A/N: Hey guys! I just want to thank you guys alot for the reviews and story alerts. So keep them coming though I do like reviews more XD

Anyway, starting from now on, at the beginning of the chapters I'll be putting lyrics to songs that fit the chapter. Not just beat wise but more lyrically wise. So hopefully this won't damper what you think of the story. It's not a song fic but for certain chapters I listen to a song on repeat that'll fit it. Please tell me what you think of this in reviews.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: IT'S ALL LIES! I OWN NOTHING! If i did though....*evil laughter* X3

"Show me how to lie; you're getting better all the time.

Turning all against the one, Is an art that's hard to teach.

Another clever word, Sets off an unsuspecting herd,

And as you step back in line, a mob jumps to their feet.

NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE

Man he never had a chance.

And no one even knew it was really only you."

You're Gonna Go Far Kid- Offspring

Yamamoto could hardly believe his ears. Suffice it to say, it was a shock. Gokudera's cigarette had long dropped on the ground with a tiny fizzle when everything seemed to explode at once. Well, not literally although Gokudera's hands were instinct trying to reach for his dynamite.

"NO WAY! BOSS, YOU CAN'T ALLOW THIS! VOIII!" Squalo shouted.

"I HAVE TO AGREE!" Gokudera tried to calm down after the Ninth looked at them both with a stern face. "I…what I mean to say is that we…we…we're not…"

"We're not specially trained for the Varia, sir." Yamamoto interrupted when he saw how the silver haired smoke addict was having trouble thinking of an excuse. "It is great training and all; however we simply aren't up to par with the Varia's level of expertise. We don't have what it takes, yet at least."

The Ninth's eyebrow raised and he looked towards Squalo. The longhaired swordsman shrugged with a smug look and nodded. He was silently agreeing, afraid to voice it out loud least another argument with the bomb brat breaks out and he gets in trouble for killing the Tenth's Guardian of Storm.

Silence reigned for the short time the Ninth spoke. They wet their lips and shuffled their feet. Except Yamamoto at least. He was calm and hoped they could train. Perhaps, with Squalo he'd be able to do one final thing before…

"Sorry, I'm afraid Reborn suggestion meets my approval. For the next three month's you will be part of the Varia temporarily." The old man said with a smile evident in his eyes. "Squalo you are in charge of them. Come to me if you need any help. Any of you may approach me in my office.'

With that he walked away and Squalo turned to the two. He glared and Gokudera scowled. After all the only one who bossed him around was his beloved Boss, Jyuudaime, the Tenth Vongola! Oh, and Reborn of course.

"Alright follow me and we'll set you up. Since I know about the training, you two have to share a room. Lunch begins at 12:30 and dinner is at 7:00. Get yourselves ready and decent. I'll be by later to give you the Varia uniforms. Other then that, feel free to look around the mansion. Any questions?" Squalo asked biting back the need to throw a fit. He walked them to a room, which unbeknownst to them was between Squalo's room and the new cloud guardian.

Yamamoto thought of the future they had been sent to 6 years before. There was no longer the need for that new mist guardian they had to replace Mammon since Mammon didn't die. He shook his head and Gokudera scoffed. Squalo walked away and they entered their room.

"This is…nice." He commented; glad to see the maids had brought their stuff in. He went to a bed where his baseball bat case that held the sword laid. It held both swords actually. He had the Shigure Kintoki and the baseball bat that could transform into a katana with him.

"I suppose." Hayato muttered.

He sighed and fell on the bed in annoyance. He decided right there and then. With a pout he put the pillow over his head. If Hayato wanted to not even bother to get along and be a little prick instead, so be it. So then why, he wondered, did it hurt to see the shorter man hurt so much?

He shifted his face so that he could watch the silver haired man walking around the room, putting his stuff away. A small smile appeared on his face at how the other man looked like.

Hayato had his hair tied back up in a pony tail, wore his glasses and had taken off his suit jacket and tie. The white button up shirt was a bit messed up and unbuttoned on the bottom. He put up his suit jacket and started taking off his suit pants.

Takeshi's eyes widened and he felt a furious blush come on his face. He turned his head back and took a deep breath, exhaling into a pillow. He felt his pants tighten and he gulped loudly.

"What's wrong?" A familiar voice asked.

"Neh? Oh nothing just tired I suppose." He lied and got up quickly. He ran into their bathroom and locked the door. The image of Gokudera stayed in his mind. He took a deep breath and took off all his clothes. Jumping in the shower he was grateful it was cold. It was going to be a long time before he could try to contain himself.

Suddenly his eyes widened. His mouth open and a hitch of breath got in his throat. He licked his lips slowly and started hyperventilating. There was just no way right? He couldn't possibly….

He quickly tried to think of Haru and Chrome naked. Nothing. No reaction at all. He didn't feel any attraction to them. He tried to think of Tsuna naked, he'd seen him enough in boxers to really imagine close enough. Still no reaction. It was the same for anyone else. Except for Gokudera.

He moaned a bit and let out a shocked cry.

"YAMAMOTO?! Is something wrong? What happened?" Came Gokudera's voice as he knocked on the door.

