Disclaimers: Don't own KHR or its characters.
Warnings: more swearing, and some guy on guy action ;)
A/N: Ahh, I'm glad you guys liked the first 8018 kiss! Thank you for all your awesome reviews! :D And dang, you guys are just too good at guessing! xD
Again, my beta-reader… 'The Shifter Simply Weird' – thank you so much Shinko-chan!
At Dynamite's Base – AKA Lancia's House
"You look fucked up, alright," M.M. said as soon as she stepped into the room and saw Gokudera.
"Tch. Thanks for the reminder," Gokudera muttered back, still trying to re-bandage himself.
M.M. sighed, annoyed at how obviously Gokudera was struggling. "Let me do it," She sat down next to him before she grabbed the bandages and finished everything off in less than five minutes – whereas it would have taken Gokudera over half an hour.
"Bel really got you this time didn't he?" M.M. said as she watched Gokudera pull on his shirt.
Gokudera frowned, "I was unprepared. He knocked me out."
M.M. crossed her arms, "That's not an excuse."
"I really don't give a fuck," Gokudera replied.
M.M. rolled her eyes, knowing that Gokudera would not speak of the incident anymore. She knew that Gokudera wouldn't normally allow himself to be so careless to let Bel take advantage of him, and the only thing that distracted Gokudera from fights was his family issue. M.M. understood that Gokudera had a problem back home, so he always stayed over at Lancia's – but Gokudera would never go deeper into the subject. It was pretty much an unknown topic about the silvernette, and nobody really ever dared to approach it.
Lying down on the sofa, M.M. started a different conversation, "So where's Spanner?"
"Outside," Gokudera motioned over to the backyard, "On the phone."
"Ahhh, of course," M.M. nodded knowingly, smirking, "With that friend from engineering course?"
Gokudera chuckled, "Yup. His friend who he makes out with every time they're together."
M.M. giggled, "Heh, they're just too cute. Two mechanics, ne?"
At that point, Spanner walked back into the living room, before he flopped himself tiredly onto the futon on the floor. One hand lazily reached down his pocket and pulled out a lollipop before he popped it into his mouth and sighed.
Gokudera nudged the mechanic with his foot, "Oi, what's up?"
Spanner rolled onto his back, mumbling, "…fucking pissed."
"Eh? Why?" M.M. wanted to know, "Your 'friend' did something?"
Spanner sighed once again, before he spoke, "His family's gone on vacation, but he didn't wanna go. So they made him stay over with this neighbor while they're gone."
"Isn't that good? So you don't go around fucking complaining all day about how much you miss him," Gokudera said.
"Well, yeah, I guess that's a good thing. It's just his fucking neighbor…" Spanner cracked the lollipop in his mouth.
"What's wrong with the neighbor?" M.M. asked, inching closer, getting more interested in the conversation.
"He's a bloody pedophile," Spanner muttered, crunching the lollipop violently.
"…ha?" Gokudera raised an eyebrow.
Still crunching the lollipop, Spanner continued speaking, "Creepy, bloody pedo. Keeps on going 'Shou-chan, Shou-chan' and touches him all the time and he doesn't even say anything… pisses me off."
"Awww, Spanner's jealoussss," M.M. teased, ruffling Spanner's curly blonde hair.
"Shut up," Spanner mumbled, chewing on the now-empty lollipop stick.
Skull walked in from the kitchen before he sat down with the older Dynamite members, "Ah, are we talking about Spanner-senpai's boyfriend?"
"We're not dating," Spanner muttered almost instantly, though from experience he already knew what the response would be.
"Bullshit, dude. You almost fucked him and you're saying you're not dating?" Gokudera said.
"But we're not-" Spanner argued.
"Doesn't make a difference either way," M.M. cut him off, "You're bi because of him, you're in love with him, and he's in love with you. You go out. You make out. That, at the very least, sounds like dating to me."
