"Hm, expected." Reborn chuckled lightly, his hat swayed slightly to the right side of his head, the left exposing pointed hair.

"What was expected?" Tsuna asked, ready for another weird thing to come by him.

"Nothing you won't find out later." He exhaled, "Get back to work."

Tapping the keys noiselessly, but producing a great sound, Gokudera fiddled on the piano. He knew there were people still at the school, but fuck, if he was caught he didn't care. The sound aired through the halls from the grand piano in the unorganized music room, catching the attention of a few careless people, many students, and those who would have thought it funny, perhaps ironic, for a person of his stature to be playing so gracefully on the piano. It wasn't very abstract either, he hadn't taken any of Bianchi's cookies.

It also caught the attention, via many others pointing out the noise from the halls, of a certain Baseball-freak, who was drawn, stupidly, to venture to the source.

Peaceful was what it felt like to play the piano again. He didn't play it often anymore. 'Maybe even,' he thought, 'this would help as a precision tool for training, so I can be the ultimate right hand man.' Even in his state, he wouldn't forget his most important position and person.

"Woah..."

...abruptly stopping his hands, Gokudera froze in his place. His shoulders were pinched in, defensively, and his heart was beating fast. It hurt. He wasn't ready to face him. He wasn't ready at all.

"You really are great, Gokudera." Yamamoto laughed, hands in his pockets.

"Whu...what would you know, baseball-idiot.." He spoke, hardly loud enough to have him hear.

Yamamoto frowned. "Uh... if it helps at all..."

"I'm sure it wouldn't." again, just above a whisper.

"I wish we could go back to normal. I...uh... miss you."

Pang -- his heart started beating faster, nervous.

"Tsuna misses you too... it's sad without you there."

The Tenth... of course, he needed Gokudera. But he had Yamamoto, so why would he...

"If we could go back to normal, I'll just ignore my feelings for you and we'll be alright, right?"

What?

"We'd be ALRIGHT?" Gokudera stood up, shouting. "You can't say that after what you did to me-- goddammit, you can't do that, we can't go back to normal, even if Tenth needed us to, I don't know that I can... if it's for the tenth's sake...maybe--"

Yamamoto's semi-smiling face turned to a stone cold one again. "Tenth, Tenth..." he spoke. "It's not fair, he's all you talk about. Complaining about me feels better than not saying anything to me at all, just... I don't want you to ignore me. Are you in love with Tsuna?"

"Bwa--what?! No!! What are you talking about, I'm not anything like that--!" Gokudera spoke, not realizing that it sounded like he was just convincing Yamamoto that he was the only one for him. Course, to most of us, it wouldn't sound like it, but Yamamoto's brain works in weird ways, as well does Gokudera's.

"That's good, because--"

Pang, Gokudera grew more nervous.

"I'm in love with you."

a/n: THE CHEESY-NESS WILL KILL YOU, seriously. D: I felt like I should finish the story today, since I've been reading Reborn the past few days. So next chapter's the final. Enjoy!

Also, I found out that the lines aren't tabbed, which annoys the fuck out of me, but I'm too damn lazy to edit it, so deal. (apparently the tabs don't go from the document to the Fanfic account. Pisses me off. just like names with three syllables.)