Chapter 11: Special Bullets
Author: Yoshi333
Word Count: 3,990
Disclaimer: Do not own any of these characters =]
Pairings in this chapter: 8059, D18, 6927 and a little 6918
Warnings: Swearing and obviously BL this fic will stay at T for now
BETA: FoxieSwirl (Thank you so much for doing this for me =] i really appreciate it)
AN: Yay i'm back with another chapter finally after a whole year o.O anyway the results from the poll are 23% D18, 12% for 6918, 12% for RyoheixHana, 10% for 1827, 10% for 1859, 10% for TsunaxKyoko, 6% for 8018 so far, there were some other pairings that got votes but there wern't enough to really justify putting them in the story not that i'm saying all of these pairings will be included =P. Ok the vote is still on if you want to vote but i will say D18 will definitley be in this fic and a little 6918 as well in this chapter even. I do apologise for not updating in so long and i hope you all will still read and review this as i will be updating again all of my fics.
I would also like to say thank you to my new BETA FoxieSwirl for editing this chapter for me and for agreeing to edit future chapters for me =] and also ty to AdaraLove for mentioning me in her AN's and for reading through this entire fic again and reviewing my last chapter XD
Even though the decision to visit Chrome had been one made solely on a whim due to Yamamoto's embarrassment, it had become apparent that the two teens on their way to Tsuna's house had been neglecting their duties as the current tenth's guardians.
The two teens walked side by side, Yamamoto with his hands in the pockets of the borrowed tight black skinny jeans he was wearing, looking anywhere but at the slightly shorter teen next to him, and Gokudera shuffling along in the uncomfortably too large clothes he was being forced to endure.
Yamamoto knew that the mortification he was feeling was irrational, as Gokudera probably owned some of the very same questionable magazines he had stowed away under his bed, but he couldn't fight down the feeling of embarrassment at his friend finding and looking at them. Another idea entered the baseball-stars mind while following that train of thought, the black haired teen tripping over his feet slightly as he imagined Gokudera getting aroused looking at the porn magazines he kept under his mattress.
"Oi idiot, watch where you're walking" Yamamoto heard the other teen scold him.
"Haha sorry Gokudera was just thinking about … stuff" Yamamoto trying to play off the blush that was spreading across his face.
"Since when do you think, idiot"
"Haha I guess you're right"
It only took a few more minutes for them to arrive at the familiar home of the Sawada family, the taller of the two knocking politely on the door.
After a few minutes of waiting, the silver head was beginning to get impatient and began muttering about stupid women not answering the door, referring to Chrome of course not Nana Sawada, he still didn't completely trust her as in his eyes she was effectively just Mukuro's vessel. Ten minutes later and even the usually complacent Yamamoto was starting to get fidgety and much to his own horror began craving for the recently familiar feeling of paper between his lips and thick smoke on his tongue.
Taking a step away from the door the black haired teen pulled out the small packet from his jeans back pocket flicking it open and retrieving a thin paper tube. Just the sensation of the object between his fingers was relaxing. Only a few days and already this dependent, it was worrying but at the same time gave Yamamoto an insight as to what his fellow guardian felt like when he couldn't get a smoke, explaining why the other teen's agitation and irritableness went up tenfold during such occasions.
Gokudera simply watched as Yamamoto lit the cigarette perched lightly between his lips with a lighter the silver haired teen recognized as his own but not one he'd used in quite a while. The teen didn't cough or splutter this time around, taking a long drag from the cigarette as if he'd been doing it all his life.
The smoking bomb of the Vongola also had a revelation observing the other male, it was irritating being around people that smoked when you didn't or couldn't smoke. Watching the action and smelling and tasting the bitter smoke was almost unbearable for the addict but for the tenth and his training he would succeed.
In an attempt to distract himself from the image of Yamamoto's lips wrapped tightly around the cigarette, Gokudera rationalized that it was unlikely that anyone was currently inside the house, and that they should leave rather than end up potentially waiting hours for someone to return to the house. The silver head also concluded that it was most likely that Chrome was with either Kyoko or Haru or possibly both, therefore they wouldn't have to worry too much (maybe he was finally learning to let his boss breathe) so maybe they could get away with attempting to visit the tenth in Kokuyo land (Maybe not).
