Warnings

: Rated M for violence, blood, boyxboy=Yaoi, swearing, OOC, Fluff, and lemon in later chapters! If ya don't like then please don't read.

Disclaimer: Gah don't I wish *pouts*

Pairing: YamamotoxGokudera 8059

A/N: Ok, ok sorry it took me a bit to get this out. Ive had about 4 other separate stories floating around my head and they were blocking my writing ability for this story so I had to get them written down and out of the way! Jeez lol anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I feel a lemon coming up…perhaps next chapter? *-* Oh this chapter contains Super super OCC Gokudera btw!

'…'= Thoughts

"…"= Speech

'blah blah'= Dreams/Flashbacks


Walking After You

Chapter Eight: A Change of Roles

Black.

"Uh…Where am I?'

I squinted my eyes into the darkness, nothing, just a vase blackness. I waved my hand ecstatically in front of me, fear rising in me. I couldn't even see my own hand.

'What the hell is going on? Where was I?'

I opened his mouth to call out, but nothing came out.

'What--'I tried again, my mouth gaping opening and closing, my voice still stubbornly not coming out. My blood began pumping through my veins faster as I started to panic. I inhaled deeply, only to fall to my knees, gripping my throat, realizing I wasn't breathing any air in.

'The hell--'

I gasped trying to inhale and exhale, but nothing flowed into my lungs. It was as if there was no oxygen where ever I was. My fingers grasped at my throat, which burned painfully, sweat rolling down my face. This feeling, it felt so familiar.

All I could see was the darkness that engulfed me, but I felt like my vision was blurring. I was starting to see darkness that was darker than my surroundings. I tottered on my knees, swaying back and forth as my mind went cloudy, tears spilling from my eyes.

'Why? Why, was this happening to me? I don't understand.'

I numbly felt my body fall sideways and onto the cold surface of what I assumed to be the ground, and everything went white.


"Che stupid bastard what the hell do you think your doing?" I snapped, failing horribly to fill my voice with irritation.

Takeshi laughed, his grin turning into a wide smirk.

"Nothing." He spoke coyly in my ear nipping playfully at my ear lobe. I bit my lip as I allowed a subtle moan escape my lips.

And just like that I had already lost the battle, just like always.

My eyebrow twitched.

"Fucking pervert." I growled into Takeshi's own ear, as I struggled to release my arms from his grip, as he pinned me to the bed, his hips gently straddling me.

Takeshi chuckled quietly ignoring me, and kissed my neck softly. He continued down my neck, leaving kisses and nips in his wake, sucking gently on the 'sweet spot' just above my collar bone, and once again was rewarded with a soft moan from me.

'Damn him! It was always like this. I was the one who always got swept away by this stupid baseball freak.'

My eyes rolled into my head, my hands sliding through his soft hair, as his lips gently caressed my erect nipple.

'When the hell did my shirt get taken off?'

"Still want me to get off?" Takeshi asked his teeth grazing against my sensitive skin as he spoke. His hot husky breath sent shivers down my spine and straight to my groin.

Bastard. He always got his way. Its not like it mattered though. I too, always got my way in the end as well.

"Tch. Shut up bastard." I snarled, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into me, crashing our lips together roughly. He groaned into my mouth as his lips curved into a smirk.


"Juudaime!" I shouted, my voice filled with concern, rage filling my body as I sprinted into the smoke, Takeshi right behind me.

"Tsuna!"

"O-over he-ere.."Tsuna coughed.

"Juudaime!" I spun to Tsuna's direction, but was distracted by a guttery "uugh" from behind me. I spun to look behind me and saw Takeshi pinned to the pavement, his Shigure Kintoki the only thing stopping his blue eyed attacker's katana from slicing his own throat.

"Takeshi!" I ran forward to help him, but was forced to stop as a small colored ball rolled to my feet. Recognizing what it was immediately, I jumped out of the way, thankfully only receiving a few cuts and a whole lot of dust in my eyes when it exploded.

"Hayato!" I could hear Takeshi yelling, his voice high. I went to yell to him, my voice catching on the smoke and dust I inhaled causing me to cough numerously. I cursed under my breath as the smoke cleared revealing, Takeshi in mid-fight with the blue eyed boy, his eyes briefly met mine, relief filling them.

