Staring blankly at the wall he started thinking. He sighed softly, as he mused and soon he got up and picked up his sword. It lay there on the bed and he touched the tip of the handle. Picking it up and he held it loosely. Light brown eyes gazing from where he held it to the tip of the blade, he bit his lip and put it back in it’s scabbard when he heard someone come up the stairs to his room.
He felt tense almost immediately. He didn’t know how to handle the news he was just given. It was simply too much information to process. He heard two soft voices and he sat on his bed. He relaxed himself and tried to bring up that grin. He took a deep breath and exhaled when he heard the click of the door opening. He knew who it was.
Tsuna and Gokudera came in. Tsuna with his ever present look of discomfort and Gokudera’s permanent scowl, these were the black haired boys best friends. It was hard to believe that such a guy as Tsuna could have ever saved him from jumping off the school ledge. As for Gokudera, shorter male was simply fun to tease. An ever present grin was usually on his face to go oppositely of Gokudera’s own scowl.
“Yo, Tsuna. What brings you to my house?” He said loudly on purpose.
“Don’t be so loud, baseball freak! The tenth has important business and as a guardian you’re obliged to shut up and listen. You take orders, you hear me?” shouted the silver hair boy back at him.
“Then of course you take orders too, Gokudera.” He pointed out a bit naively. It was fun to see the silver haired male so red and holding back from beating him to a pulp.
“Guys, come on. Reborn wanted me to tell the both of you at the same time.” Tsuna said silencing them. They listened intently immediately. If Reborn had something to say it could mean life or death situations at times. “You two are going to Italy for summer vacation on a mission. You are to stick together at all times for the majority of three months.”
Gokudera was stunned silent as a smile came over Yamamoto’s face. Gokudera looked like he was going to bust a fuse. He swallowed slowly and hung his head. He looked almost as sick as when Bianchi was around. Yamamoto felt a bit hurt though for the life of him he couldn’t understand why.
Tsuna smiled apologetically and explained that Reborn wanted him to do his own things. All of the guardians were doing something and this was their task. He left to leave the storm and rain guardians alone. Yamamoto thought of the training he could do with Squalo and the sights he could see.
He glanced over at Gokudera, who hadn’t moved from looking at the floor where he sat. He raised an eyebrow and moved closer. The silver haired boy still didn’t move.
“G-gokudera?”
“I’ll be leaving now. See me at the airport in a week. I’ll meet you at the front gate.” He said and ran out. If Yamamoto didn’t know any better he’d think that the Hurricane Bomber was upset by the simple news.
He felt a pang in his chest and sat against his bed. He held his knees and put his head down. He took deep breaths but he couldn’t seem to stop. He cursed under his breath and took a pillow from off his bed and screamed into it. Aggravation came from nowhere and he couldn’t understand why. He sobbed quietly that night.
A week later
He walked to the gate slowly, a book bag on his back and a suitcase being held in his hand, also the baseball bag he had his sword in. His eyes were red and nose stuffy but other than that he didn’t look as horrible as he felt. He looked for a flash of silver and started walking towards it. He found the silver haired man looking back at him. Silence went between them until it got uncomfortable.
“I took care of hotel rooms and cars for Italy. I know you can’t speak a lick of Italian so I’ll take care of it, Yamamoto.” He said and started walking away after picking up two of his bags.
Yamamoto blinked slowly. He took a deep breath and tried not to look confuse as to why Gokudera used his name. He hurried in back of the shorter male and kept silent. It was fascinating really, the way Gokudera went through everything. The checks and the baggage x-rays didn’t faze him at all, as if he’d been through it a million times. The baseball nut of the Vongola was certain the dynamite hid all over his body would be found.
Soon enough though, they were on the plane as it was getting ready to warm up. He had gotten the window seat. He wanted to see Italy when they first come in. Gokudera hadn’t said a word more then he needed to. Yamamoto felt the need to bring it up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing Yamamoto.” He said and leaned back in the chair.
“There has to be. Th-that’s the second time you’ve said my name.” He grinned like an idiot. It seemed easier that way.
“Oh I’m sorry, I was pretty sure that was the name you were given.” Gokudera hissed. Yamamoto pulled back. He could really see the hate in Gokudera’s eyes. He sank back and looked out the window. The plane was starting to move.
“Technically not,” He muttered, “It’s Takeshi if you want to be formal.”
A scoff came out and he sighed.
“Mine is Hayato but you don’t see me complaining. So shut up and take it like a man, Takeshi.” He closed his eyes and went to sleep right then and there.
Yamamoto blinked and grinned. The tension melted a bit between them. For a moment everything seemed ok.
“Yea, ok,” Yamamoto said softly, “ Hayato.”
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