Hello readers from all over the world. Or that's what I'm thinking… Anyways, reviews are coming slow. I can understand since there isn't any. But there's a feeling going around that's making me lose interest. Before, I was excited to support this couple but… Now it feels like it's getting boring. Not much of writers are writing on fanfiction… And reviews are coming in slow. More than it's supposed to actually. I don't know if it's something that'll pass or stay, but it's not going to stop me from doing what I love: writing. Till this 'feeling' is gone, I hope to see new stories and reviews. And thanks to those that are still writing.
Previously on Missing Tsuna:
With that, the small brunet left. Yamamoto watched till he was out of sight. For some reason, he wanted to follow. But he had to stay where he is. It would cause problems if he didn't. He enters his home and closed the door. He leans his forehead against the sliding door before sighing.
"Don't worry. He said that I will see him soon." He reassured himself.
He looks at his hands as he clenches them. He can still feel Tsuna in his arms. He misses it already.
Chapter Four: Preparing For What Is To Come
The sun spread its warmth with clouds drifting off to places carelessly. The gentle breeze caresses the land happily as it travels. Yamamoto, however, ignores it all. The entire happy, jolly scene didn't register into the baseball player's thoughts. Much less his sight. What he was focused on is the tombstone resting on the grassy ground. It says, Here rest Tsunayoshi Sawada. Beloved son and friend to many. In the back of his conscious, he could hear something nagging at him.
Leave…
Run away…
It's not true… Don't believe this…
Lies…
All of it trying to cover up the truth. It was trying to comfort Yamamoto. But it wasn't. Instead, it made it worse than what he is actually feeling. Even though he was dropped into world that has Tsuna, his best friend, out of his life, he can feel it. The sorrow, guilt, and misery are there. It's all there like it's supposed to be.
Gokudera took the chance to step forward. He slowly bends down to his knees and place a bouquet of roses. He wanted to at least show respect, as he put it, while he's here. It's something he would do if someone knew about their close relationship. He steps away with a good amount of space between the tombstone and him.
"It's been a while Tenth. I'm sorry that I haven't seen you in a long time." He apologizes.
"Gokudera, uh, is it all right if I'm alone with Tsuna for a while? There's something I want to say to him."
He looks at the taller male with hesitant.
"Fine… As long it's not too long. Staying here makes me feel uneasy." He ordered.
Gokudera left as he was asked and Yamamoto revert his full attention on the tombstone. He takes a step forward. As he did, the numb feeling expand throughout his body. His hands are shaking. He tries to calm himself by inhaling a large amount of air into his lungs and exhaling. Little by little, Yamamoto felt his legs giving up. In the end, he fell. And in front of the tombstone no less.
"Tsuna…" He whispers into the wind.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what happened. It's entirely my fault… It should've been me! Not you!"
The stinging pain within his eyes begins as tears forms slowly. The sobbing and sniffling sounds escape his lips. His hand caresses the gray solid tombstone. It started from the smooth edges to the carved letters written on it. Teardrops made its watery trail downward to his chin. Does he blame me for all this? He thought regrettably. Does he hate me for all of it? Would he forgive me after? Yamamoto laughs at his last question.
It's already too late for forgiveness.
That's not true…
He's already dead. He's gone now…
Tsuna isn't the one to hold grudges.
You killed him…
It felt as if his mind was battling against him. He knows that he's not the direct cause of it. He doesn't even remember something this important ever happening. Much less, even thought about something this terrifying event happening to Tsuna!
"Tsuna, even though you might not hear me, I want to say that…" He trails off.
"I wish I knew what really happened to you. I feel so clueless about this whole thing. One day I see you happy by my side and the next I don't. Is this some sort of joke or a game? Could it be a punishment? If it is, please stop it. I can't stand living out a life without you in it. You're important to me. So please make this a dream."
He couldn't hold back. The tears couldn't stop once it started. Yamamoto clenches his fist onto the dry grass. "Please Tsuna… I beg of you." He pleads with sorrow. The wind took the opportunity to ease the pain as the sobbing continues endlessly.
