Warnings: Rated M for violence, torture, rape, blood, boy x boy=Yaoi, swearing, OOC, Fluff, and lemon in later chapters! If ya don't like then please don't read.
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Pairing: Yamamoto x Gokudera 8059
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A/N: Hey guys! Okay don't hate me. I know I took forever and I'm super sorry! It took me forever to get this chapter right and I'm still not all that happy with it, but its blocking all my time for my other fics, so it will have to do. Anywho I wanna thank all of you who reviewed and added this to their story alert, I'm glad you like it so much. And lets say a big thanks to our new and awesome beta! :)
So I have received some questions and request on how to do Gokudera and Yamamoto's relationship and I just want to let you all know that I will be taking my time with it. I'm not going to be rushing any part of their relationship at all. What Gokudera experienced was very traumatizing to him and its only natural for him to feel uncomfortable when it comes to his and Yamamoto's relationship. So if anyone was hoping for the rushed PWP sorry but that's not what I'm writing. Anywho I hope you all continue to enjoy my fic.
The Days Unaccounted For
Chapter Seven: Tokyo Bound
"OW! Hey watch what you're doing baseball idiot!" Gokudera snapped, pulling away from the alcohol drenched swab.
"Haha sorry…but I have to clean you're wounds Gokudera." Yamamoto reasoned, bringing the swab closer to the wounds. The silverette realized the truth in what he was saying and leaned back towards him, letting the swab do its work, but made sure to glare at the brunette the entire time.
After several minutes and a few cuss words later, Yamamoto was bandaging up the last of Gokudera's final wounds.
"You should really have Shamal do this." Yamamoto told him. "I don't know why you were so insisted on me doing this. I'm sure he do a far better job than me."
"I wasn't insistent!" Gokudera hissed, trying to remain still. "That idiot was drunk again. I'd end up looking like a mummy if I let him do this, so just shut up and hurry up!"
"Hai hai…" Yamamoto mumbled.
"You're too reckless…" Yamamoto told him, gathering up all his supplies and looking Gokudera and his work over.
"What did you say idiot!"
"I said you're too reckless." Yamamoto kindly spoke louder for him.
"What the hell does it matter to you!" Gokudera snapped back instantly, crossing his bandaged arms and huffed. "So what if I am! I did it for the Tenth."
"And how do you think Tsuna would have felt if you hadn't come walking down that hall after that explosion huh!" Yamamoto snapped at him, raising his voice to almost a yell.
"I-I-" Gokudera was at a loss for words and stuttered and sputtered as he tried to find words to say, and because he had never really heard Yamamoto raise his voice unless he was really angry.
"Whatever…Its not like you'd listen to anything I say anyways." Yamamoto sighed, throwing his trash away and walked to the door. "Make sure you put ointment on them every other day." He added once he reached the door and opened it.
"H-hey! Where do you think you're going?" Gokudera yelled after him, not allowing the brunette to leave the room.
"What is it now Gokudera, its quite late, I've gotta get back to the old man and help him clean up." The brunette reluctantly turned back to the annoyed Italian.
"What the hell is you're problem? You've been acting all weird lately." He snapped, striding towards Yamamoto till they were face to face.
Yamamoto bit his tongue, taking a moment to think his answer over before it came out. "Its nothing Gokudera."
"Nothing my ass!" He took a fistful of Yamamoto's shirt and pulled him to him. "I can see it written all over you're face. You've got something to say, then say it!"
Gokudera was far more than shocked when he didn't receive an answer but received Yamamoto's lips crashing roughly against his. The kiss was quick, deep, and desperate. When Yamamoto pulled his self free from Gokudera's grip and his lips, he sighed and looked at him with a pained expression on his face.
"I do have something to say." He spoke calmly and even. "I love you Gokudera."
The sentence seemed to echo in and out of his head as he dazed out, shocked at all of what had just happened. When he finally grasped the situation Yamamoto was already gone and his fingers were plastered to his lips. He could still feel the way Yamamoto's felt against his, soft and warm. His face flushed and he could feel the heat coming off it.
He groaned, rolling over to his other side, attempting to untangle his feet from the sheet. When he was unsuccessful he groaned louder and rolled onto his back.
