[KHR] Blood Stains
blood stains
yamamoto/tsuna; pg-13; ~1220w
summary: yamamoto's first real kill was messy.
Yamamoto’s first real kill was messy.
It happened sometime in the spring of their first year in high school. There was an ambush while walking back to Tsuna’s house - five big strong looking guys with guns. Tsuna had paled while Gokudera whipped out his dynamite and Yamamoto unsheathed his katana.
All five of them had rushed the trio at the same time. Yamamoto disarmed one of them with a good shallow cut to the gut as Gokudera blew another two away with large explosion. Yamamoto closed his eyes to avoid the debris but when the smoke cleared, Gokudera was on the floor with his two unconscious opponents, the fourth guy standing triumphantly above him and Tsuna was ten steps away, wrapped in the arms of the apparent ringleader.
Yamamoto took a good look at Tsuna’s wide eyes, swimming with fear, guilt, and resignation of all things and felt his resolve flare up.
Time seemed to slow down for a moment. Yamamoto took the first two steps and neatly sliced the side of the fourth man who charged him. Six more steps and Tsuna’s eyes were closer than. His grip on his katana tightened. One more step. A heartbeat away from Tsuna, breath ghosting on his pale cheeks. The final step and the man was dead before he hit the floor, blood erupting from his chest and spraying all over Yamamoto’s and Tsuna’s uniforms.
Tsuna’s knees gave out and Yamamoto dropped his katana to catch the smaller boy as he fell. His eyes were still wide when he looked up at Yamamoto, crimson specks splattered against alabaster skin, but the fear from before was replaced with a warm gratitude and a shining something that Yamamoto couldn’t identify.
He felt his heart stop.
Then Tsuna whispered a weak, “Thank you,” and those strange eyes slid shut from exhaustion. Yamamoto pulled his limp body closer to him and listened to Tsuna’s heart beat erratically in his chest before he could finally feel his again.
Things weren’t really different after then. Gokudera had freaked out when he’d finally woken up and threatened to blow Yamamoto up for allowing Tsuna to pass out under his care. Yamamoto ignored Gokudera as usual and carried Tsuna to his house, ignoring the strange looks he had gotten from passer-bys. Once Tsuna was secure, he jogged all the way to his own house, and stumbled into his room, feeling oddly lethargic.
That’s when he realized. “Haha,” Yamamoto said out loud looking down at his bloodied shirt. “I look like a mess.”
It had been a good thing his father was out and the sushi shop was closed for once. Yamamoto stripped of his bloody shirt and filled the bathroom sink with warm water. He grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub at the fabric - he heard that washing machines didn’t do much good for blood stains anyway.
As time went by he started to figure out that blood stains were really hard to get out. Really hard.
“Haha,” he muttered after quite some time. The water in the sink and the bar of soap he had in his hand had turned pink from the effort. The shirt wasn’t as red but had faded into a washed-out cranberry color.
Yamamoto let go of the shirt and exhaled. It was ruined. He’d have to go buy another one.
He sank to his knees as he tried not to recall the exact shade of bright red the blood spraying from that man had been. Tried not to think about the starkness of the blood against the white of his shirt, the white of Tsuna’s skin. Tsuna. That’s right, Tsuna had a bloody shirt to clean too. Would he try to wash it like Yamamoto had tried? Would he just give up and toss it in the end? Were their shirts really that much of a lost cause?
Yamamoto glanced at the sink, pink water dripping to the bathroom floor, and decided that yes, it was a lost cause. In the end, blood stains were just too hard to get out.
Tsuna called after Yamamoto missed his third day of school. His father had forced him to take the call and now he spoke reluctantly, “Hello?”
"Y-Yamamoto?"
Yamamoto’s heart stopped again and damn, it really had to stop doing that, otherwise it might become a serious problem. He sighed and Tsuna squeaked a worried, "Are you okay?!"
Worried. He made Tsuna worry. Great. Yamamoto covered his eyes with his hands as he forced a cheerful tone for Tsuna’s anxious questions. He’d been feeling a bit sick but yes he’d come to school tomorrow. No it was okay, Tsuna didn’t have to bring his assignments, he could manage.
Little by little, the worry in Tsuna’s voice disappeared and Yamamoto found that his cheer wasn’t as strained as it was before. They talked mindlessly for a few minutes, Yamamoto’s obsession with milk and Tsuna’s hate for bean sprouts coming up as the more ridiculous of their topics. After a while Tsuna sighed.
"Yamamoto?"
“Mmm?”
"About...before..."
“Ara? What are we talking about?”
"...Those guys."