The bright yellow orange flame from the corner of my eye revealed the Juudaime hovering a few feet from the ground, dodging some kind of flame energy ball that was hurled at him.

"Spacing out?" An oddly familiar voice brought me back to my situation, I flinched as I felt this persons sickly hot breath on my neck.

Unintentionally, I shivered, before spinning around and backing away, my double-bombs attack ready in my fingers. I ran each wick through my dying cigarette before throwing them in the direction of the voice, catching a glimpse of bright red before they exploded. I cursed again seeing someone dart out of the smoke of my attack. I gasped at the unharmed man as he leered at me, dusting off his dark purple shirt.

"V-vix?" I smile only widened, I took that as a yes.

Nonchalantly he launched his self at me. I tensed slightly as he threw a punch at me, I ducked and dodged it, sending my left fist into his groaned and dug his feet into the ground, refusing to be knocked off his feet.

'Just a few more seconds'.

I skittered backwards, trying to draw some distance between us. Nix growled. I smirked at him as three of the bombs I dropped went off. I heard him incoherently yell as he leaped from the blast and charged at me, his face full of rage, his right arm dripping with a heavy amount of blood.

'Che, barely nicked him.'

I slid to the left avoiding the small object he threw at me. The object hit the pavement behind me exploding instantly. My eyes widened slightly.

'What a pain in the ass. Those things would hurt like hell if I let my self get hit by one of them.'

Vix cursed again, obvious frustration written all over his face.

I blinked in surprise as a figure flew between us, slamming into the pavement hard."Takeshi!" I gasped as he struggled to get up, his lip bleeding fiercely. He responded to me with a grunt, before pulling his self fully up.

Vix took advantage of my sudden distraction and plowed his fist into my stomach, causing me to gag and gasp out painfully. He chuckled and added more force to his punch sending me skidding backwards. I stumbled forward onto my knees trying to catch my breath.

I heard Takeshi voice, and looked to him, as he watched me gasping for air. His eyes were wide and his lips curled in anger as Vix stalked towards me. I saw Takeshi's feet move towards me, but he didn't get far before he was forced to spin around, his sword blocking a hard blow from his opponent.

I was still distracted, watching Takeshi's every move, my stomach lurching uncomfortably, I could tell he was starting to slow down slightly.

I didn't even know Vix was standing behind me. I yelled out in pain as he pulled my right arm behind me jerking it fiercely. I felt everything as it was pulled back and snapped loudly, the pain coursed through my entire body. I cussed over and over in both Japanese and Italian, spitting upon the pavement as I leaned forward, practically kissing it. 'God it hurts so fucking bad.'

My broken arm still gripped firmly in Vix's grip, he quickly pulled me up to my feet and spun me, throwing me. I could only gasp as I hit pavement hard, blood filling my mouth as I bit my tongue. I coughed, choking on the blood. I looked up and was surprised to see Nix wasn't there. No one was. Where was Takeshi and the Juudaime. Just how far had I been thrown. We had traveled from the battle zone, and had become separated from the others. I could faintly hear the sounds of the them fighting not to far away.

I glanced around, noticing I was by a rundown building near Kokuyo Land. I spit out my crumpled cigarette and grimed, pain shooting through my arm as I stood up, my left hand gripped it tightly. Deciding it would be better to take refuge in the building, I quickly and quietly entered it, leaving bombs in my wake. I was surprised as the ground erupted with an explosion just inches in front of me, as I almost reached its center. I cringed and scrambled backwards, some of the debris cutting my face and arms. I squinted my eyes in the dark trying to locate Vix.

'Where the hell was he?'

I heard it soaring through the air before it hit and quickly removed my self from its path easily.

I cursed at my self, at my sheer stupidity. I fell for it so easily. I realized I was standing in the center of the room. A dead on target.

