Summary: A Bianchi-overdose, a deranged Gokudera and a pleased Yamamoto taking advantage. Poor Gokudera…or poor Tsuna, who has to watch and take care of everything.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters for KHR, nor the background concepts, the story—anything. They all belong to…that Akira guy? (Too lazy to look it up)
Warnings: deliberate OOC-ness and concepts bordering on…crack, is it called? And mild shonen-ai (more one-sided than anything, really).
[Lately…]
Lately, Gokudera had been just a little bit quieter than his usual jubilant albeit violent self, Sawada Tsunayoshi noted.
He didn't exactly know how it was actually a problem, but the feeling wasn't right without him taking drags out of his cigarette in that laidback manner and bombing others who seemed to hold the annoyance of an irksome fly around their group.
It was scary. Maybe not scarier than the whole future arc period they went through and the deal with the Shimon family thing, but it was still pretty fricken' scary.
The most significant difference was neither the violence nor the absence of the pack of cigarettes; it was the threats. Seriously; where were the hourly threats to Yamamoto nowadays?
Yamamoto stretched his arms up before placing them behind his head. "Ahh~! Good weather today, isn't it?"
"Oh god, shut up…" muttered Gokudera as the three of them walked towards Namimori High School much like they did in Junior High.
"Now, now, it's not good to be so cranky in the mornings, Gokudera!" remarked Yamamoto, brushing off the laser-beam glare the Storm guardian was piercing him with. "And I suggest you pick up a new thing to love too instead of smoking cigarettes all day."
"What I do is of no concern to you, bastard!"
Yamamoto laughed off the never-ending curses the silver-haired boy threw at him and Tsuna saw Gokudera shift just slightly in discomfort.
'What was that?' thought Tsuna. It was strange enough that he had said the previous "shut up" and "bastard" without a caps lock and an exclamation mark riding with them, but now he was…nervous? Around Yamamoto? Sure, Gokudera did acknowledge Yamamoto as a trusted comrade-in-arms—working together in the mafia for four years did that to people—and Yamamoto considered himself the unofficial-official partner of the unofficial-official right-hand man of the Vongola Decimo, but never did Gokudera look so…unnerved by the taller boy's presence.
Annoyed, yes. Grudging respect, yes.
Nervous like a middle school boy surrounded by girls?
Gokudera?
Tsuna just wished things would feel right again.
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But no.
God never liked him in the first place; he should have never even hoped. Sawada Tsunayoshi, despite having helped rescued everyone and returning everyone back to the past and settling a long, long family feud, he was welcomed with this:
A passed out Gokudera in the school nurse's place…if you can really count the perverted Dr. Shamal as a nurse.
.
"Gokudera-kun, my mum told me to give you this; it's a bentou."
"Wah―? For me?" the Italian transfer exclaimed in shock. Tsuna nodded, smiling.
"We made it together yesterday; Gokudera-kun doesn't ever seem to eat much healthy homemade food, so we thought―"
By now, Gokudera was practically crying, unwrapping the obentou box. "I'm overjoyed-su! I will definitely eat―!"
And then there was silence.
.
'Why didn't I realize that the competitive Bianchi would have swapped the lunches?' Tsuna's mind screamed in dismay, hands gripping the sides of his head.
Gokudera had eaten the lunch―tears of a different sort shining in his eyes then―against his better judgment in order to not hurt his boss's feelings…just as Bianchi had come into the room and hugged him, saying something like that was the first time (apart from the time when he was 6 at his piano recital) he ate her food willingly. Gokudera had doubled up with horror and fell unconscious immediately, twitching.
Sometimes, he wished that Gokudera wasn't so freakin' loyal―it'd be better for the both of them, that's for sure.
"He doesn't seem to be waking up…" commented Tsuna in a horrified squeak. At 17 years of age, it appeared the older the silver-haired boy got, the worst his condition came to be around his sister instead of better.
Whoever said Time Healed Everything was a jerk who didn't know shit.
"Don't worry― remember; once he didn't wake up for several hours at my place!" said Yamamoto as though what he said was assuring. "Give everything a little time, care and love and they'll be back on their feet―"
Tsuna gave him a pointed look and promptly jabbed a finger over at Gokudera's bedside, where an overly-concerned Bianchi sat, trying to make her brother open his eyes and look at her.