Having made his mind up the silver-ette glanced at his taller companion who was currently butting out his cigarette on the wall a few feet away. Yamamoto would undoubtedly try and dissuade him from going to Kokuyo land. That being said, there wasn't much he could do to ditch the other male other than knock him unconscious, but he seriously doubted the tenth would approve of that.
"Yo Gokudera, shouldn't we get going? I don't think anyone's home" Yamamoto spoke towards the shorter teen.
"Well done for stating the obvious, moron" Gokudera replied icily, his cravings getting the better of him for the moment.
"Mmmm… If Chrome's not here maybe we should go and train then like Bianchi-san said" Yamamoto suggested clearly oblivious to his companions rising irritation.
"You're supposed to call her Aneki, you retard, for the next two weeks since you're posing as me, her brother" Gokudera ranted at the black haired boy angrily.
"Sorry Gokudera, guess I forgot" Yamamoto said looking away sheepishly at the angry teen currently glaring daggers in his direction. "Anyway, I could train you to use my sword if you'd like".
"I already told you I don't need to learn to use such a stupid weapon"
The Italian noticed Yamamoto's change in demeanour as soon as the words left his lips, realizing too late how stupid what he had said was. The taller teen visibly tensed and a small frown etched itself onto his usually happy features, Gokudera would almost say he looked angry which was a rare occurrence for the normally care free teen.
"Just because something isn't easy doesn't mean it isn't worth trying Gokudera, I thought you were the one that took this training seriously" Yamamoto spoke with a surprising spite to his words.
Gokudera was used to harsh criticism and blunt words, he'd received them all his life and he dealt them out on a daily basis, but hearing them from Yamamoto hurt more than it logically should have. A dose of his own medicine was one way to put it, the distinctly unhappy feeling settling in the teen's stomach made him try and imagine if this was how everyone else felt when he criticized them, especially the person opposite him of whom he was especially cruel to.
"Fine" Gokudera spoke quickly.
"Huh" Yamamoto blinked, slightly bewildered at how easy it had been to convince the other boy to go along with what he had suggested, just standing there staring at the silver mop of hair as Gokudera's face was turned away and his arms were crossed over his chest in a sulky manner.
Elated at the minor victory the baseball star couldn't stop himself from grinning wide before grabbing onto Gokudera's forearm and dragging him forcefully in the direction of his dads' dojo. Of course this took around ten times longer than it should have with all the struggling, swearing and shoving from the shorter teen on the way there.
A few hours later…
Gokudera lay sprawled out on the hard wooden floor, breath coming out in heavy pants, his chest visibly heaving with the effort. They had been training for over an hour and a half with very little progress due to several factors: Gokudera's inability to listen to reason, Yamamoto's inability to adapt his teaching style to suit his new student, and Gokudera persistently tripping on his over-sized pants.
Yamamoto had temporarily left the dojo in order to get some water, insisting that the bomber was dehydrated and that they couldn't continue unless he drank something. Gokudera was currently in no state to argue so the boy left without a fuss, leaving the silver-head to contemplate on his own.
Unbeknownst to the two teens, Reborn had been watching their slow progress from one of his many hidden locations that seemed to be all over Namimori. The baby felt this was an opportunity for intervention, wanting to speed up the learning process. Leon transformed into a green sniper gun, positioned in the arcoboleno's small fist, taking aim just as Yamamoto returned, the bullet skimming past a tanned ear before hitting its intended target.
"Gokudera I'm back, I brought some food as well. Are you hungry...Gokudera?"
Walking over to the unmoving form in the centre of the dojo, Yamamoto placed down the bag of food.
"Gokudera?"
Kneeling next to the other teen Yamamoto inspected his face, noticing the normally pale skin was almost a sickly white and that his friend wasn't moving at all, not even the necessary rise and fall of his chest was visible.
"I guess he died then" a squeaky voice said from above.