"Shit-" was all I got out as it hit me, pain ripping through my side, sending me stumbling sideways to the ground, yelling out and cussing in pain. The fire flickered in my eyes, burning my skin, my clothes. My broken arm dangled limply blood flowing relentlessly from it. I coughed as blood began to fill my lungs, barely catching my breath as another one hit me. It hit me in the same spot, though this time claiming more of my back. I fell painfully on my face, my broken arm crumbling beneath me pathetically, as I attempted to use it to break my fall. My remaining arm, struggled and shook violently as I tried to hold my self up with it. I gagged at the heavy smell of my blood that invaded my nostrils. My body was beginning to go numb as I tried to pull my self together, my head spinning rapidly, aiding my stomach in lurching more violently. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to focus my blurring vision, but to no avail.

My arm gave out and I hit the ground weakly with a small grunt escaping my eyes spun as they focused at a pair of shoes directly in front of me, I followed up them, greeted with bright red.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I'd say this makes us even. Don't cha think?" Nix chuckled darkly as he pulled out another mini bomb. My eyes slid in and out of focus as I watched it fall from his hands before he disappeared from sight. At this point I could think of one thing and one thing only: "Takeshi" before pain sneered through me and I knew no more.

Gokudera's eyes snapped open as he shot up quickly panting and sweating heavily. His dazed eyes searched the room franticly, it was empty. His body was trembling violently from his dream. He ran two shaky hands through his silver hair.

'A dream? It felt so real. That building..that red head…no, that was no dream. That was a memory. But….that first one?' His pale clammy face turned to blush as he recalled it. 'There was no mistake that was Yamamoto, and that that was him. That was him and Yamamoto. What the hell?' He shook his head lightly 'No no it wasn't, it couldn't be…But that might explain…..So we we're more than just friends..? No..Im imagining things..right?'

"Oh Gokudera your awake!' Tsuna's voice rang out nervously. "Are you okay?" He asked hurriedly seeing Gokudera clutching his hair tightly.

Gokudera dropped his hands and looked to Tsuna who was tottering nervously in the doorway.

"Im fine. Whe-ere am I?" Gokudera asked, his voice came out raspy and dry. Pain shot across his face as he spoke, particularly to his nose. He brought a shaky hand to it, it was covered in a large bandage, he could also feel some running along his forehead.

"Dr. Shamal's house." Tsuna replied entering the room slowly, his hands twitching and fidgeting in front of him. "How do you feel?" Tsuna in the back of his mind, feared the answer he would receive. He feared that Gokudera's minor head injury had caused further problems. Though he felt relieved that Gokudera hadn't asked him who he was yet. That must be a good sign so far, right?

"Oh.." He briefly remembered meeting the man before at his welcome back party, and the serious beating he had received from Bianchi. "Uh fine I guess a little sore..ah Yamamoto? Ah the red head and Yamamoto!" He realized mid sentence. How could he forget! The last thing he remembered was Yamamoto's back slamming painfully into his face, well I guess that explained his nose.

"Ah well.." Tsuna's eyes avoided looking into Gokudera's directly. Gokudera's stomach dropped. "Well h-hes f-fine m-more or less…" He mumbled.

"W-what? What do you mean?" Gokudera asked his voice strangled in his throat, fear coursing through him.

"H-he uh..He got hurt kinda bad..you know.." Tsuna continued to mumble fidgeting on his feet with every word he spoke, driving Gokudera crazy.

"H-how bad..?" He stuttered.

"Why don't you just see for your self?" Reborn's voice echoed in the room.

Gokudera nodded, and slowly got to his feet, his head spun but he ignored it forcing his self to move forward. He exited the room with both the eyes of Tsuna and Reborn watching him closely and carefully. Once in the hall he found Shamal, who greeted him with a 'You owe me, I don't treat men ya know,' comment before telling him about his injuries.

Thankfully he wasn't all that injured, just a mild concussion, a very sore throat, a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises. The worst he had to admit was his broken nose, it ached painfully resonating along with his aching headache.

Shamal showed him to Yamamoto's room, which was two doors down from his, next to the restroom, it was originally Shamal's room.

Gokudera gasped quietly, standing in the door way of the room, as Yamamoto came into his view.

"Its nothing to serious. But it could have been worse, much worse." Shamal told Gokudera, standing behind him. "For both of you."

