WOW. I hadn't updated in so long I had to re-read everything just to remember what was going on . I'm so sorry guys, I'll try and wrap things up now…. and as for why I was gone for so long… that is another story entirely on its own. Also, thank you for all the reviews and favourites ^^
Gokudera strolled nonchalantly through the streets of Namimori, a cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth. He felt… good.
If his memory served him correct- and it usually did- it had already been a week since the Varia had collectively decided to drag their sad defeated asses back to Italy, and despite everything that had happened over the past month, he'd felt a strange sense of emptiness that was somewhat calming. Sometimes, the dreams would hit, and he'd wake up in the middle of the night either in cold sweat fearing for his life, or- more often than not- with a raging hard-on. Was he over Belphegor? No. Certainly not. But it had been a week and he was surviving. It was better this way, wasn't it? No more games.
Lost in his thoughts, Gokudera realised he had wandered towards Takesushi, and despite being in no mood to deal with the baseball idiot, the temptation of a good meal was too good to pass. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he quickened his pace.
"It'll be alright." He thought to himself. "Give it a month or two and you won't even remember who Belphegor is. As long as you don't see him again, everything will be fine… and he's in Italy, right? He'll have no reason to come to Japan again."
The silvernette forced a smile onto his face, as if to prove to the world that yes, he was doing just fine with Belphegor and no, he did not miss him (or want to hold him or kiss him or have sex with him) at all. Idly, he slid open the door.
"As long as I don't see him again, it'll be fi-"
"Shishish~"
Well… FUCK.
Next chapt. coming real soon fo reals this time! Sorry this was so short! :(