Oh. Yamamoto’s mouth tightened. “Haha! Yeah that. It was interesting wasn’t it? Those guys - “
"Yamamoto," Tsuna interrupted. "You saved my life."
There was silence for a moment. Yamamoto didn’t know what to say. It was as if anything he could’ve said was temporarily leaving his vocabulary, leaving him with nothing. However, it didn’t seem like he had to worry about that much because Tsuna continued talking.
"I'm grateful," Tsuna murmured warmly. "I'm grateful but…even though you saved my life, you still - "
“Tsuna,” Yamamoto said in a strangled sort of tone. “Blood stains are really hard to get out aren’t they?”
Yamamoto heard Tsuna take in a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, Yamamoto."
He held the phone to his ear long after Tsuna had hung up, replacing the sound of the dying man’s last cry with the sound of Tsuna’s soft breathing. Replaced the blood in the air with Tsuna’s bright shimmering eyes. Replaced the steel of his katana with Tsuna’s warm flesh.
He fell asleep there, the image of Tsuna’s tender smile chasing away his bloody nightmares.
“Ah, Yamamoto!”
Yamamoto turned to see Tsuna hurrying to him, brown parcel clutched to his chest. Gokudera was trailing behind looking displeased as usual. Tsuna stopped in front of Yamamoto and beamed. “Good morning!”
“Yo!” Yamamoto raised a hand in greeting before pointing to the parcel. “What you got there Tsuna?”
Tsuna blushed much to Yamamoto’s surprise. “A-Ah, this…” he started shyly, looking down to his feet. Yamamoto stared at Tsuna and blinked when the parcel was shoved at him. “P-Please accept it!”
“Huh?” Yamamoto gingerly took the parcel and stared at the embarrassed Tsuna. “What…”
“D-Don’t open it until you get home!” Tsuna shouted, cheeks redder than Yamamoto had ever seen them, before fleeing, Gokudera hot on his heels.
Yamamoto stared at their retreating backs before shrugging and beginning to open the parcel. He untied the knot, pushed aside the paper, and took a shaky breath when he saw what was inside.
A clean, crisp, white uniform shirt was looking up at him, the initials “Y.T” sewn neatly on the pocket in the front.
It was then that Yamamoto decided that Tsuna was the only man worth killing for. Even if it meant more blood stains on white shirts that would never come off.
this story makes no sense -__- but i seriously love this pairing ♥
yamamoto/tsuna; pg-13; ~1220w
summary: yamamoto's first real kill was messy.
Yamamoto’s first real kill was messy.
It happened sometime in the spring of their first year in high school. There was an ambush while walking back to Tsuna’s house - five big strong looking guys with guns. Tsuna had paled while Gokudera whipped out his dynamite and Yamamoto unsheathed his katana.
All five of them had rushed the trio at the same time. Yamamoto disarmed one of them with a good shallow cut to the gut as Gokudera blew another two away with large explosion. Yamamoto closed his eyes to avoid the debris but when the smoke cleared, Gokudera was on the floor with his two unconscious opponents, the fourth guy standing triumphantly above him and Tsuna was ten steps away, wrapped in the arms of the apparent ringleader.
Yamamoto took a good look at Tsuna’s wide eyes, swimming with fear, guilt, and resignation of all things and felt his resolve flare up.
Time seemed to slow down for a moment. Yamamoto took the first two steps and neatly sliced the side of the fourth man who charged him. Six more steps and Tsuna’s eyes were closer than. His grip on his katana tightened. One more step. A heartbeat away from Tsuna, breath ghosting on his pale cheeks. The final step and the man was dead before he hit the floor, blood erupting from his chest and spraying all over Yamamoto’s and Tsuna’s uniforms.
Tsuna’s knees gave out and Yamamoto dropped his katana to catch the smaller boy as he fell. His eyes were still wide when he looked up at Yamamoto, crimson specks splattered against alabaster skin, but the fear from before was replaced with a warm gratitude and a shining something that Yamamoto couldn’t identify.
He felt his heart stop.
Then Tsuna whispered a weak, “Thank you,” and those strange eyes slid shut from exhaustion. Yamamoto pulled his limp body closer to him and listened to Tsuna’s heart beat erratically in his chest before he could finally feel his again.
Things weren’t really different after then. Gokudera had freaked out when he’d finally woken up and threatened to blow Yamamoto up for allowing Tsuna to pass out under his care. Yamamoto ignored Gokudera as usual and carried Tsuna to his house, ignoring the strange looks he had gotten from passer-bys. Once Tsuna was secure, he jogged all the way to his own house, and stumbled into his room, feeling oddly lethargic.
