A/N: Alright guys, here it is! The last chapter! I just want to thank everyone for sticking with me these last couple of months. Without your guys' encouragement, I doubt that this story would have even been finished, or written for that matter! So thank you guys for everything!
And also, I want to thank leopardstarismyleader for editing this chapter! Thank you so much!
This chapter is rated a low M or a high T for slight sensual scenes (don't worry, it's not another lemon lol). I couldn't really decide for the rating since the content isn't too graphic but I thought I should warn you guys incase I'm immune to my own sense of what I think is graphic or not lol. Also, I would like to apologize in advance for the last part of the story, since it's somewhat cracky. I just couldn't resist XD.
With that, here's your guy's last sim story. Have fun reading!
8059 Sims Story: Ok guys, for my last story, I'm going to share a funny family outing!
Now, first of all, Yoshi had grown up into a teenager by this time (and he turned out quite handsome might I add) ;). And also, just so you guys know, we didn't throw a party for him because Gokudera is now deathly afraid of throwing them, so I didn't want to torture the poor guy just in case the party actually did turn out bad again lol. The only person we invited was Yoshi's best friend, Rikku (who was still a teenager), from across the street. So, after Yoshi grew up, I of course took advantage of the situation and made Yoshi have his first kiss with her. By the end of the night they were going steady (a crack couple for the ages, people! XD).
But I digress.
This outing that I spoke of earlier actually happened while I was watching my sister play with one of her sim families. She had gone to some bar place that had poker tables and a karaoke machine in order to find a girlfriend for her teenage sim. A minute after she had entered the establishment, Yamamoto walked in and sat down at an empty poker table, which was next to my sister's sim's table. Then, another minute or so past, and Gokudera walked in (by this time I was squealing and laughing my ass off because he was wearing his work clothes. At that time, Gokudera was a college professor, so he had this really nerdy brown suit with a bow tie XD). Gokudera then sat down at the empty table next to Yamamoto (I started fan-girling even more), and they started playing a round of poker. And then, to my surprise, and I swear I've never seen something like this before when I'm not controlling my sims, Yoshi walks in and sits down at his parents' table and starts playing poker with them. I was laughing hysterically and squealing in delight at the rare sight of my whole sim family entering the building together and playing poker together without me having any control over them. That just shows how extremely lucky I was to witness it, or just how strong their family's bond was.
But that's not the only thing that happened.
After they were done playing poker, the whole family got up and went over to the karaoke booth (at this time, I'm annoying the living shit out of my sister to follow them with her cursor and completely ignore her sim, so that I can see what they are doing. It rocks being the older sister sometimes XD). I then saw Yamamoto and Yoshi start singing together and, unsurprisingly, they were horrible XD. The whole time they were singing, Gokudera was standing in front of the machine and laughing at them lol. After that was done, Goku got on the microphone with Yamamoto and they both had a turn, the both of them, unsurprisingly again, both sucked (except that Goku was a little more tolerable. I imagined they were trying to sing Oretachi no Joy XD). During this time, it was Yoshi's turn to laugh at his parents XD.
What a dorky, loveable family I have lol. I hope you guys enjoyed this last story. =)
Part 12
Dazzling, mid-morning sunlight spread throughout the room of a certain baseball-loving teen, falling onto the two sleeping figures lying in the bed on the other side of the room. The two prone teen's held each other in a loving embrace, their light snores of content the only sounds to be heard.
As the late morning sunlight hit his eyes, Yamamoto scrunched up his face in discomfort for a moment before he let out a huge yawn and tiredly blinked his eyes open, the taller teen smacking his lips a couple of times as he continued to wake himself. It was here, while Yamamoto was in the process of waking up, that the Rain Guardian noticed how pleasantly warm he felt in his bed with the feeling of another body curled up against his. The raven-haired teen was curious for only a second as he glanced down to see his silver-haired lover sleeping beside him, the smaller teen still fast asleep, despite Yamamoto's movements. As soon as he saw his beloved lying beside him, and felt the distinct lack of clothing on the both of them, memories of the night before flitted through Yamamoto's mind, giddy warmth filling him from head to toe as the memories replayed.
With a goofy and endearing smile spreading across his lips, Yamamoto took in the sight of his lover, his hazel eyes shining in adoration. Gokudera looked so peaceful, so angelic when he slept, and with the light shining down on him from across the room, the young bomber practically glowed with radiance.
Yamamoto swore he had never witnessed something so beautiful in his entire life.
While the taller teen was permanently preserving the current image to memory, he couldn't help but realize that this was the calmest he had ever seen Gokudera sleep. Yamamoto was used to waking up to find the bomber in a random position or sprawled all over him in a messy heap, since the smaller teen was so active when he slept. The taller teen couldn't help but feel a little proud that he had exhausted the other to the point that he was unable to move like he was used to.
As Yamamoto thought about this, and after he observed, quite proudly, that Gokudera's body melded perfectly against his, the smaller teen stirred. Seeing that the other was slowly waking up, Yamamoto reached a hand out to sift his hand through the other's silver locks, causing the young Italian to wake a little faster.
The little teen made a sleepy noise of question as he felt a big, warm hand lovingly caress the side of his face. As Gokudera slowly opened his eyes to greet the new day, he was met by the beaming grin of Yamamoto, the taller teen smiling brighter than the sun coming in through the window.
"Morning, Sleepy Head. How are you feeling?" Yamamoto asked quietly, his voice soft and endearing as his hand traveled down from the bomber's head, tracing its way along Gokudera's side.
The smaller teen shivered at the light, heated touch as he witnessed the other revel in the feeling of the smooth, creamy skin beneath his hand. Memories of the night before slowly replayed through Gokudera's mind, a light blush coming to the little Italian's cheeks as he shifted a little out of embarrassment, and regretted his action soon after. A twinge of pain ran throughout the smaller teen's body, making the silver-haired boy grimace as he felt the raw ache in his lower half.
"Sore." Gokudera groggily grunted out, afraid to move again just in case the pain would escalate. "It's kind of hard to move."
Worry immediately flashed across the taller teen's face as he took in his companion's words.
"R-Really?" Yamamoto stuttered out, his voice edged with distress. "Is there anything I can do to help, Goku—I mean—Hayato?"
The smaller teen almost laughed at how the raven-haired teen stumbled over his name. He couldn't really blame him; they were still so new to the whole idea of calling each other by their first names.
"Just…don't move me, ok?" Gokudera mumbled out sleepily, a note of humor in his voice as he snuggled his head into the pillow below him for emphasis. The silver-haired teen wasn't sure if his lover had picked up on his non-caring attitude, because the distress never left the taller teen's face, his hazel eyes becoming crestfallen.
"I'm sorry…" The dark-haired teen whispered in disappointment, hating the fact that he was the reason his lover was in pain.
Seeing how the other was beating himself up for something that couldn't be helped, Gokudera just rolled his eyes as pleasant warmth turned in his stomach and spread throughout his body. The smaller teen couldn't help but feel flattered by the other's concern for him.
"Takeshi?" Gokudera questioned softly as he brought his hand up from under the covers so that Yamamoto could see it, his pointer finger bending repeatedly in a beckoning motion.