Spanner rolled his eyes before he got out another lollipop and popped it in his mouth tiredly, knowing there was no use in arguing.
Namimori High School, 3.07pm
It really wasn't Yamamoto's fault that he witnessed the scene.
It was just pure coincidence. Yamamoto was not allowed to participate in the baseball club with his injured arm, thus, he was sent to the school's office to get the register. He never even thought about what could be going on – his thoughts were already too preoccupied by something else.
Or, on more accurate terms: someone else.
Precisely: Hibari Kyouya.
Yamamoto didn't know how long it was that he kissed the prefect's soft lips, his fingers woven into that smooth black hair. The moment was perfect – but it didn't last. When Yamamoto reluctantly pulled away, Hibari had stared at him with an expression he couldn't read – those cheeks flushed red and those dark eyes for once uncertain and confused, quivering only slightly. Then all of a sudden, the prefect abruptly stood up before he took one step backwards, turned, and speed-walked out of the room.
Yamamoto knew better than to follow the prefect. Hibari was the kind of person who dealt with things alone and never relied on others. He was independent and solitary, and more than anything he hated being pestered by others. Yamamoto's observation of the Skylark had taught him that there are moments when he had to give Hibari his time and space.
However, not knowing what Hibari thought of him or what was going to happen between them was killing Yamamoto. He wanted answers, and moreover, he wanted to see Hibari. After their kiss, Yamamoto had fallen deeper for the prefect, and he wanted more of him. He wanted to see the hidden side Hibari never showed to anyone, wanted to smell that faintly sweet scent, wanted to taste those lips, wanted to hear that voice being used in a completely different way, and he wanted to hold Hibari in his arms – even just for a little while.
Sighing, Yamamoto stepped into the school's office and walked over to the register area, mindlessly running his fingers down the columns of folders before he eventually found the baseball club's register. But before he could pull the folder out, a sound from a room inside the office stopped him.
CRASH.
It was a sound of glass breaking, and it came from the Headmaster's room.
Concerned, and seeing that no one was in the office, Yamamoto jogged over to the room before he immediately stopped in his tracks when he caught a glimpse of what was going on inside.
Is that…?
…!
Leaning against the wall with wide eyes, Yamamoto looked through the tiny door's window to confirm what he saw.
But even though the image was the same as the first time, it didn't make it any easier to take in.
Inside the room, there was the Head and Rokudo Mukuro. That wasn't anything unusual – Mukuro was an extreme rebel. He was called to the office almost on a daily basis.
But what was unusual was that Mukuro was pinned to the wall, his shirt unbuttoned, with the Headmaster, Byakuran, running his hands down Mukuro's body in a way that definitely should not be done to a student.
Mukuro struggled to get away, but Byakuran held him firm against the wall. That pale face of his, masked with a smile.
They were talking to each other, but through the door all Yamamoto could hear were muffled noises. Curious to what they were saying, Yamamoto decided to carefully open the door just a creak enough for the voices to come through.
"There's no need to be upset, Mukuro-kun," Byakuran murmured, brushing Mukuro's hair back.
"…let go of me," Mukuro muttered, looking away.
"I don't want to," Byakuran smiled.
Mukuro clenched his teeth, "…fucking asshole."
"Hm?" Byakuran ignored the comment, moving down to kiss Mukuro's neck.
"Don't…" Mukuro closed his eyes.
Byakuran smirked before he bit down teasingly on the soft flesh causing Mukuro to gasp and writhe in what Yamamoto couldn't figure was pain or pleasure.
"Stop it," Mukuro breathed, "I'm not your bloody 'Shou-chan'."
Byakuran looked up, "…who ever said anything about Shou-chan?"
"Don't bullshit me," Mukuro spat.
"That's not cute, Mukuro-kun," Byakuran's smile was still present.
Mukuro looked away before he spoke, "…I hate you."