The three girls made their way cautiously up the stairs, taking it one step at a time; Chrome was at the front having been forced into this situation by Haru. Kyoko, Haru and Chrome had spent three hours of the last four waiting for a certain blonde to return from tending to Hibari's wounds. It had become apparent from the red blotches staining the white shirt and the tears in the school pants that the non-prefect was wearing, that his wounds were not limited only to the skin that was visible.
A little while after the blonde had arrived, the ex- prefect had allowed his eyes to drift closed, once again his head lolling onto the back of the sofa. Dino and the girls had agreed that it would be best if Dino carried the unconscious male back upstairs to Ryohei's room where he could tend to Hibari's injuries. They were both the same sex so it shouldn't be a problem they reasoned.
It had been four hours since this decision was made, and three since the four of them managed to transport the normally anti-social teen up to the boxer's bedroom. It had taken a whole hour to reach the room because of Dino's inability to walk more than a few paces by himself without falling on his arse. Once their assistance was no longer needed the three females returned to the Sagawasa living room, leaving Dino to undress and medicate the still unconscious Hibari...
Kyoko and Haru had been chatting animatedly about a revised date for their shopping trip for at least an hour of their wait but after the conversation had died down they became increasingly worried about the extent of Hibari's condition. When they'd found him at the school gates where they'd arranged to meet, to say they had been shocked at the state the male was in would be an understatement. Kyoko in particular had become slightly edgy, feeling as though the state of the boy in her brothers' room was in some way her fault. Kyoko was usually very protective of her older brother and felt as though she had let Hibari down somehow by not being a good enough step-sister, if that was the right term for their training relationship.
The door to Ryohei's bedroom was slightly ajar, no sound of any movement coming from the occupants inside. Walking up the last few carpeted steps the girls positioned themselves at the small opening in the doorway their three heads comically lined up with the frame peering inside.
"HAHI"
Kyoko and Chrome quickly tried to cover Haru's mouth with their palms fearing that the brunette girl's outburst may have alerted the two males occupying Ryohei's bed. Once they were sure Haru's exclamation went unheard, they removed their hands from the other girl's mouth and continued staring wide eyed through the crack in the doorway.
It seemed Dino had successfully removed Hibari's shirt and pants in order to clean and dress the injuries the girls hadn't been able to reach. However, the blonde had failed in redressing the unconscious male and had apparently fallen asleep after finishing the task. Chrome, Kyoko and Haru were now all sporting horrendous blushes that spread all the way along their cheekbones up the bridge of their noses and across their foreheads.
Dino had wrapped his tattooed arm around Hibari's waist, the hand attached to said arm brushing over the boy's hip, whilst the rest of the older males' body was pressed against a naked back with the blonde's chin perched on top of a black mop of hair.
Chrome wasn't sure whether the Cavallone boss had purposefully attached himself to his student like that, or whether he'd subconsciously done it, but what she did know was Mukuro wasn't going to like this scenario one bit. The pineapple haired man had told her to watch the blonde's movements, claiming they were suspicious. Was this what he meant? The girl glanced over at the two sleeping forms, her blush flaring up once again at their close contact.
Turning away from the crack in the doorway the girl wondered if Mukuro had seen. She hadn't felt his presence but she couldn't be sure. She sincerely hoped he hadn't; dread filling her at the prospect, not wanting anyone to get hurt, and knowing full well what Mukuro's methods for getting what he wanted entailed.
A groan coming from the bed startled the three girls, they all watched as Dino tightened his hold on his make-shift teddy bear before pressing a sleepy kiss to his students head. Chrome was wondering if this could get any worse, unlike her two friends, who were currently desperate to yell 'KAWAII' at the scene, she was desperately trying to rid her mind of the images and thoughts of the two on the bed.
"Kufufufu hello my dear Chrome"
Yamamoto snapped his head around to face the new arrival.
"Caoi-sso" Reborn chimed.
Reborn stood perched on top of Gokudera's unmoving chest, charcoal black eyes barely visibly under the black fedora currently tipped down, shadowing most of the arcoboleno's face.
"What do you mean he died little guy? Hahaha" the teen's nervousness was apparent in his voice, his laughter broken and his tone urgent.
"I guess I shot him with the wrong special bullet" the toddler explained, his smirk hidden from the panicking boy in front of him, clearly confused at the situation and unsure of what was really going on.
