Fic: 5 Ways They Could Have Begun
Title: 5 Ways They Could Have Begun (at Yamamoto's insistence)
Characters/Pairing: 8059
Word Count: 345
Excerpt: "Gokudera backs himself into the wall and snaps out in Italian as though the whip of his voice will save him."
1. Gokudera backs himself into the wall and snaps out in Italian as though the whip of his voice will save him. C-Che cazzo fai? Fanculo - and Yamamoto pins him there on the pretence of not understanding. “Shut up,” he growls, fingers on jaw, and the resulting surprise gives him just enough time to steal a kiss.
2. They’re both sitting on the couch in Tsuna’s house. Gokudera is crumpled as far away from Yamamoto as possible, arm curled protectively around his stomach. The wound there is shallow, freshly bandaged. Nothing on his face suggests any pain, but Yamamoto inches slowly towards him as if he’s impossibly injured. “I didn’t mean to,” he says, breath hitching, “Gokudera - Gokudera, look at me.” I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.
“Don’t do it again, bastard.”
3. When Yamamoto slides easily in front of him and gets knifed in the back, Gokudera turns abruptly white as though he’s the one losing blood. “No,” he breathes, “You can’t,” as if the Rain guardian hasn’t already done so.
Everyone dives for cover.
4. Gokudera runs his fingers reverently over the keys when he thinks no one’s looking, sits on the bench poised to play and pretends he hasn’t severed half the nerves in his left hand. It moves stiffly now, not enough to give him trouble on the battlefield but enough, apparently, to call his abilities into question. He puts on another record to drown out the irony of being the tenth’s right-hand man and Yamamoto doesn’t try to stop the sympathy bubbling from his gut.
5. They have sex twice - once drunken, and then again to prove to Gokudera that he’s just as good sober - but it isn’t until Yamamato walks in on the other boy and Hibari that he decides he’s not into sharing. “What are you doing?” he asks (it’s one of his dumber moments) and Gokudera shouts, “What does it look like we’re doing?!” just as Hibari says, “Disciplinary action.”
“You’re exclusive,” he informs them both and proceeds to drag Gokudera’s half-naked form out the door.
C-Che cazzo fai? Fanculo -: Something to the effect of W-What the fuck are you doing? Fuck off- but I make no claims about the accuracy of my googled Italian. Please feel free to correct. ^^:
Characters/Pairing: 8059
Word Count: 345
Excerpt: "Gokudera backs himself into the wall and snaps out in Italian as though the whip of his voice will save him."
1. Gokudera backs himself into the wall and snaps out in Italian as though the whip of his voice will save him. C-Che cazzo fai? Fanculo - and Yamamoto pins him there on the pretence of not understanding. “Shut up,” he growls, fingers on jaw, and the resulting surprise gives him just enough time to steal a kiss.
2. They’re both sitting on the couch in Tsuna’s house. Gokudera is crumpled as far away from Yamamoto as possible, arm curled protectively around his stomach. The wound there is shallow, freshly bandaged. Nothing on his face suggests any pain, but Yamamoto inches slowly towards him as if he’s impossibly injured. “I didn’t mean to,” he says, breath hitching, “Gokudera - Gokudera, look at me.” I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.
“Don’t do it again, bastard.”
3. When Yamamoto slides easily in front of him and gets knifed in the back, Gokudera turns abruptly white as though he’s the one losing blood. “No,” he breathes, “You can’t,” as if the Rain guardian hasn’t already done so.
Everyone dives for cover.
4. Gokudera runs his fingers reverently over the keys when he thinks no one’s looking, sits on the bench poised to play and pretends he hasn’t severed half the nerves in his left hand. It moves stiffly now, not enough to give him trouble on the battlefield but enough, apparently, to call his abilities into question. He puts on another record to drown out the irony of being the tenth’s right-hand man and Yamamoto doesn’t try to stop the sympathy bubbling from his gut.
5. They have sex twice - once drunken, and then again to prove to Gokudera that he’s just as good sober - but it isn’t until Yamamato walks in on the other boy and Hibari that he decides he’s not into sharing. “What are you doing?” he asks (it’s one of his dumber moments) and Gokudera shouts, “What does it look like we’re doing?!” just as Hibari says, “Disciplinary action.”
“You’re exclusive,” he informs them both and proceeds to drag Gokudera’s half-naked form out the door.
C-Che cazzo fai? Fanculo -: Something to the effect of W-What the fuck are you doing? Fuck off- but I make no claims about the accuracy of my googled Italian. Please feel free to correct. ^^: