"Yamamoto… let's turn back. NOW."
"Nee, Dera, we're almost there okay?" Yamamoto laughed.
"BUT…" Gokudera was wondering how he ended up in Yamamoto's bridal style carrying again. It was getting quite irritating, considering how he really enjoyed it. Saying he just wanted to make sure he won't fall to his death was an obvious excuse for him to cling onto the prince tightly. Gokudera really loved it, but of course, being too full of pride, he refused to convey anything.
For now, Yamamoto was injured. So he shouldn't strain himself too much from all the climbing. With her weight upon the prince's arms, he focused on the sky ahead, threading step by step precariously over the mossy rocks. Yamamoto occasionally slipped slightly over the lose ones, when they would just crumble to the ground far below. It was totally worth it, since he got to feel how Dera's breathe hitch. Dera needed protection from being scared, and the prince was dopey-blissful that he was there for her.
"Hey Dera it's okay. So can you at least squeeze me a little more lightly? I'm going to go out of breathe. ^^" To which she complied without complain, still kind of awkward about her unconscious mistake she made. Gokudera couldn't care about himself now. Yamamoto was still badly injured, so further causing him to become out of breathe was bad enough. Gokudera felt his head pound. For some reason, he got angry.
"TAKESHI LET'S GO HOME!" He complained furiously. The prince was too busy concentrating on his climb to notice the tears at the corner of her eyes. Yamamoto… can't you see? You're INJURED. Don't go risking some more bones of yours just because you want to bring me somewhere. Besides, where ARE we going? Why are you so enthusiastic about taking me where you want to go? I can't bear to get frustrated about your personal conditions, so let's go back. NOW.
The prince climbed on. As if it worked, Gokudera tried to hold his breath. Just maybe he'll make himself a little lighter. Yamamoto may seem fine, but he himself was well of his own conditions. He continued to endure the pain and climb.
By then Gokudera raised his head and watched the sky. It was really beautiful. Since it was almost twilight, the sky was a beautifully vibrant display of hues. A whirling, washing mix of blue, pink, yellow, orange, purple softened the sky. The silver haired bomber couldn't help but to feel slightly impatient. Is there where they we'll be going? Up there? If it was, then Gokudera was starting to wonder what he'll see up there…
Pushing through the wall of ferns , Yamamoto displayed a satisfied smile as the ferns gave way to a rather familiar entrance that he used WAY too long ago. Letting Dera go ever so reluctantly, he held her soft white hands and slowly travelled up. "Dera, we're here."
"About time, now you better make this stupid visit worth it, or I'm so not going to talk to…"
Gokudera paused.
Yamamoto grinned victoriously.
They stood on a cliff that was carpeted with tall soft wild grass. An invitingly soothing sea breeze greeted them as they gazed over the vast seashore and beyond infront of them, running across the short choppy hair of the prince and sending his princess's bangs whipping towards the back. It felt great, considering both of them were sweating from all trekking and all the running. Against the breathtaking sky, the sea was a flawless mirror, inheriting the very image of the sky above, the gentle waves lapping in a distance, and majestically roars as they crashed into the coastal rocks on the sandy shores below. Gazing far, Gokudera found the sun dangling low in the sky, its edge merely touching the tip of the horizon, bursting fiercely with the glaring flares of bold orange.
But the grand scene before them simply CANNOT be complete with what's directly infront them. Not just infront of them, they were all over the place, to their left, right, up, behind. The biggest flock of love birds as conquered the sunset as they flew from the front and then all over around the couple, their wings beating against their faces, feathers brushing past their arms. They first entered the mainland through the cliff they were both standing on. The air around them was filled with the fluffy colours of green and white from the fuzzy little fliers. Their sweet chirping as they merrily declared their arrival back home. It was really breathtaking, everything.
And… just as romantic.
