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oo3. gokudera hayato || khr drabble set
Nicotine [Gokudera Hayato]
Victim # 3: Gokudera Hayato
Theme: Smut and crack... utter, utter crack.
Prompt: "The woman in heels either knew him or was about to." – Stella Bonasera. CSI: New York
The taste of the smoke and nicotine from the cigarette that
Gokudera was indulging on a while ago was mixing from Gokudera’s mouth to Sora’s
lips, as their tongues wrestled in an insatiable fight for dominance. The
hungry growls and the soft mewls resonated through the air as Gokudera dug one
hand on to the waist of the smaller person he was now looming over as they
squelched themselves in a dark closet, effectively bruising the girl’s skin.
The slight pain was adding to the pleasure that Sora was drowning in right now,
sending her into a frenzy of various sensations and distracting her from the
fight for the dominance. Gokudera’s tongue explored every inch and corner
before he pulled back for a moment.
“Still not satisfied.”
His lips moved from the girl’s and started biting down her
jawline and further down to her neck , where he started nibbling, sucking and
forcefully biting every piece of skin as he clumsily hunted down that one spot
where he could effectively make her knees go weak.
“Nnaaaah~♥ ‘D-‘D-‘Deraaaah~♥”
Yep, that was it. That spot where her pulse was at its
strongest. He continuously nibbled, sucked and licked on the bleeding bite
mark, assaulting it with much roughness that only drove Sora into a frenzy of
pleasure. His hands fumbled on the fabric of clothing that stood between his
exposed torso and her own, as he immediately zipped down the hoodie that she
wore for the night, and almost tearing out every button of her white blouse in
raging frustration.
When his goal was achieved, he began playing with the
hooks of her tangerine bra (painting the girl’s cheeks with a bright Storm
color), as her hands wandered from the hot chest she’s been ravishing with her
hands to the smooth and silky silvery hair that was always the target of jibes
from her and Ryohei.
Mentally, Gokudera knew that seven minutes were going
to wrap up any moment, and he hesitated on pulling away. Sora sensed this
apprehension from the man who just made his mark (literally) on her. She pulled
a few strands of his hair to annoy him a bit and pecked his frowning lips. “We’ll
just have to continue this a little later, baka tako~”
The door of the closet swung open, and Tsuna’s head
poked inside. He could vaguely see an almost-blinded Sora, who covered her eyes
from the sudden bright light, and a scowling Gokudera. Apart from their facial
reactions, everything seems to be in order.
“Wah, Tsuna, could you tone down the lights a bit? It’s
really blinding.”
“Don’t order Juudaime around, stupid woman!”
The two stepped out of the closet in a fairly normal
fashion, Gokudera proceeding to light another cigarette and Sora adjusting the
hoodie that was cupping the rest of her hair. As she lifted her hair, the bite
marks and hickeys he left all over her skin revealed themselves to their maker.
Gokudera sighed, a slight pink tinting down his lips. He withdrew the cigarette
from his lips and forcefully shoved them through Sora’s smiling lips.
“Just to get you accustomed to the taste, woman.”
“HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!? YOU WANT BOSS TO
BE ADICCTED TO CIGARETTES?!?”
Though Arashi completely missed the hint by a mile,
Sora inwardly smiled.
“I think I might need to be familiarized with it,
though~♥”
And the silent looks that they shot each other meant
only one thing.
We'll be continuing where we left off, got it?
a;sldjha;sdlf I continued my drabble set after a long time QAQ
The prompt really had no connection to the drabble; I just felt like writing
a smut drabble when I saw that~
Anyway, it's my first time writing something as... detailed as that. Tche.
Blame the Seven Minutes In Heaven I've been reading so much about. :P
Anyways, I know that Target 3 should've been Yamamoto, but up to
now, I still have no clue as to what prompt I'm gonna
use for him QAQ
Labels: addiction, cigarettes, crack, CSI, drabble, FUUUUUUUUU- I'M SUCH A PERVERT, hayato gokudera, KHR, nicotine, scintilla, smut, Sora Midori, too long, utter failure, WTF IS THIS SHIT I DON'T EVEN
On Saturday, September 1, 2012 at 9:30 PM
fear || gokudera hayato
Fear
A Gokudera Hayato drabble
He feared he was too late, that he should not do this.
She didn’t want him, but at the same, she wanted to cry in
his arms.