Noticing that the other wanted him to come closer, Yamamoto only too willingly obliged, wanted nothing more than to make it up to Gokudera in any way that he could for causing him pain. As he bent his face forward, wondering what the smaller teen wanted, Gokudera met him half way, pecking Yamamoto softly on the lips before drawing away. The taller teen blinked a couple of times in confusion before he tilted his head slightly to the side in question, looking very much like a confused puppy.
Gokudera almost snorted in laughter at how cute the other looked (which he would never admit out loud!).
"I just remembered that I never said Merry Christmas to you yesterday, so…Merry Christmas, Idiot."
There was a short pause before a gentle smile broke out onto Yamamoto's lips as he laughed in amusement.
"Haha, but it's not Christmas anymore, Hayato. Does that even count?" The raven-haired teen teased, the smile on his face becoming broader by the second.
Gokudera just scoffed and rolled his eyes again before he corrected himself.
"Fine, how about Merry belated-Christmas? That better for you?" The Storm Guardian answered lightly, despite the slight note of irritation in his voice.
Yamamoto just smiled his trademark, idiotic smile, and chuckled at the other's expense.
"Yep! Much better!" The younger teen exclaimed before he hugged the other closer to him and claimed his lips in a slow, delicate, kiss.
Gokudera returned the kiss with gratitude, their tongues rubbing lazily against each other's as the smaller teen tightened his grip around the taller teen's upper body. When they slowly parted for air, Yamamoto rested his forehead against his lover's, the Japanese boy smiling in contentment.
"You're amazing." The young athlete whispered lovingly, his voice hinting at a deeper meaning as he rubbed small circles into the smaller teen's back, his hazel eyes shining with the utmost happiness.
The Storm Guardian's whole body practically exploded into flushed crimson as he noted his lover's words, and the even deeper meaning behind them. He wasn't that good last night! Heck, he had hardly done anything!
"I-Idiot!" Gokudera yelled out in a flustered state, the smaller teen accidentally shifting his body to the side, causing another grimace to overcome his features.
"Shh, don't move, Hayato." Yamamoto whispered soothingly as he kissed the smaller teen's forehead, his hand moving down to his lover's side to rub affectionately at his hip.
"I'm sorry that you're in pain." The taller teen continued. "How about I make us some breakfast and bring it up to you? That way, you don't have to move so much."
The notion sounded so appealing that Gokudera couldn't really refuse, even though he knew that Yamamoto probably had other ulterior motives for wanting breakfast in bed. His boyfriend was such a sap!
Gokudera's only response to his waiting lover was to nod his head in embarrassment.
Yamamoto practically grinned from ear to ear at his lover's acceptance. He couldn't help but inwardly gush at how cute Gokudera looked at the moment.
"Ok! I promise to make it delicious!"
And with that enthusiastic remark, Yamamoto let go of Gokudera and stretched himself out in the bed, trying to awaken his sleepy muscles before he got up to slip on some pants (boxers included, of course), and a t-shirt.
Gokudera's blush shined off his face like a beacon as he watched his lover slip out from under the covers, his toned body on full display as he walked over to his dresser to search for some clothes. The smaller teen couldn't steer his eyes away from the lovely sight. Even if he didn't want them to, his jade-green eyes stayed transfixed on the other almost hungrily.
A playful smirk crossed the young athlete's face as he felt the other's eyes on him. He decided then to purposely take his time in selecting his clothes before getting dressed, which only made Gokudera groan in irritation.
"Haha, you sound kind of frustrated, Hayato." Yamamoto chuckled out as he slipped on a plain blue t-shirt, the taller teen fully dressed now. "Anything I can help you with?"
Gokudera just brought a hand to his forehead and rubbed at his temples as he closed his eyes irritably, Yamamoto's suggestive tone getting on his nerves. He had a feeling that Yamamoto would be insatiable when it came to sexual activity, but the taller teen had to understand that he was in pain right now and not fit for any type of excursion, no matter what his lower half had to say at the moment.
"Just go and make breakfast, Idiot. I'm starving" The silver-haired teen grumbled out as he shifted to lie on his back, his face contorting into a wince as he did so.
In an instant, the suggestiveness in Yamamoto's eyes vanished to be replaced by concern. As the taller teen made his way over to the bed to peck Gokudera one more time on the lips, he stroked the side of his lover's cheek, his voice lowered in sincerity.
"Ok, I'll make you something really good…how about pancakes? I think I have stuff to make the batter."
The smaller teen unconsciously licked his lips at the sound of the offered breakfast food.
"Yeah, sure." Gokudera offered up quietly as he brought a hand up to his mouth and yawned, his eyes blinking sleepily.
With another kiss on the other's forehead to wish the other peaceful sleep, Yamamoto stood up and started making his way towards the hallway, taking note to close his bedroom door behind him as softly as he could so as not to wake his dozing lover.
As he began to make his way down the hall, a peculiar sound reached the baseball player's ears. He could hear Christmas music being played downstairs, which was unusual for his dad, since he usually stopped playing Christmas CD's after Christmas. But there was another sound that accompanied the music that piqued the taller teen's interest. As he approached the stairs and tried to pinpoint the other noise, he finally figured out what the other sound was. Below the loud drum of the stereo in the background, Yamamoto could distinctly pick out the soft murmurings of several people.
In an instant, cold dread took over the young athlete's body as he realized that his dad had opened the store again for customers, but that's not the real reason as to why the usually calm teen was breaking out into a worried sweat. No, it was the fact that he just realized that he had sex with Gokudera last night in his house, under his father's roof, where he was certain that they had been louder than necessary. If that was the case, and his father had overheard…
Yamamoto gulped in trepidation as he slowly made his way down the stairs, ready for the knowing look in his father's eyes. He had been so stupid and careless last night! He had been overcome by his longing to the point where he, and even Gokudera, had refused to be cautious like they normally would be. Hell, the only time that the two of them had been sexual with each other in any sense was when they were safely alone in Gokudera's apartment, where no one would be any the wiser to their relationship. Yamamoto had never tried to come up with a plan of action if his father ever found out about his relationship with Gokudera. He had just always hoped that both he and Gokudera would be cautious around the older man, and that he would never find out.
Obviously, Yamamoto had royally screwed that plan up.
Apprehensive step after apprehensive step, Yamamoto slowly trudged his way down the stairs until he entered the main restaurant. Some regular customers were there to greet him (Yamamoto was thankful that it was only a few), but surprisingly, his dad was nowhere to be seen. Having a feeling as to the older man's whereabouts, and not liking the idea at all, Yamamoto begrudgingly made his way to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast for two.
Upon his entry into the kitchen, Yamamoto practically came face to face with his father, who was at the big wooden counter in the middle of the room, slicing up a giant tuna for orders. The black-haired teen shifted awkwardly in the entrance before he silently made his way over to the fridge to look for his pancake ingredients.
Of course, that didn't stop Tsuyoshi from for greeting his son.
As Yamamoto heard the happy, 'good morning!' directed at him from his father, the taller teen stiffened with his hand on the refrigerator handle, his back turned toward the older man.
"G-Good morning!" Yamamoto nervously replied as he turned to face his father with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to fill in the awkward silence that ensued afterwards.
