Disclaimer: I still don't own KHR, or my 'Dera.
[AN]: I just wanted to thank the people who have review this and those who are watching me write this. THANK YOU!
This chapter focuses on how Gokudera's love life with Yamamoto is still new and messed up and stuff, and when Shamal finally arrives. Yay~
"So, what's wrong with you."
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me, herbivores suck at lying. And besides," He put his pale hands of his hips, "Your boss already told me."
Gokudera mumbled a curse not so quietly, earning himself a smirk from the skylark, and stood up, Damn it! Why did Tsuna have to tell this guy about his condition? And why did Tsuna tell him to watch over him today? Why not the Extreme freak, or perhaps even the annoying cow? Why Hibari?
"I'm sick. That's all there is too it." Gokudera paused and pointed out into the living room, following behind the black haired teen, "I don't need your sympathy."
Hibari plopped himself down on the bar stool in the kitchen, staring at the Italian with a light smirk never fleeting his face. "I wasn't planning to give it."
Gokudera rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch. He put his hands behind his neck and propped himself up. His gaze ventured all over the man sitting before him. It seemed that the cloud guardian had planned to stay for a while, for he had already changed out of his precious school uniform and into casual clothes. Somehow, Gokudera's eyes had latched onto Hibari's skinny jeans that fit his hips so well….
Wait, what?
"So, Gokudera…." Hibari silently repeated the name in his head over and over. He made a mental note to get used to saying the name if he was going to be apart of the same "family" as him. "How do I take care of you?"
"I don't need you to take care of me! I'm not a fucking child!" The other man simply chuckled at this and slid off the stool, strolling up to the bomber, and bending down low in front of him. Gokudera didn't flinch nor move. He simply stared right back at the other.
Hibari blinked his cold eyes once before pulling back. "Your eyes…." Gokudera furrowed his eyebrows. "What about them?" Hibari turned around and walked into the kitchen.
"…look stupid." He was too deep in thought to hear Gokudera's outburst of rage and the long stream of swear words most likely directed at him, but even if he did hear if, he wouldn't care. The truth was, Hibari had seen the other male's eyes and saw the concern for his own life, was once again gone. But he would never say something as trivial as that. He didn't want to sound like an herbivore himself, now did he? Of course not.
Opening the cabinets in the kitchen, Hibari scanned through them with sharp eyes for the prescribed pills the herbivore was supposed to take. Yamamoto wouldn't not be home until late, tonight, Yamamoto had a major baseball meeting and couldn't be home till some outrageous hour. Not to mention, he had to practice with that silly sword of his. Yamamoto had confronted Tsuna and begged him to watch over Gokudera while he was gone. Grabbing a handful of bottles, Hibari read over their labels looking for the right one. Tsuna had then told him about his lessons with Reborn, but promised to find someone (suitable) to watch over him for the night.
"Hibari! Hibari!" Hibari chirped. Said teen glanced over at the yellow bird. "What is it?" He asked nonchalantly. Hibird jumped off his shoulder and flew around the room, chirping out the Namimori School anthem, and finally landing on a fruit basket and pecking an apple on top. Hibari smirked.
"I cannot believe you taught the poor bird that song. Its ear rape!" Choosing to ignore the comment, Hibari strolled over to the silver haired teen and held out some pills. Gokudera scowled at the man, grabbed the multi colored medicine, and threw them into the back of his throat swallowing them.
Perhaps it was a subconscious action to look tough, swallowing pills without any water, but as soon as he had done it, he knew he regretted it. Gokudera made such a face of disgust and horror that Hibari had burst out laughing. "You really are a herbivore." Cold eyes softened for a moment, only a moment, before the smirk left his lips and he went back to his neutral state.
The bomber had seen it though, and after the initial 'oh my God this tastes awful, shit!' reaction, he leaned back and stared at Hibari. He really wasn't all that bad looking. 'For a bastard…' He thought deep inside his head.
His hair was moved and shuffled slightly as something warm buried inside it. Gokudera raised an eyebrow and raised his hand to his head. He stroked something soft and fuzzy. "Appears Hibird likes you." Hibari smiled, "Wake him and Ill bite you to death." The smile was gone.
Gokudera shrugged and shut his eyes. Faintly, he thought he could feel Hibird's pulse on his head, but was too tangled in the warmth the creature was giving off to notice. And soon enough, he had fallen asleep. Hibari smirked at how cute the Italian was looking at the moment. His head was bent back, his hair slightly messy (No thanks to Hibird), and his lips were parted as he breathed softly.
Leaning dangerously close to the bomber's pale face, Hibari whispered, "You better not die, Gokudera. You're one of the only herbivores that truly entertain me."
With a sigh, a glance, and a smile, Hibari left the apartment and ventured out into the dark depths of the night.
Yamamoto shut the door quietly behind him and groaned lightly at how tired he was. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled. He sauntered over to his sleeping lover, bending down next to him and caressed his cheek. Gokudera was always to innocent and adorable when he slept. Newly bandaged hands picked up the sleeping form and carried him into the other room. Yamamoto held him against his chest and cradled him as he placed the man into bed. Gokudera shifted once to adjust to the change of cushions, but never the less, stayed asleep.
The swordsman silently kicked off his shoes and clothes, and quickly slipped into the nearest pair of pajamas. Crawling next to the silver haired beauty, Yamamoto wrapped his arms around Gokudera and held him close. "G'night Hayato." He kissed his forehead and instantly fell into a deep slumber, too exhausted to stay awake any longer.
Neither of the teens awoke when the home phone started to ring in the kitchen. It blared and echoed through the apartment as the person on the other line waited impatiently for someone to answer. The machine picked up.
"Dammit, Hayato, I know you don't like me but this is an emergency. Pick up the damn phone. It's Shamal, he's here and he wants you at the hospital. NOW."
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