The thought tinted Gokudera's cheeks with a pink hue. His first reaction to that thought was to look at Takeshi. His gaze rested upon the prince's face who was actually having his eyes on her all the time, as the scenery before him was not as attractive as Dera herself, his slight smile was so cute Gokudera thought he had the sudden urge to just lean forward and… kiss him. WOAH. What was the last thought again! Gokudera felt his cheeks turn a hundred shades of red. Maybe it was due to the love-filled tension building up between them. Irritated with himself, he covered his mouth (more of the blush) with his mouth, his gaze falling to the grass dyed by the warm orange glow of the sun.
"Dera…" Yamamoto said her name, even when he has not much of a reason. He just wanted to say it. It's a really beautiful name, Dera. It was useless, Yamamoto thought, you're whole face is red. He placed a palm slowly onto the side of her cheek, and she lifted her face to stare back with question, or rather to get lost in that cheerful gaze.
"Just as I thought, it's hot." Yamamoto laughed.
"… You are a bigger pervert than I thought." Gokudera was rather rude. But he just wanted to break the awkwardness between them, mocking him in a friendly manner. The chuckled that sounded like tinkling bells came again.
"…But still. This is all really unnecessary, really. If you haven't brought me here, then we're probably back already, before it gets dark." Gokudera said that as he looked left, staring at the setting sun. Takeshi looked down at her dim face that was illuminated by the orange glow. Somehow she looked troubled once again. Yamamoto hated that look, but he wondered what he could do to take it away.
"Dera why do you want to go back so badly?" Yamamoto tried to draw back her attention. To his surprise, Gokudera shot up and whipped around, looking at him with that rather frightened look. He started to panic. What did he just said? Did he make Gokudera feel bad again? Will she run away like how she did today in the treatment room? Will she cry?
Gokudera didn't know how to answer his question, now that he actually made such an odd reaction. Tell him the truth? And that he is actually worried of him and hoped he could get back home as soon as possible just to get some rest and take care of himself? No WAY. Gokudera, in a hurry, came up a substitute.
"I… I'm just hungry. That's all." Gokudera stammered. God was he a terribly liar or what?
Yamamoto sighed mentally in relief. So that's it. "Dera if you hungry then I'll find you something to eat!" He answered rather proudly. "Eh! Erm NO I…"
"It's okay Dera! Like I said, I promise to take care of you." Yamamoto grinned and gave her a peck on her forehead too quick for Gokudera to wonder if he really did. Gokudera called for him before he left him, but when he turned around, Yamamoto was already in a distance in a sprint. "… Idiot." Gokudera grumbled as he fell to his butt, the grass cushioning him once he made sure the prince was far gone. He lied down and stared up at the sky. The birds kept coming, flying, zipping, flitting. Gokudera admitted they are really sweet. Tentatively, he reached out into the sky and his fingers touch their soft belly of down feathers. Throwing his arms backwards, it was as if he was raising his hand while lying down. Just then, he heard two distinctive chirps by his ears. Turning around and folding his long silver locks, Gokudera found two love birds right before his eyes. Their little feet perched onto the grass, cocking their heads playing to the side, as if they were taking a good look at the unexpected visitor today.
"Hey," Gokudera greeted as he rolled to the side, watching them. He tried not to move much or even blink in case they fly off. But they stayed, and kept staring at the silver haired assassin with their beady eyes. One of them got bored (Gokudera guessed) and decided to hop off. The other followed, frantically flying over to catch up, making sure it didn't fly away. The bird that wanted to get away fought back slightly, and then left the chasing bird behind before it flew off. Gokudera watched in thoughtful silence as the bird that was left behind flew behind its partner in a rush, like fearing it would lose her.
"…" Why did Gokudera felt that the pair of fluffy birds were trying to convey a message to him? It somehow reminded him of him and Yamamoto. Was he constantly running away from the prince? And all these while, was he panicking while chasing behind him? It's not as if Gokudera hated him or anything. But Gokudera… he just needed some more time, to think.