He knew that she’d probably just push him away, but he
wanted to be close again.
She knew he came for her, but she thinks it’s all an
illusion.
Neither knew that he was hoping
And she was waiting.
DONE!
I swear, this has probably been the fastest I have ever written a three-part drabble and a oneshot. ONE EFFIN' SITTING. IN THIRTY MINUTES. I hate you, brain, you gave out everything in one go.
This drabble is identical to the "Memories" oneshot, JSYK.
Labels: drabble, fear, hayato gokudera, Sora Midori, TYLHayato
On Friday, May 4, 2012 at 5:17 PM
moment || gokudera hayato
Moment
A Gokudera Hayato drabble
Her blood was all over the place, her eyes sinking to a
close.
He can’t believe that she just said what she always felt,
and there she was, dying on his arms.
Her lips were unfurled to a smile, but her eyes can’t make a
clear image of her love.
Tears streaked down his cheeks, though he didn’t know why.
He loved her, too, but it was too late to tell her, now.
“SORA!”
Okay, I admit, this one's a little emo, but it's connected to the "Memories" oneshot.
Second down :> I think I'll stick to three drabbles. I wanna go out of the
house already :I
Labels: angst, blood, emo mode, hayato gokudera, moment, SORA IS DYING WTF BRAIN?, Sora Midori
at 5:08 PM
life || gokudera hayato
Life
A Gokudera Hayato drabble
He didn’t even know what she wanted, but she barged in his
life.
There wasn’t even any warning that there’d be a hurricane in
his life.
But she felt that this was the only way for him to know.
Or at least, make him feel it, even if he didn’t know.
It was good enough for her.
This is the drabble I said in the Gokudera oneshot, yeah. It's gonna be in...
Three parts? Four? BAH.
In any case, first one.
Labels: drabble, hayato gokudera, life, Sora Midori
at 5:03 PM
insecurities || gokudera hayato
Insecurities
A Gokudera Hayato oneshot
Valentine’s Day.
Oh, wretched date, why must you arrive? Why, oh why, can’t
you just skip over and be a normal day for once, so it would be easier?
Sora fidgeted, nervous that tomorrow was the dreaded day.
Sure, she has already made the chocolates she wanted to distribute to everyone
she loves, but there was one person she wanted to receive it, most of all.
Him. Her only love.
She shook her head; her mind telling her that she’s
delusional. After all, Gokudera has never been informed that she likes him, much
less the fact that all times she teased him was just so he could notice her.
They never even dated, so why should she go through all the trouble, anyway? It
wasn’t like Gokudera was expecting anything sweet that came from her. He’s also
a definite heartthrob; he’d probably receive millions of homemade chocolate and
gifts from girls all over Namimori. Compared to the other girls, who was she,
anyway?
“Great, just great. A night away from that day and you’re thinking like that, brain! Thanks for helping!”
Sora expected to hear her brain say “Anytime, love!”. Her
brain’s the natural scumbag with this, huh?
The morning greeted her with its tempting, warm rays and
mockingly great weather. The sun wasn’t too strong; clouds were covering up some
of the unnecessary heat. Birds were out, too, singing their songs of love.
Animals came in couples today; enjoying the day as sweethearts, like the
humans.
“Oh, that’s just awesome, nature. You’re conniving with my
brain! I hate you!”
And since when did the cheery, easygoing and mischievous
Midori Sora hate nature? Blame her own nervousness, anxiety, and fears with
that, okay?
She clutched the extra bag she brought with her, to help her
deal with the boxes of chocolate and other gifts she had for everybody. Her
load was actually halved that morning; she had already left her gifts to her
Guardians in their respective rooms in the Manor. All that was left now was for
her friends outside her Famiglia, such as the people she know in Vongola, and
some other people.
The first she saw that day was Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was
walking to school earlier than expected. He looked a little nervous; maybe he
was expecting of a gift from Kyoko and Haru. Sora took this opportunity to give
Tsuna his chocolate and gift which she made herself (except for the gift; she
bought it).
“Tsu-fish~!”
The Tenth Vongola Boss shot a look at the direction of the
voice, as the blonde Boss of Scintilla ran to him, smiling and waving.
“A-ah? Ohayou, Sora-san!”
Sora rummaged in her bag, looking for Tsuna’s gift, and
pulled it out immediately. In her hand, she held a fish plushie, and a
rectangular box of chocolates, with a note attached.