"So…I didn't expect to hear Christmas music when I came down this morning, haha!"
If Tsuyoshi noticed the uneasiness in his son's laugh, he didn't show it. The spikey-haired man just gave a boisterous laugh as his signature grin appeared on his face.
"Haha! Well I thought that the customers would still like to listen to something festive. After all, just because Christmas is over doesn't mean that people still don't have the spirit for it!"
Yamamoto gave a slight uncomfortable laugh in return, but could feel his muscles relax when his father didn't mention anything about him and Gokudera. With an almost unnoticeable sigh of relief, the taller teen opened the refrigerator, and retrieved a carton of eggs before heading towards a side counter, away from his father so that he wouldn't disturb him.
While this was going on, Yamamoto Senior continued to speak like he usually did, jolly and upbeat, like nothing was out of the norm.
"Haha, I also thought that some music would be a good distraction for the customers, just in case you and Gokudera-kun decided to get frisky again. Hearing strange sounds and thumps coming from the ceiling tends to get awkward for people trying to eat!"
As those overly exuberant words left his father's mouth, and as the outcome he had feared actually reared its ugly head in a completely unexpected way, Yamamoto choked back a startled exclamation as he felt himself trip over his own feet out of shock as he made his way to the counter. From there, Tsuyoshi watched as his son scrambled to keep his footing in all his wide-eyed wonder, the taller teen fumbling with the carton of eggs in his hands as he lost his grip on them. It eventually ended with Yamamoto falling backwards towards the ground, the young athlete's quick reflexes saving him as he grabbed hold of the counter next to him in order to steady himself, his whole body being supported by that one arm as he barely kept himself from hitting the floor, his other arm upstretched towards the heavens with the carton of eggs held triumphantly within his grasp.
With a look of pure horror stretched onto his face as he glanced in his father's direction from his strange position, Yamamoto waited on bated breath for his father's next course of action. He feared that the happy look on his father's face would be replaced with anger and disappointment.
To the younger teen's surprise, the older man burst into loud bouts of laughter. The whole scene had been too much for Tsuyoshi, and as he clutched at his stomach, and tears came to his eyes from how hard he was laughing, he knew that he would never forget his son's reaction, even if he started going senile at that very moment.
"Hahaha! No need to freak out, Takeshi." The older man chuckled out good-naturedly, once he had calmed down enough to form a coherent sentence. "I've known about your guys' relationship for a while now."
Yamamoto could only stare at his father in astonishment as he struggled to get into a standing position once again. Eventually (after safely placing the carton of eggs on top of the counter), the taller teen grabbed the counter's edge with both hands, and dragged himself up. He would have never thought that someone as athletically fit as himself would have problems just trying to stand, but honestly, his whole body was as tense as a coiled up spring, and it felt heavy, like he was deep underwater, struggling to get to the surface.
"H-How d-did you f-find out?" The taller teen finally stuttered out in shock as he finally stood up again, his hands gripping the counter like it was a life preserver. Yamamoto was completely baffled as to how his father had figured out their secret. He and Gokudera had been so careful to not raise suspicion! Just how did this happen?
This time, it was Yamamoto Senior's turn to laugh awkwardly and rub the back of his head. The older man was somewhat surprised that his son hadn't figured out that he had noticed their (rather obvious, in his opinion), relationship.
"Well…" The older man started uneasily as he caught the dismay in his son's eyes. "Remember the first day of Gokudera-kun's training?"
Yamamoto couldn't find the words to speak because of his fear, so he only nodded his head slightly in assent. How could he forget that day? It was the day that he could finally spend his time with his lover even while they were at work. It had been one of his dreams to work alongside the other without having the mafia involved (even though it turned out to be more of a nightmare at first)!
"Remember when Gokudera-kun dropped his pencil when we were practicing taking down orders, and it rolled under the table, so he bent down to get it?" Tsuyoshi continued with a hopeful note in his voice. In all honesty, he wished that Takeshi would actually remember what he was talking about so that he didn't have to finish his explanation.
Seeing the confusion light up his son's irises, Tsuyoshi just sighed and finished his explanation, if somewhat begrudgingly. "Well, when Gokudera-kun bent down to search for his pencil, I was trying to talk to you. You were responding back to me, but your eyes were basically glued to Gokudera-kun's rear end the whole time. From then on, I sort of had a feeling. And as I watched the two of you interact, it became pretty obvious."
As the old memory finally resurfaced, and as his father's words reached his ears, Yamamoto's face exploded into a full-on blush, the young athlete practically dying from embarrassment. Tsuyoshi wouldn't have been surprised if the blush ran all the way to his son's toes.
With a meek 'oh' leaving his lips, and resisting the urge to slap himself in the forehead, Yamamoto quickly turned around and started searching for the ingredients he needed, remembering that he was in the kitchen for a reason. The taller teen was completely lost on what to do. How could he honestly respond to something like that? He was completely embarrassed by his past actions, and embarrassed that his father had known for such a long time. Because of that, he now felt completely self-conscious, wondering if there were any more unconsciously embarrassing things he had done around his lover to raise suspicion. And his father! Even though his dad knew about his relationship with another man, was he really ok with it? Was he disappointed in him? Yamamoto couldn't stop the overwhelming sadness and apprehension he felt as he thought those questions over, while mixing his gathered ingredients into a big mixing bowl as a form of distraction.
Tsuyoshi could only watch as his son awkwardly ignored him, an all-knowing twinkle in his eyes. He had assumed that his son would react this way, and now he could only wait until Takeshi wanted to open the conversation to talk. Tsuyoshi was firm in the belief of taking a passive route to a touchy subject such as this, especially since it was Takeshi's subject to talk about in the first place. He would just be patient and wait, and hope that he didn't get any more customers so that he and his son could have a nice, long talk.
"Um…" Yamamoto finally muttered out in hesitance as he stopped stirring the pancake batter in the bowl. Unable to make himself turn and face his father (something that his dad would probably be disappointed with), the taller teen just asked what had been on his mind for a while now; the same thought that had been a worry for him since the moment he found out he liked Gokudera.
"A-Are you disappointed in me?"
The question was spoken so quietly that Tsuyoshi had almost missed it. His son's voice was so full of fear that it was like he was suspecting his father to actually confirm his question, to disown him, and Tsuyoshi's gut twisted in pity at the thought. It pained him to see, to know, that his son had suffered for a long time, believing that he would be hated for something that came so naturally for him.
"Of course I'm not, Takeshi." Tsuyoshi replied honestly, his voice completely genuine and full of love for his only son. "How could I be disappointed in you falling in love with someone, even if it is a man?"
Yamamoto stood stock still, unable to believe what he was hearing. The taller teen was so shocked by this turn of events that he could only stare ahead of him, his body unable to move to turn and face his father, to see the sincerity in the older man's features.
"R-Really?" The young athlete stuttered out from his position at the counter, his voice shaky and breathless with hope.
Even though Tsuyoshi could only see his son's back, he could understand the tone of Takeshi's voice just fine (he wasn't so old that his hearing was going bad! Well…not that bad). A small smile adorned the older man's lips for a moment, as he tried to keep his voice light while he continued with his honest talk.
