Reborn! fic - Love is a Battlefield
This was a trick-or-treat dare from smilypie, who gave me a choice: Either go and find the most horrifying panels in KHR and make a picspam of them -OR- write an epic Wall8059 love triangle fic of love and angst. I was going to do the picspam, until I realized that hunting down all the pics would probably take even longer than just biting the bullet and doing the damn fic. XD So!
Title: Love is a Battlefield
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Pairing: Wall8059
Notes/Warnings: See “pairing.” I think that says it all. Also, spoilers for chapter 295, so watch out.
Summary: Yamamoto, Gokudera, and the Wall. The love triangle showdown you know you secretly always wanted.
Wall waited with growing excitement as its prey approached the street corner. Any moment now, Yamamoto Takeshi, the love of its life and delight of its nonexistent eyes (Wall Joke!), would come blindly traipsing around the bend, plowing headfirst into the flat steely embrace that awaited him. Wall quivered with anticipation; it had been too long.
Soon, now, soon I’ll have him in my rectangular clutches once again, it thought to itself. Yamamoto came strolling around the corner and Wall sprung up eagerly, anticipating the inimitable feel of splattered human against its smooth level front. Any moment now… here he comes…!
“Go Go Gadget Springs!” said Yamamoto, and a pair of metal coils emerged suddenly from his heels. Shifting his weight, he bounded clear up and over the Wall like a human grasshopper.
God damn it, thought Wall, shaking a mental fist. Ever since the kid had gotten those robot legs, Wall had been getting blue-balled left and right.
This called for drastic measures.
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“Look, Baseball Idiot, so help me, the next time I see your stupid face, I’m either going to punch it or make out with it, so which is it going to be?”
“Wow, Gokudera, that’s awfully forward of you,” Yamamoto laughed. Then, when Gokudera reared his fist back, he laughed again and held his hands out defensively. “Okay, okay! Well, make out, I guess!”
Gokudera proceeded to attack his lips like some sort of malnourished predator, and Yamamoto kissed him back while secretly trying to figure out if anyone had perhaps drugged his good friend, or replaced him with a pod person.
At last, Gokudera broke off and fixed Yamamoto with a particularly stern glare. “This never happened,” he declared as he gathered his things. “Same time tomorrow?”
“Okay, sure,” replied Yamamoto, who was now looking around the room attempting to spot any hidden cameras on the vague suspicion that this might be some sort of dare.
“Bye,” Gokudera said, slamming the door behind him. Yamamoto was left alone to ponder the whirlwind twists and turns of his love life.
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The next day, while walking to school, he noticed a familiar shadow looming past the corner ahead. Looks like that Wall is back again, he thought to himself, and tried to quell the shivery little thrill that ran through him at the thought. You’re dating Gokudera now… apparently, he reminded himself. You’ll just have to tell Wall it’s over once and for all.
Steeling himself to do just that, he was thus blown away by the shock of the scene that greeted him when he rounded the corner. Wall was indeed waiting patiently for him there, its cool stone outline positively leering at him. And lying crumpled on the ground before that towering form, groaning softly and muttering vague curses in Italian, was Gokudera.
Rage flashed through Yamamoto like pure adrenaline. He darted forward, crouching beside his boyfriend-I-guess and looking him over quickly to see if there was any permanent damage. He looked pretty battered, with some decorative blood and scratches scattered here and there, but overall he didn’t seem too badly off. Breathing a sigh of relief, Yamamoto refocused his attention on the perpetrator of this violent act.
“You crossed the line,” he said quietly, reaching for Shigure Kintoki.
Wall teetered back-and-forth anxiously (think R2-D2 when he gets excited). I was only trying to prove my love to you, it seemed to be trying to say.
“If your business is with me, you talk to me,” Yamamoto replied coldly. “You don’t go around hurting my friends.”
He is not just a ‘friend’! I saw the two of you together last night! Wall made a sort of sniffling noise.
“That doesn’t give you the right to attack him!”
“Ugh… the fuck is going on?” Gokudera groaned, holding his head painfully and trying to sit up.
If I can’t have you, no one will! Wall declared hysterically.
“Wall, open your eyes! The two of us could have never worked out!”
We could have made it work! If you have love, you can make anything work!
“Are you talking to a fucking wall?” Gokudera said slowly, eyeing Yamamoto like he’d grown a second head.
We could have had everything, the two of us! We could have ruled the world! And yet you chose this… this bipedal humanoid over me?
“…Well, yeah,” Yamamoto said.
“Are you insane?!”
Are you insane?!
“You know, you two might get along better than you thought, if you tried,” Yamamoto said thoughtfully.
I’d rather diiiiiiiie! Wall shrieked, and started to charge. Feeling a pang of regret, Yamamoto closed his eyes solemnly and activated his Vongola Gear.
Two seconds later, the remains of his quadratic foe sat piled before him. A breeze picked up, and gently began to scatter the sandy debris across the wind.
Yamamoto bowed his head and held a moment of silence for the inanimate object that had stalked him for so long.
“God, you completely disintegrated it,” Gokudera grumbled beside him. “You’re so fucking overpowered these days it sickens me.”
Yamamoto laughed, and pulled him to his feet. “Yeah, I know.”
“Asshole. Come on, my clothes are all messed up, I gotta go change.”
Yamamoto chuckled and tottered after him, and together the two of them walked off to go have sexy victory hijinks, or something. The End.
Remember, kids, always eat your fruits and vegetables and drink plenty of water TO THE EXTREME.