“To Tsu-fish: Happy
Valentine’s Day! Good luck with running Vongola, alright~? You’re gonna need
all the help you can get! ~Sora”
“Thanks, Sora-san!”
The blonde girl smiled, cheery that she has given the first
of her other presents, but her spine crept to her with a sudden chill when she
heard a familiar voice.
“Juudaime!”
In that instant, Sora can’t speak, and her face began to
lose its peach color, but a noticeable red hue stayed at her cheeks. She
hurriedly said goodbye to Tsuna and ran off, leaving Tsuna a little confused,
but he smiled at her sympathetically.
“Good morning, Juudaime! Wow, you have a Valentine’s present
already? Wow! I knew Juudaime is so popular! Who gave it to you, Kyoko?”
Tsuna looked at his self-proclaimed right hand man,
Gokudera, with an embarrassed face. “A-ah, anou, no! Sora-san just gave it to
me a moment ago.”
“Huh. Why would that baka give you chocolates today?”
Tsuna handed Gokudera the note that came with his present,
and Gokudera read it nonchalantly. He shot a quick, angered look at the note,
and complained that it was degrading his “precious Juudaime”. Tsuna assured to
him that Sora was just joking, but Gokudera won’t let it off the hook easily.
Sora arrived at the gate of Namimori, where she spotted
Ryohei with Kyoko, and Yamamoto. After handing her gifts to everybody, she ran
off again, half-fearful that she might be late for her classes, and
half-fearful that Gokudera might see her there. She left hurriedly, and as she
turned around the corner, Tsuna and Gokudera arrived at the gates. Everybody
discussed about their gifts, with Ryohei’s being a boxing glove plushie with
the words “To the Extreme!” embroidered on it, Kyoko’s gift being a plushie
that looked like the Namimori Custard Creampuff, and Yamamoto’s being a fluffy
baseball glove plushie. They all wondered why Gokudera haven’t received
anything from Sora, but he shrugged it off, saying that he didn’t have time for
that rubbish, as his main concern was Juudaime. He was then surrounded by
girls, as with Yamamoto and Ryohei, who were all eager to give their own gifts
to the three people.
The day passed by slowly, but it was happy, nonetheless.
Sora has given her gift to Haru, who was pleasantly surprised with the gift,
and decided that she and Kyoko should do the same, too.
Sora’s last stop on her list was Tsuna’s house, where I-Pin,
Reborn, Bianchi, Lambo and Sawada Nana,
otherwise known as Tsuna’s Mother, received their own gifts, with I-Pin’s
plushie being a dumpling, Reborn’s plushie was a lizard which looked like Leon,
Bianchi’s was a scorpion plushie, Lambo had a cow plushie and Nana got a “Best
Mom” apron. Sora hesitated on leaving when Nana asked her if she wanted to eat
dinner with them, but when Yamamoto and Gokudera arrived to hang out with
Tsuna, her decision became a resolve. She didn’t want to confront Gokudera on
the Day of Hearts; she’s afraid he might just reject her. As a girl, it is
painful for her to experience such, but what would she do? Throw all dignity
away and lunge at him, confessing her love? His main, and only, concern was
Tsuna; she was nothing more than just a girl who happens to be a little
annoying, but is his Boss’ friend.
Besides, he rejects gifts for him during Valentine’s Day, so
why would hers be any different, anyway?
But her heart pounded, pleaded. Please, oh please, give him
the gift! Say what you want to say! Tackle him, wrestle him if you have to!
This feeling’s gonna burst out!
Her mind protested, saying that it would only be very
awkward between the two of them.
But there was a way out, even if it was painful. That was
the only way she could be friends with him, and keep her secret a… secret.
“Oii! Ahodera!”
“What, woman?!?”
“Here’s your bloody present!”
Gokudera received his own gift, a box of chocolate in a
heart-shaped container with a kitten plushie.
“Don’t get any ideas! I ran out of boxes!”
“Jeez, woman! I’m not getting any ideas! What makes you
think I’d get any, anyway?”
Sora smiled her cheeky grin
“Just so you know, Bianchi-chan made those with me!”
Gokudera spat out the chocolate he already popped in his
mouth, shocked at what Sora (falsely) revealed.
“WHAT?!? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, DAMN WOMAN?!?”
