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Chapter 2

When Gokudera woke up, he expected himself to be welcomed into the gates of heaven or back to where he was beaten brutally. To tell you the truth, he was expecting the former. Going to heaven where people live on clouds and then be welcomed with angels flying around in their diapers with all the cheesy harp music around playing…Ehem. Well he did have quite an imagination and he admits that he actually wanted to go there. At least there, he would be welcomed and loved, not unlike the crazy piece of shit that people live in called world.

"Fuck" he cursed underneath his breath. He felt like shit. He sounded like shit. He wouldn't even be surprised if he looked like shit as well. He tried to sit up straight yet fell back down the bed when he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He sighed, before narrowing his eyes. Bed? Since when did streets have bed? And since when was snow warm? He turned his head to observe his surroundings.

It looked like he was in a bedroom. 'No shit that's why it had a bed' The room itself was dark. But because Gokudera was used to the darkness, he could see quite clearly. Across the bed laid a small, brown coffee table with a vase set place in the middle. He can't exactly see the flowers but he can smell lavender. At the left of the coffee table was a large, study desk that was in front of the blue-colored curtain, no doubt covering the window. There were no pictures and the room was quite bare, yet it was oddly… homey.

Gokudera scowled. He needed to get out of here. What if this was an enemy territory? He'd be damned. He forced himself to sit upright, ignoring the sharp pains it caused down his chest and stomach and carefully limped to the door. He twisted the knob quietly, making sure not to make a sound. With the door opening abruptly, a flash of light invaded his vision as Gokudera immediately closed his eyes and started blinking them, trying to get use of the lighting.

Once that was done, he looked left and right, noticing that it was only a quiet, and bare hallway. He started to walk carefully and stealthily towards the source of the light and stopped when he was in front of the stairs. His nose perked up as he smelled the sweet aroma of food. His eyebrows creased. 'Is the enemy really this careless' he thought as he began, slowly going down the stairs. But because he was injured, he tripped on the last step. 'Cazzo!*' he cursed in his mind as he heard steps nearing him.

He readied himself for a fight and felt, small thin hands grab his arms. He turned to glare at the person but stopped in his tracks as his jaw unhinged. There stood a person kneeling down in front of him with worried eyes that looked like an exact copy of the CEDEF leader of Vongola, Giotto di Vongola. Yet he had some difference in appearance. Instead of golden, blonde gravity-defying hair and sapphire eyes, this person had bluish white gravity-defying hair with streaks of silver linings and looking like it was the softest thing on earth.

His eyes was what caught most of Gokudera's attention. It was beautiful shades of different blues. It was mostly sapphire but it contrasted with lighter blue at the middle that became even lighter blue at the bottom. Amber and gold hue was shimmering vibrantly in his eyes and it looked like sunset in the sky. His eyes fitted the role of sky perfectly. It glistened in worry and he felt accepted…'like a true sky' thought Gokudera.

The person in front of him tilted his head and somehow, Gokudera understood what the person was trying to convey, 'Are you okay?' is clearly plastered in those eyes. Gokudera felt his breath hitch as he stared into those warm eyes with disbelief, this was the first time anyone ever asked him if he was alright. Even with normal citizens, he was plainly and bluntly ignored, sometimes thrown with disapproving gazes and scowls. It was the first time he heard those words. And he couldn't believe that those simple words could make him spill out like a dam that had been filled up with so much water.

Tears burst like a broken dam as he let out all his pain, all his agony, they were being let out and it was all because of this person. Oddly enough, the said person just hugged him and let him cry into his shirt. Gokudera couldn't believe it. The wall that he'd been building up for years had been broken in a matter of minutes by this stranger that conveyed his words through his actions. And to him, the stranger looked strong and fragile at the same time. He couldn't get how the person conveyed everything he had wanted to hear just by looking at him straight in the eye. To him, this was a power that he'd never imagine to be so powerful.

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Awkward. That was all Gokudera could describe the situation. Just really awkward, was all he could say. He and the stranger was now sitting on the dining room table with the food laid down in front of them. There was a variety of them, ranging from pasta to chicken, meat to beef, steak to pork, and oddly enough, there were some Japanese and French cuisines as well, such as tempura, sushi, and brioche as well as meringues. Gokudera looked up and his emerald eyes met with captivating golden, blue eyes. He blushed as he looked back down his lap.

This was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened in his life. He had probably looked like a big cry-baby in front of this person. He never felt so embarrassed and shy before. This wasn't like him. 'Get a grip on yourself, Gokudera!... This isn't like you!' he shouted in his mind. What should he do now? He spilled out all his secrets in a matter of minutes! Now the stranger knows he's a bastard's child, he knows that he was the shunned Mafioso in the underground world. Gokudera felt something akin to pain in his chest. 'He'll start to hate you as well'

Gokudera felt tears collecting at the brim of his eyes. He couldn't understand why he doesn't want this person to hate him. He just felt welcomed and accepted with this stranger that he felt that if this particular stranger hates and shuns him as well, he'll more than just shatter… he'll Break.

And without knowing it, tears fell down his face and landed on his clasped hands underneath the table, his head was down with his bangs covering his eyes that were clouded with pain, he bit his lips to try and not make the muffled sobs from coming out of his mouth. Why? Why did he have to suffer so much? Is he really did much of a bastard? Is he really that different? Why is it so hard to just get at least one person to love and accept him?

