Summary: 8059 Yamamoto has a crush on Gokudera, but Gokudera is hopelessly oblivious. Then he overhears something and misunderstands. Soon everyone in the mansion is a victim of this unfortunate circumstance.
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Victims of Circumstance Chapter Six: Back to Normal
At last, things are back to normal. Still, even with everything back the way it should be something's different. Something's still a little weird. I can't put my finger on it, but...
Gokudera's train of thought had wandered from his work yet again. Though he would never admit it, he hated paperwork almost as much as Tsuna did. However, as the right hand man he felt obligated to lightened Tsuna's load as much as possible. So here he was, sitting cramped in his office nearly drowning in stacks of paperwork. Try as he might to focus on the task at hand, his mind kept wandering back to a certain swordsman.
It had been only two days after their chat and Gokudera's revelation that Yamamoto was, in fact, his friend. Yesterday had been intensely awkward for Gokudera. He found himself not knowing how to act around Yamamoto. The only other person he really considered his friend was Tsuna, but the Tenth was the Tenth, and Gokudera always knew how to act around him. Yamamoto was an entirely different manner, and Gokudera found himself not sure how to act around him. Should he be treated Yamamoto differently, as a special case? But the idea of having to cater specially to the baseball idiot just pissed Gokudera off and caused him to lash out in anger at whatever the nearest thing was (unless of course that thing was the Tenth).
Yamamoto took it all in stride and seemed totally unaffected by Gokudera's violent and unpredictable mood swings. In truth, Yamamoto was wholly used to them by now. For though the cause was new, the abrupt mood swings were, after all, old news. He easily weathered yesterday's storm until in the evening Gokudera came, at last, to the conclusion that he didn't have to treat Yamamoto differently after all. They had, though unbeknownst to Gokudera, been friends for quite some time now. Just because Gokudera had only recently become aware of that fact did not mean he had any reason to change his behavior.
Ah! I'll never get this paperwork done thinking about that idiot! I'll finish it later. I need something to help me cool off and clear my head.
With that thought in mind, Gokudera quickly headed for one of his favorite spots in the Vongola mansion- the indoor swimming pool. When Tsuna first discovered the Vongola headquarters had its own pool, he thought it was really much too extravagant and even suggested shutting it down, but Gokudera was incredibly happy he had decided against that. There was something wholly soothing about water, so pleasant, so calm and tranquil (perhaps not unlike a certain guardian that had been on Gokudera's mind lately).
That self same guardian turned up not long after Gokudera began swimming his laps. Once he noticed the rain guardian, Gokudera immediately asked, "What are you doing here, baseball idiot?"
"I was about to go out for my evening run around the headquarters, but I saw Mukuro and Hibari going at it. I don't want to get in the way of those two, so I figured I'd come here instead. Swimming's great cardio too."
"Che, frggin' jock."
Yamamoto just smiled and laughed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly before sliding into the lane next to Gokudera. As Yamamoto pushed off and began to swim using the butterfly, Gokudera couldn't help but notice how powerful his back and shoulders were. His whole body, of course, was perfectly muscled. Out of all of the guardians, the only one who could come close to Yamamoto was Ryohei.
But Yamamoto's much better looking of course, even if the lawn head is in better physical condition. That idiot is not nearly as handsome as Yamamoto.
Something about that train of thought surprised Gokudera. Since when had he begun noticing Yamamoto's looks?
It's only natural he reasoned. We're friends after all, and I've known him a long time. Of course I would notice how he's changed over the years. Though, really, he was always in great shape and so tan from spending all that time out in the sun playing baseball. He's gotten a few scars since the Ninth's guardians turned things over to us. He's definitely gotten taller too, and his face seems sharper and leaner than before. He's definitely not the same baseball-obsessed kid he was when I met him in middle school, and of course I would notice this stuff! There's nothing weird about it! I'm his friend; I'm bound to notice what he looks like. He just happens to look really good.
