Note: This is an OC. And I definitely don't own anything of KHR.

A hand clasped his arm, squeezing it tightly. He couldn't stop the cry of pain coming from his mouth, so he only averted his face from him. It was so like Gokudera, to know where to hurt.

The silver haired boy didn't release him; he just threw his cigarette on the floor and extinguished it with his foot. "What's with your arm?" he wondered, not expecting a truthful answer anyways.

"Nothing."

Just like expected, he knew Takeshi will say something numb like this. "Oh, really?" he replied sarcastically, rolling his sleeve up even though the boy was fighting him. But what he found all over his arm was something he didn't expect at all.

It was covered with scars, some bigger and deeper than the others. Gokudera winked, surprised as much as he could, and lowered his own hand. What was that supposed to mean?

Yamamoto corrected the sleeve again, watching the ground now. None of them felt like talking, an embarrassing and sort of painful silence fell in between them.

"Where," Hayato whispered, shock obvious in his voice, "did you get these?"

The baseball freak smiled lightly and brushed his arm again. "Training," he said, taking a deep breath. "It's nothing to worry about, they heal pretty fast. Reborn said… well, it's part of the thing."

Somehow, this didn't explain anything in Gokudera's opinion. He clenched his fists, his nails biting into the flesh of his palms. "What thing?" he demanded. What was it Yamamoto was hiding from him, and from everyone? What was he training with Reborn?

"It's really nothing," Takeshi insisted, forcing a grin on his face. "Really, Gokudera, you don't have to worry yourself over me."

He frowned at that. "And what about that dream of yours?" he fired out, startling his classmate. "That you want to win a championship in baseball. Is it not important enough, so you go and risk damaging your hands?"

Yamamoto winked dozen times, his jaw dropping. "How do you…know about that?" he managed to say.

A sudden rush of blood to his face, Hayato avoided his eyes. "It's…the Tenth had mentioned it…once," he muttered an explanation.

"Right, Tsuna had." He smiled lively and nodded couple times. "Yeah, that would be great. I can't wait to receive the champion's ring and all that. The trophy would also be great."

The bomber took a deep breath and faced him again confidently. "So why?" he asked, completely missing the point. When he was aiming for something like this, why would he go and let someone cut his hands on purpose? "Why are you risking that dream like that? What's making you, dammit? You're really an idiot!"

Being asked like that and accused of being an idiot again, Yamamoto clenched his teeth. It was usual, getting scolded by Gokudera. But this was way too emotional, and he had no right to criticize him. "You're making me!" he replied loudly, even though he didn't want to shout. But he shut the other boy up completely, so he could explain himself. "You-you were really bleeding back then. I know now. It's not a game. This is…deadly serious." He bit his lip and researched the floor under their feet. "I don't want to see you bleeding again. No one. I want to be part of the family, for real. So I need to…train myself."

"What are you?! Crazy?!" Gokudera grasped his collar and pushed him straight to a wall, ignoring the painful hiss of the dark haired. This attitude, this twisted way of thinking. Everything about Yamamoto was pissing him off. He gazed to his eyes almost deadly. "You're a fucking moron, really!" He pressed against the wall even more. "Do you think you can fight?! You?! You're too soft, too carefree and too stupid! The Vongola family is not a place for a weak and nice people like you, you moron!"

Takeshi didn't get it. What was wrong now? He thought Gokudera wanted him to take things seriously, to be strong and be able to fight and protect Tsuna. So why was he shouting like that now? When he was doing what was expected of him. "I -" He gasped for air, since he was being pressed against the wall really hard. "I train with a katana. Reborn said it's fine for me, because I have strong arms from…"

"I didn't ask any of this!"

Another shouting, another angry words of Hayato. "I know," he whispered, gathering all his strength to speak aloud. "I know I'm useless! You remind me all the time! But isn't this what you wanted?! I'm serious and I want to fight to protect Tsuna! Isn't that enough?! What do you want of me n-?!"

His eyes winked, mazy Yamamoto could hardly believe his eyes. His cries were stopped by the other boy's mouth. Hayato was kissing him full on the mouth, and it was a very passionate kiss if he could tell. It's not like Takeshi had kissed before, so he couldn't compare this to anything. But his heart was suddenly throbbing as if it wanted to jump through his rips and his face flushed red. Why was he doing this?

Gokudera's hands moved from the collar to his shoulders, one fisting his hair. Takeshi's own hands were trembling when he was slowly raising them up, caressing the boy's behind meanwhile and stopping on his spatulas. Actually, he was shuddering altogether.

That kiss was long; the Italian was obviously taking his time with it. As if he was slacking his frustration and angriness, or something. But even if that was the case, the baseball lover felt like accepting any of the feelings which could be behind this outburst of desire. It felt warm with Hayato's body pressing against him, his hands and lips touching him. Yamamoto was shocked how much this could trap him.

A noise of voices, laughter and rushing steps echoed from the outside of the school. The P.E. class was over, and their classmates were heading back to the changing room. It was only a matter of minutes or seconds until they came in. But Takeshi ignored that fact, somehow. He wanted to feel the warmth of the Italian boy's body and kisses. Even when Gokudera pulled back a little, he held him close with his arms around him.

They were coming, still getting closer. Hayato grasped his classmate's wrists and broke free from the embrace, stepping back. He wiped his mouth with fire in his eyes, turned and left immediately, his face burning with embarrassment. Takeshi gasped for some air, wiping the mouth and chin. He was a tomato, alright. Where did it come from? That desire to keep Gokudera with him, kissing and holding him.

Setting ablaze two cigarettes in the same time, Gokudera dragged from both of them and blew out a big cloud of smoke. What the hell was wrong with him? There was no rational reason for him to actually…kiss that baseball freak. He coughed, shaking his head. Only thinking back about it, he felt disgusting. Something was definitely wrong. And the way Yamamoto didn't want to let go, even if it meant all of their classmates will see them, if it meant the Tenth Vongola will see them, he didn't want to let go.

Hayato brushed his lips slowly, both cigarettes hanging in his other hand. He could still feel the heat and the pulse of Yamamoto's mouth. And there was the strange taste in his mouth, his tongue still searching for something that wasn't there. Gritting his teeth, he walked the street even faster, it didn't matter he was ditching the school. He must be totally crazy, even considering it felt nice kissing that baseball freak.

"What's wrong, Yamamoto-kun?" Tsuna wondered, when his friend kept chewing and licking his lips.

He shrugged it over and lightly scratched his lower lip. "Ah, nothing," he assured him with another grin. "There's just a strange taste in my mouth, that's all." A strange taste of tobacco, he thought and blushed at revealing the reason for him to taste something like this in his mouth. Gokudera surely smokes a lot.

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