A split second pause rested before Yamamoto merely grinned (albeit nervously) and jovially remarked , "There's always exceptions!" His ringing laugh made the 17 year old Vongola Decimo worry even more.
"You guys should go back to class―we will handle Gokudera," stated Reborn.
'We' consisted of Bianchi (who was still trying to get her brother to look at her), Shamal (who was eying Bianchi's leather-clad rear) and Reborn (who was clipping in a new magazine in his well-used gun). Tsuna's anxiety skyrocketed.
"I-I think I'll stay…!"
Reborn aimed his gun at Tsuna's head with an innocent smile. "Tsuna, the clock is ticking."
He cocked the gun just for good measure.
Petrified, Tsuna allowed himself to be dragged by a laughing Yamamoto, saying goodbye and asking them to inform him of Gokudera's revival. Reborn holstered his gun before glancing at Gokudera and then at the door in which the two had left from.
"The unity of the Family shall further increase," he smiled knowingly.
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"What? Gokudera still hasn't woken up?"
The two classmates walked down the path to school this time with the absence of Gokudera and his cigarette smoke, much to their unease. The day was sunny and fresh―a perfect day for a walk, and yet the silver-haired teen was not with them and had reportedly been staying at the school overnight.
Tsuna nodded worriedly. "Yeah, that's what Reborn said…"
Yamamoto contemplated for a while, a frown on his face. "I see. Let's go check up on him after class―maybe he'll be awake then, huh?"
"Yeah," smiled Tsuna weakly. "I think the triple-shock he received yesterday was a bit too much to handle."
That was the understatement of the year.
Bianchi's face + Bianchi's food + Bianchi's loving hug = Gokudera Hayato's life expectancy – 30 years.
After an uneventful class with students wondering where the genius delinquent Gokudera was, Tsuna and Yamamoto had left straight after the bell to the nurse's office. Unfortunately, Gokudera was still not yet awake, and was laid in the bed in the exact same position as the day before. The only sign of life was the periodic twitch of his eyebrow. As Yamamoto seated himself on the bedside chair, Tsuna turned to Shamal for an explanation.
"I really don't know," the doctor had said, leaning back on his chair, bored. "But I don't think there's anything to worry about when it comes to his physical health."
And so they waited once again.
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The next day, Sunday…
"D-DISASTER!"
Yamamoto, who had been at the batting centre without much success (sick friends tended to distract him), turned and saw a devastated Tsuna, looking like the apocalypse just came.
"W-what it is, Tsuna?" he asked, more than a little startled.
"G-Gokudera-kun is awake!"
"Eh?"
"But―"
"Explain later, let's go!" said the taller boy, grabbing his arm and dragging him as they ran to the school.
"Yamamoto―" Tsuna huffed out.
"Yeah?"
"Don't―" They raced around a corner, "Go", Yamamoto expertly dodged a car, "Near him!" he gasped out. 'It's scary, really scary!'
They burst through the doors of the office. Tsuna slumped to the ground exhausted while Yamamoto stood there motionless. Shamal appeared to be nowhere― eying the knocked over chair and scattered papers, it looked like the doctor made a run for it, though for whatever reason he was not sure. Reborn merely stared ahead, expressionless. His answered lay in front of him, just behind the curtains surrounding the bed which gave patients their much needed privacy. Yamamoto approached and parted them to the side.
"Yamamoto, NOOOOO!" he heard Tsuna dramatically cry from behind him.
He suddenly felt a pair of cold but smooth hands touch the sides of his face as Yamamoto stared down into familiar green eyes.
"Wow, you're pretty cute!" he heard before suddenly he felt somebody plant one on him.
Tsuna fainted.
A/N: A fic I wrote on whim years and years ago; it's short, pointless and rather stupid—just for laughs (hopefully) and to keep my fingers busy typing back then. It's mild OOCYamaGoku since I had that pairing forced on me back then via a crazy Reborn fanatic of a friend. Two more chapters of OOC Gokudera. :D
Leave me your thoughts if it made any impression. (But don't mention plot, since there isn't really anything epic, as previously stated).