"Yes." Tsuyoshi confirmed with light-hearted finality, before he went on to share the rest of his thoughts. "If there is anything that I am disappointed about, it's the fact that I won't get biological grandchildren…if any at all, haha."
Yamamoto couldn't help but let out a light chuckle with his father, thankful that the older man was taking everything so well. Truthfully, he had always wanted kids too, but with the fact that Gokudera wasn't exactly fond of kids, and that living the life of a Mafioso was extremely dangerous, the concept of having children in his life was a far-out, almost unattainable, dream.
"Actually," Yamamoto Senior continued, the laughter in his voice gone as it took on a note of seriousness. "Even though I'm happy for you, Takeshi, and that you're serious about your relationship with Gokudera-kun, I can't help but feel worried. I just can't stop the feeling that, you know…you could have picked someone…better?"
Even though the last part of his sentence came out in uncertainty, like the spiky-haired man couldn't decide if that was the right way to express what he was feeling, those words were daggers to Yamamoto's heart. Whatever hope or happiness he had been feeling with his father's acceptance to his relationship was gone, only to be replaced by hurt and anger. The raven-haired teen felt insulted at his father's suggestion, not only for himself, but for Gokudera as well.
"How can you say that?" Yamamoto shouted furiously as he stopped whatever he was doing, and spun around to face his dad with a hurt glare, the young man quick to come to the defense of his lover.
"Do you have any idea how much Gokudera has changed since you met him five years ago? He's grown so much. He actually knows how to get along with people now! He has friends, a family, and he actually opens up to me now! He even thinks of you as his father figure! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Tsuyoshi was completely speechless and taken back by Yamamoto's reaction. He knew he should have phrased his last sentence differently, but that didn't change the fact that he did say something insulting. Because of that, he couldn't get a word in edge wise as his son continued to yell, and get angry with him, for the first time in his life.
"Gokudera has been through so much, Dad. Sure, he can be a little crude, stubborn, and he's quick to let his anger get to him, but underneath all that, he just wants to be accepted, he just wants a place to belong, and I'm damn proud that he decided to let me be the one to love him like he deserves!"
The silence that ensued after that was tense as father and son stared each other down, one completely shocked at the turn of events, and the other glaring heatedly in rebellion. If there were any doubts before, there certainly were none now when it concerned Takeshi's feelings for his silver-haired lover, Tsuyoshi was dead certain about that.
The older man broke the silence by letting out a deep sigh as he rubbed at his temples, trying to find the words to calm his son down and change the situation around.
"I'm sorry, Takeshi. Really." Tsuyoshi started out with another apologetic sigh. "I…I didn't phrase what I really wanted to say correctly. I'm sorry that because of my screw up that you ended up getting hurt by my words."
Yamamoto's tensed up body seemed to relax slightly at his father's words, but the anger and hurt in his expression never waned. The taller teen just stood his ground and waited to hear the rest of his father's explanation.
"You know that I'm only concerned for your wellbeing, Takeshi." The older man continued as he rubbed the back of his head in anxiety. "I have nothing against Gokudera-kun, I really don't! He's a character for sure, but I know he's a good kid at heart, and he's always trying his best. I just…" Tsuyoshi paused for a moment as he gathered the rest of his thoughts, a look of pain crossing his worn features. "I just feel that he's going to lead you down a dangerous path, Takeshi. That if you choose to follow your relationship with him, life will only continue to become difficult for you…"
There was another momentary pause, before the pained look in Tsuyoshi's eyes became gentle, and heartwarming, the older man never losing his serious attitude as he gave his son a small smile of acceptance.
"…But I've seen the two of you interact, and I know for a fact that you two care for each other deeply. If this is the path you've both decided to take, and if the both of you really make each other happy, then I can't complain. After all, what good father doesn't want his boys to be happy?"
As those words reached his ears, Yamamoto's expression slowly changed from anger to relief, thankful that he had heard his old man refer to Gokudera as one of his own. His father was truly amazing, perceptive, and most of all, understanding. Yamamoto was so thankful to have a father like him, and he could only hope that his relationship with Gokudera would progress from here, so as not to disappoint him (and who knows; maybe they could adopt some kids in the future?).
Kids or not, all the raven-haired teen knew at the moment, was that he had this image of the three of them being a big happy family, and he wanted to make that image a reality; especially for Gokudera.
"Thanks, Dad." Yamamoto uttered gratefully, a small, happy smile slowly spreading across his lips.
Tsuyoshi just chuckled and rubbed the back of his head some more, relieved that the air between his son and himself was back to normal.
After mentioning that he should get back to his customers, and that Takeshi and Gokudera-kun should spend the rest of their day peacefully, Tsuyoshi started heading back towards the main restaurant with the promise of extra sushi for dinner. Yamamoto smiled at the prospect, and turned around to finish making his breakfast (or brunch in his case), only too eager to see his little bomber again.
When Yamamoto finally made his way back up the stairs, a breakfast tray topped with two plates of steaming pancakes, a cup of coffee, and glass of milk in his hands, the younger teen couldn't suppress the happy-go-lucky smile on his face and the hop to his step. Yes, the young athlete was extremely happy and worry free after his talk with his father, and his happiness only increased as he thought about the prospects of a romantic breakfast in bed with his beloved bomber.
All of that happiness was quickly replaced with concern though, when the taller teen opened the door to his bedroom (with some difficulty), and found Gokudera sitting up in bed, the covers pooling around his naked hips, and his face in his hands.
Yamamoto was startled to say the least, and he honestly believed that the smaller teen was crying until he inspected the other further. As he got a closer look, it became clear to the raven-haired teen that the other wasn't crying because he made no noise whatsoever, and his shoulders weren't shaking, they were just tense and hunched up. But that still didn't change the fact that Gokudera was upset about something.
Setting his breakfast tray on the floor, Yamamoto cautiously made his way towards the bed, the other's name leaving his lips in a soft question.
Hearing his name, Gokudera glanced up in Yamamoto's direction, a look of complete horror on his face.
The concern for his lover only escalated as Yamamoto saw the smaller teen's expression. Just what on earth happened while he was gone to cause Gokudera to react this way?
Gokudera apparently saw the question in the taller teen's eyes, because in the next moment, he opened his mouth to speak.
"T-This is your house…" The smaller teen stated slowly in a state of shock, is voice carrying a tone of utter disbelief, like the fact that he had stated was too earth shattering to even conceive.
Yamamoto's concern quickly turned into confusion.
"Hayato, what—?"
"This is your house!" Gokudera interrupted with a note of hysterics, his jade-green eyes becoming wild with despair. "I can't believe I just realized that we just had sex in your house! Your father probably heard us! His bedroom is right next door for fucking sake! Hell, he could have probably heard us all the way from downstairs, since we weren't exactly trying to be quiet!"
Yamamoto could only watch on as his lover freaked out and spoke a mile a minute, his eyes becoming so round that the taller teen wondered if they would pop out of the older teen's head at any moment.
"Fuck! Why wasn't I thinking? We could have at least tried to be quiet!" Gokudera continued to lament as he averted his eyes away from the taller teen in shame. He wasn't ashamed of what they did; far from it, in fact. No, he was ashamed of what the answer to his next question would be, because he already had a suspicion as to what it was.
