Unrequited Love Part 7

A/N: i am awesome. here it lay! next chapter is last before epilogue! mush! mushy! read on

Yamamoto's POV

It's been three days since Gokudera saw his sister. After I heard their conversation, and Gokudera's answer, I ran like hell. I just bolted for home. I think I was crying but I don't remember much. I do, however, remember having a horrible nightmare that night. I don't remember what it was, but my dad told me I was crying and screaming. That he couldn't wake me up, and all he could do was sit next to my bed and wait for me to overcome it.

The past two days I stayed at home. I felt guilty about missing school and baseball, but I couldn't shake the horrible feeling in my stomach. Today, I'm going to school though. I'd feel too guilty to miss anymore. My old man's still worried, but I need to go.

If I really think about it, I think my nightmare was about Mom. She died when I was young, so it's always kinda been me and my old man. I can't even remember what she looked like. I think Gokudera's lucky. He's lucky to have a chance to see his mom again. I'd kill to have that kind of chance. And it's not like he has anything to hold him here…

In the midst of my thinking I arrived at school. Monotonously I strode into my classroom and sat down. The minute I did so, a million scenarios flashed though my mind. Almost all of them included Gokudera.

I suddenly felt sick again, but before I could move, there he was. He just walked into the classroom as bold as bronze. My heart dropped into my stomach, and started having an epileptic seizure. He sat down nonchalantly, and before I had the chance to move, a group of people crowded around me.

They had noticed my absence and were worried. I had to explain that I caught a sort of flu. I was flooded with questions. They proved to be a good distraction, but they still didn't quite get my mind off my palpating heart. I glanced at Gokudera and saw him with his nose buried in a book. The book was upside down.

Class started a minute later and I tried to place all my attention on the lesson. It was really hard.

A thousand years later, classes finally ended. Some players from my team told me it was time for afternoon practice. I consented to let them drag me along. I ran laps, and hit balls in a rather lack luster fashion. I couldn't put my heart into it. It came to be my turn to pitch, and, pulling myself together, I threw three straight curveballs. The rest of my throws were somewhat sloppy, so I got extra laps.

After I finished those I was allowed to go home. I merely nodded and packed up to leave. I overheard some of the guys talking about Gokudera's transfer.

"I heard that Gokudera punk is finally leaving."

"Yeah, good riddance."

"We don't need the likes of him."

"He had the worst temper didn't he?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

I heard that damned laugh echoing inside of my head over and over. They just kept laughing at him! Laughing and laughing and laughing!

Finally, I had had enough. I ran from the locker room with my things in my hands. I ran to the gate and stopped for a moment. I saw Gokudera passing by and without thinking called to him.

He turned for a second before a pained, fearful expression came over his face. He turned again and ran from me. I almost went after him, but I stopped myself.

Leaving must already be hard enough for him, I thought. He doesn't need me making it worse. I need to leave him alone.

I bet he has a lot of packing to do…

I pulled myself together and, grabbing my stuff, headed for home. My mind was full of laughter, and Gokudera. It became nearly unbearable, and by the time I got home it had reached a breaking point.

I ran up to my room ignoring my dad's calls. Collapsing onto my bed I fell apart. I almost cried but I held it in. sobs racked y body but I wouldn't let a tear fall. It hurt so much! It just hurt, and hurt and hurt and hurt!

"It hurts so much," I sobbed silently.

(A/N: true fact: it hurts. It really does. Holding back emotions like that…it hurts so much. So so much. It's one of the most painful things to put yourself through. Physically and mentally. It's just… just horrible. Anyway, I'll let you read on. Sorry)

Then I was angry at myself. Why am I so damned depressed! I mentally screamed. A student is transferring! So the hell what!

But… he… he was the reason I went to school…

So? Find another reason. A better one. Like your LIFE.

I think I love him…

You love him? Are you serious? You barely knew him!

I'll prove it. I love him.

Didn't you already try that? At the music store?

Ignored. What about what he said…? That day at my house. What did he say?

With a new purpose I moved to my computer. Cursing the sloth speed at which it moved, I went to a translator site. The words were burned into my head so it the hard part was finding what language it was.

I thought and searched, but came up empty. Then I remembered, when Gokudera had transferred, they said he was from Italy. And his sister mentioned Italy too.

That must be it…!

It took a few seconds for the computer to translate the words. When I had them in front of my face, they brought tears to my eyes.

Was that what he thought…?

I let the tears roll down my cheeks. They kept falling as I read the words over and over again.

'Leave me alone'

'I can't take much more'

'Stop playing with my feelings'

'Please'

'Leave me alone'

The words played over and over in my head. A rush of emotions flooded my heart. I couldn't tell what they all were.

But I knew now. I absolutely had to leave Gokudera alone. I wouldn't let my feelings oppress him.

I stuck to that statement. Until that day.

Unrequited Love Part 7

A/N: didnt see this comin' didya? hahahaha!

Gokudera's POV

It's been five days since Sis came to the music store. She hasn't come to see me since then, but I've seen her around town. Though it is also true that I've been avoiding her like the plague.

Her and one other.

But I refuse to think about him. I refuse to. Even if he's in my dreams; begging me not to go.

I have to go. I can't let my mom die alone.

I won't have to think about him. I wont have to see him. I'll ignore and avoid him. Simple as that.

It became harder and harder to do as the days went on. I could tell Yamamoto was losing sleep, and I was too.

I still kept my word. Until that day.

When it all came flooding out of us.

and... short. next chapter is last! (then epilogue) ((remember. there may be a quiz later)) next chapter is da big one! R&R!