“Ma~aybe~.” Sora slyly teased, as she watched his fury with
relish. Her heart wanted to scream out how stupid Sora was for ruining her
chances, but she held the emotion back. She held away the tears that wanted to
creep out, her regret that she did, in fact, let the moment slip away, but he
won’t even care if she said the truth anyway. She’d gladly die first before she
said anything.
Not that it won’t happen in the near future, without either
of them knowing.
And neither of them knew, either, that they were growing
fond of each other, whether they like it or not.
alkfdsjgaslkj I'm so horrible ;_________;
See, Sora, that's what you get when you love a gay retard like Gokudera
(Sora: Hey! YOU designed me!)
(Gokudera: Hey! I'm not gay!)
Whatever.
In any case, this is best read when you're listening to "Key To My Heart" by Jessica Jarrell.
Trust me, IT'S PERFECT. In fact, it was the inspiration.
Now, off to do some drabbles!
Labels: crack, hayato gokudera, insecurities, Namimori, oneshot, scintilla, Sora Midori, Vongola, WTF IS THIS SHIT I DON'T EVEN
at 4:49 PM
trauma || uchiha sasuke
Trauma
An Uchiha Sasuke ramble
"There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you." - Z.N. Hurston
“Why do you write?”
The jet black-haired kunoichi looked at the source of the
question, the raven-haired man standing beside her, as she stepped away from
the relish of indulging herself in the myriad of words in the notebook she
often wrote in. Nobody has been an audience of her writing in years, probably
only Sasuke and her sister has seen her doing such (or noticed her, actually).
The latter did not mind; it was her idea in the first place that got the young
Genin hooked in the art of literature. The former, though, decided to question
about it, the real reason why she prefers writing, and in secrecy. There are
lots of hobbies in the world, so why choose such a mediocre thing as writing?
“What kind of question is that, Uchiha?”
“Just answer me.”
The girl closed her notebook with a huff, tucking it in her
bag safely, as to let no prying eyes get their sights upon the things she’s
been scribbling relentlessly in her notebook. She stood up, pushing her weight
using the Sakura tree she has been utilizing as a source of shade under the
gentle warmth of the afternoon sky.
“It’s nothing. Just a hobby.”
Sasuke didn’t believe her for one second. Whenever he sees
her write, she’d be in mixed emotions. She’s smile, she’s frown, she almost
cried on one occasion, and she’s sigh. There’s something else than just a
“hobby”.
“Let me see your notebook.”
In that instant, Akane’s face flared up, as the expression
of shock and embarrassment crept upon her face. She knew that nobody can she
what she was writing in her notebook; there was too much attached to it that
she didn’t want people to see. Besides… there’s a new composition that she
haven’t finished yet. Not yet.
“N-no! I-I mean… n-not yet… I’m not done with it!”
Sasuke immediately raised his suspicion. He knew something
was up with that notebook, and now, her expression and the way she talked
proved that there’s more to this “writing” than just a mere pastime. He rested
his case for this time, his question almost answered.
“Fine, but you said it; I get to see that notebook of yours
when you’re done.”
“Alright already!”
The night flew swiftly by, as Akane sat on her bed with a
pen and her notebook in her hand.
“You swore forever but
you're not here”
The girl’s lips curled to a smile, as a tear dropped on the
paper that she has been writing on.
***************************************
The bright, cheery morning greeted Konoha with a bright
smile, as its inhabitants continued on with their everyday tasks. The
black-haired Konoe continued her training, secluded in the trees, when the man
she has been constantly sparring with came by, surprised that the girl arrived
earlier than he did.
“The notebook’s in my bag, just get it yourself.”
Sasuke immediately knew what she meant, and shrugged. He
didn’t know if he was curious or he just wanted to do something else for the
day, but when he opened the first few pages, he was dumbstruck.
“I wanted to see you,
I miss you and you left
That day won't come
anymore
The faint aroma
drifts, the seasons goes around
The time I gasped is
revived now
I fell in love for the
first time. Everything was shining
I want to carve our
time together, even if it's just a bit
Your voice below the
sakura tree
The spring breeze
bothered and I didn't heard
I wished that isn't a
Goodbye
I wanted to see you, I
miss you and you left
The smile of that day
fell
You swore forever but
you're not here
If it comes true, next
year, when the sakura flies down
I want to take photos
of us side by side. That day won't come anymore”
“On the nights that I think of you, in a sweetly smelling breeze,
A comforting kindness will pass through me
I know just how painful it is
If a conversation is interrupted, it's sad...