"What-"

"His eyes will heal on there own in a day or so, thankfully not to much debris got into them." Shamal answered Gokudera's question before he could ask it. "The main problem is his vocal cords, they are paralyzed. So speaking is going to be a major problem for him."

Gokudera turned to look at Shamal, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Pa-paralyzed? W-what? How is that even possible?" Gokudera gaped.

"Its not that uncommon. In Yamamoto's case it was caused from the neck and head trauma he received from the explosion most likely. It should heal on its own in a week or so, If not then he'll need surgery to fix them." Shamal told him, leaning onto the hall wall, "From what Reborn and Tsuna told me how they found you two, Yamamoto must have protected you."

"Uh-ye-eah..He he uh protected me f-from..t-the…" Gokudera mumbled turning back to look upon Yamamoto, he kind of looked like a mummy. Both his eyes and throat were heavily wrapped in bandages, covering the usually revealed tanned skin.

Guilt filled him, followed by was all his fault. Yamamoto was in this state because of him, his eyes, his voice, it was all his fault. He rubbed his face dully with both his hands. He flinched slightly as a warm hand clasped his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

"Don't blame your self to much kid. He already knows. He woke a little while a go, he seemed pretty agitated, I could only guess that he was worried about you. " Shamal said quietly before retreating back to where both Tsuna and Reborn waited.

Gokudera entered the room and settled his self in a chair besides Yamamoto's bed. He glance upon Yamamoto's heavily bandaged face, most of it focused around his eye area, and then onto his neck. His hand trembled as he brought it to Yamamoto's face touching it lightly, it felt cold, not the usual warm it usual felt. He felt tears stinging at his eyes as his hand grazed slowly up the tanned face, his fingers barely touching the bandages as he lingered on Yamamoto's eyes.

The dream, memory whatever it was that he had experienced only moment before, floated into his head. Was it real? Or was his imagination getting away from his self? He recalled the feeling he was feeling in the memory: Contentment, happiness, need, lust, desire, caring, love. All of them, he felt them for Yamamoto. But what about now. Yes, he felt that he needed Yamamoto. Since the moment he woke up he's needed Yamamoto. But was that because he was always there? The only one there from the very begining? True, he felt quite content and peaceful around him, especially when he held him in his arms while they slept. Even though things were getting kind of rough at the moment, he was happy. Happy that Yamamoto remained by his side, silently trying to understand what he was going through. But lust, desire, and love? He had to admit that he found Yamamoto quite attractive, and could never stop his eyes from noticing his finely sculpted body as he only slept in boxers. And he always found his self blushing, his stomach filling with butterflies, when Yamamoto would hold him close, when he smiled, when he laughed, when his fingers would lightly graze his fingers or skin by accident.

He was brought back to reality by a warm clammy hand grasping onto his out stretched arm.

"H---h---.." Yamamoto hoarsely tried to speak.

"No no don't speak." Gokudera told him sternly, withdrawing his hand form Yamamoto's face and taking hold of Yamamoto's and pulling into both of his own.

Yamamoto did as he was told.

"Shamal, he's awake.." Gokudera called into the hall, his body twisting towards the door.

Gokudera returned back to Yamamoto, his face bumping into Yamamoto's hand that was blindingly feeling through the air, it rested upon Gokudera's cheek, touching him gently. The feel of those warm clammy fingertips against Gokudera's skin sent his stomach fluttering. He couldn't stop his self as he pushed his face deeper into Yamamoto's touch, who jerked his head slightly in surprise, but didn't pull away.

"Shamal's coming right now."

Yamamoto only replied with his thumb, rubbing it against Gokudera's skin. "Your going to be fine." Gokudera told him, taking Yamamoto's hand from his face and holding it gently in his own, intertwining their fingers. "Your going to be fine. Ill take care of you this time." He said again, more to his self than Yamamoto.

They didn't stay long at Shamal's and left a few hours later. Gokudera had insisted to Tsuna and Reborn that he be the one to take care of Yamamoto. 'It's the least I can do. Besides I want to.' He told them. Both of them kind of figured that it was going to be like that and didn't protest it.

