A/N: Sorry for the long wait! (cowers behind an armchair aw sharp projectiles are hurled) But seriously, I have such a busy schedule now that school has started and I barely have time to sleep. Let alone write. I apologise sincerely for the long wait, I hope this chapter makes up for it.
As usual, hugs and kisses to those who put me on their Alert/Favourite list. However, no one reviewed Chapter 3… was it that bad? This chapter is YamaGoku, 8059 if I'm not wrong. Hypertigerchan, this is dedicated to you. 3 BTW this is my first songfic, sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: Too dumb to own.
Drabble 4
Wake Up
Was it their salvation to have discovered each other so early? Or was it just Fate teasing them with something they could not have, something out of reach?
You've been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside you're just a little baby, oh
It's okay to say you've got a weak spot You're vulnerable, you're vulnerable
You don't always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you're not
You are not a robot
You're loveable, so loveable
But you're just troubled
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
The first time Gokudera had noticed something wrong with Yamamoto had been quite a while back, really. The baseball nut always had a smile on his face but Gokudera could see something was just not right with the teen, especially after the teen broke his arm after practicing baseball for too many hours on end. Even before then, he had sensed something was wrong-he could always smell the familiar scent of cigarettes on Yamamoto, but he had simply brushed it off. However, when he had caught Yamamoto smoking lazily with his other hand in that bandage, his suspicions had been confirmed.
When the baseball nut had tried to kill himself, Gokudera had been the first to spot him. He had no idea the Rain Guardian would resort to something as crazy and drastic as to killing himself all because of the fact he could not play baseball anymore. He had run to the teen, shouting his name frantically. He had argued, reasoned and then threatened the idiot.
"Baka! If you don't get down, how is Tsuna going to survive? Or your dad? Or me?" He had cried, before grabbing the other's arm forcefully to drag him to safer ground.
Perhaps that had been the first time Gokudera realized that he actually cared more for the teen then he himself knew.
He had forced Yamamoto to see the error of his ways that day.
You've been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
You don't pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don't be so pathetic, just open up and sing
When they had lost Tsuna in the future, Gokudera had disappeared shortly after the funeral. Everyone was in a panic, wondering where the bomber had gone. Some people suggested they give Gokudera some space to heal his heart, heal his mental wounds. Others had insisted that they search for him as it was not safe. In the end, there was no common consensus and Yamamoto decided to find the bomber by himself instead.
He had found Gokudera in a dark, dingy bar, trying to drown his sorrows with endless glasses of beer. He had even been talking to some people at the bar, people that he normally would not talk to. Angered, Yamamoto called Gokudera's mobile and watched; anger rising as Gokudera lazily drew his phone from his pocket before chucking it against the wall, making it fall apart, the chime from the phone dying instantly.
"You're leaving with me, now," he had said sharply, grabbing the man's arm with a vice-like grip, a grip similar to that time when Gokudera had grabbed his arm years ago.
That night, Yamamoto had seen a vulnerable side to Gokudera, a side that left his heart aching, a sight he wished to never see again.
I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
I am not a robot
You're loveable, so loveable
But you're just troubled
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Everything seemed to be fine.
They had gone through countless trials to get to where they were now, the rightful Vongola Guardians led by the rightful Vongola heir, Tsuna. They had even defeated Byakuran, and all was safe and alright now.
Or so they had thought.
Lambo was training with I-Pin in China, Dino was in Australia discussing some issues with an allied Family there and Hibari had followed him. Chrome, Haru, Bianchi, Fuuta, Kyoko, Mukuro , Reborn and Ryohei had left to go shopping for the girls, with much reluctance on the boys' parts. The only ones left in the Vongola mansion were Tsuna, Gokudera and Yamamoto, just like the old days when things had been much simpler.
Tsuna had been doing paperwork with Gokudera assisting him while Yamamoto practiced his latest sword move in the training room when a pale, sweating and bleeding subordinate had kicked down the office door. He was one of the Vongola's subordinates. "They… they're coming," was all he said before collapsing to the ground in a dead faint.
Tsuna instantly went into Hyper Dying Will mode, frowning as three men, all from another Family, ran into the room, engaging Tsuna in a fierce battle.
"Vongola Decimo… be prepared for Vongola to be burned to ashes!" one of them snarled, a smirk on his face as he punched his ring into his Box Weapon, releasing a panther which reared its head, attacking Na-Tsu immediately.
"Gokudera, find Yamamoto and warn him of this immediately!" Tsuna yelled as he shot a flaming ounch at one of the attacker's face, causing the man to fly several feet backwards before crashing into a wall rather painfully. "B-but, Juudaime!" the Storm protested as he lowered his Flame Arrow to stare at Tsuna in horror. "Just go!"
With pain in his jade green eyes, the bomber turned on his heel and ran to the training room, praying that Tsuna would be safe. He shot four passing attackers with his arrows effortlessly, almost absently. His mind was preoccupied with one thing: find Yamamoto.
He barged his way into the large training room only to see four men cornering Yamamoto who was holding his Flame-coated weapon with his hands, getting ready to perform a Shigure Soen move. However, he could tell that the Rain user was getting rather tired, especially since he had been parctising so strenuously before they had been attacked. Without warning, one of the men sprang forward, his guns in both hands as he shot at Yamamoto.
Gokudera's reaction had been so instant that it was almost scary.
He ran and threw himself thoughtlessly in front of his best friend, shielding him with his body. All he felt was a sharp pain in his stomach, followed by a horrible, blossoming pain that seemed to set his body on fire. Another bullet lodged itself in his arm and his weapon clattered to the floor as he released the weapon to clutch at his wound, falling to the ground with a loud thud.
