2. If I were to call that person by his name. The morning roundabout

Even though it was only 6 am Gokudera stood outside Tsuna's house waiting for him to get up, wash himself and go to school. Hayato did that everyday. It was his routine and he felt as the right hand man of the Tenth he was supposed to do that.

His enthusiasm extinguished as soon as he noticed Yamamoto's figure approaching him.

"Yo!" yelled the black-haired guy waving his hand hello. Actually he was waving his all body, the wave was so energetic.

Gokudera wrinkled his eyebrows. What could possible be that baseball nut doing here so early in the morning? He always joined Tsuna and Hayato over an hour later.

"How was your sleep?" asked Takeshi when he finally reached Gokudera

"Better than seeing you so early... What are you even doing here?" Hayato asked in an annoyed motion

Yamamoto smiled after those words even though they hurt him badly.

"I just got up earlier so I thought I won't leave you standing here alone... You mind?"

"I don't care, cause-"

"Great!" Takeshi smiled again "Than we'll wait here for Tsuna together!"

And so they stood there. None said anything, still, unmoved. The only vivid thing was the smoke coming out from Gokudera's cigarette.

It didn't feel much like a date. Though Yamamoto tried to think of it as such. It never could turn out like a date, because people looked at each other on dates, they smiled, embraced each other, kissed...

Yamamoto lifted his eyes on Gokudera. Hayato wasn't looking at him. Not to say, he didn't smile, nor embrace Takeshi. The kissing thing made Yamamoto laugh each time he ever though of it. And so he laughed imagining it happen again.

Than Gokudera glanced at him. Yamamoto flushed still smiling.

"What is so funny?" Hayato scowled

"I just though it's really boring for you to stay here every morning. It must be annoying. Maybe that's why your mood is so turned down all day long."

"It's not as if I'm bored." said Gokudera breathing in the cigarette and blowing out the smoke gently watching it flow. He did those sweet lips by than, those lips of a kissable guy. Though he wasn't kissable, not one bit.

Hayato noticed Yamamoto was staring at him and he lowered the hand holding the cigarette.

"What's up, moron?" he asked

"I was wondering... um... Since when do you smoke?"

Gokudera lifted his eyebrows high "That's a strange question all of a sudden" he stopped and fell in thought for a while.

"I guess since grade. Can't remember precisely... Why asking?"

"You're ruining your health... That sucks"

"Well you suck too" yelled back Gokudera. That was a touchy subject. Yamamoto shouldn't have mentioned it.

"Yeah, well, sorry..." said Takeshi after a while "I was just wondering how it tastes"

Hayato smiled and so did Yamamoto. They both knew it wasn't true. Takeshi'd never try to smoke.

"So you wanna try?" asked Gokudera lifting the cigarette and handing it to Yamamoto. The brunet reached for it. Whats the hell was he doing? He never wanted to try smoking. Dad would be mad and the last thing Takeshi wanted to sacrifice for love was his father's acceptance.

Takeshi looked at the cigarette. The smoke was still gray, still moving upwards gently. It was the first time that Yamamoto held a cigarette in his hand and he hoped for it to be the last time as well. He lifter his hand to his mouth puzzled.

"How am I supposed to do that?" he asked as he looked at Gokudera. The Italian guy looked pretty amused.

"You just breathe it in. Than let it go. Like air, just a little thicker. And nicer"

"On the movies they always choke with the smoke" smiled Takeshi

"I bet you will too" laughed Gokudera. But it was a nasty laugh, like he wished for Yamamoto to choke with it. Yamamoto noticed that, he wasn't stupid. Not as stupid as he seemed to be. He smiled mildly not letting Hayato's attitude bother him.

Than Takeshi looked on the cigarette. On its shape, color... He tried to remember the way Gokudera always held it and he tried to copy this figure. He bent the cigarette between his fingers, closeted it to his mouth and reached for it with his lips. Gently. He tried his best. He didn't look at Gokudera, but he was sure he was staring at him right now. After all Yamamoto smoking was the most interesting thing happening on the street that early in the morning.

He inhaled. He tried not to do it too fast, not to choke, not to look bad in front of Gokudera. Guys quashing with cigarettes always seemed weak.

He felt the burning air in his mouth. The first impression made him scowl a bit. The smoke rasped his palate with its bitterness. The second impression was rather mild. It filled him up with some nice warmth. Yamamoto wondered if Gokudera feels it each time he inhales. It seemed impossible. He could never concentrate on doing anything feeling the way Yamamoto felt. It must've been because of the fact, Takeshi was doing it for the first time.

He took out the cigarette from his mouth closing his eyes. He smoothly opened his lips and exhaled the smoke smiling delicately. It went all well. And it was his first kiss with Gokudera too.

After all Yamamoto remembered very well the way Gokudera inhaled with it. Making this face... Leaving some part of him on the cigarette.

Suddenly he clenched a fist and closed his eyes strongly. He choked. He coughed a few times covering up his mouth with one of his sleeves.

Then he heard Gokudera laugh.

After all Yamamoto looked weak in front of him. He handed the cigarette back to Hayato and tried to inhale with normal air. It felt weird. As if something lacked in it. This taste.

Takeshi wondered if it was the tobacco or Gokudera.

Gokudera took the cigarette and continued smoking.

"So it turned out as in the movies, huh?" he laughed letting the ash from the cigarette fall on the ground.

"Well... Doesn't it make me more like Brad Pitt or something?" Takeshi smiled nicely again and tried to forget that taste. Dad would be really mad if Takeshi started smoking. And Yamamoto really wanted more.

"Nothing makes you Brad Pitt, nut" he answered inhaling again

"I quite liked it" Yamamoto tried to change the subject for he had enough of Gokudera laughing at him. It was the worst thing to hear.

"No wonder. It's good. After all you're a normal guy. What a nuisance"

A normal guy. Not stupid, nor retarded. Normal. That made Takeshi happy. Though his plan on kissing Gokudera hello was a fiasco after all.

Yamamoto glanced at Gokudera. The other guy was smiling. And it wasn't the usual sneer of his. Takeshi wondered why. But he didn't have the time to come with a conclusion for Gokudera yelled "Tenth! You're awake! How was your sleep?!"

Tsuna didn't look surprised. He mumbled something in a shy fashion and went towards the wicket. Then he noticed Yamamoto.

"Yamamoto! What are you doing here?" he smiled

Gokudera glared at Yamamoto, he wasn't smiling no more. He was jealous. He always was, as soon as Tsuna, Reborn and everyone smiled seeing Yamamoto. Takeshi knew about that and that made him really unhappy. But he couldn't do anything about it, since everyone just laughed by his side.

Takeshi smiled and waved at Tsuna. It was a far less enthusiastic wave than he did towards Hayato.

Than he looked at Gokudera and smiled again.

"Our morning team's complete, let's go Hayato!"

Than he remembered Gokudera punching him in the face. And as he felt on the ground. It's not always safe to call the person you like by his name. Not in such circumstances.