Byakuran paused at that, the smile disappearing for an instant, before it slowly reappeared with a dark glint in those eyes. Then, Byakuran harshly threw Mukuro to a nearby sofa before he quickly followed, crouching on top of the younger, locking those slim wrists with one hand. Mukuro didn't have the time to escape when Byakuran's lips were immediately on his own, kissing him both passionately and violently.
At that point, Yamamoto's eyes grew wider before he took a slow and careful step backwards and started moving away from the room, trying to make as little noise as possible. As soon as he reached the office door, he rushed out, sprinting as though he was running in a baseball game.
Shit… I'm really not supposed to see that…
At Dynamite's Base – AKA Lancia's House
It wasn't often that all the leading members of Dynamite would be present in a meeting. Usually, one of two would be missing and a message would be passed on to them. It was considered a rare occasion that all leading members would be there… and this was one of those occasions.
There was Lancia, of course, the current boss and founder of Dynamite.
There was Lal – Lancia's older sister and Dynamite's strongest female fighter.
There was M.M., another strong female who joined Dynamite since she was thirteen.
There was Smoking Bomb, or Gokudera Hayato, a fierce fighter who was an expert with all sorts of bombs the gang could get their hands on.
There was Skull, a rider and the youngest leading member of the gang.
And there was Spanner, the mechanic of the gang, who was also brilliant in fighting skills, but a genius in equipment and machinery.
"I think how Bel attacked Gokudera like that was really low," M.M. said, "If he used knives it would have been extremely dangerous."
"But it is Gokudera's fault for not being careful enough," Lal said, glancing at the silvernette.
"Tch. I wasn't prepared," Gokudera mumbled.
"That's not an excuse. You should be more cautious," Lancia said, "You should know that by now."
Gokudera rolled in his lips, before he spoke quietly, "Okay… I get it."
Lancia nodded before he turned to Spanner, "Spanner, did you manage to get some new weapons?"
"Yeah," Spanner replied, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth before he continued speaking, "But I think we need more. Apparently the Varia's been restocking as well, they're buying a whole load of stuff."
M.M. frowned, "What? Why do they even need anymore? They already have more than enough."
"Ah, right," Skull perked up, "My friend said that some Varia members were buying some scrap metal from him as well."
"So they're powering up…" Gokudera said.
"As if they're not strong enough already," M.M. rolled her eyes, "You saw the state of us last time we fought… we haven't been winning much recently."
Lancia and Lal shared a silent look, before Lancia spoke, "…they're preparing to take us down."
"Wha-?" Skull's eyes widened, "No. That's not possible. They can't take our entire gang down."
"No. They can. At this point especially," Lal spoke grimly, "They are very strong right now, and if they get even stronger, they can take us down. And trust me, they will."
"Fuck them…" M.M. swore, "I'm not letting them destroy our gang."
"We're not," Lancia spoke, "I won't let them."
"Hm… well according to their equipment, the chances that they will succeed are rather unsettlingly high. Even if we power up… it's still unlikely that we can win," Spanner rolled the lollipop in his mouth, "…and I'm not being pessimistic."
Gokudera frowned, "Then… why don't we cheat?"
Lal looked at him, "What exactly are you implying?"
"I just think that if we couldn't win against them directly… then why don't we do it some other way. It's not like there's anything fair in color gang warfare anyways…" Gokudera said.
M.M. nodded, "Yeah. I agree. We could cheat. Like, have a spy or something."
"I don't like that idea," Lancia mumbled.
"It could work, though. High percentage," Spanner said.
"You mean have someone from our side join the Varia and leak their info to our side?" Skull asked.
"Yeah, something like that," M.M. nodded.
"I still don't like it," Lancia said.
"Why? Because it's 'cheating'?" Gokudera wanted to know.
Lancia paused for a slight moment, "…maybe."
"Tch," Gokudera crossed his arms, "You're acting like Varia ever played fair with us."
Lal nodded, "He has a point."
