BD fic for Kyo-chan~
Bd fic For Kyo-Chan~ Hope you like it! :)
Title - Raindrops
Author - rainaria
Rating - K+
Paring - 1880 (HibaYama), with friendship 278059 (TsunaYamaGoku)
Genre - Hinted humour, romance.
Summary - Yamamoto, idiot of the year, goes practicing baseball in the rain, even though he was sick.
It was raining at the Namimori Junior High School. It had started even before the school’s first bell rang, and it was still raining after five hours. Yamamoto sat in the classroom, next to the window, and looked outside through the window which, by the way, had small droplets of rainwater on them. He smiled, because the rain had always calmed him down.
A sneeze came out of his mouth. Yamamoto wasn’t feeling well, he was indeed sick. He still insisted, however, to go to school, even after the painful protests coming from his body, and the worried ones from his dad and Tsuna. Gokudera claimed that he didn’t care, but his eyes shown otherwise.
On the last period, he still felt as bad as he did when he came, but he put up a ‘I’m-Okay-Not-Sick-At-All’ face. The bell rang, and practically everyone stood up almost simultaneously, and rushed out the door, that is, after the teacher gave them homework, which ended with a big ‘AAAAAA?!?’ from the students, and was ignored by the teacher.
The trio walked away from the class, unlike most of the students.
“Ne, Gokudera-kun, could you help me with today’s homework?” Tsuna said, starting a conversation.
Gokudera’s eyes sparkled with happiness, “Of course, Juudaime! Anything for you!”
“Yamamoto, wanna come with?” Tsuna asked his other best friend.
“A, no thanks. Maybe I’ll stop by later, I-“ a sneeze “-I’m gonna practice baseball a while.”
“Yamamoto, are you sure? I mean, you’re all worn out,” Tsuna asked, the concern obvious in his voice.
“Tenth, let the baseball freak die frozen up here if he wants too,” Gokudera said, eyes glaring at Yamamoto. Yamamoto thought there was a flash of worry in his eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it came.
“Gokudera-kun!”
“Haha, Gokudera! So funny as always!”
After a few more minutes of talking (for Gokudera, arguing), the three of them reached a junction where one way goes to the practicing field, and the other goes to the school’s main gate. Around them were a few people, busy chatting away.
“Well, see you guys later,” he said, as he furthered away.
“Yamamoto,” Tsuna grabbed his wrist, “are you sure? Something might happen.”
“Haha! Really Tsuna, it’s okay! I’ll be fine,” he replied with a charming smile.
Gokudera stood there looking at Tsuna, then at Yamamoto as he released Yamamoto’s wrist slowly. His eyes shone something, but it was unrecognizable.
“Bye!” Yamamoto said as he jogged backwards, waving.
Tsuna, with a small smile, waved back. Gokudera just stared on. They then turned around and started walking away. The two walked in silence, not an uncomfortable one, though, just in silence. Gokudera turned around to get a peek of Yamamoto. Yamamoto was looking at them, with a small smile, standing still. Gokudera turned around abruptly, face red.
Tsuna felt the warm vibrations coming to his left and asked, “Gokudera-kun? Are you alright? You seem kinda red.”
“A-ah, Juudaime! I’m perfectly fine! It’s just and honor to be helping you in this!” he said.
Tsuna nodded, then looked forwards. They then started talking about schoolwork, Yamamoto, and some other random things until they arrived at Tsuna’s house where they started doing their homework with math, in which Tsuna ‘HIIIIIII?!?!’d.
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Yamamoto walked to the baseball field, then sat down on a nearby bench. After watching the slow rhythms of the rain, he changed into his usual baseball uniform. He hesitated, in whether to go and practice in the rain or not, but he was determined to be better in baseball, which also helps him in the sword business. Somehow. A few minutes later, he started practicing. Ball after ball was hit, and most of them were homerun.
The rain slowly calmed down but Yamamoto kept batting. Yamamoto’s sneezes became worse, he had stayed under the rain for far too long. A pair of eyes was watching Yamamoto as he practiced on. Hibari. He stood there on the second floor, watching like a predator.
His eyes showed interest, his hands ached to touch those beautiful-once-spiky hair that was wet, making them stick on his forehead. Yamamoto wiped his face, the water was clouding his vision. He was alone in the fields, but was watched by the head prefect who stood on the second floor. He didn’t notice the hard stare he got from the most dangerous person in Namimori.
Hibari stopped watching him for a moment and continued his rounds. After completing them, he walked towards the fields. Then continued watching from the door, where he stood. He didn’t want to get wet. If one saw him, one would think he is a stalker who’s stalking Yamamoto. But it wasn’t anything two metal tonfas couldn’t handle. He smirked. He really liked the way Yamamoto’s wet uniform hung on his (hot) body.