After Gokudera had received enough bandages and supplies for a week he escorted Yamamoto, his hand still in Gokudera's, down the street and too their apartment. Gokudera felt a little sense of déjà vu as they walked down the sidewalk, the roles obviously changed this time around. Before it had been him that was being guided through the unfamilar towm. But now it was him guiding the blinded Yamamoto.

The moment Gokudera entered the house, he needed a cigarette, but resisted as he guided Yamamoto inside, making sure he didn't bump or trip into anything.

"Okay, Shamal said no trying to talk at least one day." Gokudera ordered Yamamoto, who nodded as they entered the kitchen. "Umm what would you like to do? Just nod kay?" Gokudera asked him after guiding him into the chair. "Drink." No. "Food?" No. "Sleep." Yes. "Okay, come on then, I'll make you something to eat later."

Taking Yamamoto's hand, Gokudera escorted him into the bedroom, apologizing as Yamamoto stumbled on one of Gokudera's shoes that littered the floor.

After Yamamoto was seated on the bed Gokudera rushed around the room, hissing curses at his own laziness for not picking up after his self. He blindly threw the mess he had picked up into the closet, before turning back to Yamamoto, who was still seated upon the bed.

"Just boxers again?"

Yamamoto nodded and attempted to remove his shirt, but struggled with it ridiculously. His arms felt like jelly and didn't have the strength to raise above his head.

"Alright at least let me help you then." Gokudera huffed taking hold of the shirt. Yamamoto gave up and allowed Gokudera to take the lead from there, and was surprised when his shirt didn't lift off his head but instead was replaced by a loud rip sound.

Gokudera seemed to have decided that there was no possible way of getting Yamamoto's tight collared t-shirt over his head without possibly hurting his neck, so he did the next best thing and ripped it off of him instead. Though in this process, an extremely dirty thought drifted through Gokudera's mind as he imagined ripping Yamamoto's shirt off for another reason. His face turned scarlet at his own perverseness.

The light smirk that graced Yamamoto's lips made Gokudera smile, and swore that if Yamamoto could he'd probably be chuckling right now.

"I'll buy you a new one later."

Gokudera coughed nervously filling the silence as he bent forward, the tips of his hair tickling Yamamoto's bare chest, as he went to undo Yamamoto's jeans. At this moment he was kind of glad that Yamamoto couldn't see him, his face was so red that he didn't even think it classified as being red any longer. He felt Yamamoto shiver as his fingers slid under the hem of his jeans, grazing his skin as he unbuttoned them. Yamamoto's hands suddenly grasped Gokudera's, stopping them as they began unzipping his zipper. Gokudera stiffened and glanced up at Yamamoto.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He told Yamamoto removing his hands from his pants quickly. Yamamoto's hands blindly shot forward for Gokudera's, only being able to grab one of them, and shook his head side to side, a smile upon his face.

Gokudera titled his head in confusion. "Mm…no? No what? No I didn't make you uncomfortable?" Gokudera guessed.

Yes, Yamamoto shook his head. Yamamoto had nearly lost control at just the small touch he received from Gokudera. If he continued to let Gokudera undress him, things would turn out very differently. Yamamoto wasn't ready for the consequences that 'that' would cause, esspecially when Gokudera was so clueless as to their former relationship. He smiled at Gokudera before standing up and taking his pants off on his own, tottering slightly.

Gokudera was mildly confused, but that didn't matter right now.

Yamamoto let out a strange breath, in which Gokudera assumed to be a sigh as he fell back upon the bed, and crawled under the covers. His body was so sore, and the soft sheets felt like heaven on his skin.

Gokudera looked down at him a frown forming upon his face. 'He looks like a little kid.'

"Ill bring you some water." He spoke quietly as he left the room, returning seconds later with a small glass of water.

Gokudera sat on the edge of the bed softly "Here, drink some water at least." Gokudera told him, his arm sliding behind Yamamoto's head to help him sit up. Yamamoto's hand blindly searched for the cup, and tightly grasped onto it as Gokudera guided it into his hand. He drank the entire thing.

"Do you want more?"

No.

"Okay.." Gokudera took the cup from Yamamoto and stood up, but was pulled back down to the bed by Yamamoto's hand, which was wrapped tightly around his arm. "What? You want something else?"