"Yamamoto I love you." Gokudera sat up after a long time as he watched the sun setting behind the line that separated sky and sea. "I love you so much sometimes all the confusion just drives me into tears. Then you'll always be right there for me, and comfort me like you knew how I felt, and that you thought you understood me. I don't know how much more I have to feel such irritation cramped inside my head. Urgh… this is all stupid."
"Dera…"
Gokudera turned around like he snapped out of all his confusion. Turning around, he saw Yamamoto. His hands were cupped to contain some berries he held with most care. He heard everything, and he was lost for words.
"Dera you…" Yamamoto winced and as the berries rained to the floor like pearls. Once again Yamamoto fell to his knees and brought Gokudera into a tight embrace, forcing Gokudera to twist the top of himself to face the back. Tears slid down his back, much to Gokudera's shock, causing him to become speechless.
"…You came back fast,"
"I wanted to see Dera again."
Brief pause. Gokudera was forced to sit up as Yamamoto knelt infront of him, the desperate hug grew tighter.
"I love you too, just as much as you do," Yamamoto choked back his tears. "I wanted you to smile. I wanted to hear you laugh, to cheer you up. I'm sorry if I'm too stupid to realize this till now. I thought if I could brighten the moods of the people surrounding me, I could do the same to you. But… maybe I really don't understand you, no matter how much I want to. I…" Yamamoto couldn't carry on anymore, resting his forehead onto her shoulder. "Dera please forgive me." He felt terrible. How can he love and care for someone who he doesn't even understand? The thoughts of what Mukuro told him in his dreams just broken him down even more, her tears damping Gokudera's fair soft skin. Maybe he was an idiot after all.
"…Takeshi?" Gokudera haven't even heard of Takeshi crying. Gokudera had never seen Yamamoto cry so hard before. Just what did he say that made him so torn to bits? Gokudera had the prince's words replayed in his head. So…does that mean that Yamamoto he was… he was trying so hard to cheer him up all these time? Shit, that means it was HIS entire fault that Takeshi is cry right before his eyes? He just wanted to stop him from crying. It hurts enough for Gokudera to understand that the prince was already suffering physically, but now he was further worsening his condition.
The prince was now trembling beyond control in his arms, making the bomber to get slightly frantic. Gokudera could just imagine how hard Yamamoto was wincing at the other side. It made him really, REALLY furious with himself. Anger boiled within him as he had the sudden urge to murder himself. How could he do this to his Takeshi when he did NOTHING wrong? When all of these was entirely Gokudera's fault that he…
That he even fell for him. And that this forbidden love caused both them so much depression, and far too much tears. Gokudera hated to drag Yamamoto into his big mistake.
They parted from the hug rather harshly as the bomber pushed them apart. "Dera I…" Yamamoto's tear stained face made Gokudera sigh in annoyance. "Yamamoto shut up right now," And he grabbed the prince's collar, pulling him closer to kiss him fully on the lips. Yamamoto was surprised, but his sorrow turned into peace, and from peace it turned into love, deepening the kiss as his eyes slid shut under its captivating spell. Gokudera never knew he would miss the taste that the prince possessed. It was priceless, and he demanded more, forcefully leaning forward. Yamamoto removed his princess's hand from his collar as he lost balance, both of them falling to the ground, the tall grass hiding them into their own world. They continued to kiss each other passionately, desperate to explore each other's taste that only they knew about and no other.. When they finally parted, their hearts were pounding as they were their panted hard, their hot breath against each other's necks, both looking really red in the face due to the lack of air and they stared into his/her face, thinking just how beautiful they looked.
"Dera I love you," Yamamoto reached out to hug her tightly. "Takeshi I can't breathe…" Gokudera panted out loud. "Sorry," was his quick apology as he loosened up, holding the side of her slender waist. Gokudera just wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his face into his shoulder. "You're forgiven you big bastard. So don't leave me alone to face things by myself ever again. Even if you can't do anything about it, just be there for me is more than enough. Got that, idiot?"
