my first Reborn fanfic (and yaoi fanfic!!)
Okay, so this is mah first fan fiction for Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and for the genre yaoi. I want some feedback on this before I post it on the groups I'm in. ^^ WARNING: IF YOU DO NOT LIKE YAOI (BOY/BOY LOVE) DO NOT READ!!!!!!!!!!!! And I don't think I have any spoilers...
Hayato Gokudera absently blinked in the darkness; blurry red numbers glowed against his pale skin. He knew the alarm clock would go off at any minute, but his body was too tired to move. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest as he lifted his hand to his messy silver hair.
The past week had been the worst week of his life. Though he would never admit it, he was beginning to get a little bored with the errands the Tenth put him on. And to add to his boredom, Yamamoto was out of town so he had no one to kick around or insult. He could only knock his subordinates around for so long until they either went crying to the Tenth or were knocked unconscious. As far as he was concerned, those weaklings were only good for toting guns around and providing clean up service after the real fights were over. But lately, they’ve been getting more action than he had. Gokudera was beginning to think that Hibari killed off all the tough guys before they even entered the town.
But last night had been different. It began as a simple little errand; get rid of a weak, but annoying gang that was harassing Vongola subordinates. It ended before it even began. Gokudera didn’t even need to use more than two explosives. But as he ordered his back up team to head back home, he was caught by surprise. Four gang members stayed behind, hidden in the shadows somewhere and attacked him all at once with baseball bats. For one reason or another, he couldn’t help but snicker at the situation. He put up a good fight without using explosives, but after a while, he couldn’t keep dodging four bats at once. He slipped a hand under his suit and reached for an explosive at lightning speed. But before he could bring the wick to his lit cigarette, a familiar blue sparrow caught his eye, distracting him for only a split second. But it was long enough for a hit to connect to his shoulder, knocking him off balance. Then the next blow was to his head, knocking him out cold.
He expected to find caked blood on his scalp, but was surprised to find instead of blood, water. Slightly pulling back from his hair, he grinned as he was reminded of the previous night’s activities. A familiar blue sparrow…cold steel…a steamy shower…heated skin…
‘Ah, now I remember,’ he thought with a slight blush gracing his pale cheeks.
The alarm clock chirped unpleasantly in Gokudera’s ear, forcing him to throw it across the room, silencing it forever.
“Gokudera-kun,” a pleasantly familiar voice grumbled from Gokudera’s side in slight annoyance.
“We need a new alarm,” Gokudera didn’t apologize for breaking yet another alarm clock. It wasn’t his fault Yamamoto kept buying new clocks that had annoying alarms.
“If you’re going to break all the clocks I buy, then I’m sure your cat will be the perfect alarm since you don’t put him away.” Yamamoto yawned while he scratched Gokudera’s cat behind the ears. It had placed itself near his head, purring happily.
Gokudera cringed at the thought of being “woken up” by his maniacal feline. He was already beaten up and sore as it was (no thanks to Yamamoto for both situations), he didn’t need his crazy cat scratching him up even more.
“Shut up,” he simply replied, burying his face into his pillow, determined to get some sleep, but he slightly opened his eyes as he felt Yamamoto shift onto his side.
“Aw, but I thought this was ‘me and you’ time.” He playfully whined, placing his scarred chin on Gokudera’s shoulder.
“You got enough of that last night,” Gokudera shook him off, really wanting to sleep.
Yamamoto chuckled, recalling last night’s festivities with delight. “You make it sound like it was a bad thing,”
Gokudera only huffed and shifted into a more comfortable position on his side. “Go to sleep, baseball freak.”
“I’m not tired anymore,” Yamamoto breathed against Gokudera’s ear.
Gokudera clicked his teeth in annoyance and turned over to face a grinning Yamamoto. “You know I should kill you for distracting me yesterday and getting the shit beat out of me.” He forcefully jabbed him in the shoulder.
“But I rescued you,” Yamamoto slightly pouted.
“I wouldn’t need rescuing if you hadn’t shown up at the wrong time.” Gokudera sat up and reached for a cigarette and lighter.
“Does this mean I don’t get my good morning kiss?”
Gokudera growled and smashed Yamamoto’s face with a pillow, scaring the cat off the bed. “You had your kiss,”
“You mean kisses,” Yamamoto grinned again, tucking the pillow under his head.
Gokudera reached for an explosive hidden between the mattresses and brought the wick to his lit cigarette. “You’ve got three seconds before I jam this up your,”
Yamamoto cut off his threatening sentence by pulling the cigarette from his mouth and placing kisses and small bites against his neck (and putting out the explosive with their thick cover). “I said I was sorry,”
Gokudera didn’t reply as a heavy blush crept up his spine.
“Am I forgiven-Hayato?” Yamamoto rubbed his nose against Gokudera’s.
