Chapter 10: Milk, hot water and energy drinks

Author: Yoshi333

Word Count: 2,135

Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters or Reborn

Pairings: 8059, D18 and that's all the pairings there are in this chapter there are obviously others though ^.^

Warnings: Swearing and over use of the word EXTREME

A/N: i hate the fact these updates are so sporadic i apologise profusely but on the positive/negative side my other fic is coming to an end and i will be able to work soley on this from then on so it will become easier to update, only two more chapters of operation 8059 i'm going to cry =P anyway i thank you all for your reviews, alerts and faves and i hope you continue to give me constructive critcism i really appreciate it ^.^ Yoshi x x

Gokudera was now avoiding Yamamoto like the plague, taking any opportunity to dodge the other boy, even though he knew eventually he'd have to submit and talk to the baseball idiot. It had been a day and a night since the incident with the flannel and Yamamoto's fever and Yamamoto had tried everything within his power to get the stubborn Italian to look him in the eye, but nothing was working especially since Tsuna wasn't there either. Normally the brunette boy would be able to convince Gokudera to spend time with Yamamoto but unfortunately Tsuna was not there and Yamamoto was working on his own, but the athlete would not give up and accept defeat he was determined.

The tall teen was on his way to his dad's sushi shop to beg and apologize to Gokudera, what he was apologizing for was a mystery but he knew he must have done something wrong. Too busy thinking, which was a rarity for Yamamoto the baseball star bumped into something and presumably knocked it over as the boy heard a loud thud straight after.

"What the fuck Yamamoto"

The black haired teen looked down only to find a flustered and annoyed Gokudera sprawled out on the pavement wearing a loose fitting baseball uniform, the taller teen noticed the fact the uniform wasn't fitted properly and concluded that Gokudera was too skinny almost like a girl to find a small enough uniform. Whilst he was thinking this the silver haired teen pushed himself up off the ground and was now standing in front of the taller teen a blush prominent on his features.

"O hey Gokudera, are you alright you look a little red, are you too hot?"

Yamamoto leaned closer to the shorter teen, placing a hand on the other's forehead to gauge his temperature, this just made Gokudera flush further and attempt to move away uncomfortable with the distance or lack of it between their faces. The bomber would have tripped as he attempted to move away catching his foot on the pavement if Yamamoto hadn't of caught him bringing them even closer together, the baseball stars arms were now wrapped around his torso and their faces were mere cm's apart, Gokudera could feel the others warm breath on his face.

The silver haired teen felt his own eyes close and the urge to close the distance between himself and Yamamoto was becoming much greater the longer they were together in that position. At the same time Yamamoto's eyes were wide and staring at the boy below him in his arms, the rain guardian took in the others pale skin, soft silver hair and the furious blush across his cheeks which the baseball player decided he much preferred to the usual angry scowl the storm normally wore.

"Takeshi"

Gokudera's jade eyes snapped open at the sound of his sister's voice; dread washed over him remembering the usual outcome his sister's visits caused. Luckily though the pink haired woman was wearing the ski mask covering a portion of her face, protecting the feisty teenager from becoming as limp as a fish and having stomach spasms. The two boys separated as she approached them, Yamamoto not at all embarrassed and just wearing his usual idiotic grin and Gokudera attempting to cover his shame with his hair and turning his face away.

"Bianchi-san what is it?" Yamamoto asked the bombers half sister.

Bianchi raised a pink eyebrow whilst Yamamoto just stood there confused.

"Reborn asked me to remind you of your training with Gokudera which both of you have been neglecting the past couple of days and he also asked me to inform you of your duties to the tenth Chrome whom again you have both spent little time with" Bianchi stated solely looking at Yamamoto as she explained.

Yamamoto just stood there sheepishly scratching the back of his neck guiltily.

With that said Bianchi proceeded to ignore the two teens and go on her way probably to give Reborn his bento box made with love, purple smoke pouring out of the sealed container.

"Your supposed to call her aneki you idiot, do you want us to fail this training or are you just an idiot. What am I saying of course you are?"

"Maa Maa Gokudera calm down I'm sure Reborn won't mind"

Gokudera just looked at him incredulously before heading into the sushi shop not bothering to invite Yamamoto inside, he'd been attempting to avoid the other boy and when they had eventually met which it was inevitable they would everything had gone pear shaped and he hadn't been able to control his reactions.

The black haired teen followed behind his friend and almost felt surprised as he was greeted with the noise of chattering customers and a bustling restaurant, he must have been getting use to the peace and quiet at Gokudera's apartment. Weaving his way through the regulars whom greeted him and smiled commenting on the fact they hadn't seen him for the past week Yamamoto finally managed to reach the house section of the building finding Gokudera seated at his desk reading what appeared to be an article about baseball.

Yamamoto stood there in the doorway and grinned knowing full well Gokudera could see him in the mirror placed on his desk, the other boy however chose to ignore him and took a sip of his…milk. It seemed Gokudera was taking the training very seriously but when Yamamoto thought about it Gokudera did usually take the mafia game that one step further by shadowing Tsuna's every step and obsessing over training and bickering about becoming right hand man.

The rain guardian figured this training might actually be good for the Italian as it meant the genius had to stop smoking and eat healthily and be around people in an ordinary social non mafia situation.

"Yo Goku…" Yamamoto began only to be cut off.