"Does…Does your dad know?" The young Italian choked out as he hung his head low in despair, already fearing the answer.
Yamamoto muttered out a soft 'yeah', which Gokudera was only too willing to take. Before the raven-haired teen could go on to explain the situation in the kitchen, Gokudera already assumed how Tsuyoshi thought of him now, and brought his hands to his forehead, his slim fingers clutching at his hair in despair.
"Wait, Hayato! It's alright, really!" Yamamoto exclaimed as he knelt down near the bed so that his face was somewhat level with his lover's. The silver-haired teen didn't loosen the grip he had on his hair, but he did turn to look at his companion with a look of startled wonder on his face.
"I talked to my dad, and he accepts us, Hayato!" The raven-haired teen went on to explain, jubilant expression lighting up his face. "He's actually known about us for a while—"
Gokudera's eyes widened back into shock as he opened his mouth to question, but Yamamoto completely ignored him (it was obvious he did it on purpose, and Gokudera made a mental note to press on it further at a later time), and continued talking.
"—you know how perceptive my dad is, after all, haha! But even though he's a little disappointed that I won't give him any grandkids, and he's worried about what our futures may hold, he really just wants the both of us to be happy."
As Yamamoto ended his explanation with his trademark, idiotically innocent, grin, Gokudera could only stare at him completely flabbergasted.
"Really?" The smaller teen whispered; the other's words too good to be true.
Yamamoto just bestowed his little lover with an endearing gaze as he responded.
"Yeah, he really does, Hayato." The young athlete replied gently, his gaze sincere. "He literally stated that he couldn't consider himself a good father if he didn't want his boys to be happy! Did you hear that? My father actually thinks of you as a son!"
Gokudera could only stare at the taller teen in complete astonishment. Almost believing that he had heard wrong. But as he looked into Yamamoto's eyes, and the other teen nodded his head in assent to his silent question, the smaller teen couldn't stop the overwhelming sense of relief and happiness that washed over him.
Feeling his eyes beginning to tear up again, Gokudera quickly brought his kneeling lover into a tight embrace, hiding his face from view in the crook of the other's neck. Of course, that didn't stop Yamamoto from seeing Gokudera's eyes glisten with unshed tears before he did so. The young athlete just smiled softly to himself as he hugged the older teen back, waiting patiently for the other to compose himself.
When Gokudera finally drew himself away, denying vehemently that he had gotten emotional in the first place, Yamamoto got up and brought the breakfast tray over to the bed. After setting the scrumptious food upon the smaller teen's lap and sitting across from him on the bed, the two teens happily dug into the food, neither of them realizing just how hungry they were until they both took their first bite of the fluffy pancakes.
Once they were done devouring their breakfast with hardly a word said between them (Yamamoto was slightly disappointed that their breakfast in bed hadn't been ideally romantic), and they noticed how dirty they were from the night before and from eating their syrupy cakes, Yamamoto was only too happy to suggest taking a bath together. Gokudera was a little hesitant towards the idea at first, even though the both of them had bathed together before. It was just that everything felt so new to him still, like the night before had reset everything, and the silver-haired teen was irritated that, because of that feeling, he was being reduced to a blushing virgin at the suggestion.
Yamamoto chuckled upon seeing the vibrant blush spread across his lover's face, his adoration for the Storm Guardian only increasing when he saw him silently nod his assent towards a bath together. Excited about the prospects, the raven-haired teen kissed the feisty bomber on the lips, before declaring that he would get the bath ready.
With an overly pleased look on his face and a bounce to his step, Yamamoto left his bedroom while humming a happy tune in a rather out of key manner (much to Gokudera's irritation). After filling the old-styled cedar tub with steaming hot water and placing a wash basin with shampoo, soap, and wash clothes near the shower station, the overly happy teen made his way back to the room, only to find Gokudera trying to struggle up from the floor (apparently, he had tried to walk on his own).
Giving his lover a look of guilt as the smaller teen shot a venomous glare his way (which did nothing to distract Yamamoto from noticing the embarrassed blush adorning Gokudera's cheeks), the tranquil Rain Guardian went over and helped his lover onto his feet. Seeing that the other still winced at the slight action, and that his legs were still wobbly, Yamamoto then decided to throw caution to the wind and picked Gokudera up bridal style, despite the smaller teen's protests and slaps to his chest. Yamamoto just laughed the other's antics off as he entered the bathroom, and placed the silver-haired teen gently down on a bath stool, offering the other to wash up first since he still had to remove his clothes.
As Yamamoto made his way over to a far corner of the bathroom to place his clothes in a basket, Gokudera heeded the other's words and started applying soap to one of the wash clothes after he had soaked his body with the shower hose. It had been awhile since he had the luxury of taking a Japanese-styled bath. His small apartment bathroom was only equipped with a western, duel shower and tub, to save up on space, after all.
By the time the raven-haired teen returned, Gokudera already had a good lather over most of his body, especially in a certain area. Yamamoto couldn't help but blush at that as he offered to scrub down the smaller teen's back. The feisty Italian was only too quick to hand over the wash cloth, the smaller teen humming in approval once he felt the taller boy scrub along his spine in gentle circles. It was here that the young athlete was quick to notice that Gokudera hadn't shampooed his hair yet. As Yamamoto reached for the shampoo bottle, he noticed the quick glance that his lover gave him before the silver-haired teen turned back to his original position and waited, not bothering to make a fuss at Yamamoto's suggestion, or stop him for that matter.
The young athlete smiled softly as he came to realize that Gokudera had probably wanted him to wash his hair from the start. He didn't leave his lover disappointed as he applied an adequate amount of shampoo to his hand and began lathering up the other's silver tresses, the taller teen's calloused hands just the right mixture of gentle and firm, as he massaged his lover's scalp. Yamamoto tried not to get too excited at the low hums and light moans of approval that left Gokudera's lips from the lavished treatment, knowing that the smaller teen was in no condition for any form of sexual activity.
Deeming that he should probably stop before things got too out of hand, Yamamoto stopped massaging the other's scalp to help him stand as they went under the shower head to rinse off together (it really worked out in the end since Gokudera had trouble standing and Yamamoto still had to wash up too). As the warm water cascaded down their bodies, washing the soap off of Gokudera's skin, the two teens just held each other closely, their lips finding each other's in a slow, heated kiss. Both of the teens closed their eyes in rapture as their tongues tangled and tussled lovingly, both basking in the other's touch, and the moment.
When the kiss ended, and Gokudera's hair and body had been thoroughly rinsed of soap, the taller teen helped the smaller over to the awaiting tub. After some slight protests from the young Italian about returning the favor in helping the other wash up, and in which Yamamoto refused the other's help, knowing that the other's touch would only undo him more, Gokudera was slowly lowered into the tub to soak.
By the time Yamamoto joined his lover in the circular tub after washing himself off, Gokudera was thoroughly enjoying his bath, the warm water doing wonders for his aching muscles. The taller teen chuckled at the other's pleased and relaxed expression, the silver-haired teen looking very much like a purring cat basking in the sun. Really, Gokudera was too cute for words sometimes.
