Romantic Scenario Numero Tre

by: Paio Ichiris Jin

The seventh chapter in a series of stories designed to entertain myself.

And the third in a couple of cheesy romantic scenarios.
Reminder: Still not related or connected in any way with the others.

A blast came from inside an old building and one of the walls exploded into pieces of stone and rubble. Smoke fled from the opening and out rolled a silver haired boy, grimacing in annoyance. Another blast came from the inside and Gokudera leaped away, avoiding the attack.

"Shit!" He growled and pressed his back against one of the broken stones lying in heaps along the ground. "Where the fuck does this guy get his power behind those blasts?!" The boy held up a handful of dynamite, close to his right cheek, and his eyes darted back and forth, searching for any sign of his enemy.

A blast came from above him and his head swerved upward. His eyes widened as the entire upper half of the building came tilting over. Gokudera froze. Even if he jumped away or blasted it with his dynamite, he would never make it out of the range of the rest of the broken building. He felt his time seem to slow all around him. It was as though he were moving through water. Was this going to be the real end for him...?

Suddenly, he heard someone shout his name desperately, "Gokudera!"

He barely registered the voice of the person calling his name and in the next nanosecond, he felt strong arms pick him up in a safe embrace. His vision spun and he felt his back tumble along the ground, bruising from the stones littering the area. He felt his body stop violently, pulled by the person who was holding him. And then everything went dark.

Was he dead? Was he alive? He blinked twice, mind all disoriented from the suddenness of everything. And then he heard someone panting deeply and he felt another person's heart beating fast against his own chest. He took in his surroundings and found the daylight peeping in through cracked windows and the nearly broken beams above him. He was... alive? He was sitting in a broken window of the building and was safe inside it. Gokudera finally woke from his daze and he clearly felt another person's arms tightly grasping his body in a death-grip. It was almost as though the other person thought that if they let go, he would disappear.

"We're... alive." The other person breathed out in relief but Gokudera could still feel the person's heart beating at an insanely fast pace. The silver haired boy blinked for a second and then immediately recognized the voice of his savior.

"Ya... Yamamoto...?" He whispered hoarsely, not daring to look up.

Yamamoto chuckled weakly but his grip on Gokudera didn't loosen. "Ha ha! You're okay...! Thank god..." The swordsman sighed deeply.

Gokudera frowned and started to wriggle out of Yamamoto's embrace. "Oi! What do you think you're doing? Why did you just rush into my battle?! I was doing fine!" But even as he struggled, Yamamoto's arms did not relent.

"I... was worried. A building was falling ontop of you! You would've died...!"

Gokudera paused for a second. And then he scowled. "I would've been okay! You could've died, too! You know?" He felt Yamamoto's head shake a few times and his scowl slowly faded away. "You... could've died..." He repeated, more to himself than to the swordsman.

Silence filled the crumbling building that still miraculously stood over them, almost like an abandoned cathedral, and the two boys sat still in their destroyed window, breathing in the life they still had. The dust floated in the air, creating beautiful textures in the rays of light peering in. And then, Yamamoto's trembling voice came quietly floating down from above the silver haired boy's ear.

"But... I care... I care about you, stupid. If you died... I... I would..."

Gokudera froze again. He could feel Yamamoto's heart still beating violently against his own.

And at the realization of those simple words, Gokudera felt his body grow hot. Then, knowing that he wouldn't be leaving Yamamoto's firm embrace any time soon, he turned his blushing face down to the floor and murmured irritably.

"Who's the stupid one... idiot."

AN: This short story was mainly written to challenge myself because actually, I don't really like the 8059/5980 pairing that much... but I hope it still turned out... romantic. XD