"And I think I have the perfect person for the job," M.M. added, "I've been trying to get him to join Dynamite for a while now anyways."
"Who?" Spanner asked.
"This kid I know. Skull's age. Great potential," M.M. replied.
"How did you know him?" Lal narrowed her eyes.
"Ah, well he's…" M.M. paused, realizing what she was going to say next, before she continued quietly, "…he's an apprentice of Mukuro's."
Immediately, Lancia spoke, "No."
M.M. frowned, "What?"
"No," Lancia repeated, "If we are really going through with this, then it has to be someone else who's not involved with him." Lancia spoke the word like it was poison on his tongue.
"But he's perfect," M.M. argued, "He just moved in town, so no one's going to know him, and he's going to apply to Gokudera's school soon anyways, and you know that school is just filled with Varia members. So it won't even be weird if he would become one of them."
Gokudera rolled his eyes, "Tch. No shit."
Spanner nodded, "Sounds suitable."
"I agree on this one," Skull added.
Lancia shook his head, "I don't want to risk having anything to do with Mukuro."
"Lancia," M.M. crossed her arms, "You're being unreasonable."
Lancia glared at her, "…you don't even know what he's capable of. Where do you think Lal got that scar from?"
M.M. looked up at Lal's burn mark on her cheek, just beneath her right eye. The skin there was rumpled and still tinged slightly pink – it was the only flaw on Lal's face. Not that it made her any less striking; it made her attractive in a way of broken beauty. Though, it was still a shame to see a marking on her face.
Looking at the wound now, Gokudera understood why Lancia always emphasized how dangerous Mukuro was. It was amazing how much of a façade he put on, studying in Nami High and hanging around with the other students when he could fit in easily with the real underground world…
Ah.
Yamamoto hangs out with him…
Gokudera realized, before he shook away the thought, deciding that it was no concern to him who Yamamoto hung out with. The silvernette then took out a cigarette from his pocket, but before he could light it, the image of dark chocolate eyes which stared at him with worry came to his mind.
He frowned. Get out of my head, you baseball freak.
Gokudera lit up the tobacco stick. This is my body. I can smoke if I want to.
"…Mukuro did that?" M.M. asked in disbelief. Mukuro used to be so close to her when they were in Kokuyo together, and though he did do some horrible things, M.M. never thought he would go so far as to burn a girl's face.
"It already happened – long time ago. Don't bring it up," Lal calmly brushed off the subject, before she continued, "And I agree with your plan. The kid M.M. knows sounds like a good candidate."
"Lal," Lancia looked up at her with a serious face, "The kid is Mukuro's apprentice. He taught this kid. I don't trust anyone who's in contact with him."
Lal sighed tiredly, "Look. You trust M.M. don't you?"
"Yeah. Of course," Lancia replied almost without thinking about it.
"But you do know that M.M. talks to Mukuro every now and then," Lal stated.
M.M. had gained a sudden interest in the carpet patterns in the floor, fidgeting guiltily with her fingers.
Lancia frowned, "But that's different… M.M.'s-"
"No. It's not." Lal cut him off, "…we need this plan, Lancia."
Lancia's frown deepened, and after he looked at each leading Dynamite member and saw them all expectantly looking at him, he hung his head and sighed. There was a moment of silence after that where everyone sat there quietly, anticipating their boss's answer.
It took some time before the answer finally came – and in an extremely reluctant tone at that. But, it was an answer that they wanted nonetheless.
"…fine."
Namimori High School, 7.22am
Gokudera came to school the next morning with a lot of things on his mind – the plan of his gang, Lal's burn mark, Mukuro's mysterious past, Tsuna's wellbeing, and… reluctantly, Yamamoto Takeshi.
It wasn't until he reached the school gates that it actually hit him that once again he had opened up to someone he didn't mean to. Furthermore, that 'someone' was an overly optimistic happy-go-lucky baseball freak – the type of guy Gokudera wouldn't even glance at or consider communicating with. From Gokudera's point of view, there was nothing in Yamamoto that was relatable to him.
