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[AN]: IM SO SORRY! I haven't been posting any new chapters not because I hate you all, but because school just started. :/ So for the long time you all have been waiting, I will be giving you a little snog scene (-insert fangirl scream here-) and without the further delay, chapter 8.

"Ow…."

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"Ow…ok, ow!"

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"OW! GODDAMMIT THAT HURTS!"

Shamal finally pulled the needle out of his eye and glared at him. "Of course it hurts, you idiot. Now shut up or I'll make you go blind for real." He grabbed a large bandage wrap and reapplied it to the Italian's face so that it covered his eyes. "Close your eyes," He instructed, "You must keep this on for a while your vision repairs itself."

Gokudera made a noise in his throat that was unmistakably an 'tsk' of some sort. He laid back in the bed with a sigh and crossed his arms. Although his attitude was the same, his body wasn't. He shifted his shoulder so that the muscles didn't hurt as much and tried to ignore the fact that he was feeling light headed and wanted to puke any given moment. Shamal grabbed a pen and sloppily wrote down something on his pad, a daunting look not so well hidden across his face. Never looking up from the papers in his hand he gently patted the silver haired teen's hand.

"Take a good long nap, Hayato, and stay put. If you need anything," He placed a small remote in his hands, "press that. It'll call a nurse or me. I'll is back soon."

The Italian grunted as his answer of a 'yeah'. Quietly, the door opened and shut, and Shamal had left.

The room was silent. The clock made a constant ticking noise, which suited the hospital style noise quite well. Gokudera took a rather large breath and tried to think of something to do. Really, all he could do was fall asleep, for the room tempted him too much to do so. Now, this wasn't the time of sleep that's comforting and that you usually get from a nice warm room with a light hum of noise and people chatting, no, this was the type of sleep where all was quiet, cold, and boring, and you had nothing else better to do.

He shut his eyes and slowly started to drift off.

Until…

"IS YOUR BOYFRIEND OK TO THE EXTREME?" DAMMIT TURF TOP!

Yamamoto looked up from his spot outside Gokudera's room door. Tsuna, and the gang ran to him, all wide eyed and terrified. Well, scratch Hibari. In fact, he was just walking.

Gokudera sat up and smirked sadly. He knew they would have come, Reborn had most likely told them everything. He strained his ears and listened to the conversation going on outside his door.

"Dr. Shamal said he would be alright. His eyesight will fix itself. This is just another one of the symptoms."

Hibari finally made his way to the party. He glanced at Yamamoto, his frown a little more ugly towards him then usual, then headed straight towards the door, his hand on the knob.

"Ah, Hibari-san!" Tsuna squeaked out, "Perhaps we should leave Gokudera-kun alone for a little while. Yamamoto stood up and stared at him. "Shamal said no visitors for the moment."

The teen didn't move. "I don't listen to herbivores." He snapped back easily.

"He's more of an omnivore, actually." Yamamoto commented with as much attitude as him. Hibari turned around slowly, a slightly glint in his eyes, and it definitely wasn't a good one. Gokudera heard the knob slowly un-twist and the hand on it retreated.

The next few words exchanged were too muffled for the Italian to hear. He scooted up more on his bed and held as still as he could. He still couldn't hear anything, only some shuffling and what sounded like little mumbles here and there.

"Oi, I agreed with Yamamoto! Its his boyfriend, so we should extremely listen to him and only him." Ryohei jumped over next to Yamamoto and slung his arm around him. Hibari blinked and walked down the hall and away from the three.

'Boyfriend?' Well sure, its not like the statement wasn't true, (although he would never admit it, that's for sure) but who the hell gave that idiot permission to start using it so casually. What the hell!

The bomber leaned back and snuggled into his covers with some grumbles. He remembered the day where their secret about their relationship got spilled, and hell, it wasn't something he wanted to relive. Of course after Tsuna had caught them, and Tsuna being No-Good Tsuna, he probably told Reborn who told all the other guardians he saw that day. It was…a very…not good day.

