It never rains but pours
Was going to post this with the short emo-ish 6918/1869 but rushed-ness FTW...
Written because of all the rain today, and then the lighting and thunder. PleasedonthitmeImtooyoungtodie!
Now they each get a post. Darn it. >|
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Raindrops
Rating: G
Pairing: 8059
Length: So freaking short. D<
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Gokudera peered out the misted windows as the trepid rain lashed the dusty glass with the fury of the howling wind as the sky rumbled overhead. He turned, and looked over at the tall spiky haired man who grinned back at him innocently, his smile wide and openly honest as always, with no spark of ill-will or concealment.
He blinked his eyes slowly, once, twice, and uncharacteristically, picked up his feet and went over to the baseball freak.
"Goku-"
"Shut up."
The words were said with the same harsh tone as always but held no anger or malice, simply a tired sort of resignation as he crossed his legs and dropped down next to the lanky teenager, pretending it was an accident that he was so close. His shoulder was near enough to absorb the other's heat, and it made such a contrast from the frigid air cooled by the frozen windows.
As a slight rumble sounded overhead once again, Gokudera's eyelids dipped and he allowed his head to fall against Yamamoto's shoulder even as the taller man looked at him in consternation, both surprised and happy.
Yes, this was the way it was meant to be. The rain and the storm.
Together.
Written because of all the rain today, and then the lighting and thunder. PleasedonthitmeImtooyoungtodie!
Now they each get a post. Darn it. >|
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Raindrops
Rating: G
Pairing: 8059
Length: So freaking short. D<
--
Gokudera peered out the misted windows as the trepid rain lashed the dusty glass with the fury of the howling wind as the sky rumbled overhead. He turned, and looked over at the tall spiky haired man who grinned back at him innocently, his smile wide and openly honest as always, with no spark of ill-will or concealment.
He blinked his eyes slowly, once, twice, and uncharacteristically, picked up his feet and went over to the baseball freak.
"Goku-"
"Shut up."
The words were said with the same harsh tone as always but held no anger or malice, simply a tired sort of resignation as he crossed his legs and dropped down next to the lanky teenager, pretending it was an accident that he was so close. His shoulder was near enough to absorb the other's heat, and it made such a contrast from the frigid air cooled by the frozen windows.
As a slight rumble sounded overhead once again, Gokudera's eyelids dipped and he allowed his head to fall against Yamamoto's shoulder even as the taller man looked at him in consternation, both surprised and happy.
Yes, this was the way it was meant to be. The rain and the storm.
Together.