Yes.

"Food?"

No.

"More water?" No. "A bath?" No. Gokudera sighed, this was going to be harder than he thought, "Tch. Then what? What else is there?" Yamamoto's hand released his arm and pointed, his index finger out into his chest. "Mmm..What?"

Again Yamamoto's finger poked his chest.

"Me? What? You want me?" Gokudera blushed at his own choice of words.

Yamamoto nodded and Gokudera blushed deeper.

Yamamoto took hold of his arm once again and pulled him this time, yanking him towards him, then he pointed to the empty space next to him.

"Oh..you want me.." Gokudera finally got it.

Yes.

Gokudera smiled and then let out a small sigh. "Fine." He was tired as well anyways.

He too stripped his self down into his boxers and crawled into bed.

Usually when they slept Yamamoto would pull him close to him and hold him tightly. But Gokudera didn't feel right about that, it was his turn to help Yamamoto. So instead he scooted over to Yamamoto, wrapped his arms around him, and pulled him tightly into his chest.

Yamamoto let out a small strangled gasp as he was pulled into Gokudera's warm chest. Eagerly he turned to face Gokudera, and cuddled into his chest more, nestling his head in the crook of Gokudera's neck. Gokudera blushed deeply and let out a sigh, as his eyes dropped with sleep.

As he held Yamamoto close to him, he came to a decision. It didn't matter if it was just a dream or his memory. It didn't matter and he didn't care, because it was now, this moment that he finally gave in, and realized that he had fallen in love with this goofy baseball freak from day one.

"Thank you." Gokudera whispered quietly into Yamamoto's ear, unsure if he was awake or asleep. "Thank you for sav-"

He froze, his eyes snapping open as a pair of soft warm lips pressed gently against his. His stomach did back flips, summersaults, cartwheels, you name it, it did them. He was nervous, unsure how to react or what to do. But at the same time was overflowing with happiness and joy. Was this really happening? He wasn't dreaming right?

The withdrawal of the said lips snapped him out of his cataclysmic thoughts. Yamamoto's head remained inches from his, waiting for some kind of response. He felt sick to his stomach. He had been rejected. Gokudera remained stiff and ridged in his kiss. It was obvious he didn't like it at all. Yamamoto slowly began to pull away, but Gokudera wouldn't allow him, and pulled Yamamoto back to him, their lips meeting once again.

Now it was Yamamoto that froze, realizing it was Gokudera's lips upon his. He could die right now, feeling those familiar supple buds against his. Oh how he missed them, and didn't hesitate to push back against them.

Gokudera sighed, loving the feeling, and parted his lips slightly, Yamamoto took advantage of this and dove his tongue into Gokudera's warm cavern.

Gokudera was a little surprised and shocked as he felt Yamamoto's tongue explore every inch of his mouth, grazing over his teeth and flicking at his tongue playfully, but of coarse all that subsided, and he melted into him. He pushed his own muscle against Yamamoto's, receiving an odd grunt from him, as they battled for dominance. Gokudera willingly lost.

Several seconds later they separated gasping and panting for air. Yamamoto coughed roughtly and gripped his throat, his nose scrunched up in pain.

"I-Im so-orry." Gokudera apologized through pants, rushing up to get another glass of water.

Yamamoto gratefully drank it all before collapsing back onto his pillow, completely exhausted, as adrenaline and lust coursed through his veins.

Gokudera remained silent as he returned to the bed, surprised what had just taken place, not to mention the hardening erection he was now sporting.

Yamamoto cuddled into Gokudera's chest immediately. Neither of them resummed their previous actions or made any attempt to. It was enough for now.

The brief moment that hey shared even if they never shared it again, was enough. Weather they both had done it out of selfishness or to feel something other than the pain. They didnt care.

All they both wanted to do was to savior the moment, holding each other in their arms, before finally falling off into a blissful sleep.


Okay! As always tell me what you think!

This chapter was a lil weird to write so sorry if it seems rushed or awkward .

Soo yeah finally we will be getting to the lemon chapater! Oohh next one! LOL I hope I dont screw it up xD

Thanks for reading! See ya next chapter^^