"Gokudera?" A familiar voice spoke directly above him. Immediately he opened his eyes and was graced with the worried face of Yamamoto peering down at him.
"T-takeshi…." He mumbled sleepily, wishing he could go back to sleep.
"Are you okay? Another dream?" He asked him with concern, his eyes watching him intently.
"I'm fine and yes." The Italian answered truthfully, rolling to his side, pulling the blankets to him and closing his eyes.
"Oh.."
"But not a bad one…this one was a good one." He told the brunette, knowing he was dying to ask him what his dream had been about.
"Oh." Yamamoto's voice perked up.
"Mn. About that night."
"That night?" Yamamoto arched an eyebrow at the silverette's back.
"Yeah that night…after Choice...you know."
"Ohhh…hahaha.." Yamamoto couldn't help but laugh at Gokudera's cuteness. "The night I confessed my feelings for you."
"M-mn." Gokudera felt his face flush up and was suddenly no longer sleepy. Yamamoto laughed again, laying back onto the bed.
"Gokudera I stil-"
"I want to stay." Gokudera blurted out quickly, interrupting Yamamoto. It took the brunette a second or two to process what Gokudera was saying.
"Okay Gokudera."
Twenty minutes later Gokudera was showered, clothed, and standing in front of the door to Tsuna's room. He knocked twice before Tsuna opened the door, his face flushed.
"Ah oh Gokudera!" He said smiling at the Italian and offering him inside, which Gokudera denied for two reason; One being he just wanted to get this over as quickly as possible. And Two being the death glare he received from a tousled looking and shirtless Hibari.
"N-no its okay tenth, this will only take just a second." He quickly averted his eyes from the death stare.
"Oh okay, what is it Gokudera?" He was irked with curiosity as he stared into the hard determined eyes of his right hand man.
"I've made a decision." His eyes flicked away from Tsuna's for the briefest second before returning. "I want to stay." A tense filled silence sunk between, while Tsuna absorbed what he had just heard.
"But if anyone wants to go back, I want them to. I don't want them to do anything if they don't want to."
Tsuna's eyes softened at the sight of worried creases on his right hand mans brow.
"Alright Gokudera, I understand. Whatever you want, as long as it is what you want."
"It is, Juudaime." He answered with out hesitation, flashing Tsuna a smile of reassurance along with a nod.
"Okay then, I'll call another meeting tonight and inform the others, if you don't mind." Tsuna was such a considerate person, making sure Gokudera was okay with every step of the plan. The Italian nodded and Tsuna smiled.
"Ill be going now then, Juudaime." Gokudera gave him a quick swift bow before taking his leave. He was a couple steps away when he called back to Tsuna. "Ah ,Juudaime?"
"Yes ,Gokudera?"
"Thank you."
Later that night Tsuna did as he said and called a meeting and told them Gokudera's decision. Going into the meeting room that night he felt anxious and giddy, but his nerves faded quickly when Ryohei and Squalo exclaimed how happy they were that he decided to stay, and that no one had objected in his decision. For the first night since his return he was able to sleep without his mind being plagued my horrid memories, and nightmares but he knew it wouldn't last long.
Exactly ten days later they were all standing in the Narita Airport, fifteen days before Hizuren's boat was said to arrive in one of the two ports. Over the last few days they pushed themselves into their respected training rooms and trained day and night, taking advantage of what little time they had to prepare. Gokudera locked his self in the training room his future self had designed and was more than grateful that no one came looking for him or bothered him. Because if he was going to stay, there was no way he'd allow his self to look so weak to Hizuren again.
After several meetings, going over Spanners new Gola Moska plans and dividing the Vongola Family into two groups, they packed their bags and set off.
The first group, lead by Tsuna, would be traveling to Tokyo. The group thus consisted of Gokudera, Yamamoto, Hibari, Reborn, Spanner, Lussuria, Shamal, and to Gokudera's dismay, and Tsuna's objections, Lambo. The second group, lead by Squalo, would thus go to Yokohama, consisting of Dino, Ryohei, Fran, Belpheger, Chrome, and Irie. It was a unanimous decision for the girls and Fuuta would be staying behind at the Vongola base.