No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, Gokudera knew there was still something else there, lurking just beyond his grasp, its elusiveness taunting him mercilessly. It wasn't just Yamamoto's look, Gokudera's senses seemed oddly heightened whenever Yamamoto was near. He knew every gesture the other man made. He felt every light brush when his hand might touch Gokudera's. The last two nights he seemed to remember having odd dreams as well. Though he could never remember their contents when he woke, he was certain they centered around a certain guardian with piercing hazel eyes and a smile bright enough to outshine the sun. As he tried to organize his chaotic thoughts, Gokudera swam much longer than usual and found himself quite out of breath when he finally climbed out of the pool and headed back to the changing rooms.
Yamamoto was there, too, changing back into his black suit and light blue shirt. Gokudera spent his time trying to change as quickly as possible and avoid staring at Yamamoto's admittedly well-chisled torso, though this he didn't have much success in. Gokudera had hoped Yamamoto would change and leave quickly, but this was not the case. Instead Yamamoto waited on Gokudera and slung his arm around Gokudera's shoulder as he steered him towards the door. "What a good workout. I'm feeling so refreshed. I'm starving, though. How about we grab some lunch."
"Idiot! Get off me! Who said you could touch me, huh?"
"Gokudera, are you blushing?"
"N-no! Of course not! Why would I be blushing?"
As Gokudera said this, Yamamoto leaned it closer to check, which in turn made Gokudera blush even more, ruining any chances he might have had of passing it off as the light being weird or something to that effect. "It certainly looks like you're blushing to me, Gokudera."
As Yamamoto said this, he continued to advance on Gokudera, and Gokudera found himself quickly trapped between Yamamoto and the wall. "I'm not blushing, okay?"
"I think you are." That said, Yamamoto crossed his fingers and took a daring leap of faith, "It couldn't be because of me, could it?"
"Screw you!"
That was just too much to resist, Yamamoto leaned in next to Gokudera's ear and whispered, "Gladly."
That finally sent Gokudera over the edge, he immediately punched Yamamoto in the stomach in a last desperate attempt to get away, but Yamamoto seemed completely impervious. "Damn you and your stupid perfectly chiseled abs and strong, muscular torso. If you didn't work out so much it would be a lot easier for me to kick your ass."
"Oh? So Gokudera thinks I have a nice body?"
"Shut up! I never said that!"
"Oh I think you just di-"
Yamamoto never got a chance to finish his sentence, because Gokudera cut him off by pressing his own lips against Yamamoto's, thereby shutting him up more effectively than any words could. The kiss was surprisingly sweet at first, rash yet gentle at the same time, but things quickly heated up. Gokudera could feel Yamamoto's body molding against his and what started as an innocent, chaste kiss soon turned much more passionate as Yamamoto slipped his tongue into Gokudera's mouth and quickly began teasing Gokudera's own tongue to respond.
Much too soon, they had to break for air, and Gokudera found himself gripping the front of Yamamoto's shirt and panting against his shoulder. "So," Yamamoto asked, "Now that you're my boyfriend, does this mean I get to call you Hayato?"
"What who said anything about being your boyfriend?"
"Hayato, please, will you be my boyfriend?"
Gokudera thought the whole thing was really embarrassing, but truth be told, Gokudera was terrified. He had been hurt in the past by many of the people he loved. Letting someone this close to him... Well he had never let someone this close, but as he looked into Yamamoto's eyes, he realized he couldn't say no.
"Okay, fine. I'll be your boyfriend...Takeshi." In that moment, Yamamoto's eyes lit up, and he flashed that special smile Gokudera had only seen once before, and Gokudera knew he had made the right choice. His fear had passed, because the rain had washed all of his doubts away.
xxxxx The End xxxxx
a/n: Okay, so super cheesy ending, but what can I say? I'm a cheesy kind of girl. I go in for that kind of thing. Please review and let me know what you think! By the way, I do take requests. If you have any ideas you want writing, send me a pm, and I'll be glad to write a story for you.