Yamamoto.

"Tch. Say something if your going to just stop like that." He snapped rubbing his nose.

"Aha….I'm sorry." Yamamoto chuckled "But we're here." He added pointing to the sign that read 'Take Sushi'. Gokudera recognized the name, he heard it many times from Yamamoto, this was Yamamoto's looked at the sign in confusion with a slight frown.

"I thought we were going to my house?"

Yamamoto smiled at him, sliding the door open. "Just a quick stop".

Gokudera was about to retort but found his self flinching, almost dropping the bag in his hand, as 'WELCOME BACK GOKUDERA!!' was yelled by many various voices from inside the face clearly said that he was surprised, which pleased the others, as he was gently pulled inside by Yamamoto, who he could hear chuckling lightly again.

There was one word to describe his current emotion at this time, and that was self-conscious. He shifted and twitched uncomfortably feeling all there eyes on him. He could feel his face heat up, as his body temperature slowly rose, sweat forming at his temples. Yamamoto cleared his voice quietly, as if telling Gokudera it was ok. He reluctantly looked out into the large crowd of people, recognizing Tsuna, Reborn, and Ryohei only. Tsuna gave him a reassuring smile as their eyes met, before Gokudera was bombarded by hugs and pats on his back by the others, all of them saying some form of 'Welcome back Gokudera' or 'Good to see you back'.

Even though he found his self feeling extremely awkward and overwhelmed, he couldn't help but smile a little. All these people, even though he had no clue who they were, seemed so happy to see him. He relaxed a little.

Tsuna rushed forward and began introducing Gokudera to the others, in which he began wishing he had a note pad, to write all their names down, or at least a camera. How the heck was he going to remember all them, though he was glad to finally put some faces to the people in the stories Yamamoto told him.

First was his step-sister Bianchi, who hugged him tightly causing him to winch in pain. He decide it was best to not ask her why she was wearing goggles. Mostly due to the sudden feeling of dread that shook through him, telling him he didn't and shouldn't see her with out them on. Also because she was viciously beating a man, who Tsuna whispered to him was named Dr. Shamal, who had be continuously launching his self at Bianchi, his lips puckered and arms spread wide. The blood stained man briefly introduced his self, after he was knocked to the ground hard by a kick from Bianchi, before jumping up and launching at her again. Gokudera cringed as the man was sent flying to a table.

Next was Ryohei, now knowing him to be what Yamamoto said was the 'Sun Guardian', and his sister Kyoko, along with another girl named Haru, whose voice seemed to pierce his head painfully. He was soon skittering away from her in fear of losing his sanity. Then it was Tsuna's mom, she hugged and smiled at him kindly, making him relax even more. She was flanked by two children who were running circles around her. Lambo, who sported a giant afro and cow printed suit. He laughed at Gokudera calling him 'Stupid-dera', before he was swiftly kicked in the head by the other child yelling at him "Lambo don't be rude!!"

'So annoying...' He gritted his teeth, strongly wishing it was him that was kicking Lambo instead. At this moment he also realized bitterly that Lambo was the 'Thunder Guardian' of their family. The other child introduced herself, 'A girl!', as I-pin, whose head was disturbingly tall and bare with just a short tail like braid at the top. She bowed to him politely before rushing after Lambo again, who was now jumping on the tables knocking some drinks over in the process. 'Stupid cow'

Gokudera blinked at the girl now standing in front of him. She wore a green school uniform, her shirt exposing her mid-drift, with a odd eye patch covering her right eye. She was holding, what Gokudera could only describe as, a trident.

"T-this is for you…" She mumbled quietly holding out a cup filled with punch.

"T-thanks.." He took it from her. The moment he had it in his hand she was gone, briskly walking away from him. Guessing from a description Yamamoto had told him, her name was Chrome Dokuro, the 'Mist Guardian'. He shook his head deciding that now wasn't the best time to try and comprehend the long story Yamamoto had told him about Chrome and Mukuro at this time.

It was when he was receiving some sushi from Yamamoto's dad, who happily introduced his self, Gokudera taking notice to the fact that he addressed him nonchalantly as Hayato as well, when a bored voice droned from behind him, "Gokudera Hayato." Gokudera stiffened and turned around slowly. He was greeted by an intimidating icy dark glare from a dark messy haired boy, who looked around his age, wearing a school uniform and jacket.

"Y-yeah.."Gokudera couldn't help but stutter slightly. 'He's glaring at me!! What the hell is this guys problem!'

