Hey! I'm re-writing this story from my first time writing it in my old account : LM.C4eva

So please enjoy and tell me what you think!

Its kind of an Alternate Universe thingy. Means, no Mafia 8( oh well ((and for those of you who complain about it every time, just for you, IM PUTTING AT THE BEGENNING OF THE CHAPTER!)) and I have spell-check now! Whoot! And about my spelling, when I was little I went to a school that said "Spell it however you want to, it will be fine" I don't do that any more, and I have learning disabilities and shit like that. So don't complain on that stuff, I'm trying to get over it okay. Its still hard.

Also, don't complain on what color I describe Gokudear's hair! SILVER AND GRAY ARE ALMOST THE SAME COLOR! GET OVER IT! ITS MY STORY, AND THAT'S HOW I WRITE IT! WHITE HAIR, IS ALLEN WALKER FROM DGM NOT GOKUDERA! So yeah, thank you!

WARNINGS: OOC characters, yaoi, abuse, AU ((no complaining -glares at people who have complained- ))

Parings: hinted 8059, so far

I don't own the characters, if I did, I think KHR would be more of an 8059 story only xD

Enjoy!

Ch. 2

"See you later Tsuna." Yamamoto chuckled as he picked up the still asleep young gray haired boy. He pulled his coat out of his bag and wrapped it around Gokudera.

Tsuna looked up at Yamamoto and smiled. "Okay, see you tomorrow Yamamoto-kun." He giggled softly as he watched the two of them walk away.

Yamamoto walked down the street he studied Gokudera's face. Seeing soft traces of bruises across his face. Tilting his head Yamamoto softly leaned down and kissed his forehead.

Making his way down the street, he stepped in front of a large house and sighed, reaching out he knocked on the door. Waiting for someone to answer the door. He shifted when he heard a large curse as someone opened the door.

A large man, he looked slightly like Gokudera. His hair was parted, an weird mustache, a large stomach, and one of those slanted eyes. Yamamoto stared at the man, tilting his head. Not quite sure what to think of him.

"What do you want?" The man glared at him. He looked over Yamamoto then at Gokudera, his eyes narrowing. "Why do you have him?" he hissed.

"Um. He fell asleep." Yamamoto softly replied, handing Gokudera over to the male. Maybe he always looks like that? Maybe he's happy… he didn't really want to believe that Gokudera's father was angry to see him. But what if he was?

"Hand him over." The older man said, holding out his arms for Gokudera. Yamamoto slowly handed Gokudera over to his father. Not really wanting to, but not wanting to get in trouble, or get Gokudera in more trouble than he might be.

Yamamoto shifted his weight from foot to foot then turned on his heel and left. Rubbing the back of his head, trying to process what had happened. What was going on, what would happen to Gokudera. Or if he was just imagining it.

Gokudera blinked away. A faint pain pressing against his chest. He looked around where he was. I'm not outside? he wondered. Looking up as his eyes slowly came to focus. And he froze. Looking up he saw his father who glared at him.

"Why did that boy bring you home?" His father hissed at him.

"I-I don't kn-know." He whispered as another sharp blow landed against his stomach.

"Don't lie to me." he hissed, hitting Gokudera again. Rougher this time.

"S-sorry I-I c-came home e-early." He whimpered, shaking badly, trying to hide from his father.

The larger Gokudera ((A/N: dad)) grabbed the boys ankle and pulled him towards him. His eyes narrowed so they just looked like small slits on his face.

Finally giving up Gokudera just let his father do whatever. He didn't want to fight it, because the more he fought the harder his father would go. The more noise he let out, the longer his father would go to get a bigger reaction until he couldn't talk, or walk, the next day.

Yamamoto sighed when he got home. He looked at his father and smiled.

"Ah! Takeshi, how was school today~!" The cheery man smiled, handing his son a plate of sushi. Yamamoto smiled at his dad.

"It was pretty good. I had to take Gokudera home, cos he fell asleep. Then Tsuna and I hung out after school until he had to go cos Haru chased him down the street trying to get him to try on some sort of dress? I don't know why? But yeah." he chuckled and eat the sushi his father had given him.

"Sounds… a dress?" His father tilted his head.

"Yeah. I'm not sure?" He shrugged and looked at his dad. "Can I have them over tonight?" He wondered.

The older Yamamoto thought for a moment and nodded. "Yeah. Why not." He smiled at his son.

"Thanks dad." Yamamoto smiled, finished his sushi and rushed up to his room.

Looking around the baseball cluttered room he smiled.

Yamamoto slid onto his bed and pulled out his phone and dialed Gokudera's number. I hope I didn't get him in trouble. His dad seemed so angry. Is that why he was so bruised up. But his dad didn't seem the time? Maybe he just fell. But when? I would have seen. The three of us are usually together. Unless he did it after he got out of the shower and fell on the w-

"Hello?" A soft broken voice came from the phone.

"Gokudera?" Yamamoto mumbled, looking at his phone. Wondering why Gokudera was being so quiet. "You okay?"

Tears collected in Gokudera's eyes. "ye-yeah. What did you need? And thanks for taking me home." He said into the phone, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. Pulling out some of his sisters makeup and started to cover a few of the already forming bruises.

"My dad said you and Tsuna can come over tonight. Do you want to?" He wondered, laying down on his bed. Looking over at his side table that sat next to his bed and smiled. It was a picture of the three of them at the festive their school held last year. Looking closer at it, at Gokudera he tilted his head. A dark bruise was visible on his thin neck, a few scars sat next to it on his chest. Shaking his head he stared again. What did that…

"Yeah. That sounds good. I'll be over soon." Gokudera mumbled, and hung up the phone. Placing it down on the counter he stared to shake. It hurt to stand up and hurt even more to talk, to think. He hated it.

"O-" Yamamoto paused, sighing softly. "He hung up…" He pouted then laid back. Dialing Tsuna's number.

TBC.

Whoot chapter 2~

Told you guys I was going slower. I'm not really wanting to write a lot for this chapter.

Cos if I do, it wont stop xD

So yeah!

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