They lived in separate worlds, they walked separate paths. Gokudera was a rebel, a color gang member – violent, vicious, and volatile; whilst Yamamoto was a typical popular high school guy, content with his life, playing sports and making his way through subjects. If Gokudera's world could be said to be splattered in crimson red, Yamamoto's would be clear blue – complete, polemic opposites.
That was probably why Yamamoto's approach threatened him to some extent, because he was so unused to being taken care of and receiving smiles and kind words for absolutely no reason. Of course, there was Tsuna who was like a beacon of light to Gokudera – but he had known Tsuna from since childhood – he understood Tsuna. But Yamamoto Takeshi… he didn't get him. He didn't understand how someone could want to befriend him without any hidden intentions.
Trouble. That's what Yamamoto was – and he knew it from since the first time they met.
Trouble – because he was so different to what Gokudera had become accustomed to.
Trouble – because he managed to crack a tiny hole in Gokudera's wall of defense.
And troubles were threats… because once someone reached 'him', they could potentially hurt him.
Walking into Tsuna's classroom, however, the usually bright and bubbly 'baseball idiot/trouble' was acting strangely. Yamamoto was sitting in his chair and staring forwards as if in a daze, his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.
The expression almost came as a shock to Gokudera. That guy could actually look serious…?
"Ah, good morning, Gokudera-kun," Tsuna smiled at him.
"Morning," Gokudera replied, as he made himself comfortable sitting on another student's desk.
Yamamoto looked up when he heard Gokudera's voice, before his eyes brightened up when he saw the silvernette sitting in front of him. "Ah, hi Gokudera."
Gokudera looked away from those chocolate eyes, mumbling quietly, "…hey."
Yamamoto smiled, "You're feeling better?"
"Yeah…" Gokudera mumbled awkwardly, suddenly not knowing where to place his arms.
"That's good," Yamamoto nodded, satisfied, before he slowly sank back into his trail of deep thoughts. Gokudera was surprised that Yamamoto didn't ask any more questions. Those emerald eyes glanced at the baseball player before Gokudera frowned when he noticed that expression on Yamamoto's face once again.
What could someone like him possibly be thinking that deeply about?
Gokudera turned, and saw Tsuna looking curiously at Yamamoto as well.
The brown haired boy finally decided to break to silence in the three, "Uh… Yamamoto, do you want to talk to us about something?"
Yamamoto looked up, considered, before he suddenly spoke, "If this guy likes another guy, does that make him gay?"
…wha-?
Both Gokudera and Tsuna stared at Yamamoto.
Tsuna made the faster recovery, "Uh… I guess, Yamamoto… or maybe bi – if he likes girls as well. Ah… why would you ask?"
"I was just… thinking about stuff," Yamamoto replied.
Gokudera thought of Spanner, and how the blonde had asked him the exact question when he started having feelings for Irie Shouichi.
But Yamamoto said he had a crush on this cute girl.
Hey. Now that I think about it, he never really mentioned the gender of his crush.
Does that mean the baseball freak is-
"Wait. Who is this 'guy' you're talking about?" Gokudera wanted to know.
Yamamoto leaned his head to one side, his head conjuring up images of Mukuro with Byakuran, and Hibari with himself. "I'm not sure yet…"
Well, that's not necessarily true. Byakuran was obviously attracted to Mukuro – and as for Yamamoto, he knew he liked Hibari. But the subject of his sexuality never really came to his mind until yesterday. Last night, all he could think about was Hibari and their kiss, his attraction for the head prefect growing that much more. Thinking about it made a faint blush appear on Yamamoto's face.
Both Gokudera and Tsuna saw it. The silvernette narrowed his eyes at Yamamoto suspiciously.
But even before either of them could question him, Yamamoto blurted out, "I think I might be bi."
