Chapter 11-Fangirls Part 2

Author: Yoshi333

Word count: 2,126

Disclaimer: Do not own anything.

Pairings: 8059

Warnings: probably some swearing in there XD

A/N: Hey sorry this is late i've been writing and re writing this chapter for days now and I just can't seem to get it right, i'm really not too happy with it, I really liked the last chapter too *sighs* hopefully after this the next one will be better promise XD I just can't leave it any longer and i doubt this is going to get any better so i give you my apologies now before you read it XD anyway if its really that bad can you give me some suggestions on to improve and what you'd like to happen because i'm a bit stuck at the moment but i'm not giving up on this!! Constructive Critiscism appreciated as usual, although i'm sorry begs forgiveness! XD Yoshi x x

Gokudera still hadn't moved from his position, staring at the heart and their names within it, Yamamoto was wondering how all these girls got the idea that he and Gokudera were together, after all despite his desire for that, they weren't a couple. The only other person who knew that there had been anything between them at all was… Haru, the thought sat there a moment in Takeshi's mind before he came to the obvious conclusion. Haru had probably not purposefully but still, made aware that the two had something going on, he also came to the conclusion that if Gokudera ever found out about everything that had happened he and Haru would probably end up dead, well he was about to find out.

Just as he was about to grab Gokudera's arm and lead him away from the bustling crowd a few girls appeared behind him and he felt hands curl around his arms. Turning round to face whoever was holding on to him he recognised the faces, three short brunettes all of whom had confessed to him at some point during the year, of course not really being interested he turned them away politely with a thanks for whatever they gave him. Just a little bit confused that the three were grasping on to his arms he decided to find out.

"hahaha what's going on" Yamamoto asked trying to pull away slightly, yet unable to as surprisingly the girls were a lot stronger than he anticipated, not that he couldn't have broken away if he'd wanted to, but they were girls after all he couldn't just shove them off, he just wasn't like that. Gokudera on the other hand was not one to allow anyone to touch him and would not refrain from pushing the girls off, which he was currently doing, seemingly in the same situation as Takeshi, a few girls clinging on to him from behind, the tall athlete noticed then that the girls trying to hold on to Gokudera were glaring at him, quite nastily too.

"Leave Takeshi alone he's too good for you" a voice came from behind the taller boy. The viscous comment caused Yamamoto's face to contort to pure shock, what did these girls think they were doing, it took quite a lot to annoy him, but this was a bit too much, did they think they owned him or something.

"You delinquent you don't have the right to breath the same air as our Yamamoto" came another voice from one of the brunettes behind him, they were pressing closer now. Just what the hell, Yamamoto began to get a little agitated at the closeness and the snide remarks the girls were dishing out, but managed to keep himself composed after all he was a master at composure.

"O yeah, well Gokudera is much stronger than Yamamoto I bet you he could beat him in a fight" a black haired girl said who was struggling to keep her grip on the feisty bomber. At the comment, the silver haired teen looked just a little smug, but didn't refrain from his struggles to get loose from the clingy girls.

"Yamamoto is the star of Namimori baseball team, he's much stronger than that delinquent, who acts all tough but is all talk" the third brunette answered back. The black haired teen seriously doubted these girls knew anything about either himself or Gokudera because if they did they would have noticed the clear signs of a countdown screaming off Gokudera's person, he was going to explode very soon, Gokudera defiantly wasn't all talk.

In what seemed like a few seconds more and more girls had gathered around the two groups, joining in with the heated debate on who was better, looks why's, strength, intelligence and so on. Yamamoto didn't know who was winning on the point's front, but to be honest he didn't really care and that's when he noticed the photographs being passed around the third group of girls, the ones that had blocked their path to the classroom. It seemed Gokudera had noticed them too as he charged over throwing the girls attached to him across the classroom and snatched them out of a small girls hand, not caring to listen to her frightened squeal.

After looking over the pictures Gokudera began yelling.

"Where the hell did you get these from and who the hell fucking took them" the silver haired teen yelled at the short rather cute girl who looked absolutely terrified standing in front of him. Deciding it was probably best to intervene before the girl had a heart attack, as even Yamamoto knew Gokudera could be quite intimidating although he always found the silver haired teens little rampages rather cute, the tall boy made his way over peering over the shorter teens shoulder to take a peek. The baseball players eyes widened in shock, two photographs printed by the looks of it were on the page, one of him stroking silver hair out of Gokudera's face as he was bent over too close and the other of him carrying the storm guardian bridal style back to his apartment.

Yamamoto was bought out of his thoughts by a quiet voice that he could barely hear over the chaos, it was coming from below.

"Are you two really together" it was the small girl; Gokudera had snatched the photos off.

Just as the bomber was about to rant at her, Yamamoto cut in so he could attempt to fix this situation if it was indeed fixable.