Yamamoto stared at her, clearly blissful. "Of course Dera, I promise I'll never leave your side. And that whenever you need someone to talk to, you can just turn right around to look for me, for you and you only." Then he saw a hooked pinky infront of his princess's face. "So let's make a promise, okay?"
"Oi. Pinky swears are for girls."
"Aren't you one yourself?"
Oh yeah.
Promises are something rather something Gokudera despised. His father promised a happy family, people all over promised they'll let him in, have a job, and boast how good the pay is for so many years. Sometimes Gokudera found the world really unfair, and that no one will stop to tell the truth. In the end, Gokudera was blindly led into the dark forest of lies. He really hated it. But this time is different. It was the prince he was talking about, his first love. Yeah, he can trust him. Of course he could. Gokudera trusted Yamamoto as much as his love for him, since the first time they met, since their first kiss… HEY! Not again~ Gah. Memories can be a little irritating sometimes. Because some just REFUSE to go away, not that Gokudera want that particular one to.
But of course Gokudera still refused to do the pinky swear. Yamamoto smiled in defeat and kissed her quickly on the cheek before she could react. "Deal." Yamamoto said confidently. For the sake of her, Yamamoto could trust himself to fulfill his promise, and he WILL.
"… Hmph," Gokudera sighed and smiled sadly, slightly back up at the prince who held her at her waist. It's really great to feel loved and to have someone to trust, someone who won't break their promises. Yamamoto's eyes widened in indescribable joy. Dera she…
"DERA~!"
"Wait WHAT! HEY GET OFF ME! OUFF HEY YOU'RE HEAVY AT THE TOP!"
Even if I tried my best to hate you, and try to leave you, it's really hard for me, and I know it would be the same for you. So maybe for now, just for now, I'll allow myself to fall in love. Too bad it probably won't last. And that as much as I yearn for you, there's bound to be a time when we'll never see each other ever again.
Gokudera remembered a lesson he learnt from the past few years of experience. The more you want something, the more it slips away from you.
Sure enough, the cheerful grand sight of the vast sky that stretched above them didn't last as long as Gokudera wanted it to be. "Too bad it's gone now…" "Eh?" Yamamoto smiled at her, "But only because it's really just within such a small fraction of time, that's why it's precious and pretty rare to catch. I'm glad we actually made it on time."
Dark blue ink spilt over the sky, over the soft colours of the sunset. The sun has been long gone, and the setting switched from the previous beautiful twilight to the mysterious night, full of stars. Yamamoto was sitting behind Dera, who told him that she wanted some time alone. Yamamoto then let her go, who thankfully only sat just a metre infront.
She may be staring at the starry night sky, but there's more than how beautiful the sky looked in her mind. Yamamoto could tell how she wasn't moving, just looking up, staring almost blankly. If he could, he could have went forward, hug her, kiss her, ask her what's wrong. But Dera wanted her own space for now. So Yamamoto itched just sitting there as if he was stationed there. Typical of him, since he was used to being alone. Having one's company is the weird one, not the being alone. Gokudera was just once again poundering over all his questions, unconsciously dragging himself into his abyss of darkness. Maybe it was true: that thinking too much puts one into a bad mood. Gokudera was too disturbed to even admire the beautiful starry night sky.
Something touched her head.
Gokudera looked up high, he saw Yamamoto bending over to smile at her. Gokudera just wanted to complain that he wanted some time alone when he felt what the prince left on his head. He took down and looked at what he had taken. It was floral head wreath. Bluebells, which can be conveniently found all around them, were woven into it. Gokudera saw Yamamoto grinning with satisfaction. Great. First he had to deal with wearing dresses and gloves and high heels, and now a girly looking head decor. "Thanks Takeshi but I don't need this."