That’s when he realized. “Haha,” Yamamoto said out loud looking down at his bloodied shirt. “I look like a mess.”
It had been a good thing his father was out and the sushi shop was closed for once. Yamamoto stripped of his bloody shirt and filled the bathroom sink with warm water. He grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub at the fabric - he heard that washing machines didn’t do much good for blood stains anyway.
As time went by he started to figure out that blood stains were really hard to get out. Really hard.
“Haha,” he muttered after quite some time. The water in the sink and the bar of soap he had in his hand had turned pink from the effort. The shirt wasn’t as red but had faded into a washed-out cranberry color.
Yamamoto let go of the shirt and exhaled. It was ruined. He’d have to go buy another one.
He sank to his knees as he tried not to recall the exact shade of bright red the blood spraying from that man had been. Tried not to think about the starkness of the blood against the white of his shirt, the white of Tsuna’s skin. Tsuna. That’s right, Tsuna had a bloody shirt to clean too. Would he try to wash it like Yamamoto had tried? Would he just give up and toss it in the end? Were their shirts really that much of a lost cause?
Yamamoto glanced at the sink, pink water dripping to the bathroom floor, and decided that yes, it was a lost cause. In the end, blood stains were just too hard to get out.
Tsuna called after Yamamoto missed his third day of school. His father had forced him to take the call and now he spoke reluctantly, “Hello?”
"Y-Yamamoto?"
Yamamoto’s heart stopped again and damn, it really had to stop doing that, otherwise it might become a serious problem. He sighed and Tsuna squeaked a worried, "Are you okay?!"
Worried. He made Tsuna worry. Great. Yamamoto covered his eyes with his hands as he forced a cheerful tone for Tsuna’s anxious questions. He’d been feeling a bit sick but yes he’d come to school tomorrow. No it was okay, Tsuna didn’t have to bring his assignments, he could manage.
Little by little, the worry in Tsuna’s voice disappeared and Yamamoto found that his cheer wasn’t as strained as it was before. They talked mindlessly for a few minutes, Yamamoto’s obsession with milk and Tsuna’s hate for bean sprouts coming up as the more ridiculous of their topics. After a while Tsuna sighed.
"Yamamoto?"
“Mmm?”
"About...before..."
“Ara? What are we talking about?”
"...Those guys."
Oh. Yamamoto’s mouth tightened. “Haha! Yeah that. It was interesting wasn’t it? Those guys - “
"Yamamoto," Tsuna interrupted. "You saved my life."
There was silence for a moment. Yamamoto didn’t know what to say. It was as if anything he could’ve said was temporarily leaving his vocabulary, leaving him with nothing. However, it didn’t seem like he had to worry about that much because Tsuna continued talking.
"I'm grateful," Tsuna murmured warmly. "I'm grateful but…even though you saved my life, you still - "
“Tsuna,” Yamamoto said in a strangled sort of tone. “Blood stains are really hard to get out aren’t they?”
Yamamoto heard Tsuna take in a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, Yamamoto."
He held the phone to his ear long after Tsuna had hung up, replacing the sound of the dying man’s last cry with the sound of Tsuna’s soft breathing. Replaced the blood in the air with Tsuna’s bright shimmering eyes. Replaced the steel of his katana with Tsuna’s warm flesh.
He fell asleep there, the image of Tsuna’s tender smile chasing away his bloody nightmares.
“Ah, Yamamoto!”
Yamamoto turned to see Tsuna hurrying to him, brown parcel clutched to his chest. Gokudera was trailing behind looking displeased as usual. Tsuna stopped in front of Yamamoto and beamed. “Good morning!”
“Yo!” Yamamoto raised a hand in greeting before pointing to the parcel. “What you got there Tsuna?”
Tsuna blushed much to Yamamoto’s surprise. “A-Ah, this…” he started shyly, looking down to his feet. Yamamoto stared at Tsuna and blinked when the parcel was shoved at him. “P-Please accept it!”
“Huh?” Yamamoto gingerly took the parcel and stared at the embarrassed Tsuna. “What…”
“D-Don’t open it until you get home!” Tsuna shouted, cheeks redder than Yamamoto had ever seen them, before fleeing, Gokudera hot on his heels.
Yamamoto stared at their retreating backs before shrugging and beginning to open the parcel. He untied the knot, pushed aside the paper, and took a shaky breath when he saw what was inside.
A clean, crisp, white uniform shirt was looking up at him, the initials “Y.T” sewn neatly on the pocket in the front.
It was then that Yamamoto decided that Tsuna was the only man worth killing for. Even if it meant more blood stains on white shirts that would never come off.
this story makes no sense -__- but i seriously love this pairing ♥