Yamamoto looked at Gokudera's face, the boy's lips having turned blue in the few moments the rain guardian had been speaking to the hitman. The swordsman knew that if he didn't do something soon his friend really would be dead; well that's how the situation appeared anyway. He tried to think back to the few first aid lessons they'd had at school but drew up a blank. The only other resource he could think of was TV and films. What did the hero always do in these kinds of situations?
It was almost as if a light bulb went off in the black haired teens mind as he positioned himself next to Gokudera's face, the few lessons he had learned vaguely coming back to him, not even noticing when Reborn hopped off of the 'dead' boy's chest. Right, if he remembered it correctly, you placed your hands on top of where the unconscious persons chest, over the bone that protected the heart and you push down with force. With his palms sweating Yamamoto pushed down three times on Gokudera's chest before attempting the next part of the poorly remembered resuscitation.
Now for the next part, if Yamamoto remembered correctly you had to place your lips over the injured person's lips and breathe into them, yeah that sounded kind of right.
Licking his lips in anticipation the Japanese boy lowered his face so it was only a few inches away from the other boys. To Yamamoto it almost looked like Gokudera was sleeping, his eyes closed, hair splayed around his head and features relaxed, the usual scowl not present. Realising time was quickly getting away from him; Yamamoto gently grabbed the shorter teen's chin and tilting it forward, pressed his lips against the Italian's surprisingly soft yet cold ones.
The rain guardian was now faced with another problem. How was he supposed to get Gokudera to open his mouth so he could breathe air back into his lungs? Not wasting any time thinking about his options Yamamoto experimentally pushed his tongue against Gokudera's unmoving lips, the pink muscle easily getting through and prying them open. This allowed the taller teen to force breath into the unconscious boy's body hoping that the familiar rise and fall of the Italian's chest would resume.
When Yamamoto still couldn't feel the other's breath after a few minutes he tried not to panic, manoeuvring himself so he was on top of the silver haired Italian for better access to the others mouth. Pushing his lips harder against the other boys' Yamamoto breathed incessantly into him tongue slipping inside accidently. Gokudera's taste exploded onto Yamamoto's tongue distracting him from his current task.
Without Yamamoto noticing the colour previously drained from the pale boy's face returned, his lips no longer blue and the sickly colour of his skin returning to its normal tone a light pink dusted over pale cheeks. The black haired teens' tongue curiously explored Gokudera's sweet mouth, the Italian's own tongue twitching at the contact.
Pulling away slightly to swipe his tongue over Gokudera's now wet lips Yamamoto felt warm breath fan over his cheeks. Opening his eyes and looking down at the boy underneath him Yamamoto weakly argued to himself that he should continue as Gokudera still hadn't opened his eyes yet, despite the fact he was clearly breathing. Leaning down to reconnect their lips, Gokudera's lips already parted, light pants escaping before Yamamoto's tongue slipped between them rubbing against the currently limp muscle inside the other boy's mouth.
A small moan rising from the back of Gokudera's throat took the Japanese boy off guard, brown eyes snapping open and widening as they watched green eyes blink rapidly, attempting to process why Yamamoto's tongue was currently in his mouth or just the general situation.
As soon as the drowsiness left Gokudera's mind he began struggling underneath the rain guardian, attempting to shove him off or at least shove the foreign tongue out of his mouth. Releasing his hold on the silver head, almost immediately the black haired teen was forcefully pushed out of the storm's personal space.
"What. The. Fuck. Yamamoto?" Gokudera practically shrieked at him, indignation filling his voice.
"Well urmm… that is... well…" Yamamoto struggled to answer the loud teen and failing miserably.
"Why the hell was your tongue in my mouth?" Gokudera's face was practically red with fury, the teen standing over the now stammering Yamamoto.
"There it is"
Both teens turned towards the baby hitman who appeared to be holding a pink bullet shell in one hand and a blue bullet in the other.
Gokudera's face went up another notch of redness as he realized that they hadn't been alone when Yamamoto had kissed him without his permission. The urge to blow himself up in embarrassment was definitely rising with every passing moment, except of course he didn't have his bombs because of this stupid training.