Since the group was splitting into two they all received headsets to communicate within each group and both leaders received a cell phone to communicate between the two groups. Both devices were invented and made by both Irie and Spanner so they were no ordinary devices of coarse.
Tsuna with his group in tow, piled into a taxi, eager to arrive at their hotel for some much needed rest, since it was already nine at night. The entire, long trip, had been tiring and Gokudera felt as if he had no more energy left to function. It was a long hour ride to their hotel in Tokyo, in which they all ,but Hibari, fell asleep.
Gokudera had never been more relieved to be standing in their hotel lobby, while Tsuna checked them all in. They all were split up into various rooms of two, with Gokudera of course being Yamamoto's roommate. They all gathered while Tsuna handed out everyone's room key's, and then all trudged up to their designated rooms.
"I'm tired..." Gokudera mumbled more to his self as he entered his and Yamamoto's room. Said brunette followed after him nodding his head in agreement and dropped their luggage in the first empty place he could fine. The room was small, of course this was Tokyo, but it was nice. The room consisted of one large queen bed, a rather large flat screen which was mounted on the wall, a small desk and the bathroom. They had an amazing view, as they were on the twenty-eighth floor out of thirty five, and could see the Tokyo Tower shining brightly from the window.
After admiring the room and the view Yamamoto turned back to Gokudera, noticing how quiet he was, only to find him already asleep, stripped of all his clothes but his boxes, on the bed. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
He clenched his teeth tightly, so tight that it ached, bracing his self for the impact. When it came, it hurt far much more than he expected and a low groan of pain slipped past his lips before he could stop it. The two guards smiled brightly at his reaction, and he cursed his weakness.
His body barely had time to register the first strike before the cool metal bar returned, slamming hard into his back. The hit this time was much harder than the first, making his knees slide forward and to hunch forward as far as the chains, holding his arms up, would let him.
For the briefest second Gokudera regretted it, but he quickly forced the weak thought from his mind. He didn't regret it, at all. It hurt like hell, but the surprised look on the guards face when he sent his fist into his stomach was worth any beating they were going to deal out to him. He'd fight them every time if he had to. He'd keep fighting until he was free, whenever that day would be.
Gokudera gasped loudly, as he woke with a start. It took him several seconds to focus and realize that his body wasn't shaking because of the vividness of his dream, but because he was actually being shaken awake by a worried Yamamoto, who had been apparently calling out to him the entire time he had been awake.
"Okay I hear you." He snapped, more annoyed at his self for having another stupid dream, and not Yamamoto himself. "I'm fine go back to sleep." He told the flustered brunette rolling back over onto his side.
"Hayato?"
The room was still dark and according to the clock it was three thirty in the morning, but he could tell by Yamamoto's tone that he was truly concerned about him. The simple sound of how he had said Gokudera's name made his chest ache. He didn't want to to still be like this. He didn't want Yamamoto to always be worrying about him. It made him feel weak. It made him feel pathetic.
There silence between them, before Yamamoto finally laid back down next to him.
Gokudera bit his lip, feeling more guilt rise in his chest, but suddenly two warm arms snaked around his waist and held him tightly before they pulled him back, into Yamamoto's chest.
"I wish you would stop shutting me out." Yamamoto spoke quietly and somberly in Gokudera's ear, resting his face on his shoulder. The heat of his breath against his skin sent shivers down Gokudera's spine, and his muscles stiffened beneath his tight embrace. He didn't know what to say.
"I'm not shutting you out." He huffed, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably at it. Behind him Yamamoto sighed and gave him a quick tight squeeze.
"You are. I just don't understand why. You can tell me anything Hayato. I'll listen, no matter what it is. I'm you're boyfriend, that's what I'm here for." When he spoke his voice was calm and even despite the array of emotions that were swirling about him.
Gokudera was again, at a loss for words. He was more shocked at the fact that Yamamoto considered him his boyfriend than anything else. So that meant, that he felt something for him still right That had to be a good sign, the very question he had been asking him self over and over for the past weeks, Yamamoto had said so easily without hesitation.
"Boyfriend?" It came out as a question, and he couldn't stop it from sounding as such.
"Of coarse Hayato." Yamamoto answered almost immediately, his voice slightly shocked. "That's what I..." He stopped his self, his grip upon Gokudera's waist loosening as he sat up. Suddenly he flipped Gokudera over onto his back, making the silverette yelp out in surprise.