Now I have opposed and strayed from the freedom called loneliness
On the nights that I think of you, in a sweetly smelling breeze,
Traces of you from the time we touched save me
Ah, if you sing, it will be carried to me, wrapped in the distant wind
A comforting kindness will pass through me”
“Slipping into the crowd
I can hear your voice
In the middle of the intersection, I look for a map for the future
I believe there's no dream that can't come true beyond the sky
I wanna go and find myself
Grab hold of a once-in-a-lifetime chance”
Sasuke didn’t know why, nor did he even thought of why, but
the things Akane has been writing… it was as if he wrote them himself. It was
like, a wave of despair washed over him in a sudden instant; the words striking
him like arrows with poison tips. He shook away the feeling, not wanting to
remember those painful moments of his life, and flipped the pages towards the
other thing she has been writing.
“The nightmares, they
don’t go away. It’s scaring me. I want to forget everything. I want to remember
only what beautiful memories I had, but they keep on bothering me. Reality… I
want to grip it tightly. I don’t want to sleep anymore. I want to see reality,
just reality, because when the darkness covers my eyes, everything I know seems
to be an illusion. I don’t want it to fade away.”
“The life is hugging
me tightly; it’s so comforting. I want to be awake, I don’t want to sleep, I
just want this life to stay like this.”
They were broken thoughts, scribbled on the paper by a young
girl who looked so tough and complete, but weak and fragile inside. Sasuke felt
the same thing, with her writings, but he did not expect what he read next.
“I never imagined it.
The comfort it gives me is so warm, so gentle. I don’t want it to go away. Nee-chan…
Sasuke… Naruto… Hinata… Konohamaru… I don’t want it to fade. The nightmares,
they’re backing away. I don’t want them to go back. They helped me get better.
They’re family. Nee-chan promised she’d never leave, that we’ll be together forever.
Naruto… he will never betray me, I know it. He will never do those things they did. Hinata will always be there for me.
Konohamaru… he’s a comfort to have around. Sasuke… he understands. He knows
what I’ve also been through. It’s like… he’s there himself, and he lives
through the pain and regret. I wanna be like him. I want to survive this
trauma. I want it to go away, and to live.”
Sasuke threw the notebook on the ground, and he walked
towards the girl who, without speaking, has said so much in her life.
“Why do you write?”
“You can answer that question yourself.”
“Therapy.”
“No, not only that.”
The purpose of living, of being awake. Of being real.
I wanted to see how to have nightmares every night, and what would she
write about when she's using writing as her therapy.
You don't get it? Let me explain: Akane suffers from PTSD because her clan, along
with two other close clans, were killed by the last two clans of the Five Families
of Arashigakure. So Akira (her sister) advised her to write, so she could
cope up with the disorder.
In any case, Slow © Kiyoharu and Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge,
Easy Go and Sakura Rock © Kazuki Kato, MEEKO and Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Uchiha Sasuke © Kishimoto Masashi
Konoe Akane © me
Now, off to get rid of my emo mode, which is leading me to think about life and all that shit. :I
Labels: emo mode, Konoe Akane, post-traumatic stress disorder, ramble, therapy, trauma, Uchiha Sasuke, utter failure, WTF IS THIS SHIT I DON'T EVEN
On Wednesday, May 2, 2012 at 2:40 PM
memories || gokudera hayato
Memories
A Gokudera Hayato oneshot
Theme: Angst. A whole bucket of angst. And TYL!. And attempts. Basically, just read the story.
Prompt: “I do... you know by the time you figure it out, it really could be too late.” ~ Sara Sidle, CSI
When you’re a fourteen-year-old whose obsession seems to stay with a wimpy kid who saved you one time, you’re blind to everything else, even the girl who nearly died protecting your sorry life, even if it means that she can have a chance of not seeing another ray of sunlight ever again. But when you have ten years of maturing, you’ll eventually see it, yourself, even if she already gave up.
“Gokudera-kun, can I ask a favor?” The Tenth Vongola Boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, approached his Right-Hand Man in his office, while the silver-haired man was arranging some paperwork for the Boss.