After about 10 minutes, Yamamoto finally called it quits. Unfortunately for him, his body had already taken more than it could handle. He collapsed. Hibari who didn’t notice it at first, wasn’t able to catch his hand in time. Yamamoto fell head on. Hibari sighed, then calmly (slowly) walked towards Yamamoto.
He kicked Yamamoto’s side with (an actually small) force. With a ‘hmph’, he lifted the boy on his back, then carried the younger boy inside the school, towards the Disciplinary Committee’s office.
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Upon arriving, he immediately put Yamamoto on the leather couch that was in the room. Then, he took off his vest/jacket and put it on the chair behind the table beside the couch. He squatted next to Yamamoto afterwards.
“Hmph. Heavier than I thought,” he said quietly.
Running his finger through Yamamoto’s hair, he smiled. Again, one should run if one sees one. Uniquely, the smile was a sincere one. He really was happy, because he wanted to do that for awhile now. He twirled Yamamoto’s hair a little (1).
He took a small towel that was there for the prefects who goes in there to use (Hibari only, that is). He came back towards Yamamoto and examined his bruise on his head, caused by (obviously) the fall.
Just then, the rain, which had turned to a mist, stopped. Hibari pressed lightly on Yamamoto’s forehead. He let out a noise. A grunt? Deciding that he could do it himself, he threw the towel to Yamamoto’s head. He turned away, and sat on the chair where his vest/jacket was.
It took Yamamoto a few minutes to regain his conscious. When he did, he sat up and let his mind slowly register what had happened. He groped his head slowly. And took the towel that was miraculously there (to him, well, he WAS unconscious).
“Hmm?” he said. Hibari, who was doing his own work, looked up.
“You’re up. Good. Now go,” he ordered. And glared. Yamamoto smiled wearily.
“Haha, Hibari, did you take me up here? Thanks,” he said. He used the towel and wiped his wet hair.
… A moment of a nice (?) silence…
“Haha, I’m soaked,huh?”
“You can’t keep quiet, can you?”
Yamamoto opened his mouth to reply, but a sneeze came out instead. He rubbed his nose. Hibari couldn’t help but to think that Yamamoto rubbing his nose equals to cute. Like a small bunny wiping it’s nose. His eyes narrowed. No, no. I don’t think he’s cute. No. You know what, Hibari doesn’t care. Nope.
“…Did you catch a cold?” he asked. Nope. Definitely NOT worried.
“Hmm? Oh, no! I was already sick even before I came to school,” he said. Yamamoto then leaned back and left the towel on his (cute, little) head. “A~ah, my head hurts!” he said, touching his forehead.
“Ouch,” ‘Guess he found the bruise,’
“Herbivore, why did you come to school if you were sick?” he asked- no, more like demanded to know.
“Haha, Hibari, are you worried?” he replied, eyes closed.
“No, herbivore,” Hibari felt warmness on his face. But he’s definitely not blushing. No way. Not even if hell froze over.
Seeing that there was no other noises from the young baseball player (save sneezes), he rose up.
“Takeshi,” he said once in front of him. Yamamoto looked up to his senpai, hearing that he called him by his given name, not by the usual ‘herbivore’.
“Get out,” Hibari said with a very murderous glare. He really meant it.
Yamamoto gave a nervous laugh, then found himself out of the room. With the towel still on his head. He blinked, confused. The door behind him had already been closed.
“Return the towel once you’re done using it,” from the other side of the door. He grinned (might I add, cutely).
“I guess I’ll be coming here again, then!” he said. There was no reply. He sneezed. And smiled. After changing back to his usual school uniform in the changing rooms, he jogged out to Tsuna’s house, where the two was waiting (worriedly, he was sick), with the towel in his bag.
THE END.
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(1) This is actually the idea I wanted to put in my other fic, one with Bel/Yama~ (and hints of Squalo/Yama) And, of course, lots of Goku/Yama, and hints of Tuna/Yama xD Might take a while, though. Lol, I’m the King (but you’re a girl!) of the Lazy Kingdom!
Lol, sorry for being uber late, Kyo-chan!~ Forgive me, please? :)
Omake - Hibari, on the other hand, opened his drawer where a picture of Yamamoto lay, and touched it lightly. He smirked. One should definitely run if one sees this one, and wants to live.
Other Omake - "Yamamoto-kun, why is there a towel in your bag?"
"Hm? Oh, Hibari lent it to me so I could wipe myself clean,"
"...Wipe yourself clean?"
"Of the dirt."
"Oh." <-- (thinking dirtily)