With his body heat adding to his lover's comfort, Gokudera was completely and utterly relaxed for one of the very few times in his life. As he rested his head on Yamamoto's shoulder, and the taller teen wrapped an arm around his waist in return, the Storm Guardian couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, Yamamoto soon joining in.
"You're in a cuddly mood today." The Rain Guardian commented with a pleased hum, not at all complaining about how affectionate the other was being.
"Keep talking and I won't be." Gokudera lightly grumbled back as he closed his eyes, nuzzling the side of his head into the taller teen's shoulder more.
Yamamoto's only reply was a warm-hearted chuckle and a soft smile as he affectionately squeezed the smaller teen's hip under the water. The two of them sat in silence for a couple minutes, both of them relaxing as the warm water soothed their stiff joints. That is, until thoughts about the future resurfaced in Yamamoto's mind as he remembered his earlier conversation with his father. A light frown soon came upon the taller teen's lips as he unconsciously tightened his hold around his precious lover.
"I'm going to miss this." Yamamoto broke through the silence lightly, his voice filled with sadness. "You know, being around you all the time…"
Gokudera stiffened at his companion's words as he was reminded of their current time limit. They only had about four more months of high school before they would be going off to separate colleges. When that time came, they would hardly get to see each other. After all, the colleges they were entering were a couple hours away from each other, and both of them were going to have very difficult schedules to work around. So it would only be too soon that moments like this would become few and far between.
"It can't be helped. We both decided this." Gokudera reminded his lover as gently as he could. They had discussed this some couple months back when they were picking out the colleges they wanted to go to.
"I wanted to go to a prestigious college for the challenge of my studies, and because it would look good if the Tenth Vongola boss's right-hand man went to an honorary college. And you have a scholarship to join one of the most athletically credible colleges in the country, which also has a pretty decent academic program that even your idiotic brain can follow without too much trouble. We both came to the conclusion that you couldn't follow me to my college because the academic curriculum would be too difficult for you, and since you would only get into it via scholarship anyway, and since the Tenth and you both refused to let me follow you guys, because you didn't want to hold me back from what I wanted to do for myself, and for the Family."
Even with his boyfriend's matter-of-fact attitude, Yamamoto could still pick up the twinge of disappointment and depression their current talk was bringing out in him. Although he didn't want to show it, Yamamoto could tell that Gokudera was going to miss him too. The taller teen brought his head down to bury his face into his lover wet, silver locks, the smaller teen hesitantly returning the affection by wrapping his arm around Yamamoto's waist as well. They were just going to have to make these last few months count, and cherish the moments they had, before they had to separate again.
As the both of them sat there, both losing track of the time as they came to their silent agreement, they both knew that even though they would separate again (on completely different terms, thankfully), they would make time to see each other whenever the opportunity arose. They had gone through far too much in the past couple of months to just let things end now, just because of the prospect of a long distance relationship. Gokudera had even mentioned to Yamamoto, when they had come to their decision earlier on in the year, that their years in college were training them for when they would be going on separate missions after they became the official Tenth Generation to the Vongola Family. Those missions required them to leave for months or even years on end, depending on the situation. So in actuality, if they could get through their distance apart in college, then they could get through their missions in the future without too much trouble.
But still, the prospect of being far apart for months on end was grating and depressing. No matter what happened, from here on out, things were just going to become more difficult. And as the two teens held each other, both of them knew that the other was up for the challenge; distance wasn't going to tear them apart.
As he contemplated this, and about when their next vacation time would be, Yamamoto suddenly remembered the present his father gave him for Christmas. A newfound excitement coursed through the young athlete's veins as he thought over the idea of spending his summer break with Gokudera in Tokyo.
"Hey, Hayato?" The raven-haired teen questioned in his excitement, as he waited for his lover to look at him. He was so happy that he might be able to use the tickets his father had bought for him, since the thought of using them had only depressed him the day before.
Hearing the drastic change in tone in his lover's voice, Gokudera raised his head from the other's tanned shoulder and peered into his enthusiastic eyes with interest, wondering what had caused such a change.
"What?" The smaller teen asked lightly in curiosity.
"Well, I—you know—um…" The taller teen fumbled out in a rush, eager to share his good news. "For Christmas, my dad bought me two tickets to Tokyo as a going away present that I'm supposed to use for my summer vacation. He said that he would pay for all of the expenses too, and that I could take any of my friends along!" He paused then for a moment, his gaze becoming earnest. "Will you come with me to Tokyo, Hayato?"
The silver-haired teen stared up at the other aghast, completely shocked at the turn of events. Truth be told, he loved the idea of spending his vacation in Tokyo, just the two of them, but the young bomber couldn't help but be a little upset at the reminder of the other's Christmas present, and his recent trip to Tokyo through the Ten-Year-Bazooka.
"Two tickets to Tokyo for Christmas, huh?" Gokudera whispered out a little hoarsely as he averted his gaze downwards, away from the other's concerned hazel eyes. "I…bet that felt horrible…getting those, yesterday…"
"Hey." Yamamoto stated firmly as he lifted the smaller teen's chin up with his free hand, his eyes resolute. "That's all water under the bridge now. What matters now is that I enjoy my use out of them, and with the person I love."
Emerald green eyes shook with uncertainty as they stared up into fervent brown, the taller of the two seemingly contemplating something over, before he spoke again.
"You know what? If you come with me, we can go and visit the hotel I saw your mom at." The taller teen offered, his eyes sparking with vigor as he explained his new idea. "I definitely know that my dad wouldn't be able to afford for the both of us to stay there, haha, and I don't remember the name, but I'm pretty sure I would recognize it if I saw a picture of it. I think your mom told me that her father owned the hotel, and one of his friends owned the classy restaurant there. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we just went in there to look, since you're the grandson of the hotel's owner and all."
There was another short pause in where Gokudera sadly shifted his gaze to the side, unable to move his head since Yamamoto still held his chin within his hand.
"Both of my mother's parents died a year before I came to Japan. I never got a chance to talk to them…"
"O-Oh…" The taller teen stated awkwardly, before quickly bouncing back with his regular enthusiasm. "W-Well maybe your grandfather's friend is still alive and in charge of the restaurant? If he is, I'm sure he would like to meet you since he knew your mother very well too! The reason why she was there in the first place was because she was helping to fill in for his regularly scheduled pianist. Would…" He continued softly. "…Wouldn't it be cool to see one of the places where your mother played piano? Wouldn't you want to see the place where I…I got our promise ring?"
At that, the silver-haired teen consciously felt the empty space around his neck where the promise ring had laid only moments ago (he had taken it off before entering the shower since he didn't want it to rust). That was the only reminder he needed in order to answer the taller teen's question.
"Well, I suppose we can visit it…" Gokudera tried to mutter off-handedly, like he wasn't fazed by the importance of the scenario. "But while we're also in Tokyo, we're going to see some museums! The least I can do is force some knowledge into your head, since you're probably only going to want to do stupid things like go to a baseball game!"
At first, Yamamoto could only blink at the other stupidly, completely surprised by his lover's answer. When the words finally sunk in, and he realized that Gokudera had accepted not only his offer to travel to Tokyo with him, but to visit the spot he had met his mother, the taller teen's face broke out into jubilation.
"Well, baseball would be in season at the time, haha!" The young athlete laughed ecstatically. "It would be a waste not to see one game!"
