Fic: Some Truths about Gokudera
Title: Some Truths about Gokudera
Characters/Pairing: 8059
Word Count: 360
Excerpt: "Gokudera is a clingy twenty-year-old, the kind that sprouts inexplicably from a clingy teenage boy."
1. Gokudera is a clingy twenty-year-old, the kind that sprouts inexplicably from a clingy teenage boy. Faultless aim, even when his hands are slick with blood and his eyes thick with the dust of idealism. He’s a walking contradiction: stashed to his eyebrows in dynamite but graduated from Namimori with top marks and a sheepish grin directed more at Tsuna than the cameraman. There is no end to his loyalty.
2. Yamamoto has it bad for Gokudera - all billion sides of him. He likes to think he’s toughened up a bit since his schoolboy days - it was never really a game - but he hasn’t quite grown out of his adolescent honesty and easy smiles, so he isn’t afraid to admit to himself that he’s half-mad with desire and maybe just a little in love. He is still (or so Gokudera claims) chronically cheerful. There’s no helping it though; when Yamamoto looks at the Storm guardian, all he can see is the sun.
3. The Rain guardian is convinced that Gokudera needs a keeper. When he hints as much, Gokudera stares at him, face contorted into an expression of “huh?” and (lots of smoke and explosives later) manages: “Is that your idea of subtlety, you bastard? Your sword is a baseball bat and your dad owns a fucking sushi store - don’t talk to me about -” Said bastard doesn’t hear the rest; he’s too busy watching the blush crawl across the other man’s face.
4. Gokudera doesn’t take enough care of himself. He has, however, come a long way from shelling paper planes close-range. He’s more cautious now (he’s got more to lose) and there’s never enough time in battle to think why Yamamoto’s breezy “Hey. Don’t die” has the same effect as the tenth’s worried pleas. He brushes off any concerns about his smoking with a narrow look and shrug. If he’s ever in danger of dying from lung cancer, he’s certain Reborn wouldn’t mind doing him a favour. Secretly, he cares enough to keep loose cigarettes in his pockets and put up with the lint and bent bits to avoid the big, flashy reminders that smoking kills.
Characters/Pairing: 8059
Word Count: 360
Excerpt: "Gokudera is a clingy twenty-year-old, the kind that sprouts inexplicably from a clingy teenage boy."
1. Gokudera is a clingy twenty-year-old, the kind that sprouts inexplicably from a clingy teenage boy. Faultless aim, even when his hands are slick with blood and his eyes thick with the dust of idealism. He’s a walking contradiction: stashed to his eyebrows in dynamite but graduated from Namimori with top marks and a sheepish grin directed more at Tsuna than the cameraman. There is no end to his loyalty.
2. Yamamoto has it bad for Gokudera - all billion sides of him. He likes to think he’s toughened up a bit since his schoolboy days - it was never really a game - but he hasn’t quite grown out of his adolescent honesty and easy smiles, so he isn’t afraid to admit to himself that he’s half-mad with desire and maybe just a little in love. He is still (or so Gokudera claims) chronically cheerful. There’s no helping it though; when Yamamoto looks at the Storm guardian, all he can see is the sun.
3. The Rain guardian is convinced that Gokudera needs a keeper. When he hints as much, Gokudera stares at him, face contorted into an expression of “huh?” and (lots of smoke and explosives later) manages: “Is that your idea of subtlety, you bastard? Your sword is a baseball bat and your dad owns a fucking sushi store - don’t talk to me about -” Said bastard doesn’t hear the rest; he’s too busy watching the blush crawl across the other man’s face.
4. Gokudera doesn’t take enough care of himself. He has, however, come a long way from shelling paper planes close-range. He’s more cautious now (he’s got more to lose) and there’s never enough time in battle to think why Yamamoto’s breezy “Hey. Don’t die” has the same effect as the tenth’s worried pleas. He brushes off any concerns about his smoking with a narrow look and shrug. If he’s ever in danger of dying from lung cancer, he’s certain Reborn wouldn’t mind doing him a favour. Secretly, he cares enough to keep loose cigarettes in his pockets and put up with the lint and bent bits to avoid the big, flashy reminders that smoking kills.