"No, you see here I was just checking Gokudera's temperature and here I was taking him back to his apartment after he fainted, you see Gokudera's not been too well lately, I've just been trying to help out a little" Yamamoto smiled genuinely at the girl who just blushed and nodded. As Takeshi looked over at his friend he saw the rage bubbling up inside, Gokudera hated being seen as weak and fainting and such went under that category, knowing that if the boy started yelling and denying the explanation, his plan would be ruined, the black haired teen grabbed the others arm and started dragging him through the crowd, ignoring the bombers protests.

Just about managing to squeeze through, the two of them made their way to the school roof, Gokudera tugging and scratching in his attempt to escape the tight grip on his wrist.

"Yo, Tsuna can you wipe that thing off the board for us" Yamamoto shouted over his shoulder to the brunette not standing too far away, trying to keep out of the range of the commotion in the classroom. The rain guardian didn't stop to get a response simply continuing to his destination with hostage in tow.

"Don't speak to the tenth so casually you moron" Gokudera continued yelling. "Where are you taking me you stupid baseball-idiot". Luckily their female classmates didn't notice them leave too engrossed in their discussions about who was better and whether they were gay and together or not.

Eventually after much hard work pulling Gokudera up the stairs to the school roof, Yamamoto arrived at his destination, away from all the noise and gossip in their classroom. Releasing his grip on the storm guardians wrist, he found himself pinned up against the wall, Gokudera's face only an inch away from his, pure rage seething from him.

"What the fuck is going on Takeshi?" Gokudera growled at him.

Yamamoto knew that laughing the question off wasn't going to get him anywhere this time and decided to be serious for once, his expression dimming from its normal glow, he would have been happy with the first name use but the way Gokudera said it wasn't in the way he'd like.

Before Gokudera could even comprehend what was happening, their places had switched, the silver haired teen now pressed in between the wall and Yamamoto, a tight grip on his wrists but not tight enough to hurt.

"Calm down Gokudera" Yamamoto said a serious expression on his face and tone to his voice.

The sudden change in atmosphere seemed to still the bomber, but Gokudera was unpredictable such was the storm and Takeshi wouldn't chance letting him go just yet, he needed to explain everything that had happened.

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Haru's POV:

It was the end of the school day and I was heading back home, I was a little apprehensive I hadn't been able to delete my community online and I was hoping against hope that everything was ok. I really had screwed up this time and decided to voice it.

"Haru Haru is really a stupid woman" I wailed out to none, believing I was alone in the street of course.

I heard a sigh from a little to the left and turned round sharply to see who the stranger was, just to trip over my own feet and fall flat on my arse.

"Owchie"

Looking up I heard someone chuckle before they began to speak.

"You know I was trying to be mad at you, but now I don't really have the heart to be hahaha" the voice sounded like Yamamoto, I looked at the person and yes indeed it was who I feared, Yamamoto.

"Why are you mad with Haru Haru" I pretended to be ignorant that seemed best, maybe it was nothing to do with the community after all, you know I can always hope, I was known for my optimism.

The tall boy offered me a hand, which I took and stood on my two unsteady feet, rubbing my bum and trying to scoot the dirt off it at the same time. When I finally straightened up to face him and whatever he was trying to be mad at me about, my hands were shaking and sweating with nervousness, I couldn't stand the wait.

"Do you know who took these" Yamamoto asked holding out an A4 piece of paper, with two photographs on it of… Yamamoto and Gokudera…I closed my eyes and swallowed thickly, this is the worst I thought to myself. I never thought that people would actually print these off and show them to the two boys, who would do that, I figured though it was best to come clean after all both of them knew my username it wouldn't be hard to guess who had taken the pictures.

"It was me…… I took them" my feet suddenly became the most interesting things in the world, I began noticing the slight scuffs on the heels and toe of each shoe before Yamamoto began to speak again.

"Don't worry I already knew it was you hahaha, why did you think I was trying to be mad at you, listen it's alright I don't know why you took these or even when and how you did but… I sorted it ok, so don't worry about it" I looked up at him then wondering whether he was insane, who is ok with someone practically stalking them taking pictures of them and posting them on the internet and giving everyone the impression they were gay with their best friend. He must have noticed I was looking at him funny because his grin seemed to widen just that little bit more before he added "Gokudera knows everything, so I think you should stay away from him for a little while, you know how he gets sometimes hahaha". Did I just hear him correctly, Gokudera knew …everything… it took a moment for it to sink in before my stomach dropped, did Yamamoto want to get me killed or maimed or something even worse, was this his payback for revealing them to the school and if Gokudera knew everything and Yamamoto had been the one to tell him how could he still be standing here in front of me.

Panic was the only thing that registered in my head at that moment, I didn't even realise Yamamoto had started speaking again.

"Yeah he did seem a little moody hahaha; I seriously thought he was going to blow me up hahaha"

I felt like screaming at him are you crazy, but refrained from doing so after all this boy should be hating me right now for the mess I'd put him in. Ignoring Yamamoto's explanation of what happened I decided the only thing I could do to try and remedy the situation was to hurry back home and delete everything I'd posted so as not to draw any more attention to myself or to Yamamoto and Gokudera. With that I rushed off, only stopping to give a hurried wave to Yamamoto, before speeding off down the road, leaving the tall boy standing alone in the middle of the street.