"Ah! OH NOTHING! It's ok, Hayato. Cold water, th-that's all." He yelled at the door, afraid that Gokudera would blow the Varia's house up already. "It shocked me. The handles are different then in Japan."

"Oh, ok." Hayato walked away.

"What am I going to do?" He whispered quietly in shock.

Later on at dinner that night…

That night was a banquet and festivities all around. The Varia had only one member who would be up for a party and of course he was there twirling around like the good host he was. Lussuria was around like a giddy girl, offering food to guests and Vongola Family members. Yamamoto tried to stray out of the crowd and look for that familiar streak of silver hair. His eyes shifted quickly when he pushed people to go towards that shine of silver hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and reached out gripping the shoulder.

"Yo, kid, what's wrong?" Squalo said with surprise in his voice.

Wrong silverette.

"Ah, Squalo. Nothing, my eyes were just playing tricks on me." He smiled praying to himself he was playing it off. Then again Squalo was unnaturally wary and aware of everything.

"Those eyes of yours have been getting you in trouble." Squalo said seriously. He looked around and then grabbed Yamamoto by his collar, dragging him out of the dining hall and into one of the hallways with a staircase. He let go and crossed his arms. "I've watched you today."

"Squalo," He interrupted putting his hand up. "My eyes and where they gaze happens to be none of your business."

"Actually, now that I am in charge of the Varia and guess who joined today, I have to care about every single one of my men." He raised an eyebrow. "What I meant by that was that was that the way they weren't gazing."

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed, a bead of sweat went down his face slowly.

"Squalo…" He wet his lips. "That…even if you think you know at all, you don't know. I'll explain it to you sometime later."

"I hate to think of losing my rival like that." Squalo whistled and looked away. They were both silent, not looking at each other and Yamamoto had his head bowed down slightly.

It was an awkward moment for them. The two rivals yet student and teacher had a complex relationship with each other. They fought one another often and also trained against each other two. Neither one of them losing or winning in their little scuffles. However there was always a boundary line that kept them apart, never knowing what it was they both accepted it. At that moment, the line was shattered and someone else knew his secret. Not the complete secret but for the most part the important one.

Squalo stepped forward nervously. Silly to be nervous but it was the only way he would describe it. He held out his hand and soon held Yamamoto in a hug. Yamamoto tensed but relaxed into it. Soon enough the two men let go of each other.

"What are you going to do about it?" The silverette asked slowly.

"What can I do? I can't tell anyone. At least…not until Tsuna is officially the Tenth I can't." He sighed.

"You can't live on like that. I could see it's happening quickly and with missions in the Varia…" He didn't finish. "I can't let you go like that to them, knowing it's less than a 100% chance survival rate."

"But if you don't the others will find out, Squalo! I can't let that happen. I promise…I can't completely promise but I won't let it interfere the best I can."

Squalo looked at him with a steely cold gaze. Yamamoto cringed and he could feel his body turn cold. He couldn't look away so he tried pleading with his eyes desperately. Unfortunately, Varia held no pity, any of them.

"Kid…" He started. "You should know better. Of all people, you should know better. This kind of thing…it's a major disability, ESPECIALLY with swords. Sure you can sense things but it always comes back to needing those specific things."

"I know. What will you do with me then…" He asked softly feeling his heart being tugged.

"Try not to put you in too many dangerous…" He stopped midway when alarms sounded throughout the house. "VOII! Is it that time already! SHIT!"

"Squalo? What's wrong, what's going on?" He asked a bit nervously since in a way Squalo looked like he was panicking.

"Someone's attacking the mansion!" Gokudera growled/yelled as he ran toward Yamamoto. "Bas-Takeshi! Get your sword and hurry up!"

Squalo patted his shoulder and hurried away. Yamamoto looked conflicted. He had to fight now that they were Varia. Gokudera reached him and grabbed his hand. The immediate response from the swordsman was his face turning red. Gokudera tried pulling him but he got into a daze.

"TAKESHI! MOVE IT ALREA—" Suddenly Gokudera gasped and they both got pushed a wall.

The wall hit his head enough to bring him out of the daze for a moment. He fought against unconsciousness in a vain attempt. Hayato was out cold. He held the silverette to his chest. Dust was everywhere and he could hear screams. He didn't want to come this far only to be stopped by not having his sword on him. He cursed and thought of a plan to go upstairs to reach the Shigure Kintoki.

He patted down Gokudera quickly as he heard someone approaching. He found what he needed. A smirk came on his face and he could suddenly see why Hayato was a bit of a pyro. Some bulked up man in a tuxedo came into the clear with a pistol. He glared at the guardians, about to pull the trigger.

Yamamoto mumbled something.

"What?"

"I said…" He looked up. He wished he could have seen the look on the man's face. His eyesight disappeared, whether for good or temporary, he didn't know. The only thing that left his lips was, "BOOM!"

An explosion knocked away the man and Yamamoto found a crevice where he hid himself, clutching tightly to Gokudera's crumpled, bleeding, and unconscious form to his own chest. It was black all around him but there he stayed until the battle was over.

Squalo found him moments after it was done, softly petting the pyro, and muttering soft words as if to soothe a baby.

"Squalo? Is that…" He spoke, sensing the other Varia member.

"Yes."

"….I need help." He broke down in tears clutching the other warm body into his own.