A/N : Yes I know. It was a long wait eh? Hahaaaaa. Well not really but I was busy with moving into the dorm and all. University life heating up =)) Thank you so much for the review guys! 3 Be patient with me cause my social life (and my life as a whole) is about to go craaayyyyyyzayyyy~~
This is a shorter chapter, but it serves as a bridge to the main plot. Ya know what I'm talkin' bout?! Yeaaaaa~~
Breakfast today was another lively occasion. The usual bantering, kicking and shouting of the whole family was present. It was as if nothing had ever happened at all. Ryohei was energetic as always and Kyoko was as unsuspecting as ever.
The view outside the window was clear. The tree that was once blocking the view of the sky had been taken down. All it needed was an X-Burner and five minutes. Tsuna smiled a little at the eccentricities of his family. Wild, bizarre, uncontrollable yet at the other end loyal, fun and familiar, if any one of them was even the slightest bit different from who they are now, it wouldn't be the same.
"Hm…?" Tsuna wondered out loud although it was drowned by his family's own chattering. His lips before he could stop himself, before he could realize he was asking a funny question. "Where's Satsu…ki…?" Tsuna's voice dwindled and he was thankful none of them—save for Gokudera and Yamamoto who were sitting at his sides—heard him.
"She'll be alright, she's with Reborn!" Yamamoto smiled, eating a piece of toast while Gokudera ignored the whole thing. Gokudera had his own thoughts flitting about in his head. He needed to find out about that troublesome girl.
He wouldn't have noticed his phone ringing if it didn't have the vibrate function, that's how noisy it was during breakfast, lunch or dinner. If Gokudera himself was in the mood, he might've not noticed the phone vibrating at all. He wasn't a man of excuses nor manners, so he stood without a word and left, jaw motioning up and down while chewing eggs, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
"I can't tell you about it, after all."
He swallowed and glared at the wall, imagining it was his perverted old mentor.
"I told you, the girls at the bar are waiting."
There was a pause then a groan, "Satsuki's put her trust in me not to tell anyone."
"That doesn't sound like you at all old pervert." Gokudera almost grinned at the thought of his mentor pinned and held down by one woman. It was impossible.
"If I give you the information…" The doctor cleared his throat, trying to be professional. "You would have to hand me over those girls and… you don't tell anyone. Not Satsuki. Not your sister… Not the boss." Gokudera scoffed. The hell he would tell his sister, he couldn't even look at her. As for Satsuki, he was planning on avoiding the girl anyway. But the boss… Now the boss, Tsuna, was another thing.
"You won't find out even if I tell them." The bomber replied with a slight smirk but the smug chuckle on the other end surprised him. "I will know, Hayato. Because the moment you tell someone about this… it will be a disaster. Someone will want to do something." A second to take in some breath, "That includes you. I'm warning you, once I tell you this… You can't act on your own. You have to act normal, especially in front of the girl."
Gokudera was now wondering what was it that made it so serious. He hadn't expected for the girl to hold so many secrets and be so much trouble. He scoffed and shrugged and glared again at a nearby wall. "I got it, perverted old man." He finally said, sounding a tad bit resigned and thankfully, the doctor gave in this time. "...Alright... Listen closely cause I won't repeat it again, damn kid..." Shamal had murmured the last part but Gokudera was silenced by the following words, the following story and the following pictures that flitted in his mind.
That was how the phone call became the longest one Gokudera ever had.
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Later that night Yamamoto was already quietly in bed, arms behind his head and pondering things while looking at the ceiling. So far nothing had happened and Giannini's report on the tracker bird would have to wait till late tomorrow morning. At around this time it was usually quiet. So when the swordsman heard footsteps outside his door, loud and clear and gradually fading out, he knew something was different tonight.
He sat up in his bed and grabbed his sword, pushing the button for his door to slide open and once he was out in the light of the hall. Gokudera was paces ahead. Yamamoto knew the bomber's senses were sharp and that he had heard him come out from the room but the silver haired guardian didn't turn for a look. Instead he kept going and Yamamoto followed until they reached the training room.
Training at this time was quite odd. They could do it at several intervals in the morning. Yamamoto didn't utter a word, he could be cheerful sometimes but he knew when to be sensitive. He stepped into the training arena along with Gokudera and as if a silent decision was made, they were suddenly in their fighting stances and knew what the other wanted. This was a form of stress release.
Their attacks started lightly and as minutes passed they were merely a blur in the training arena. Fast as they could move an untrained eye would never be able to follow. Explosions here, slashes there. The storm growing angrier and the rain pattering down harder. Hours later and blood was involved, Yamamoto started to notice that Gokudera was being rougher than usual. Their box weapons were activated, almost every technique used and their finishers on the ready. A flash of red and blue collided, pushed and roared with the wind each guardian trying to out win the other.
There was something pushing Gokudera. It fueled Gokudera so greatly that the red flame overpowered the blue one. Yamamoto jumped back, dug his feet and sword on the floor as he got pushed back by the force. The rubble and smoke cleared. They were only left to stand and look at the damage they had done to each other.
"Well... Nice fight. You've been practicing lately?" Yamamoto tried with a light smile, wiping away the blood and barely feeling the pain he was supposed to feel with those wounds on his legs. When Gokudera didn't answer Yamamoto decided that he was in a bad mood and shrugged, trying to lighten the mood, "Well, Satsuki does come in handy doesn't she? She'd heal my mess in a second."
The swordsman looked up at the tightened fist of his companion, the way his face contorted into anger and then back to confusion. All at once, the storm guardian turned and left without an utter, without even a whisper to what was on his mind. Yamamoto couldn't quite guess if he had said something wrong or if the man had a bad day. None the less, he'd have to take a trip to the infirmary before going to sleep tonight.