There was a moment of stunned silence between Tsuna and Gokudera.
"Ah… what makes you think that?" Tsuna asked awkwardly. He had always thought Yamamoto liked girls even though he never really dated anyone, and it never occurred to him that Yamamoto would be anything but straight.
"Haha, well I'm not sure about the sexuality stuff really," Yamamoto smiled, before resting his cheek on the desk and murmuring, "…but I think I really like someone."
Maybe it was the look in those dark chocolate orbs, or that faint blush on his cheeks, or the soft, warm tone of voice, or that easy, carefree, genuine smile… but whatever it was, Gokudera's heart had skipped a beat the moment Yamamoto said it.
What the…
What the hell was that? Gokudera bit his lip, blood rushing unwillingly to his cheeks.
…
…indeed, Yamamoto Takeshi was trouble.
Namimori High School, 12.59pm
Yamamoto had been pacing in front of the Prefect's room for some time now, but he still didn't know what he should do. On one hand he really wanted to see Hibari – not just because he missed his terribly, but also because he needed to figure out what was going on between them. Yamamoto was sure he had not mistaken the look in those dark eyes yesterday when he kissed the Skylark, and Hibari didn't push him away – and that definitely meant something. Yamamoto just needed the confirmation, and he didn't want to wait and let his mind dwindle on it any longer.
However, on the other hand, Yamamoto feared that barging in on Hibari would cause the opposite effect and push the prefect away. Yamamoto had known Hibari long enough to understand that forcing him into something was never a good idea.
But… he needed to know that the kiss meant at least half of what it meant to him for Hibari. Either that or he needed a full, outright rejection, so that he could try to at least hold his feelings before it went too far. Maybe it already did.
Thus, taking a deep breath for the eighth time, Yamamoto knocked on the double doors of the prefect's room.
"Come in," Hibari's voice came through the door – and Yamamoto felt the blood curdle in his chest.
Here goes.
Slowly pushing the door open, Yamamoto stepped silently inside the room.
Hibari was sitting on his desk and working on some papers, as usual, his posture and facial expression calm and relaxed. He didn't look up to see who came in, but instead mumbled, "Just put it on the table, Kusakabe."
Yamamoto smiled lightly, stepping closer to the prefect until he is almost right in front of his desk, watching Hibari work. He murmured, "Ahaha, your concentration is amazing, Hibari."
…!
Hearing Yamamoto's voice froze him, the pen on his paper stopped moving before the prefect looked up at him – those dark eyes masking his confusion with a glare. "…what are you doing here?"
Yamamoto moved closer until he was leaning on the opposite side of Hibari's desk. He replied softly, looking deep into Hibari's black eyes, "I think you know the answer to that, senpai."
Hibari turned sideways, refusing to look at Yamamoto's dark brown eyes which seemed to get to him every time.
Yamamoto observed him, before deciding to continue, "Senpai, yesterday-"
"Shut up," Hibari immediately cut him off, his face flushing red.
"But Hibari-"
"Just shut up," Hibari repeated, "…I don't want to talk about it."
Yamamoto sighed, before he walked around the desk to Hibari's side. The prefect tensed in his chair, very fully aware of the decreasing distance between them.
Gently, Yamamoto placed his hand on top of the prefect's, "Hibari…"
Hibari jerked his arm away, standing up and quickly walking away. But Yamamoto wasn't going to let him go that easily – he knew that this was more or less his only chance.
Following the Skylark to the door, Yamamoto eventually grabbed hold of Hibari's thin wrist before it could turn the handle, murmuring into his ear from the back, "Don't run away. Please, just listen to me."
"Let go," Hibari mumbled, his heart thumping hard and fast in his chest – so much that he was afraid Yamamoto could hear it.
"No," Yamamoto moved his hand from Hibari's wrist to Hibari's hand once again, while his other hand gently wrapped around the perfect's slim waist, pulling him closer.