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt warm, and smooth, silk-like hands caress his hands that were wet with tears. He looked up at the said person and his eyes connected with accepting and inviting, sapphire, gold eyes that said 'What is the matter?' Gokudera cried even louder as he barely even made out the words he wanted to say. "Y-y-you'll… p-p-p-probably… h-hate… m-m-me n-n-now" he stuttered. It was so out of character for him but he felt his chest burn with pain that was much more painful than being beaten up or being neglected by others. He didn't know why. Why can this person make his so vulnerable and weak just by looking at him. The stranger felt his eyes soften at the sight of the teen that was shattering and did the first thing that popped up in his mind. He hugged him.

Gokudera was so busy in his train of thoughts that he barely registered warm and thin hands hug his fragile body. He looked up to see who was hugging him and saw bluish white hair that belonged to one person only." I don't hate you" said the person in a hoarse but melodic voice. Gokudera felt his eyes widening as he heard the stranger's voice. It sounded so warm and comforting, the words said weren't covered with sparkles that will make you feel better, NO, and it was genuine. And without thinking much, he hugged the stranger back. He clutched the fabric of the stranger's clothes and buried his face into the stranger's neck. He oddly smelled like vanilla and strawberries.

"W-w-why?..." whispered Gokudera. "W-w-why are y-you doing so m-m-much for s-s-someone you j-just m-met?... W-why are y-you h-helping m-me, a b-b-b-bastard's c-child? W-why d-do you h-have this e-effect o-on me?" muttered Gokudera as he listened in on what the answer will be. But he suddenly felt hands grip his shoulder's and he was being pushed back. Time slowed down as he landed on the floor with a thud and the said person straddling him! Straddling! He blushed a vibrant red but seeing those eyes that held so much resolve and determination made him feel warm and mushy on the inside.

"You are not a bastard's child…" started the stranger as he looked at him directly in the eyes. "I can see your pain, your loneliness, everything. They don't see the real you. They don't see how much potential you have" the stranger suddenly coughed as pain filled his face. Gokudera found himself getting worried but the stranger continued with a warm smile. "I admire you" he said. Gokudera felt himself staring up at those wide eyes with respect and hope. Maybe, just maybe, this person is the one. But the stranger wasn't finished yet.

The stranger smiled at him and hugged him again, and this time, Gokudera couldn't hug back. "Even though you were neglected, you kept moving forward. You never gave up and you never let those words get to you… You always tried your best and people never saw that. They never will. They are arrogant and prideful…" the stranger broke the hug and looked at him with the brightest and most loving smile. "Yet you… you are honest, selfless and determined… that is why I admire you" finished the stranger as he started coughing hysterically. His eyes was filled with pain as well as his face. Gokudera panicked and sat up straight. He carefully picked up the coughing boy and laid him on the couch. 'He's light' thought Gokudera.

Gokudera then rushed to the kitchen and took out a glass from the top, right-hand corner shelf and filled it in with water. He came rushing back to the couch and carefully helped the stranger sit upright. "Here, drink this" he muttered with concern and in a surprisingly soft tone, as he handed the glass of water to the stranger. The stranger took the glass and gulped it down quickly, taking a few breaths to calm himself down, all the while Gokudera watching with worry.

The stranger smiled, as if saying thank you. Gokudera blushed as bright red as soon as he saw that angelic smile on the stranger's face. He shook his head and smiled. It was small but it was filled with respect and gratefulness. "No…" he whispered. "I should be the one thanking you" said Gokudera as he looked at the stranger's face. The stranger tilted his head with imaginary question marks popping up out of nowhere, making Gokudera blush. "Thank you for accepting me"

The stranger's eyes widened before breaking out in a wide grin that can power most of Italy for months. And sweet Namimori, the hormones coming out of this boy was too much too handle as rainbows, flowers and unicorns popped up out of nowhere with complete sparkles and wedding bells at the background. Gokudera doesn't think he can handle the cuteness anymore. 'Too cute!' he screamed in his mind… that is until he forgot that he still didn't introduce himself nor did the stranger as he blushed, in embarrassment in this time.

Gokudera laughed sheepishly as he scratched his cheek with his finger. "And… by the way, My name is Gokudera Hayato… what's yours?" he asked in amusement as he saw the boy blushed thirty different shades of pink. Gokudera would have laughed but he just stifled his laughter by biting his tongue. The boy glared as Gokudera laughed out loud. Didn't the boy know his glare looked more like a pout? Oh no, his stomach is killing him.

The boy huffed as he grabbed a sketch pad and pen, then wrote on it. Gokudera watched as the boy wrote something on the paper and figured out that the boy didn't talk as much. He frowned. He liked hearing that melodic voice come out of those sweet, luscious, pink, lips- wait, wait, wait. He shook his head with a blush. What was he thinking. 'It must be the heat.. yeah it's just the heat' Oh Gokudera. And I thought you were a genius. It's snowing outside you idiot.

The boy finished writing and showed the sketch pad to him. 'Silvio Cielo. Nice to meet you, Gokudera-kun! I hope we can become good friends!' It said as Gokudera's eyes softened. He looked up the smiling face of the boy and his eyes softened even more. 'Yeah… Good friends' he thought as he looked at the smiling face again. 'I'd like that a lot'

END

And done! The next update will be next weekend… or maybe if I have time somewhere around this week! You see I have the Christmas exams coming up next week and I need to study for Business, Science, Music, History, Irish, French, English, Maths… and all the other subjects there is that I'm not bothered to remember! All I know is that there's twelve subjects… meh..

If you're all wondering what Irish is, it's a language here in Ireland. I don't really understand it much… ehehe…

Eg… Ni raibh cios cas na cathu orm- I had not a care in the world…. Yeah and I have to learn this.

Pronunciation: Nee rev kios cause naw cohu orm. Hard right?

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