"Aw. Don't be like that! ^^" Yamamoto grinned as he slung an arm around her shoulders. "I think it looks really cute on you." What was he saying? His princess looked great just the way she was. Gokudera tried to defend himself. But somehow he ended losing to the prince's puppy face and sweet sounding pleas, for he sat docilely to allow him to rest the laurel back into place, unfolding some locks of her hair that got tangled, smelling them. The familiar peculiar smell of gunpowder vanished, and in replacement was the natural smell of the sea, bluebell flowers and dirt. Her princess couldn't look any less amused.
Soon it began to drizzle, and then pour. The two decided that it was about time to leave anyway. As they dashed through the rain, Gokudera kept cursing about how terrible and unpredictable the weather always was. Yamamoto was, for some reason not comprehendible, was laughing all the way. They didn't stop their dash hand in hand till they went back to Jirou, who was obediently waiting under the tree without its letch on, just as what Yamamoto told it to do. It was then when Gokudera remembered that that horse was probably once a dog before resurrected in its next life or something. With a hand in the prince's, Gokudera mounted Jirou first. Soon Jirou brought the two back home with the fastest speed he could reach, its hooves sending puddles flying as they hit the ground and lifted, the animal running through the curtains of the showers through the tall wheat fields. It was already 9 when they returned to the mansion safely.
"Damn it why must it be so cold?" Gokudera grumbled in a grouchy mood as he got off the horse before the prince could help her. As soon as the word 'cold' left her mouth, Gokudera sneezed as a massive shiver was sent from head to top. What the heck? It was as if Gokudera just bathed in a massive shower of ice. He rubbed his nose with a finger.
"Dera did you catch a cold?" Yamamoto asked as he got off, patting the side of Jirou. The young conqueror of the plains shook its head and sending the freezing rainwater flying all over the place. Yamamoto was glad at least the stable had a fireplace to keep the surroundings warmer than what they've gone through just now. Being well-built, the massive downpour was nothing to the strong prince. He just need to give himself a towel down and then he's alright. This was the first time he was dealing with a girl, and that she may have fallen sick. Yamamoto hoped it is nothing serious.
Gokudera didn't feel good. Recently, he has been worrying, crying and thinking too much he only had so much energy to pass a day peacefully. But now he felt himself rather warm inside, freezing and shivering all over. Through tired eyes, he saw Yamamoto approaching him, looking really worried. Did he look pale? Or maybe he's on the verge of passing out.
"Yama…" was the last thing that left her when she closed her eyes out of exhaustion. "Ah." Yamamoto didn't have the time to catch her from her fall. Thankfully she fell backwards onto a soft pile of hay stack safely, sending small frays of straw flitting. Smiling as usual, Yamamoto draped his coat over her, as if she was wearing a hooded cloak. "… I don't need this, honest," Gokudera said meekly, struggling to keep awake. Yamamoto squatted infront of her who was sitting on a haystack. "It's okay. You can keep it. Besides, I think you need this more than I do." Gokudera looked down at the velvet coat.
"Dera let's go back. I'll carry you."
"I can walk."
"But you can barely stand, it's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed about, really," If Gokudera still had the energy, this argument may turn into a debate. Gokudera nodded ever so slightly, trying to forget the obvious warm burning inside him. Yamamoto just leaned over to sweep her up to her feet, carried her close for her to receive some body warmth, kissing her forehead.
The prince went down the tall and wide hallways that were humbly hit with the chandeliers. It was really dark out, Yamamoto looked out of the tall windows. The downpour of raindrops pelting persistently against the glass, and the prince heaved a sigh of relief as the sudden loud crash of lightening and roar of thunder could be heard. Turning down the corridor, the prince made his way back into his guestroom. (this IS Tsuna's place.)
Opening the door, Yamamoto wondered if he remembered to turn off the lights. His eyes travelled around his luxurious bedroom, and his eyes rested upon two people, causing him to be quite surprised, but at least once he found out who they were, Yamamoto relaxed.