"Gokudera look at me." He demanded, placing either arm on each side of Gokudera's head and peering down at him. The Italian's features were barely visible in the darkness of the room, but he could tell that Gokudera was not looking at him at all. Yamamoto briefly considered getting up and turning the lights on, but that would mean letting go of Gokudera, and that was out of the question.
"Wh-what the hell baseball idiot, what is it?" He snapped with no annoyance what so ever in his voice, he sounded more uncertain than anything else. But he did as asked and reluctantly turned his head to look up at Yamamoto.
"Have you been thinking this entire time that I wasn't you're boyfriend?"
When no voice answered and Gokudera averted his eyes, he took it as a yes and he sighed again, dropping his head to Gokudera's chest and resting his forehead on his cool skin.
"I'm you're boyfriend, lover, friend, whatever you want me to, I am. I'm yours. I always have been and I always will be." His voice was husky as he spoke, his lips brushing against Gokudera's skin with each syllable he spoke, sending tremors through the Italian's skin.
Gokudera was frozen, caught in the moment with Yamamoto's voice echoing and repeating over and over in his head. Relief rushed over him, leaving him with the feeling of being drenched in ice cold water, but it felt good, no it felt great. He felt tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.
"Stupid...baseball idiot. Don't say such damn embarrassing things." He growled with no anger in his voice, trying to hide and ignore the warm wet tears running silently down his face.
Yamamoto chuckled and kissed Gokudera's collar bone gently.
"Then don't make me. Just remember that I'm always yours."
Gokudera scoffed followed by a sigh as Yamamoto kissed his collar bone gently, making his eyes slide close at the feeling. He kissed softly and slowly up Gokudera's neck, relishing in the familiarity of the feel of his skin. He nuzzled gently into his pale neck when he reached Gokudera's jaw line and inhaled that one and only scent.
"I've missed you." He whispered into Gokudera's ear. Beneath him the Italian shivered and turned his head, giving Yamamoto more access to his neck, which Yamamoto was all to eager to take advantage of.
"I've missed you so much." His lips slowly found Gokudera's own.
At first the kiss was deep and gentle, but it grew fiercer and desperate. Gokudera's arms wrapped around Yamamoto's neck, deepening the kiss and pressing the brunette to him tighter. The brunette ran his tongue slowly over Gokudera's slightly parted lips, practically begging for entrance, and when it was granted he couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips. Yamamoto's eyes rolled back into his head as he was finally able to taste his lover after so long. Gokudera still tasted the exact same as he remembered him, only now the taste of cigarettes on his tongue was missing, but he didn't care, he was finally kissing Gokudera, and that's all that mattered.
Their tongues rolled around each other, each fighting for dominance, which Gokudera was all to happy to give in to, while his hands slipped into Yamamoto's dark locks. When Yamamoto's hands moved from his face and roamed over his chest, he stiffened. The heat coming form the brunette's hands felt good, but the sudden touch brought a flash of memories he didn't wish to remember.
"Wai-it Takeshi-i...I-" Gokudera's arms untangled from Yamamoto's hair and moved to his chest, pushing the brunette away. "I-im not ready...for th-this." He said at an almost whisper, knowing that Yamamoto was close enough to hear him.
"I'm sorry Hayato." Yamamoto said soothingly in his ear, kissing his cheek gently, before rolling off of him, laying on the bed next to him instead.
"I'm sorry- I-"
"Its okay, don't apologize. We don't have to." Yamamoto interrupted him, his hand finding Gokudera's pale one and rubbing soothingly over his knuckles. "I love you. As long as you're with me. I'll wait as long as you need."
Gokudera felt a wave a relief rush over him. He had to admit that the moment he had rejected Yamamoto, fear rose in his chest. He was sure that the brunette was going to act frustrated or mad towards him, but he hadn't, and it felt good knowing that Yamamoto was okay with it.
"Thank you." Gokudera whispered rolling over onto his side, away from Yamamoto, who immediately moved up behind him, melding their bodies and wrapping his arms around Gokudera's waist tightly.
"I love you Hayato."
"I love you too, baseball idiot."
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