“A-ah? Oh, Juudaime. Sure, anything for you!”
The brown-haired Boss handed over a sealed brown envelope to Gokudera, which the man didn’t inquire at first, but the stamp on it that screamed “TOP SECRET” was something that meant that it was urgent, and not some fuddy duddy messenger role for Gokudera.
“Please deliver that to Midori-san. It’s kind of urgent, so, can you do it in the shortest span of time?”
Midori-san, huh. Tsuna, in his fourteen-year-old self, used to call Sora by her first name, and a “-san” in the end. That showed that they were comrades in the informal fashion, that they were friends. Like everybody else that Tsuna eventually met. When Sora assumed the full duty of the Scintilla Boss years ago, she wanted to be professionally called as “Miss Midori”, but Tsuna was adamant to call her as “Midori-san”.
That brought back some sort of flashback to Gokudera. How long was it that she stopped with all the pranks and the amusements she always enjoyed as a fourteen-year-old? How long was it when she became serious, and she left every bit of the childish tendencies she had and became a Boss that was expected of her? And why, for all these years, has she never gone back to the way she was, the Sora that Gokudera knew, the Sora that he was irritated with, the Sora that he learned to like?
“Of course, Juudaime!”
“Good! Oh, have you seen Hibari-san? I have to talk to him about something.”
The bomber’s face was as similar to as a poker face, as his features betrayed no extreme emotion, unlike when he was fourteen. Things really changed in the span of ten years.
“I think Yamamoto knows. You could ask him, Juudaime. I think he’s in the lounge.”
“Thanks Gokudera! Oh, and don’t forget to send that to Midori-san!”
With Tsuna leaving his office in a hurry, Gokudera grabbed the coat that hung idly by the coat rack near his door. With a slight huff of breath, he left the Vongola Headquarters of Namimori and used his car to travel to Shizuoka, where the Scintilla’s Base in Japan was settled. Even if it was raining hard, Gokudera thanked it, because not many cars were on the road. The downpour was so hard, some people refured to go outside, even while using their cars. Gokudera sped to Shizuoka, and within the day, he was able to park in front of the Scintilla’s Headquarters, nestled on a land overlooking the vast sea, where a guard welcomed his arrival, as he was expected, and Kaminari was waiting at the door.
The exquisitely-carved mahogany door greeted Gokudera warmly, as the red-haired Lightning Guardian of Scintilla waved at Gokudera upon his arrival. Holding out an umbrella for Gokudera, she led him to the lobby.
“How was the trip, Gokudera-kun?”
“Wet.”
A chuckle from Nari.
“So, I assume Tsuna-kun sent you because of the thing So- Midori asked?”
“Yeah.”
“Could you deliver it to her office? It’s at the third floor. Right wing. The door has a Sky Flame on it as a marker. I need to take care of some stuff first.”
“Sure.”
“Thanks Gokudera-kun!”
The silver-haired Storm Guardian of Vongola wandered about the halls, climbing the flight of stairs that divided to the sides. Following Nari’s directions, he ended up in front of Sora’s office, where the door was closed. Sure enough, a Sky Flame marked the door. Gokudera knocked three times at the door, before hearing Sora’s voice from the inside of the room.
“Come in.”
The man didn’t waste any time, at all. As soon as the permission was given, he immediately stepped inside, to get this over with. Instead, he regretted everything, from accepting the “mailman job” to stepping inside the office of the Boss of one of the most primal Families in the Mafia World. Inside the window-adorned room, with its military-green curtains and carpet, the peach-colored walls and the myriad of things in the room such as a big desk, a cushioned chair, several drawers with some kind of files in them, stood the very woman that Gokudera never saw for the past ten years. The girl that he ignored, the girl that he was irritated with, the girl who seems to be a leech that never left his side and continuously “tortured” him like Uri, and the same girl that saved his life.
Something was different, though; she was not the vibrant, easygoing girl she used to be. Her messy hair, which she always adorned with clips and headbands, was not pulled up to a ponytail, which gave her whole silhouette a professional look, along with a professional attire that was so far away from the skirts and the turtleneck tops she used to wear. Is this really the Midori Sora that existed in Namimori ten years ago?
Yet her face was so concealed from Gokudera. It’s as if she didn’t want him to see how she looked now. Her back was facing Gokudera, whereas her eyes were concentrated on the storm raging outside, and on the reflection of the room where the both of them now stood.