It was just Tsuna and his butler, Kyoya.
"Yo!" He grinned, at the same time his shorter friend and 10th boss of the Vongola Kingdom looked up, clearly relieved. "Yamamoto you're back! Man where have you been? Kyoya-kun and I were worried."
"Sorry, sorry ^^"
"Hey,"
"Yeah Kyoya?" Yamamoto turned to his faithful butler, who had been leaning against the corner of the room with his usual 'couldn't care less' attitude. Even to his master, his eyes never changed, solid and cold like metal, even his eyes were of the sharp serious colour of grey. Through the narrow eyes, Hibari spoke simply. "You're father wishes to see you,"
"Eh? Oyaji?" Yamamoto perked up in happiness. His father came down to see him, all the way from the Kingdom of Yakyuu? Yamamoto was just happy to learn that his father was close. "That old man of mine… my stay doesn't end until a week later, so why the rush? Missed his son? ^^"
"None of that." His butler said coldly as he stared into the rain outside from the window beside him. "Eh?" Takeshi wondered what that meant.
"Yamamoto… you're father said you have to meet a girl." Tsuna turned to the Prince of Blue, who only took so long to understand that he didn't hear things….
A… girl?
"You better go now. He told us that he want to see you at the Lounge of Ame. That's like… an hour ago. He may get upset with you for your lateness." Tsuna advised, smiling reassuringly at the prince. But the prince WASN'T smiling. "Then… how about Dera?" Yamamoto asked, clearly troubled and depressed. She was sleeping like a baby in his arms now, arms folded, hands close to her face, wheezing ever so silently through her small parted lips. Exhaustion has finally overtaken her fatigued body. "I can't just leave her alone…"
Tsuna looked around, trying to find a solution to the problem. Being a good and understanding friend, Tsuna has deduced a long time ago that Dera was someone really important to the prince, and it's in a sense of being more than just a friend. Not just that, the Tsuna now was more independent and dependable. He can carry out task while constantly considering the welfare of other people. He was no longer the dame dame Tsuna that people always used to tease and look down upon. "Eh how about Hibari stays back?" Tsuna tried. Ok so maybe he was still a little terrible at coming up with good ideas.
"I refuse." It came from the corner of the room, quite predictable.
The prince looked down ever so forlornly at Dera. "…" For his father to come down to the Vongola mansions so far away from homeland with…a girl, it wasn't going to be simple as a friendly little visit. Things just might get complicated. What happens if Dera wakes up to find him not around? And then only to find that things weren't just as it should be? Yamamoto didn't want to leave her side now, especially when she's feeling hot in the forehead.
"What are you waiting for you herbivore?"
Guess Yamamoto had not much of a choice.
Walking up, Yamamoto lowered her princess down to cover her up, blushing when Gokudera unconsciously reached for his pillow to hide her face into it, continuing to sleep soundly. Yamamoto smiled. He loved Dera, and he knew she does as well, even if she never said it when he did so many times. Maybe the prince was just thinking too much… hopefully. Tsuna watched his friend from the door, whose back facing him. Yamamoto clearly didn't feel like leaving.
"… Hey, Yamamoto, I'll excuse myself for tonight. Kyoya I think we should give them the time of their own…?" Tsuna sounded hesitant. Even princes are scared of such cold people like the Prince's butler. Tsuna sometimes wondered how Hibari got that job in the first place. Giving orders should not be a problem for him, since all he need to say is the order then add a 'or I'll bite you to death' at the back. That should be more than enough.
The butler kept his eyes glaring at Takeshi's 'princess', but Tsuna didn't really bother, since when was the last time Hibari didn't glare? Hibari was rather interested yet annoyed, but he kept the same expression, leaving with a humph behind Tsuna. "I'm sorry this has to happen to you…" Tsuna mumbled once he was outside of the room, leaving the two of them alone. After all, Tsuna knew what was going to happen.