"OI!" Yamamoto quickly shut the door behind them and smiled, white teeth lighting up the small dark space. "Sorry! I just couldn't help myself. Gokudera looks so cute right now~" Yamamoto chuckled and took a few steps towards the Italian.

Gokudera growled and crossed his arms. "Asshole." Yamamoto pressed his lips against the pale flesh in front of him. Gokudera shut his eyes with a soft sigh. "How come, every time you suddenly get horney or whatever, you grab me and take me to some weird, creepy, place to make out with me. Why I don't end up punching you in the face, is a mystery."

Yamamoto made a trail of kisses up his neck slowly, and then kissed his softly. Of course, the softness flew out the window shortly, and soon it was a heated battle for dominance. He was tempted, very tempted, to say it was because Gokudera loved him, but that really would had ended with a punch in the face. "You did the fist time I ever tried, remember?"

Gokudera sighed again. "Yup. And you deserved that."

"How?" He whined and pulled away with a pout. Gokudera scowled. "Just because you find an empty wall in the shadows, doesn't mean nobody is watching! Your whole baseball team was going to get changed and the locker rooms were right next to it! And also you were sweaty and smelled, so, yeah."

Yamamoto laughed loudly. "Oh, did I really?"

"Yes! And you smell now too!"

"Like what?" He purred.

"Like an idiot!" Yamamoto keened down and blew a hot breath on his hear, causing the bomber to shiver. "Be nice~"

"Or what." He snapped. Yamamoto bite his lip and thought of something. His hand crept down Gokudera's shoulder and down his chest. Gokudera blushed as he thought it was going further down, but instead it paused on his sides. "Or else, Ill do this….SURPIRSE TICKLE ATTACK!"

"Wha—AH!"Yamamoto grinned and keep on tickling the silver haired beauty. Gokudera was in pure shock as he keep getting pinched and squeezed and touched. Of course he was laughing the whole time, so all he could do was try to push and shove and punch Yamamoto away. The baseball player wasn't letting up though, and pretty soon, they had fallen to the ground, tickling each other and laughing loudly. They didn't realize how much attention they were attracting and a person who worked on the stage as a techy shouted something to someone to go make it stop.

They both paused from their childish games and tried to catch their breath. Yamamoto was positioned on top of Gokudera, smiling proudly. Gokudera scowled and started to rant to him about how much of a 'F-ing childish baseball idiot who need to get a life!' he was. Yamamoto leaned down and crashed their lips together, just as the door opened. It was Tsuna.

Both of them paused and looked up at the 10th generation Mafia Boss. Tsuna stared at them wide eyed and mouth hanging completely open. With a yelp, he ran away as fast as he could, tripping every so often, ready to get blown up at any minuet by Gokudera.

But at the moment, it wasn't Tsuna who was about to get blown up. Yamamoto took one look at his lover's red and shocked face, apologized quickly and took off as well. The rest off the day was…interesting.

He awoke with a jump. The room was dark and quiet, the clock next to him reading some exceedingly late hour. He sat up slowly. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had dreamt about his mom. His fake mom. How she would tell him stories at night, tuck him in, kiss him and tell him how much she loved him.

It was all a lie. "I have to leave…." He whispered to himself.

He couldn't stand being here, with all these people who cared about him...it would only end in heartbreak and he couldn't let that happen again. He knew oh to well what it was like to love someone and find out it was all…fake. He knew, oh HOW he knew, what it felt like. Besides, it would only get harder for him to leave this world if he stayed with these people, and it was coming soon.

He tore the bandages off his eyes and gently took out the cords in his arm. His whole body was sore, and it took him a moment to adjust to standing up. As soon as he did, he peered out the door's window. Nobody was lurking around in the halls. He slipped out quietly, and slowly made his way to the exit.

'I'm not worth all this….' The doors opened. 'I can't stay here….' He stepped outside. 'I'm better off…alone.' He took off into the snow, disappearing from sight.

[AN]: GLPASJFKNAUEFLASFAJWNJFOAJFJ! Holy crap, long time is long! Forgive me! D: Ill try to write more often!

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