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Yoru: And on to the next chapter!
Kuronue: Notes – Renne means reindeer in Italian, and Clausola is Italian for "Clause." Yes, he's a freak.
Marcio and Brutus came in, followed by several other big men.
"Okay, I'll get th' silver," Brutus chuckled, unlocking Gokudera's chains and throwing the unconscious boy over his shoulder. Yamamoto growled low in his throat, and Tsuna thought he was going to break the ropes. He could feel the baseball player's blood on his hands – Yamamoto had struggled so much that he'd broken the skin on his wrists.
"Look at 'im. This'n must be 'is," Brutus laughed, patting Gokudera's bottom. Yamamoto's eyes flashed with what Tsuna could swear was red.
"I will kill you," he snarled, voice calm and yet feral. Brutus chuckled weakly and backed away, carrying Gokudera out of the car. The other men grabbed Yamamoto and Tsuna's arms, swiftly untying them. That was their first mistake.
Yamamoto was on them like a wild lion, kicking and punching without a care for his own wounds. Tsuna could only gape as they fell back, circling him carefully. He'd never seen Yamamoto so angry. More men came pouring out of the other cars as though on cue, joining the circle. Yamamoto put his fists up.
"Gaaaaah!"
Yamamoto's head swung around at Gokudera's voice in pain. Hands already cuffed behind him, Gokudera was being forced to stand on his tiptoes by Brutus, who had a hold of his hair again. A gun was shoved up against his throat brutally, and the cries of pain coming from behind his clenched teeth were enough to freeze the baseball player.
"They won't shoot him!" Tsuna yelled, but Yamamoto's temporary freeze was enough. The other men were on him, holding him down and cuffing his hands behind him. Tsuna closed his eyes tightly – that had been their only chance. There was a van waiting for them, and the four of them were tossed in the back. Tsuna tested his handcuffs, but they were tight and secure. He noticed that Hibari's hands were cuffed behind him as well, even though he was still unconscious. These Renne were taking no chances with the powerful Guardian.
Yamamoto was at Gokudera's side as quickly as he could shuffle over on his knees.
"Hayato!"
"Takeshi, I told you," Gokudera murmured, sighing softly. Yamamoto lay down beside him, completely ignoring Tsuna.
"You did, but I don't care! You're not a weakness!"
"Takeshi, you were fighting and you stopped because he had a gun to my throat when you knew he wouldn't kill me!" Gokudera was about to say more, but when the van started moving, he was rolled into the wall. Yamamoto, unable to stop himself, rolled on top of him.
"Fuck! Ow!" Gokudera hissed as Yamamoto landed on his wounds. The baseball player pushed himself off as quickly as he could.
"Shit! I'm sorry, Hayato! I just…I love you, you know? I knew he wouldn't kill you, but still!"
Tsuna's eyes widened as Yamamoto kissed Gokudera gently. He'd thought the bomber would try to pull away, but Gokudera's eyes slipped closed and when they parted, there was a distinct sound of mutual closure.
"Takeshi…"
"I couldn't let him keep hurting you," Yamamoto whispered, nestling beside Gokudera carefully so that he wouldn't roll on top of him. Tsuna was burning with questions, but he decided to let them wait until a better time. Yamamoto and Gokudera were now talking in low voices, staring into each others' eyes like there was no one else in the world, much less the van. As the van began to slow down, Tsuna heard Gokudera's voice get a little louder.
"You let them take me, and you don't fight. You hear me?"
"But…" Yamamoto's voice was plaintive.
"Promise me that you'll take care of yourself and the Tenth. He needs your protection way more than I do," Gokudera murmured, nodding at Tsuna. Tsuna nodded back mutely, remembering that Gokudera would in all likelihood be taken from them upon arrival. The bomber opened his mouth to say more, but the van doors were opened and they were all grabbed roughly.
"Blindfolds," Marcio ordered. Tsuna gritted his teeth as a black cloth was tied over his eyes. He let himself be dragged along more hallways than he could possibly count. He lost track of time as they went, but was eventually pushed to his knees. The blindfold was removed, and he found himself in what seemed to be a massive medieval throne room.
There were mounted reindeer heads all over the walls, staring lifelessly at him. He shuddered, trying to focus more on the lush red carpet and ornate throne directly in front of him. On the throne sat a very handsome, rather young man with curly blonde hair. The man clapped languidly, smirking in way that Tsuna did not like at all.
"Bravissimo, boys. You've brought me some fine catches here." He stood and approached Tsuna, who straightened up. He was going to look like a Mafia boss if it killed him.
