Fateful Meeting

Yamamoto whistled happily as he walked steadily towards his residence. "Today sure was fun!" he thought jovially. But then again, to someone like him, every day was fun. He wasn't exactly known to be very serious. In fact, he was probably the most carefree in all of the Vongola. It was good, to have someone who could still smile in their kind of world. Sometimes, he caught Tsuna looking at him sadly, as if remembering something. But when Yamamoto had questioned him about it, the Tenth Boss of the Vongola had simply brushed it off as nothing.

As he turned onto his street, he noticed a young man lying unconscious on the pavement, bringing him out of his thoughts. Bending down to take a closer look, he saw that the man's clothes were in tatters and dirt covered his body. A long gash ran up his leg. His silver hair was in a terrible condition. The swordsman looked around worriedly, wondering what he should do. There was something deep inside of him that told him to help the anonymous man. And Yamamoto always followed his instincts. Marvelling at how thin and bony he was, Yamamoto lifted the man and carried him towards his house.

Using one hand, the tall mafioso unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Kicking away big piles of random junk, he moved to the kitchen table. Gently setting the man down, he shuffled through a large cupboard before pulling out a fist-aid kit. "I need to get this wound cleaned up and bandaged, or it could get infected," he thought as he pulled out some antiseptic and a long roll of bandages. Dipping a few cotton balls into the dark chemical, he further inspected the wound. It didn't look too serious, and would heal over time. But still, it was enough to knock the man out, so it must have been quite deep.

Yamamoto slowly wiped the cotton over the wound, hesitating when the man hissed in his sleep.

"A bit of discomfort doesn't matter. I need to get this treated," thought the Rain guardian, steeling himself. "Sorry," he muttured before continuing to wipe down the cut.

A few more cotton balls and many more expressions of pain later, the leg was tightly wrapped in bandages. Satisfied, Yamamoto lifted the man onto a large that sat in the centre of the room. Using a cushion as a makeshift pillow, the man slept peacefully.

A delicious smell woke the silver-haired man. Stirring slightly, he tried to identify the source of the aroma. After a moment of thought, he concluded that someone was cooking. Sitting up, he looked around to see a small and messy room. "...Where am I?" he asked no one in particular. Receiving no answer, the man stood up to look for the person that had brought him here.

He entered what he supposed was a kitchen, with a small microwave, a fridge and a few cupboards. At the other side, a tall man was cooking at a stove. Curious, the man asked, "Are you the one who brought me here?"

Evidently surprised, the tall man jumped slightly before spinning around. Realizing who it was that had talked to him, he smiled. "You're finally awake! You've been out cold for hours. How's your leg?"

"Huh? My... leg?" Looking down, the anonymous man noticed that his leg was wrapped in bandages. "Did something happen to my leg?"

Yamamoto was slightly taken aback. "You don't remember? It had a really big cut running down it. Like, really big." He gestured with his hands to emphasize his point. "I covered it up for you!"

The man inspected his leg once more. "Oh... Thank you," he said gratefully.

Yamamoto grinned widely at him. "No problem! Now, let's eat!" Turning off the stove, he divided the food onto two plates and set them down on a small wooden table. "Itadakimasu!" he said cheerfully before beginning to eat.

The other man hesitated slightly, but his empty stomach won, and he began to eat as well.

After both plates were clean, Yamamoto cleared them into a sink before turning back to his guest. "Well, I guess you'll be staying with me for a while, right? Unless you have somewhere to return to, of course!"

"C-Could I?" asked the other man nervously. "Thank you very much!" he said, bowing deeply.

"Now, there's no need to be so formal! Oh, my name is Yamamoto Takeshi by the way!" announced the tall Rain guardian.

"Ta-ke-shi. Takeshi," said the other man, trying out the name. Yamamoto was slightly surprised.

"No one has called me that for a long time," he said with a hint of sadness. "But don't worry!" he continued immediately, noticing his guest's unspoken apology. "I'd be happy if you called me that! Now, what's your name?"

"Huh? My... name?" asked the other man hesitantly. "My name is... Hayato."

A/N: Alright then! Sorry if this was too rushed, I don't know when I'll have internet again! I ran our of names to use for Hayato-chan...

Anyway, did you like it? Because I'm kinda unsure...

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