Yamamoto looks down at his watch. There are only 5 more minutes till the show starts. A sinister smirk lines his features. He has a surprise for Gokudera coming up in the show, and he hopes it is as great as he imagined.
Yamamoto looks over at Gokudera. He is reading the synopsis of each performance and what attributes each of them have. His eyebrows scrunch up in concentration.
Yamamoto becomes increasing troubled. Usually Gokudera is a fast reader; his eyes dart across the page like little fireflies, so quick it's hard to keep up, but becoming increasingly brighter with each passing phrase. Yamamoto is memorized by Gokudera's eyes; they are always so expressive and dangerous like the dynamite he usually has. Yamamoto loves the thrill of them and Gokudera in general.
This time, however, the eyes lack the usual fire. Gokudera stares blankly at the page, eyes unmoving. Every once in a while Gokudera will snap out of his little world and continue reading the page, until of course the inevitable happens once again.
Yamamoto knows he needs to be cautious with the question he asks. He is standing in a minefield in the heat of battle; one wrong move could result in his total annihilation.
So of course Yamamoto goes with his gut.
Yamamoto slings his arm around Gokudera and flashes him his best toothy grin. "Gokudera! Is what you're reading any interesting?"
Gokudera bristles under his touch and pushes himself away from Yamamoto. "If you want to know so badly, then why don't you read it yourself, that is if you have enough brain cells to comprehend this sentence."
Ouch. Yamamoto laughs and cocks his head. "Well I would rather my cute little husband read it to me since I don't have enough brain cells to do it myself."
Gokudera gives a heartbreaking grunt. "Or your cute little Aurora."
"Hey, look at me." Yamamoto takes his hands and turns Gokudera's head toward him. This time Yamamoto lets himself get enamored by Gokudera and flashes him a real smile. "She may be cute, but she's nothing compared to you. You are the storm guardian for crying out loud; you are enchanting, rare, and deadly, full of excitement and loyalty, and have the intelligence and creativity of 1,000 men. There is no question that I want you to read me that synopsis."
This earns a rush of red running up Gokudera's features and a bark of attitude. "Of course! Juudaime deserves the best after all!"
Yamamoto breathes a sigh of relief just as the lights dim. Gokudera reaches over and grabs Yamamoto's hand, sending shivers up his spine.
"You know," Yamamoto grins seductively. "I deserve the best of Gokudera too."
Gokudera punches Yamamoto. Totally didn't see that coming. "Shut the fuck up! We are in public! We also are representing the pride of Vongola and…"
As Gokudera rants about their public image, Yamamoto feels himself relax at the sound of Gokudera's voice. He wouldn't want to spend this day with anyone else besides him.