On the other side of the field, a small invisible being watched. He frowns slightly before disappearing into the wind. Yamamoto soon left in order to find Gokudera.
OXO
With his thought loose on la-la land, Yamamoto had to wash the dishes. His father was out and working with the customer. Yamamoto is still bothered by the fact that Tsuna haven't come over to see him yet. Could it be that he lied? No, Tsuna wouldn't lie to one of his friends. But he was a bit jumpy when he wanted to leave. So he has to be lying! But he had to. He didn't let the boy call his home so his family is probably worried.
The baseball player scrubs the dirty dishes harder as he thinks. He was too focused that he didn't hear or see his favorite person. "Ah, Yamamoto, if you it like that it'll break!" Tsuna warns. The spoken person froze on the spot like a statue. He turns slowly with widen eyes and dropped the dishes without a care. Eventually, the dish he was holding broke into millions of pieces. His dad is going to kill him for it. But he doesn't care.
"Tsuna, you're back!" He screams in joy.
Tsuna, then, found himself in a tight embrace by his taller friend. Yamamoto also failed to dry his hands with a towel. Now, there is a large wet stain on the back of the poor brunet's back and further down. The small brunet only squirms lightly in order to remove the large wet hands on his back. He later gave up on the idea when the taller male showed no sign of letting go.
"Hey Baseball Freak! Let go of the Tenth now!" A familiar voice ordered.
Yamamoto loosens his cuddling and looks at the silver head. Of course, he's not in a happy mood. Gokudera usually doesn't like how touchy-feely Yamamoto gets with Tsuna. The baseball player apologizes cheerfully and turns to Tsuna. The same person found himself mumbling to himself and rubbing his back harshly. The other two raise a confused brow.
"Tenth, is something wrong?" Gokudera asked, worried.
"It's nothing really. My back is kind of wet now."
Gokudera glares at Yamamoto, whom is now laughing.
"Sorry about that Tsuna. I forgot to dry my hands when I saw you. I kind of did it without thinking."
Yamamoto proceeds to scratch his head with his now dry hands sheepishly. Gokudera only growls at him in response before helping out Tsuna. Seeing that Tsuna wouldn't see this happening, he didn't bring any extra clothes. Instead, Yamamoto left the area and came back with an oversize t-shirt and shorts. "Here Tsuna, this might help." Tsuna accepts it happily before removing his own.
Tsuna avert his body away from the two watchful males in embarrassment. Why couldn't he go somewhere else to change? Then again, they're both males so what's the difference? Tsuna pulls down the oversized shirt in haste. The shorts that he was given hangs dangerously low on his hips. And the shirt expose more than necessary on his shoulders. He felt as if he makes one wrong, the clothes can slip off his body without a care.
He looks at his friends with a blush. If he's right, Gokudera looks like he's ready to have a nosebleed. Yamamoto just stood with his eyes completely widen.
"Ah, this kind of feels uncomfortable. Can you guys not stare at me like that?"
They both nod in response. Yamamoto asked his father if they could go to his room to hang out for a bit. Tsuyoshi nods cheerfully before getting back to work. Gokudera took the lead with Tsuna following not too far behind. Yamamoto watches Tsuna walk up the stairs. Unconsciously, he gaze on the brunet took a lower turn. Tsuna's legs were completely exposed in every angle. If it wasn't for the short, Tsuna would… The baseball player blush harshly as he thought runs wild about his best friend.
What am I thinking? Yamamoto thought to himself as he turns away.
This isn't something you would think of your friend. Especially, in this case.
OXO
Well, that's about it for today. There not much to say in this. Um, I hope for more 8027 fanfic in the later future and… I don't really know where I'm going with this. But all I can say is reading the same thing over and over again can get tiring and boring. I just hope there would be more new or updated stories. So please review and the next one will come your way if I start now. Bye bye…
