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It had been a full day since Gokudera had disappeared. The entire Vongola family was in a state of panic, the group of doctors that had arrived in Japan were freaking out in a way that it seemed like they were raving fangirls, and even Hibari seemed slightly concerned. The most worried, scared, and desperate person of all, was none other then Yamamoto. The moment he found out Gokudera had run away, he looked as if he was going to be sick. His face turned into such a white color, Ryohei had scrambled over and helped him remain standing up just in case he fainted. His hazel eyes were wide and scared, looking at the empty bed as if searching for the one meant to be there. His hands trembled softly and his body went limp. It took everyone's words to keep him from doing something stupid and to make sure he wasn't running off after Gokudera. Three people in total stayed at the hospital to make sure he didn't return, or anything else happened. Bianchi, Tsuna, and Yamamoto were the ones who were out looking for him and the rest were doing anything they could to help.

Winter break was nearing its end as the upcoming of Christmas became more and more obvious, but it didn't seem like anyone was going to have a good one this year. Well….at least not until they found Gokudera.

The clock read the late hour of 11:35 p.m and the hospital was quiet enough to drive someone into the state of insanity. Through the slim automatic door and out into the white night, the three longing souls were having the same situation. It was a silent evening. The wind blew away all the sounds, and all that was left was bitterness. It swallowed up the trio and turned them into a hopeless mess. They paused at a snowy road, taking a moment to catch their breath and replenish their voices. Tsuna bent down, hands on his knees for support and glanced at Yamamoto. He was silent, standing up tall, glancing around them. Bianchi broke the silence.

"You should be wearing more you know. You need to stay healthy, Yamamoto."

He remained silent.

"Here," She said as she removed her scarf, "Put this on. Your nose is completely pink-"

"We need to stop worrying about idiotic things and focus on finding Hayato!" He glanced at her, smacking her hand away from himself. Bianchi stared at him in shock and took a step back.

"Yamamoto…" Tsuna started.

"I don't want to hear it Tsuna! We need to find him! He's been gone so long!" He clenched his fist against his side and gritted together his teeth before continuing.

"In his condition, anything could happen right now. This weather might have, no, will have a major effect on him! For all we know he could be dead!" Dread filled their hearts and minds at the thought of that. Tsuna's eyes widened and he began to think of the worse. "Yamam-"

SMACK!

"Bianchi!"

The furious pink hair woman didn't take her eyes off him, her lips curved back, and her hand still raised in the air. Yamamoto's eyes stared at the ground, his mouth muscles twitching as if he really wanted to say something, and water pooled into his brown orbs. He turned his head and looked at the sister of his lover.

"Who the hell do you think you are." Her words were like venom, and her teeth were like fangs. Bianchi talked and stood in such a way, that it brought all the more pain into her sentence.

"We've been out here, all looking for Hayato. Our, Hayato, your Hayato, MY Hayato." She paused and sucked in icy air, "And you have the audacity…the stupidity…to go say and throw around that bullshit?" He voice raised ever so slightly.

"If he was here, he would have said the same damn thing to you, and yet here you are saying how we shouldn't be worrying about you. He is most certainly NOT dead, Yamamoto, Takeshi. How you could even say that, I do not know. Hayato may be my half brother, and he may not love me all that much, but I care about him more than anything else in this world. If this is the way you are willing to speak about him, and this is the way you act when this type of situation happens, then I want you to leave. Hayato doesn't need a person who will put this type of stress on him, he needs someone who truly loves him and treats him with respect. I don't see that in you. All I see is lust and self-fulfillment. You're just that PMS-ing Hibari bastard. You both just want him for his innocence, his body, anything else besides him himself. You need to prove to us, and to him, right now, that you care. Or you can just leave. Go home."

Tsuna looked over at Bianchi, but she had put her goggles on herself and walked off over to the lamppost that stood on the other side of the street, and stood there waiting. The small mafia boss sighed quietly and walked over to the taller male. He knew he was crying by his body language, the fact his head was bent over, the fact his shoulders were shaking, everything. Tsuna turned him to face towards him and wrapped his arms around him and presses his head against his shoulder. Yamamoto hugged back greedily and sobbed, small sniffs escaping him every once in awhile. They both stood there like that, for what seemed like eternality, before they let go.

Yamamoto wiped his eyes and looked up at the dark sky. Tsuna ran his hands through his brown locks and sighed once more.

"She's right…." Tsuna looked up just as Yamamoto looked back down and stared at him. "I do care….I love him so much…."

"I know you do…"

"That's why I should go."

"What?"

"I need to go back and re-remember why I love him. I need to remember and fill my heart and mind and soul with that, and that only. Then, after that, I will come back."

Tsuna bit his lip and nodded slowly. He understood what he meant, all this stress, all this pressure, all this trauma had broken Yamamoto's spirit. He needed time for a boost. Tsuna patted his shoulder and smiled softly. "Be back soon. He needs you."

"….I'll try, Tsuna. 'Cause….I need him too."

[AN]: HOLY SH!T ITS BEEN SO LONG I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!

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