“Hmm, so Sawada sent you. Very well. Leave the package on my desk and please leave immediately. I’m sure Sawada still needs you in Namimori. Goodbye.”
By Sora’s tone of voice, it was as if she was not pleased to see him, let along see his reflection mirrored on the glass in front of her. It was as if she was sending him away, and so harshly done, too.
“Sora…”
“It’s ‘Miss Midori’. Nobody calls me by my first name anymore.”
“Miss Midori… I-“
Sora’s eyes hovered on the corner, where she tried to see Gokudera from the corner of her eye, but failing to do so. Instead, she focused on his reflection.
“If you want to open the package to see what is inside, you could’ve said so. I don’t like people who dawdle too much, so if you have any other business, please accomplish them immediately. I have important matters to attend to.”
“Yes. I wanted to ask about something, ‘Miss Midori’.
“Hmm…”
“What happened to you.”
“I became the rightful Boss of Scintilla.”
Gokudera sighed. The woman obviously knew about what he was talking about, but she was avoiding the real reason. She was trying to conceal it. Sora’s not the type of girl to miss out that detail.
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“I know.”
“Then tell me.”
The man moved towards Sora, whose back was still the only thing that Gokudera saw. He saw through her, there was some sort of unnoticed tension within her when he bought it up.
“There is no need for that. I do not dwell on what I left behind. Now, if there’s anything you need, do it immediately and be gone, if you please.”
Gokudera sighed, the case now lost. He exited the office of the Boss of the Scintilla Famiglia and made his way towards his car, to get back to his “Juudaime”. And he knows, he is sure, that from the window of the third floor office, the blond woman was watching him with downcasted eyes.
“S-Sora…”
The Lightning Guardian entered the room discreetly, the silent concern echoing in her voice. Only Nari has been able to call Sora by her first name in all these years that she chose to never be called “Sora” again.
“Nee-chan… It was just as I expected it to be. It was still so vivid, all those memories I wanted to forget. But Scintilla is my concern, now, and nothing must be above it, not even my past.”
“You sound like Gokudera ten years ago, Sora.”
“I know, nee-chan. But maybe it’s for the best.”
But for Gokudera, it was not the best. He knows it was his fault, ten years ago, that Sora turned out like that. Unconsciously, he missed her every radiant smile beamed upon him, her annoying, crazy antics that drove him insane, and her jubilant laughter at his expense. It was bittersweet, these memories, and he wished it never ended. He missed it, he missed it all, and it made him realize.
It was not only Tsuna that cared about him. It wasn’t because he was a fellow Guardian that the other Guardians were forced to be friends with him (or so he thinks). He has been blind for too long. He didn’t see how everybody really cared about him, and how she was willing to do anything because she cared about him, too.
“DAMNIT!”
His hand clenched into a ball of fist on the steering wheel, as he drove towards the borders of Shizuoka. The new Sora, which he has seen for the first time in ten years, was so different. It bothered him, what happened, and what he did, that he pushed his car to its limit, the wheels skidding on the wet road at he made a sudden U-Turn in the middle of the highway, and drove back to the Scintilla Headquarters.
“SORA!”
Slamming the door of the third-floor office, Gokudera stormed inside. Within the woman’s office was Nari and the woman he was expecting, and it surprised the all, Sora, most of all. Gokudera had the guts to do anything, yes, but for Vongola Decimo. But never did she expect him to do something in his own accord.
Gokudera, too, was shocked, but by what he saw. The girl’s innocent features were not gone; her eyes still had that mischievous and playful spark in them, and even if her face has softened to a more mature look, it was still the face of the Sora he knew. And that, right now, he knows that he loved.
“Err… I’ll leave now…” Nari crept away, leaving the Vongola Arashi no Shugo sha and the Scintilla Kyuudaime in her own office.
Gokudera became what he was, ten years ago: aggressive and annoyingly loud. He forcefully held Sora by her shoulders, his weight pressing down on her, as she felt the anger course within him, and the tension piling up.
“Tell me, you damn woman, what the fuck happened to you?”
There was hardness in his voice, but Sora didn’t let it get through her. She tried to calm herself down, so her voice would not come out as a scream, and she won’t let herself get carried away.
“I knew that you were not worth it, Gokudera. You have so many others for you, and I have Scintilla to take care of.”