Gokudera narrowed his eyes in thought. “You’ll have to earn it,”
Yamamoto’s grin widened. “I think I can do that.”
Aaand loving ensues! :D Tell me what you guys think about it. I wanna know. :D
Hayato Gokudera absently blinked in the darkness; blurry red numbers glowed against his pale skin. He knew the alarm clock would go off at any minute, but his body was too tired to move. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest as he lifted his hand to his messy silver hair.
The past week had been the worst week of his life. Though he would never admit it, he was beginning to get a little bored with the errands the Tenth put him on. And to add to his boredom, Yamamoto was out of town so he had no one to kick around or insult. He could only knock his subordinates around for so long until they either went crying to the Tenth or were knocked unconscious. As far as he was concerned, those weaklings were only good for toting guns around and providing clean up service after the real fights were over. But lately, they’ve been getting more action than he had. Gokudera was beginning to think that Hibari killed off all the tough guys before they even entered the town.
But last night had been different. It began as a simple little errand; get rid of a weak, but annoying gang that was harassing Vongola subordinates. It ended before it even began. Gokudera didn’t even need to use more than two explosives. But as he ordered his back up team to head back home, he was caught by surprise. Four gang members stayed behind, hidden in the shadows somewhere and attacked him all at once with baseball bats. For one reason or another, he couldn’t help but snicker at the situation. He put up a good fight without using explosives, but after a while, he couldn’t keep dodging four bats at once. He slipped a hand under his suit and reached for an explosive at lightning speed. But before he could bring the wick to his lit cigarette, a familiar blue sparrow caught his eye, distracting him for only a split second. But it was long enough for a hit to connect to his shoulder, knocking him off balance. Then the next blow was to his head, knocking him out cold.
He expected to find caked blood on his scalp, but was surprised to find instead of blood, water. Slightly pulling back from his hair, he grinned as he was reminded of the previous night’s activities. A familiar blue sparrow…cold steel…a steamy shower…heated skin…
‘Ah, now I remember,’ he thought with a slight blush gracing his pale cheeks.
The alarm clock chirped unpleasantly in Gokudera’s ear, forcing him to throw it across the room, silencing it forever.
“Gokudera-kun,” a pleasantly familiar voice grumbled from Gokudera’s side in slight annoyance.
“We need a new alarm,” Gokudera didn’t apologize for breaking yet another alarm clock. It wasn’t his fault Yamamoto kept buying new clocks that had annoying alarms.
“If you’re going to break all the clocks I buy, then I’m sure your cat will be the perfect alarm since you don’t put him away.” Yamamoto yawned while he scratched Gokudera’s cat behind the ears. It had placed itself near his head, purring happily.
Gokudera cringed at the thought of being “woken up” by his maniacal feline. He was already beaten up and sore as it was (no thanks to Yamamoto for both situations), he didn’t need his crazy cat scratching him up even more.
“Shut up,” he simply replied, burying his face into his pillow, determined to get some sleep, but he slightly opened his eyes as he felt Yamamoto shift onto his side.
“Aw, but I thought this was ‘me and you’ time.” He playfully whined, placing his scarred chin on Gokudera’s shoulder.
“You got enough of that last night,” Gokudera shook him off, really wanting to sleep.
Yamamoto chuckled, recalling last night’s festivities with delight. “You make it sound like it was a bad thing,”
Gokudera only huffed and shifted into a more comfortable position on his side. “Go to sleep, baseball freak.”
“I’m not tired anymore,” Yamamoto breathed against Gokudera’s ear.
Gokudera clicked his teeth in annoyance and turned over to face a grinning Yamamoto. “You know I should kill you for distracting me yesterday and getting the shit beat out of me.” He forcefully jabbed him in the shoulder.
“But I rescued you,” Yamamoto slightly pouted.
“I wouldn’t need rescuing if you hadn’t shown up at the wrong time.” Gokudera sat up and reached for a cigarette and lighter.
“Does this mean I don’t get my good morning kiss?”
Gokudera growled and smashed Yamamoto’s face with a pillow, scaring the cat off the bed. “You had your kiss,”
“You mean kisses,” Yamamoto grinned again, tucking the pillow under his head.
Gokudera reached for an explosive hidden between the mattresses and brought the wick to his lit cigarette. “You’ve got three seconds before I jam this up your,”
Yamamoto cut off his threatening sentence by pulling the cigarette from his mouth and placing kisses and small bites against his neck (and putting out the explosive with their thick cover). “I said I was sorry,”
Gokudera didn’t reply as a heavy blush crept up his spine.
“Am I forgiven-Hayato?” Yamamoto rubbed his nose against Gokudera’s.
Gokudera narrowed his eyes in thought. “You’ll have to earn it,”
Yamamoto’s grin widened. “I think I can do that.”
Aaand loving ensues! :D Tell me what you guys think about it. I wanna know. :D