The boy just stared at Gokudera, who instinctively felt the urge of wanting to retreat backwards, as the boys eyes bore hard into his own, but he remained firmly in place. With an annoyed huff and glare the boy turned and walked away, mumbling something that sounded like "Stupid herbivore, ill bite you to death later…"

"Hibari Kyoya." Yamamoto told Gokudera, causing him to realize he was and had been, standing next to him the entire party. Gokudera gave him a 'holy shit you've been there the whole time and I didn't even know' look followed by a 'ooohhh ok' look, recognizing Hibari's name meaning he was the 'Cloud Guardian' of their family.

Gokudera watched Hibari as he retreated from the party and choked hard on his drink when he saw Hibari, who was passing Tsuna at the time, grab Tsuna ass and give it a quick squeeze before continuing on out the front door. Hibari's face wore a smug smirk, as he was quiet happy with the blush and loud squeak he received from Tsuna, who glared after him muttering "Ahh jeez H-Hibari…" under his breath. Yamamoto just patted Gokudera's back, helping him swallow his drink properly, saying amusingly, "It is what it is."

"Do you carry that with you everywhere?" Gokudera asked suddenly, motioning to the tall skinny bag on Yamamoto's arm, which contained his Shigure Kintoki, currently in its shinai form. Gokudera had taken notice to it earlier in the hospital, when Yamamoto mentioned it once, but never asked him about it. He only became more curious when he noticed how Yamamoto wouldnt even put it down during the party.

"Yep." Yamamoto answered simply "You never know when your going to need it."

"Hn." Was all Gokudera could respond beofore he was introduced to a boy named Fuuta, who nearly gave Gokudera another panic attack when he called him 'Hayato-ni'. Thankfully his shock subsided when he heard Fuuta call Tsuna the same thing. Last of the bunch was a tall blond man, who stumbled and tripped almost constantly, named Dino. He was the tenth generation boss of the Chiavorone family from Italy, and one of Reborn's former students.

So now back to the present. Gokudera took a deep breath before turning the key, unlocking the door, to his let the door open all the way, as he gazed at his apartment, before he slowly stepping inside, until he was standing in the middle of his living room.

It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either, judging by the size he lived alone. He inhaled the smell of cigarettes and gun powder. The smell of the cigarettes seemed to calm his nerves. Where as the smell of the gun powder, sent a shiver down his spine as an image from 'that night' flashed through his head. He quickly shook the image out of his mind.

A small green couch rested in the center, where he stood, in front of a fairly large flat screen T.V, that was positioned up against the opposite wall. Dark red curtains covered a fairly large window to his right. He noticed several bookcases that lined the walls, packed with books and papers. 'He liked to read...?'Off to his left, lead into the kitchen, then a small short hall which lead to the bathroom and bedroom.

Still clutching the bag of his gifts he turned to the sound of shuffling feet, Yamamoto was still standing in the doorway outside, watching him. He suddenly felt self conscious, and bit at his thumb.

"Well are you gonna stand out there all day or are you coming in?" He asked Yamamoto, who didn't hesitate to enter, closing the door behind him. They stood there, both of them looking everywhere but each other. 'So…what now?'

"I- Ill put your things over here.." Yamamoto finally spoke, taking the bag he carried to Gokudera's small kitchen table.

"R-right..," Gokudera mumbled following in suite and setting his bag upon the table as well. He made sure to keep his medications out of Yamamoto's sight, fearing he'd see his anti-depressant. Staring around his unfamiliar apartment, Gokudera continued to wonder about the room, walking down the hall to the bathroom and bedroom.

Yamamoto didn't, no he couldn't take his eyes off Gokudera. He hadn't since they had left the hospital. Everything seemed to go much better than he had anticipated. Of coarse he had profusely refused the 'welcome back party', fearing it would be too much for Gokudera to take in, and possibly cause another panic attack. But his protests were silenced when Reborn commented 'This is Gokudera we are talking about, he'd be angry at you for thinking of him as being so weak.'

Yamamoto disagreed, Gokudera would be furious, not angry. But this wasn't the Gokudera they all knew two weeks ago. Not that they weren't the same person, they were, but right now Gokudera was, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was weak. This Gokudera, who he was watching explore his bathroom, had no clue about anything they were involved in, especially anything to do with the mafia. There was still so much more that Gokudera didn't know, including their travel and battles they participated in ten years in the future. Yamamoto left this story out on purpose, that would be way to much for Gokudera to believe in his current state. Gokudera still didint know about the Pastinaca family, the family that had ruthlessly ambushed them, and that they still lurked about their town, waiting for another chance to attack the Vongola. That worried Yamamoto the most. How would Gokudera defend his self if he was suddenly attacked by them. Yamamoto would have to make sure they would never get the chance to.