Gokudera just grumbled and rolled his eyes as he turned away from the other, trying to hide the blush flourishing onto his cheeks. Of course, that didn't stop his taller companion from swooping down and planting a passionate 'thank you kiss' on his lips.
An hour later, after fully enjoying their bath, Yamamoto and Gokudera headed back towards the taller teen's bedroom. The stubborn, silver-haired teen slowly followed after his fully-clothed boyfriend with a towel wrapped around his waist, despite Yamamoto's slight protests to help him. Gokudera had realized that he was able to walk (somewhat), all by himself now, and was taking full advantage of it; it was just a slow process. It really didn't help matters much when it looked like he had a limp though.
Once the two teens entered the bedroom, Gokudera walked over towards Yamamoto's closet to grab some of the clothes that he kept there for his overnight stays, while the raven-haired teen noticed the wrapping paper and gift box from yesterday laying on the ground, and went over to pick them up. While the taller teen stooped down to retrieve the parcels on the ground, something flashy caught his eye. Taking a quick glance in the direction of the sheen, caramel-colored eyes took in the sight of the silver and black, punk-styled, cross emblem, which lay on the floor an arm's width away. As recognition dawned in the Rain Guardian's eyes, he reached a tan hand across the floor and picked the emblem (his emblem, courtesy of Gokudera), off of the floor, feeling the somewhat heavy weight of the metal in his palm.
After throwing the wrapping paper and gift box away in a nearby garbage can, Yamamoto retrieved his Vongola Gear from his bedside table. With that, he easily slipped the emblem through the chain and re-attached the necklace around his neck, feeling the extra weight as the emblem was added to his ensemble.
As he admired how the cross looked next to his sword emblem, Gokudera came up beside him, the smaller teen fully dressed now, and ready for the remainder of the day. The young Italian gave his lover's gear a quick once over, before he turned his head and started slipping back on his assortment of jewelry that was also laid upon Yamamoto's bedside table.
"Hm, not bad." The silver-haired teen commented as he slipped on his rings and bracelets, his tone light with self-satisfaction.
Yamamoto gave a knowing smile as he noted the other's pleased tone.
"Yeah, I think it looks pretty cool too, haha! Thanks, Hayato."
Gokudera didn't respond as he tried to fully turn his body away from the other to hide his blush, and distract himself with re-attaching his necklaces. Yamamoto saw this as an opportunity, and quickly reached out to grab the necklace with the promise ring from the nightstand before Gokudera could. After that, despite the smaller teen's protests and complaints about Yamamoto being a cheesy idiot, Gokudera allowed the other to place the necklace around his neck where it belonged.
From there, the rest of their afternoon was spent playing video games up in Yamamoto's room, and, for old time's sake, doing some laundry, since they had made a mess of the taller teen's bed sheets. Gokudera was sort of proud (but he would never admit it), to see his companion at work in the laundry room, noting the massive difference in Yamamoto's laundry expertise from their first laundry expedition a year ago.
It was also around mid-afternoon when Gokudera received a call from Tsuna, catching the two teens off guard. The smaller teen was a little flustered at the unexpected call, but answered his awaiting boss anyways, who had called to check up on him and to ask how things with Yamamoto had gone. The raven-haired teen in question just smiled satisfactorily as he overheard the conversation, since Gokudera was sitting right next to him in front of his game console, their video game currently paused.
After explaining to Tsuna that everything was alright between Yamamoto and him, and hearing a sigh of relief from the shorter teen on the other end of the phone, there was a sudden exclamation and an 'oof' from Tsuna before the voice on the other end changed into a more nasally one. Both Yamamoto and Gokudera stiffened as they heard Reborn ask in his all-knowing voice, if they had, 'done it' yet, already knowing the answer despite his questioning tone. Gokudera couldn't even reply when he heard Bianchi raging on the other end, a short distance away from Reborn apparently, about melting Yamamoto's face off with her poison cooking for defiling her little brother. The call ended with Reborn telling them to not let their relationship mess with their work, and with an exclamation from Tsuna—"What? They're going out?—before the dial tone signaled that the Arcobaleno had hung up.
Yamamoto and Gokudera could only stare at the phone in utter shock before the silver-haired teen slapped himself in the forehead, worrying about how the Tenth would perceive him now, while his taller companion laughed nervously beside him. With a little consoling from Yamamoto that Tsuna wouldn't stop being their friend just because of their sexual preferences, Gokudera made a mental note to call Tsuna up later to talk, while Yamamoto made his own mental note to not go anywhere near Tsuna's house in general, for fear of Bianchi.
Once dinner time finally rolled around, and the two hungry teens made their way down stairs (Yamamoto had to help Gokudera a little bit, much to the smaller teen's chagrin), they were met with an empty shop. Tsuyoshi was currently sweeping up the store, and as he waved to the two teens, mentioning that the left over sushi was in the kitchen (Gokudera shying his eyes away from the older man out of self-consciousness), he quickly went back to his work of closing up his shop.
It was twenty minutes later, while the two teens were finishing up their meal and fighting over the last piece of fatty tuna, that the both of them got a surprise. Just as Yamamoto won the argument, and popped the last piece of sushi into his mouth, Tsuyoshi came bursting into the kitchen with a camcorder held up to his face.
"Oh Takeshi, I almost forgot!" The older man exclaimed in excitement as he made his way up to the kitchen table, and practically shoved the video recorder into the two boys' surprised faces. "Your mother would have been disappointed with me if I didn't get another one of your firsts on camera!"
The two teens stared up at the older man in complete confusion (Gokudera more so than Yamamoto, of course), before the taller teen's eyes lit up in realization, a blush quickly flourishing across his cheeks.
"D-Dad! Mom doesn't need to know about it!" The young swordsman cried out in horror as he tried to cover the video camera lens with his hands.
Tsuyoshi was still nimble in his old age, of course, so he just danced out of his sitting son's reach, camcorder still happily recording his and Gokudera's moment.
"Now, now, Takeshi, remember the rules. I have to record all of your firsts." The older man stated with a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm just recording your moment with Gokudera-kun here, since I couldn't exactly record you guys doing your thing last night. That would have been rude, awkward, and not to mention, completely creepy."
Yamamoto could only cover his scarlet face with his hands, and groan in embarrassment, while Gokudera stared between the two Yamamotos, completely flabbergasted, lost, and a little freaked out that Yamamoto Senior had just mentioned his son's sexual excursion the night before so casually, like he was mentioning the weather.
"Just what the fuck are you two talking about?" The silver-haired teen exclaimed in complete astonishment, a look of horror (much like his boyfriend's), marring his features at the implications of what Tsuyoshi just said.
"Oh! Sorry for keeping you out of the loop, Gokudera-kun." Tsuyoshi mentioned, as he brought the video camera down from his face so that he could fully look at the other, but still kept the camera at head level in order to capture his footage. "It's been a common tradition in this household since Takeshi was born. Even though his mother isn't with us anymore, I didn't want to leave her out of seeing our precious son grow up, so I came up with the idea of recording all of Takeshi's 'firsts' on video. The first time he smiled, laughed, joined the baseball team, you name it! I've recorded them all in order to share them with my wife. We watch all of the videos over our anniversary!"