"… Dera I'll be back okay?" Yamamoto leaned over to whisper into her ear. She rolled over with the pillow bent in her arms, sprawling across the mattress. Yamamoto laughed at her sleeping posture. She was really full of surprises.
"…" Something about her made the prince lean forward some more to give her a long kiss on his lips, a simple reassuring kiss for her to have sweet dreams. It was really hard trying not to get to immersed. "Just how long do you want your father to wait for you, herbivore?"
Yamamoto turned around, knowing who he was talking to. "Come on Kyoya, there's really nothing wrong with a goodnight kiss right?" His butler has been waiting outside all the time. "At such a precarious time of such, an idiot like you shouldn't be left alone."
"Huh? Kyoya that didn't make any sense,"
"Of course not, herbivores like you won't understand." Kyoya smirked dangerously. Yamamoto just grinned back, obviously dismissing it as a small matter. Standing back up he scratched the back of his head calmly. "Geez," He sighed as he jogged out of the room behind his butler who was strolling. Yamamoto gave a final turn to look back at his room. "I'll be back. So you wait for me."
With the help of his butler, Yamamoto was escorted outside the lounge. He stared up at the grand door in hesitant silence. Kyoya rolled his eyes as he pushed the door open to let him in. Without any options left, Yamamoto could only step in.
The lounge was grand and massive, the ceiling high above from the floor. It looked like a mini ballroom instead, well-decorated with Victorian antiques with the soft orange light illuminated the room from the chandeliers. Yamamoto saw two couches at the far end. He swallowed and took his time to go up to them.
"Oyaji…" Yamamoto greeted, slightly apologetic about his tardiness. His father wasn't angry with him, rather happy that he made it. "Ah, Takeshi!" He grinned and placed his hands on his son's shoulders. "Where have you been?" "I was spending time with someone." Yamamoto told the truth. His father didn't take that into consideration, just slapping his son in the back. "My boy, I would like to introduce to you to Mia Izumi," He grinned.
Mia was a really sweet young lady who was about his age as well. With neat dark blue hair with a straight fringe, her eyes were of the colour of black, with fair white skin. She appeared really well-mannered and humbly soft-spoken. "It's nice to meet you," She smiled really softly through her gentle large eyes. Yamamoto remained expressionless. There was nothing wrong about her, and Yamamoto didn't seem to despise her in anyway, in fact he seemed to like her, but not as much as he felt for Dera.
"A pleasure to meet you…" He politely bowed low to kiss the back of Mia's hand. After all, he was a prince.
Hours passed. Gokudera grew worried. The moment he found himself awakened he was once again left alone. He wondered where Takeshi could be at this hour. "Geez… then what's the point of wanting to stay here?" Gokudera complained. And not to forget the moment he woke up…. Damn it, it was just the prince's pillow. Why was it his pillow he was stubbornly hugging onto and not…
Gokudera looked down, he still had the coat with him, carefully put on by Yamamoto. Smiling, he held it close. When he put it down, his eyes travelled to the vast of flowers at the other side of the room. A vase of red ixoras.
That's how Gokudera ended up struggling over weaving with his clumsy fingers. "I don't get it! How did that idiot do it?" Gokudera fumbled with the stems, twining and twisting things all over. The flowers just refuse to stay in place, causing Gokudera to feel rather frustrated.
The door opened.
Gokudera heard it, and he hid the wreath before anyone could see it, then turning around just in time. The prince entered the room and closed the door slowly, silently behind him. He sighed sadly, wincing ever so slightly. Turning around, he saw Gokudera wide awake, a disappointed smile, but still a smile, across his face. "Dera."
"Yamamoto where have you been?" Gokudera felt quite stupid saying that. But it was true, where was he? He had the silver haired teen worried sick.
Yamamoto tried his best not to cry.