Hibari tensed even more, feeling his back pressed closely to Yamamoto's body. His heart was going crazy, his breathing shallower and faster. He didn't like feeling so out of control like this – being held between Yamamoto and the door. Even though part of him knew he could easily punch Yamamoto and walk away, another part – that other, confusing, irrational part – was longing to stay and hear what Yamamoto has to say.
Hibari turned his body around so that he was facing the other, before he realized that it was the wrong move. Now, not only were their bodies connected, but Hibari had to face those dark chocolate eyes as well.
Yamamoto observed the blush on Hibari's cheeks, the small breaths, and those eyes that refused to meet his own. He smiled, before he bent close and whispered, right next to his ears, grazing the skin with his lips in the way that he already knew affected Hibari, "…am I making you nervous?"
Hibari tensed, feeling Yamamoto's hot breath run down his neck. He bit his lips, "…what do you want?" Hibari mentally kicked himself for sounding so vulnerable.
Yamamoto leaned back, looking at Hibari and that confused, nervous expression that hardly ever showed itself. A faint smile appeared on his lips before he gently tilted Hibari's head up towards him. Those dark eyes finally moved to meet Yamamoto's then, first showing alarm, before they were melted by the smile on Yamamoto's face and the gaze in Yamamoto's eyes.
Yamamoto no longer hesitated. He gently pushed Hibari's body against the door before he leaned closer and captured Hibari's lips with his own.
At first, this kiss was just like the first – as soft and gentle and airy; lips meeting soft lips. But after they broke for breath, their lips met again in a different way.
Yamamoto ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of Hibari's lips, making Hibari gasp only slightly, but enough for Yamamoto to slip inside, exploring and stealing in on the sweetness within. Almost subconsciously, Hibari responded, meeting Yamamoto's tongue with his own, further deepening the kiss. Yamamoto pressed his body closer to Hibari, pushing him against the door, one hand tracing up the prefect's spine before running through his silky black hair. Hibari trembled with the touch, his knees weakening, and he wrapped his arms around Yamamoto's neck for support.
Another breath. Another kiss. Then another once again.
Until eventually, Yamamoto reluctantly pulled back. Hibari was panting softly, his face flushed red, his lips kiss-swollen, with his eyes glazed. His arms and legs were weak, and he was letting Yamamoto hold him, was hanging onto him and leaning against him. Looking at the Skylark's face, Yamamoto almost couldn't stop himself from moving in for another kiss.
"You," Yamamoto whispered on Hibari's lips, a faint smile on his face, "…I want you."
Hibari looked at that genuine smile, looked into those dark chocolate eyes that were looking at him with so much passion, so much care and so much warmth – and he knew he wanted this as well. He wanted Yamamoto. There was no use denying it all along. Hibari knew himself well – if he hated something, he would never allow it to even come close to him. But if he did let someone in, there was no letting go.
And Yamamoto… he had managed to break into him right from the start.
Even though it was scary that Yamamoto reminded him so much of the only other person who managed to break through… Hibari was going to take that risk again.
Hibari looked at Yamamoto's face one more time, before he leaned up and softly pecked Yamamoto's lips as a reply.
At first, Yamamoto was dumbstruck. Then, he watched Hibari's face blush crimson red all over again and the smile on his face widened to a smile so bright he was almost glowing. Immediately, he hugged Hibari tight, holding that petite form in his arms, feeling happier than ever.
Hibari rolled his eyes at how ecstatic Yamamoto was, but even so, he leaned his head on the curve of Yamamoto's neck, hiding his faint smile behind the baseball player's shoulder.
That faint smile that had disappeared along with someone, some time ago – it had finally returned.
A/N: School is back! Ugh. Aren't we just so glad. =_= But apart from complete torture for me, it also means slower updates for you guys due to the lack of time I have T^T I'm sorry~
But I do hope I can still manage to update weekly… and yesh, please review! :D –cuddles-