The sun arcoboleno studied the pink bullet shell trying to determine what its special effects were supposed to be, well he already knew but he was pretending to put the shell under scrutiny.
"Hn, it looks like the Sleeping Beauty Bullet Giannini developed a few weeks ago"
Waking up yet again in the same crumpled green uniform on the lumpy mattress that had been his makeshift bed for the past four or five days, Tsuna opened his eyes, his vision blurry after another terrible night's sleep. Although, if there was one positive of the night it would be that Mukuro hadn't made one of his illusive intrusions in his dreams, the brunette having had no dreams, well nightmares, throughout his broken sleep. All he remembered was blackness.
Sleep had been difficult. Not because he wasn't tired but because of the many cuts and bruises that were littered all over his body. Every time the brunette moved into a new position he would press against a particularly nasty bruise or an open cut, sending sharp pains throughout his whole body. The wounds needed cleaning and his body in general needed washing. Grime, sweat and blood stained his skin all over and made the teen feel disgusting. Tsuna hadn't showered since he'd arrived at Kokuyo land, mainly because he had no idea if the shower located in his 'cell' actually worked and the crusty metallic shower head wasn't too appealing even if it did spray out water.
Deciding it was probably best to get the most likely horrible experience out of the way the brunette stripped out of the only clothes he currently owned and stepped under the shower head. As the questionable murky brown water began dribbling out of the most likely ancient plumbing Tsuna wondered how it was possible that Chrome kept up her pristine image despite living in such horrible conditions.
The tiny trickle of water barely removed the blood and grit still sticking to the lightly tanned skin; the murky liquid stinging as it entered the wounds inflicted by Hibari…or was it Mukuro? Tsuna didn't remember or more likely couldn't.
A particularly nasty gash caused the brunette to wince as he gently washed over it, a small drop of blood trailing down his leg before swirling in the dirty water pooling at his feet and washing down the drain. Hazel eyes stared fixated as the red spiralled within the murky water, the spirals becoming slightly dizzying, forcing his eyes to close.
"Kfufufufu as nice as it is to see you I must ask, what brings you here Hibari-kun?"
"I'll bite you to death"
"Kufufufu will you now? How amusing"
Tsuna felt his eyes drift close but he could still see images where the back of his eyelids should be. He watched as Hibari's tonfa flew past his face. The brunette knew Mukuro had been controlling his body when what he was watching had occurred, as he continued to watch Mukuro dodge Hibari's tonfa's and swipe his trident in retaliation, knowing that each and every injury the blue haired teen received he would later feel as he regained consciousness.
"Aren't you tired yet Hibari-kun?"
Without responding to the question the ex-prefect slashed his spiked tonfa along a pale cheek, blood splattering wetly across the cold metal. Smirking, the black haired teen tried to draw his arm back but found his weapon caught by the taller males' slender fingers wrapped around the cool metal. Not willing to relinquish the weapon, Hibari fell forward as Mukuro tugged the tonfa towards him, their chests touching briefly.
"Kufufufu you almost look cute like this, exhausted, battered, and bruised, Kyoya-kun"
Mukuro traced the shorter boy's jaw line with his thin fingertips before stroking the ex-prefects cheek with the back of his knuckles. Hibari growled as the black haired man's face leaned closer, their breath mingling in the small gap between them.
"Oi, we bought food for you. Open up"
Tsuna's eyes snapped open at the loud banging on his door and the shouting from the other side of it, the intense images playing out in his mind dispersing into quick nothingness.
"Ken" Tsuna heard Chikusa speak to the hot headed animal boy on the other side of the door.
"What! I'm not coming back later. When's Chrome coming back anyway? I bought her cookies, her favourite"
"Ken, are you sure they're not your favourite"
"Shut up! I'll just eat them myself, it doesn't matter anyway"
"Ken"
The bickering voices slowly faded leaving Tsuna under the spray of the shower long after the murky water dripping on him had grown cold. Crouching down, Tsuna placed his hands on the shower floor, watching as the filthy water forged tracks around his spread fingers, doing little to hinder their quest to the drain and leaving Tsuna alone with his thoughts.