"Baseball idiot"

"Huh"

"You should be calling me baseball idiot, Yamamoto"

Yamamoto was confused why would he call Gokudera baseball idiot that's what Gokudera called him and Gokudera didn't even like baseball.

"I don't think we're supposed to switch personalities Gokudera, just live each other's lives"

Did he just say that, both of the teens thought simultaneously, that must have been number one on the list of most intelligent things Yamamoto had ever said. Yamamoto decided to change the subject realizing this trail had gone dead, the tall teen walked up so he was standing behind the seated boy and looked over his shoulder trying to distinguish what article he was reading.

"O this is an old one, where did you find it" Yamamoto said actually interested.

"Under your bed"

Now it was Takeshi's turn to blush, even though Gokudera hadn't mentioned it, he must have seen the other stuff he had under there along with his old baseball mags, all he could do is cough and move away from the chair where Gokudera was sitting.

"So do you want to go over to Tsuna's to study?" Yamamoto said while feeling the air thicken around his general area of the room, why had it got so hot in there all of a sudden.

Ryohei was seated in the disciplinary committee's club room surrounded by his temporary subordinates who kept taking sideward glances at him almost waiting for something to happen.

"It is EXTREMLY boring in here" the boxer said in his normal volume which to everyone else was yelling.

Kusakabe still winced despite the yellow earplugs he'd bought earlier in the week protecting his sensitive ears.

"What do you want to do boss" he asked very cautiously hoping that the other teen wouldn't yell.

"Something EXTREME" Ryohei jumped up and yelled even louder pumping his fist in the air. It almost felt like the room had shook with the sheer volume of the sun guardians voice, Kusakabe wondered why he hadn't called in sick like many of the other committee members, no the second in command knew better if Hibari ever got wind that he'd skipped he knew where he'd end up and it wasn't somewhere he wanted to be.

Kusakabe was seriously considering slipping some sleeping pills into Ryohei's drink just so he could get some peace and quiet for a few hours; again this was against disciplinary rules. However the right hand man of the notorious Hibari was starting to believe that escaping a few hours of air punches, ridiculously loud yelling at an impossible volume and the word EXTREME may be worth a severe beating from his boss.

Whilst the white haired male was preoccupied with the little yellow bird floating around his head Kusakabe slipped two pills inside the boxing obsessed teens energy drink. Yes energy drink as if the sun guardian didn't have enough energy, unfortunately he had started drinking them since that Wednesday when one of the lower ranks bought one in with his lunch.

"This drink is EXTREMLY EXTREME TO THE MAX" Ryohei began ranting.

The current disciplinary prefect had drank the entire 500ml can of energy drink in one go and his pupils were now huge barely showing a slim grey outline.

During his rant about how extreme the extreme drink was the teen had managed to crush the thin aluminum can causing a spray of caffeine to splatter all over the near occupants of the room including Kusakabe.

Luckily most of the room had had the good sense to buy ear plugs after the first day of Ryohei but unfortunately a few hadn't, one lower rank had to be taken to the infirmary as they thought his ear drums might have burst with the volume.

Yes let's not have a repeat of Wednesday Kusakabe thought to himself watching as the pills fizzed before dissolving into the yellow tinted drink.

No longer distracted by the fuzzy little creature Ryohei went over and retrieved the can before gulping down every last drop, Kusakabe just standing there looking incredulously at him.

After about half an hour there had still been no effect and Kusakabe was wondering whether he'd given the right dosage when a thought came to him, sleeping pills weren't going to work if you put them in a drink that contains large amounts of caffeine, the disciplinary committee second hand felt like punishing himself for that mistake never mind Hibari beating him to within an inch of his life for bringing drugs onto the premises.

Dino walked over to the couch and kneeled down beside it so he could get a better look at Hibari's face, picking up the damp cloth he began to wipe some of the dirt and sweat off the teenager's forehead. Yep something was definitely wrong, Kyoya never let anyone anywhere near this close to him except when they were fighting, then they got really close especially as Dino's choice of weapon was a whip, which he often wrapped around the smaller male to pull him towards him. Often enough the prefect would escape but on the odd occasion he didn't Dino had him right where he wanted him, helpless and within his grasp. Wait did he just think that, the mafia boss shook his head, dispelling any odd thoughts from it and got back to the task of cleaning the teenager up.

Chrome walked into Kyoko's front room where the cloud guardian was waiting to have his wounds cleaned and tended to when she saw from the doorway her post was already being filled by a certain blonde.

The girl was about to leave when she heard a voice inside her head telling her to stop, Mukuro.

"Chrome what's the bucking bronco doing here?" the eerie voice asked her.

"I think he came to see if Kyoko-chan was alright that's what Haru-chan said Mukuro-sama"

It was silent for a moment as if her master was thinking of some plot to put in place, she knew from experience that this always happened when there was a silence between speeches.

"Chrome I will leave you now but try and keep an eye on the Callavone he's up to something"

The voice began to fade from her mind as another voice penetrated her thoughts.

"Chrome-chan, Chrome-chan are you ok?"

Kyoko was now standing in front of her a concerned look on her face; Chrome realized she must have looked dazed during her conversation with Mukuro and smiled politely at the red head before assuring her she was fine. Just as she was about to leave the purple haired girl glanced over her shoulder at the two males on the couch and wondered what Mukuro had planned for them.