No words could describe what Gokudera was feeling at that moment as he stared up into Tsuyoshi's jubilant face. Shocked didn't even begin to cut it.
"S-So, what you're recording now is…" The stuttering Storm Guardian trailed off as realization and dismay slowly dawned on him.
"Yep! This is Takeshi's first 'morning after', although it's technically evening." Tsuyoshi exclaimed without a care in the world as he brought the camcorder up to his eye again. "I couldn't really get this footage since I was so busy with the shop this morning, and actually, I had completely forgotten! Good thing I finally remembered! Now smile for the camera, Gokudera-kun."
"I think Mom is fine without seeing this, Dad!" Yamamoto shouted in embarrassment from behind his hands. Tsuyoshi naturally ignored him, opting to instead talk to the camcorder like it was his wife as he circled around the table, taking joy out of seeing his son squirm in embarrassment. He saw this as a form of punishment for keeping him up last night.
"Look Misaki! Our son's all grown up and in love. Isn't it cute?"
"Dad! Stop it!" Yamamoto begged as he found the strength to jump from his chair and push his father out of the room, Tsuyoshi laughing the whole way, even after the kitchen door was slammed shut in his face.
"Hey! Don't slam the door, Takeshi! The wood paneling is fragile!"
Yamamoto ignored his father's order, and turned around to face his completely dumbstruck lover still sitting at the kitchen table. An awkward silence ensued as the two stared at each other, not sure on what to do, or how to react. Finally, unable to take the silence any longer, Yamamoto gave out a nervous laugh as he hitched a thumb over his shoulder to point at the door.
"Heh, sorry, my dad's a little eccentric…"
There was another short pause, before Gokudera found the words to reply.
"Che, tell me something I don't know, Idiot." The smaller teen mumbled out awkwardly as he ruffled his hair with a hand, trying to steer the topic into less awkward territory.
Too bad he failed.
"So…he records your firsts, huh?"
"Um…yeah, haha. Kind of weird, isn't?" Yamamoto laughed lightly in embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well…it's kind of a nice thing…to do for your mother, I mean." The silver-haired teen responded slowly, his eyes alighting with a bit of intrigue.
Yamamoto was quick to catch the glimpse in the other's eye, and a newfound dread overcame him.
"You want to see the videos now, don't you?" The taller teen uttered with defeat, a slight slouch to his posture.
"Will they be embarrassing?" The smaller teen asked, a note of hope entering his words.
"Some of them will be, yeah." Yamamoto muttered dejectedly as he made himself busy by grabbing their dirty dishes, and placing them in the sink. He already had an idea of what Gokudera was going to say next.
"Well, then they might be worth seeing once." Gokudera answered with a slightly evil smirk. He couldn't wait to see what was on those tapes that would cause his boyfriend to fidget like he was now. Oh, this was going to be good.
Knowing that there was no way he could refuse the other, Yamamoto conceded in defeat. Truthfully, he was kind of looking forward to watching some of his home videos with Gokudera (albeit the embarrassing ones), so he couldn't complain too much.
"Ok, they're placed in the living room, so we can go and watch them." Yamamoto replied with a slightly shaky smile. "You know, I really am sorry about what my dad did earlier. I promise that something that embarrassing won't happen to you again."
Seeing the apology in his lover's eyes, Gokudera's voice became a little softer as he responded back, getting up from his chair.
"Che, don't worry about it. I was just shocked, that's all." The smaller teen tried to defend, failing to stop the blush that came to his cheeks. "Anyways, it doesn't matter now since it's over. As for it not happening again, I'm not too sure about that."
Yamamoto raised his eyebrows in confusion at the other's statement.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Gokudera shifted awkwardly for a moment before he replied in a more confident manner.
"Well, you're dad was recording your first morning after you topped, right?" The silver-haired teen explained with certainty. "He'll probably want to record the morning after you bottom too."
Yamamoto blinked in shock for a moment, before he laughed, not expecting something like that to come out of his lover's mouth.
"Wow, you sound pretty confident there, Hayato!" The taller teen teased lightly. "You think you can make me bottom?"
"Che! I don't think so, I know so." The little Italian stated with a confident smirk. "You just watch out for yourself sometime in the near future." And with that, the Storm Guardian started hobbling away in the direction of the living room.
Yamamoto just watched his lover trying to walk away, and burst into laughter, his embarrassment over their previous situation completely forgotten.
"Hahahaha! You know, it's hard to take you seriously when you're limping away from me like that!"
Gokudera's only reply to that was a loud, 'shut up!', before the taller teen joined him on their trek to the living room. When they sat down to view the tons of videos his father had recorded, Yamamoto couldn't help but smile in contentment as he placed his arm around his lover while they snuggled into the couch (Gokudera, of course, putting up a fuss when he did). And as the promise ring glistened around the smaller teen's neck from the setting sunlight, the taller teen knew that an interesting future was ahead of him. No matter what the obstacle, or how difficult the times were going to be for them, Yamamoto had a feeling that the both of them would be able to see it through, and keep growing together.
And as the taller teen caught the glance and the soft smile from his smaller companion out of the corner of his eye, he knew that Gokudera felt the exact same way.
A/N: And there you have it guys, the last chapter! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And actually, this story will update one more time, believe it or not. Leopardstarismyleader has decided to write an extra piece for this fic as a little omake. So do please read that when you get a chance to guys!
So with the omake, this story would end with thirteen chapters. I'm a little uncomfortable with that, since I'm a tad superstitious lol. I do have ideas for a one shot for this story, but it's up to you guys if you think I should just end the storyline as it is (it has been going for two whole fics after all), or do you guys want to see a one shot/after story about the two boys' trip to Tokyo? If I do write another chapter, it might take a while to do, because I have other projects that I need to attend to first.
Speaking of that, I wanted your guys help for my next project as well. As I had stated in Washing Rain, I want to write a fan-based novelization concerning Gokudera and Yamamoto. To do that, I would have to go through both the manga and the anime, search out the hints I find, and basically write about how Yama and Goku grew in their relationship from rivals to friends, and etc. It's a very big project to undergo, and I'm not guaranteeing that it will actually turn out, but I'm willing to take a shot at it! The problem is, is that I won't have much time after my Christmas break ends, or during the summer to write for it. That and I have another project to work on during my break too, so if I do undergo with this project, the updates will probably be few and far between.
With that, the part where I need your guys' help is deciding the title for the story. I've been having problems coming up with one. I have a couple that I can share with you guys, but frankly, they don't really speak to me much. I want your guys' opinions though! So far, the only names I can think of are a basic and boring: 8059 Novelization, a humorous one: A Tale of Two Idiots, or a more poetic and serious one that fits more with the later chapters of the story: Soothing Rain, Raging Storm. But the storm and rain motif has been done to death, so it feels a little clichéd (takes a look at the title of her first 8059 story and bows head in shame).
Well, if you guys like any of those titles, or if you have a better one in mind, than please send me a review or PM. If I like your title better, I will use it for my next project, and give you credit for it, of course. With that, I hope you guys enjoyed this story for what it was, and I hope to continue sharing more of my work! Until then, Happy Holidays! =D