Yamamoto unconsciously followed Gokudera, leaning up against the doorway of Gokudera's bedroom, as Gokudera opened and closed his dressers doors peaking inside them before moving to the closet where he stated, his voice amused "I think I like belts." Like was an understatement, Gokudera practically gasped in disbelief as he opened the closet to find a large portion of it filled with belts.

This made Yamamoto laugh. Gokudera's stomach did a back flip as the sound of Yamamoto's laughter filled the room. He quickly peeked his head out from behind the closet door, causing his stomach to flutter more violently as he caught sight of Yamamoto, his face with a full grin upon it. Gokudera felt his face blush immediately and withdrew his head quickly before Yamamoto could see. Gokudera retreated, after making sure his face was back to its normal color of pale white, and faced Yamamoto, who had regained his self and was smiling sheepishly at Gokudera.

"Ah well its g-getting l-late I-i guess I b-better get going." Yamamoto told Gokudera, his smile disappearing.

"Oh...yeah your right." Gokudera said, feeling slightly disappointed.

There was a brief awkward silence before Yamamoto turned heading to the door, with Gokudera reluctantly following after. Gokudera was biting at his thumb while he argued back and forth in his head.

'Just ask him! You know he'll say yes.'

'Tch, that may be so, but he's already--'

'Just do it.'

'No….I'm perfectly fine! I don't need him to stay with me. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my self!'

Yamamoto stopped at the door and pulled something out of his pocket, handing it to Gokudera.

"This is your cell phone." He told him, as he set the red phone in Gokudera's hand. "All of our numbers are in there. If you need anything, anything at all, please call." Yamamoto's voice was stern and calm as he looked at Gokudera.

"O-ok I will." Gokudera told him, momentarily distracted by Yamamoto's sudden seriousness.

"Promise me, no matter how small."

Gokudera blinked " I- I promise."

Yamamoto sighed in relief, as if he had expected getting Gokudera's response to be more difficult than it actually turned out to be.

"I'll come by tomorrow." Yamamoto murmured opening the door. Gokudera didn't even realize what he did until Yamamoto was turned, facing him again with a surprised look upon his face.

"Hayato?" He asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Ah-I..." Gokudera's, his face a dark shade red, looked from his hand that was currently clasped onto the back of Yamamoto's shirt preventing him from leaving, then back to to Yamamoto's face. "I-i..don't know w-what....I-m s-sorry." He spoke, quickly withdrawing his hand. A pained expression flashed across Yamamoto's face as his heart ached once again.

"Hayato?" Yamamoto asked again softly.

'What the hell are you doing!?' Gokudera screamed at his self 'Now you look like a weird dumbass! Damn arm moving on your own!' He had to admit it, well not out loud he didn't, but in that moment as he watched Yamamoto leaving, he panicked. Every ounce of him wanted Yamamoto to stay. No that would be too selfish of him. After all Yamamoto had already given up two weeks of his life already to tale care of him, he couldn't ask him for more. He was too stubborn to admit that he didnt want to be alone, that he was afraid.

"I'm sorry......IwillcallyouifIneedanything" He answered in one breath. Gokudera shifted his gaze down at his shoes, hiding his beat red.

Surprised, Gokudera's breath hitched in his throat, as he felt Yamamoto's hand on his head. He patted it gently, then dove deeper, entwining his fingers into his hair. The feeling of the way his fingers gently moved and caressed his hair made Gokudera's eyes droop and a feeling he couldnt describe take him over.

"Ok.....have a goodnight Hayato." Yamamoto spoke in a soft almost sad tone, as he withdrew his hand from Gokudera's hair.

"Y-you too." He watched Yamamoto walk away until he was out of sight before closing and locking his door.

'W-what the hell was that..' Gokudera leaned heavily against the door using it to guide him as he slid down to the ground. His face felt hot and he was panting a little. He brought his hand in his hair, touching every spot Yamamoto's hand had touched him. 'It doesn't feel the same. Not at all.'

Yamamoto slowed his pace until he distinctly heard Gokudera's door latch closed. He sighed heavily running his hand through his own hair, as he seriously considered if he should camp out side Gokudera's house. He looked at his hand, he could still faintly feel the heat from Gokudera's head lingering on it. 'I shouldn't have done that' Yamamoto sighed again. With one last glance back at Gokudera's apartment, he began his way back to his house, walking as slow as he possibly could.


This one is a little shorter than the others. It was originally alot longer, but I couldnt find a good place to end the chapter so it ended up ending there.

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