"Dera are you feeling better? I brought back some hot soup." Yamamoto lifted the bowl made of china. No wonder. Gokudera could smell the thick aroma of coriander and mushroom wafting around him. "Dera say 'ah~'" Yamamoto smiled, poking her lips with the soup filled spoon after he had carefully blew onto it. Blushing, Gokudera opened up to be spoon fed even thought he really didn't want to. Yamamoto wiped away some soup at the corner of her mouth with his fingers. "…"
Gokudera didn't understand. The Yamamoto he knew would start to laugh at him, commenting on how 'cute' he looked. Why… why did he look so upset with himself?
That simple meal lasted for some time. Both of them couldn't really concentrate for a certain reason. Yamamoto just kept feeding, Gokudera just kept eating, wondering why Yamamoto was still smiling even when he clearly was unhappy. Gokudera really wanted to ask, but somehow the words didn't came. Maybe it was because he was the one always being pitied that he didn't know how to pity others.
The spoon clicked against the bottom of the bowl. Gokudera received a goodnight kiss from the prince, sadly not on the lips but forehead, once he left the bowl by the bedstand. The prince sat down by the bedside to hold her hands as she lied down into the covers. "Takeshi, that can't be comfortable… there's room enough for two here you know."
The prince laughed. "It's okay. I'll rather stay here. I can watch over you this way."
Lights off. The two settled in and tried to sleep. Tried, that is. Hours passed as the golden clock (the same one in chapt 1) ticked time away, and the prince hasn't budge, silently watching, as if there was so much to say but too little time. Gokudera couldn't help but to feel that the prince simply refused, or couldn't, join him under the warmth of the bed covers. The massive rain of that night subsided greatly, only discernable pittering against the glass window. The moon slowly revealed itself from behind the ash grey clouds, its moist warm light gracing through the window, spilling into the room, over the bed and across the bedroom floor. Gokudera hid half his face under the covers. The king size bed was far to vast and wide for the assassin alone that he wanted the company of his certain someone, right next beside him. Taking a silent deep breath, Gokudera mastered a whole lot of necessary courage to break the silence between them that lasted far too long. For starters, Gokudera didn't know what to say. So he said his name, immediately catching the prince attention. He felt kind of bad that Yamamoto was just on the verge of falling asleep and he had to break it for him.
"Yeah?"
"Takeshi... the next time. If it's okay with you... I don't really mind... that... we can spend more time together of such, just the two of us, where no one knows where we are. You... don't mind bringing us somewhere far away again..." Gokudera laughed the awkwardness away slightly. He felt confident, for certain reasons. Yamamoto smiled back, but inside, he felt THE WORST, trying frantically to catch the crumbling pieces of his heart that was falling apart. But what was the worst of it? The worst of what he had to see was her gentle laughter, completely oblivious of EVERYTHING. "...Shhh..." Yamamoto placed a finger on lips, silencing her. With his finger pressed softly against her lips, Gokudera felt this sudden heated gush overflowing him, stealing away his words and voice, his face blushing madly. Yamamoto smiled, or slightly grinned back. "Just go to sleep." Gokudera tried to fight back, or at least say that apparently he's 'not tired at all and wants to stay awake with you'. Once again with that signature puppy face of his, Gokudera surrendered and was tucked up like a child by Takeshi. He fell asleep shortly after he was given a 'reassuring smile'. "Takeshi you promise?"
"..." Yamamoto's fake smile hid his overwhelming sadness. "Yeah."
Deep into the night, Yamamoto couldn't sleep. He just watched over her, crying, apologizing.
YOSHI. I'm done with this chpt (eyes are bleeding, dun worry just a figure of speech). WHEEE~ I think I love this chpt the most~ Oh I have an author to recommend. She wrote my BDAY fanfiction of 8059~ Its called 'You're Enough'. go find her story, review it. and READ MORE OF HER AWESOMENESS, sadly the rest is mostly 8018 but still they're really nice! I hope you guys will like it~ ^^ will try to update some PLEASE I WANT MORE FOLLOWERS~ ^^ arrigato minna