“Fuck that bullshit, Sora. I know what you are lying or not. Now start telling the fucking truth.”
“I woke up from a silly dream, Gokudera. I opened my eyes. By doing so, I knew my full duty and what I left behind was nothing to me. I admit, I loved you. But then the fairy tale ended. I knew you would never love me back, and there are more important things in my life than you, such as my Famiglia. They need me, like I once needed you. Even if I saved you back then, I knew you were never gonna see me. I took my own life to where I should take it: to the Scintilla. It was a dream gone by, Gokudera, and it will never return. ”
Gokudera gradually calmed down, but he was still cussing like he really does.
“Sora, for all the shit you told me, you couldn’t come out and say that you don’t like me anymore? I know you, Sora, and you know it. Ten years ago, I grew accustomed to you that you were practically a book I could read so easily. Right now, you’re still the same.”
“Then say it. You know me, right? Say what I want to say. Take the words out of my mouth, Gokudera, and say it out loud. You know you came too late, Gokudera, and how could you make up the ten-year gap in me?”
In an instant, Gokudera caught her by a rough, bruising kiss, which pained the girl, but she found to enjoy. Gokudera will always be the same Ahodera that he is. And with his fourteen-year-old self mixing with the maturity of his twenty-four-year-old self, Sora found herself catching back the feelings for the man that she loved.
When Gokudera pulled back, he stared at the girl with a very quipped face, as he tried to hold in his amusement. The woman in front of him was not much different from what she was, ten years ago.
“ ‘I love you, Ahodera you sick bastard.’ “
Dazed, Sora couldn’t make out what Gokudera just said to her.
“I took the words out of your mouth.”
A pout that was so likely of Sora.
“You sick philosophic bastard.”
A slight laughter echoed in the room, its source was the silver-haired man that read the Scintilla Boss like an essay.
“I love you, too, you crazy bitch.”
From somewhere outside the office, Nari smiled, as she talked with someone on her cellphone.
“Mission accomplished, Tsuna-kun, Yamamoto-kun~.”
Cheers for the epic fail that is me! /cheers
Seriously, this was gonna be part of the drabble set, but it got too long and... IT HAZ ANGST. I'm not the best person for holidays, LOL.
But srsly, IDK what I did here. This is crack, I tell ya, CRACK.
In any case, Tuna-fish's package is a box of random stuff that the trio set up.
Nari's "business" is the checking-up of events yadda yadda.
And I am officially screwed up.
Labels: angst, crack, CSI, drabble, hayato gokudera, Kaminari Yajirushi, KHR, MangaHayato, Namimori, Nari, oneshot, rated mature for swearing, scintilla, Sora Midori, too long, utter failure, Vongola
On Tuesday, December 27, 2011 at 4:12 PM
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So, hai. Maia, Le Cheshire Cat, marionette14, Schizophrenia, Midnight Rose, Sasori the Puppeteer. I write stuff, including songs. Feel free to poke me, just not at the eyes. I need those.
I r always hungry, so watch out. I might bite you >3
I am artistic, but not inclined to painting.
I sketch when I want to, resulting in my short attention span.
I compose songs whenever I want to shout out my feelings but I can't.
I'm already contented with my latest crush, because he's plainly gorgeous and charming and... I should stop.
I'm a Taekwondoin, and I have medals to prove it.
I hate it when my broadband goes "Local" on me.
I love my Photoshop so much that I neglect GIMP now. Sorry, GIMP.
I can sing pop, rock and even rap. Off-key when I have colds, off-key when I like it, but I don't do soprano, only up to mezzo soprano and alto.
My senpai is Dei-senpai.
They say I'm a good role player, but I still lack skill, or so I tell myself.
I already claimed Gokudera Hayato, Hidan, Akasuna no Sasori, Uryuu Ishida, Syusuke Fuji, Death the Kid, Fye D. Flowright/ Fai D. Fluorite, Sebastian Michaelis, Recca Hanabishi, Wolfram von Beielefeld, Colonello, Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, and Kadaj. If you have any problems with that, I'll strike you with their arsenal.
I created a Twilight character with a low Mary-Sue score, compared with Edward Cullen or Bella Swann.
I'm a proud Team Jacob. He has an awesome eight-pack abs.
I laugh in the 'Net with "LOLFu", "Nyufufufu" or "Nyahaha".
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