"Who are you?" he asked, keeping his voice steady with courage he hadn't known he possessed.
"Alas, my name is not something I bandy around, but you may call me Clausola," the man chuckled, patting Tsuna on the head as though he were a small child. Tsuna saw with horror that the boss's eyes were already fixed on Gokudera.
"Is this one mine?" He went to the bomber, whose head was jerked back by his hair. Clausola smiled slowly as Gokudera's startlingly green eyes bored into his blue ones.
"Perfect. He's perfect," Clausola murmured, slipping his hands into the shoulders of Gokudera's open button-up shirt and sliding it down his bound arms. The bomber's eyes widened as Clausola's hands traced the contours of his shoulders gently.
"Stop it!" Tsuna snarled, struggling. Clausola only laughed and ripped open Gokudera's tank top without a word.
"My, my. Someone occasionally visits the gym." Clausola touched Gokudera's exposed chest, eyes flashing with lust. Gokudera's eyes were shut tightly, and Tsuna could see him shaking as Clausola's hands slid down his chest and stomach. Yamamoto was already losing it, fighting hard enough that he had to be held down by three men.
"STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!" Tsuna yelled, eyes wide as Clausola's hands deftly flipped open the catch on Gokudera's pants. He was ignored as the other boss unzipped his friend's jeans and pushed his hand inside.
"Gah!" Gokudera arched, trying to move away from the invading hand.
"He is so perfect. I don't think I've ever been more pleased about anything in my life." Clausola's hand went around the back, gently groping Gokudera's bottom.
"LET HIM GO! LET HIM THE FUCK GO, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!" Yamamoto screamed, a fourth man having come to help restrain him. Clausola completely ignored the spectacle, so wrapped up was he in exploring his newest acquisition.
"Let's find out how you are down here," he sang. Tsuna couldn't see what he did, but Gokudera gasped loudly and then bit his lip hard.
"Hmmm? Not a virgin at all. A shame, but hardly a detriment to you." Clausola pulled his hand out of Gokudera's pants, putting a finger in his mouth as he went back to his throne. Tsuna looked over at Yamamoto, but the baseball player was hardly paying attention to him. His eyes were fixed on Gokudera, whose eyes were still tightly closed.
"Well, we all know where the beautiful silver is going," Clausola chuckled. There was a round of appreciative chuckles from the assembled men, and Tsuna felt sick.
"Please don't do this! Don't take him!" he begged, feeling very much like the child he was and less like a Mafia boss. It was all just too much.
"Begging hardly becomes us, Vongola Decimo. Now. You will go to the kitchens, and the fighter over there will go to the entertainment area. I hear you're an avid baseball player, Rain Guardian, and I'm excited to see you play."
"Not on your life, you fucker," Yamamoto hissed, not taking his eyes off of Gokudera. Clausola laughed.
"Oh, but you will. You'll see. Anyway, as for the unconscious one, he will of course be going to the arena. I've heard many tales of his fighting prowess." Clausola clapped, and the boys were dragged to their feet. Yamamoto fought his captors hard, but four men were too many for him. Tsuna felt himself being dragged to the left, but he could see Gokudera being pulled to the right.
"Seraph for the silver first, boys. Brutus did a number on him," Clausola called.
"HAYATO! HAYATO!" Yamamoto screamed, eyes wide.
"Takeshi! Take care of him!" Gokudera was dragged off, fighting as hard as Yamamoto. Clausola smiled widely and approached Yamamoto, who growled.
"Hayato, eh? Well, now I'll know what to call my beautiful prize. Would you happen to be his lover, by chance? Perhaps the one who stole his precious virginity from me?"
Yamamoto spat in his face. Clausola sighed softly, wiping it off with a sad look on his face. Without another word, he punched Yamamoto across the face. The baseball player slumped in his captor's hold, gasping.
"Another like that will break your jaw. I would watch myself if I were you." Clausola's voice had not lost its pleasantness, but there was an edge of steel. Tsuna could only watch the exchange, feeling like he was about to cry. Clausola turned to him.
"Now, young Vongola Decimo, I don't want you taking all of this too personally. I have the utmost respect for Vongola Nona, but I really just want to be rid of all of you. Don't worry about your Storm Guardian; I'll take the best care of him. Seraph is the best healer in all of the Mafia, and I'm just gentle as a lamb."
Judging from the blood trickling from Yamamoto's lips, Tsuna had doubts about that. But he just nodded, not sure what else to do. Clausola clapped again, and they were dragged away.