"Hayato!" Gokudera was in too much pain to notice that Yamamoto had actually called him by his first name.
The last thing he saw was Yamamoto rushing forward to the men, sword in hand as he swung it in a deadly arc with renewed energy, his Flames burning brighter than before before Gokudera lost himself to the dark.
It turned out that one of the Vongola men had betrayed everyone to another Family, telling them how to enter the Vongola mansion quietly and without anyone noticing. The man had been caught and had been appropriately dealt with.
All of them had been saved by Mukuro, Chrome, Bianchi and Ryohei when they had went back to the mansion early after their day out. The four had immediately eliminated the enemies and tended to everyone's wounds. Everyone had been only minimally injured.
Can you teach me how to feel real? Guess what? I'm not a robot
Can you turn my power on?
Well, let the drum beat drop
Guess what? I'm not a robot
So why wasn't Yamamoto happy?
The answer is him, he thought dully, sitting on the wooden chair, staring at the still, immobile bed lying on the hospital bed. Why won't you wake up?
The door slid open and Tsuna entered caramel eyes red with exhaustion and face pale from worry. "He hasn't woken up, has he?" he asked quietly, sliding the door shut behind him. Yamamoto merely shook his head, onyx eyes fixed on the Storm Guardian's limp figure.
"Yamamoto, I know you're worried but it's been three days. You can't stay in the hospital forever. Go home and have some rest. I'll inform you if there are any changes," Tsuna said kindly, placing a hand comfortingly on his best friend's tense shoulder. The brunet merely shook his head. "I want to be here when he wakes up."
Tsuna bit his lip. Yamamoto looked like crap. His clothes were rumpled, his hair was in a mess from his hands running through it in worry all the time, his face was pale from tiredness and dark circles ringed his black eyes. It had been three days since Gokudera had been shot. During that three days, Yamamoto had refused to leave Gokudera's side, only leaving to use the washroom or bathe. He had not even eaten much, just living on cups of coffee and energy bars.
"You go rest, Tsuna."
Knowing nothing would change Yamamoto's mind, Tsuna sighed, squeezed the man's shoulder and left sadly.
Alone in the room, Yamamoto leaned forward to stare at the bomber's face. His face was pale and he looked almost like he was in a peaceful dream, if not for all the drips attached to him in different places.
"The doctor said you were fine, but he was not sure when you would wake up, or at all," he told him quietly, using a hand to pull the blankets higher, up to Gokudera's chin. "I'm so sorry that you're going through this because of me." His hands fumbled on the covers before they smoothed the wrinkles in the material out.
"I know you can wake up. So why won't you?"
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
"Everyone misses you, even I do. There, I admitted it. Won't you wake up and tell me what an idiot I am?"
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
"If you wake up, I'll tell you a secret, I promise. Just wake up already."
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
"Hayato?"
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Yamamoto sighed, tears gathering in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a pack of cigarettes, Gokudera's favourite one, to be exact. He knew he made a promise to the man that he would neber smoke again but now…
He stuck a cigarette into his mouth, hand searching for a lighter when-
"Takeshi."
The word was uttered in a hoarse but familiar voice. Yamamoto jerked his head up sharply, almost too scared to belive his ears. Was that…?
"I belive I told you to stop smoking, you stupid baseball nut."
Yamamoto's eyes widened almost comically as he saw Gokudera glaring at him from the bed, eyelids pulled back to finally reveal those jade green eyes of his. A strange feeling came over Yamamoto at those eyes, a feeling of relief and wonder.
Without even thinking straight, Yamamoto lunged forward and threw his arms around the man, breathing in his scent, his eyes closing as tears slid down his face in gratitude and happiness.
"What the… Get off me, idiot!" Gokudera coughed weakly, wincing as pressure was applied to the wound on his stomach. Yamamoto instantly drew back, apologizing profusely.
"Throw the cigarettes away. Anyway, wasn't there something you wanted to tell me? I think I heard you tell me that you would tell me a secret if I woke up," Gokudera mused, smirking as Yamamoto reared back, obviously not expecting that.
"Um… ok, fine, I'll tell you." With that, Yamamoto leaned down and whispered two loving words into Gokudera's ear, elicing a blush from the silver-haired man.
"Takeshi, you complete idiot-"
"Admit it, you like what I said."
"Shut up."
"Can I join you on the bed?"
"NO."
…
"Did you not hear me? I said no."
"Aw, I love you too, Hayato."
Gokudera closed his eyes tiredly as Yamamoto snuggled up to him, placing a hand on his waist, careful not to nudge Gokudera's wounds.
Yamamoto buried his face in the silvernette's neck, breathing in delicately. Soon, his breathing slowed and the hand stroking at his waist stilled. The baseball nut had actually fallen asleep.
"Te amo, Takeshi," Hayato murmured softly as moonlight spilled onto the bed, illuminating them both.
A/N: The end of Drabble 4! Sorry for taking so long, minna-san, but life's been horrible busy. Anyway, did any of you remember that today (25th) is Primo's birthday? Well, guess what? It's my birthday too- I share a birthday with Giotto! When I first found out, I was in my bedroom at 3 am in the morning surfing the net on my phone. I let out a fangirl squeal of delight only to be scolded by my sis. Hehe? Anyway please drop a review! Happy Birthday to Fuuta (11th I think) and Giotto! Drabble 5 will be 1827 as per CrimsonSkyTamer's request.