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Seven-Minute Sinner || Gokudera Hayato
Seven-Minute Sinner
A oneshot for Gokudera Hayato
Gokudera Hayato was a sinner, all right. He takes pride for being the self-proclaimed right hand man of Juudaime, Sawada Tsunayoshi. He is greedy; he doesn’t want to share the prestigious position to any other Guardians. He’s a perpetual sloth; he hates studying because he knows the lesson (and the answers to every question) already. He envies anyone who Tsuna considers to be a better Guardian than him (as if Tsun-tsun ever does that). Lastly, he possesses wrath for those who upstage him as the Boss’ Right Hand Man.
But in seven minutes, he became a deadly sinner. All seven, in seven minutes.
He sat there, waiting for the blonde companion of his to help him stand up. He claims to be too tired to stand up on his own. He was a liar, all right. He just got in the party, and he just ate. There was no way he was tired. But she helped him, anyway.
“Jii-chuu’s a sloth”
Gokudera frowned again upon the nickname Sora chose to call him. He was only fourteen. He didn’t have any wrinkles, he didn’t suffer from brittle bones, and he didn’t need to have dentures yet.
“Damn woman, stop calling me your grandfather!”
“Jii-chuu’s easily angered, yep.” The girl chimed, as the man got to his feet, albeit the fact that Sora was helping him stand up.
With an angered growl, he surprised the fourteen-year-old female Mafia boss of Fiammata with his sudden advancement. He cornered her to a wall, his arms blocking her sides, preventing her from escaping. His right hand found its way to Sora’s female-ish chin, surprising the girl even more.
“You know, Sora, I envy you. You’re as powerful as Juudaime.” His face held a smirk, his eyes containing a playful spark upon them. Sora wondered what was wrong with Gokudera. He usually wasn’t as aggressive to females. Especially in a game like this.
He raised Sora’s head, and he leaned forward, his head already near Sora’s neck.
“We’re going to play a little game, Sora. I’ll make you say my name, without you calling me your grandfather.”
“What?”
Sora realized that Gokudera’s lips were centimeters away from her neck. His breath was tickling down on her skin, warm and really enjoyable. Her face was blushing madly, enhanced by her fair skin. Her chocolate brown eyes widened as she had the sense to know what Gokudera meant by “I’ll make you say my name”.
“H-Hayato Jii-chuu? What the heck are you doing? I’m underaged!”
The man smirked even more.
“So am I, but that doesn’t stop me, Sora-chan” The honorific startled Sora, and Gokudera sensed it. He took the chance and began his method: He licked Sora’s neck, then, like a madman, he was biting, sucking and licking. He hunted down that spot, and when he found his target, he felt the girl gasp and restrain herself from moaning.
He was becoming a greedy glutton.
Sora didn’t want to lose their little “game”. She kept her mouth shut, but the more she did this, the more Hayato tempted her. He was driving her crazy.
Hayato knew that it would take more than this to get her to say his name. He moved to her lips, proceeding as if he was a starving lion, shoving his tongue in a split second. Sora had little time to react because he went back to her neck, and his hands found their way on her thighs, underneath her marmalade orange skirt, pushing her upward. Once more, she took harder control and tried to restrain herself. Hayato used his hand to guide hers around his neck. She bit her lips, and because of restraint over herself, and her lip bled. Hayato took notice of this, and stared at the girl. Sora saw that his eyes no longer held that playful spark, but it was replaced by a lustful fire. That would explain why he just had to creep his hands on her thighs. He licked off the blood and kissed the girl again. He used the opportunity for his last move to make her say his name once and for all.
His licked the sensitive skin of her neck, biting her like a vampire thirsty for blood, filling her neck with bite marks and a rather gigantic hickey. Sora couldn’t take it anymore. He was very aggressive, and even her efforts to restrain herself ended in her defeat.
“H-Hayato Gokudera… N-naa…”
The silver-haired man smirked and stared at the girl’s eyes. Her face was flustered, her almond eyes revealing that she was shocked, but she seems to have enjoyed it. He gave the girl one last kiss before he spoke again.
“I won.”
“Because you cheated.”
“But I still won.”
“And your pride is shooting up again.”
The two broke apart a second before the closet door was opened. Both stepped out, and the people outside were looking at them, for any response to the unspoken question of their activity in the closet.
Tsuna, Kyoko, Yamamoto, Nari, Haru, Ryohei, Reborn, Colonnello, Arashi, Taiyou, Mizu, Kiri and Momo. They were all looking at them with curious eyes.
And as a reply, Hayato licked the dripping blood from Sora’s lip again. The girl blushed madly, as she whispered to the man who was licking her face of the blood.
“Hayato-kun, stop that. People are getting an idea of what we did inside the closet, because of your game.”
“So? It just proves that you’re mine.” He smiled, as he finished the last drops on her pink lips.
Smut. Smut. SMUT.
Bakadera's gonna kill me for this smut oneshot.
I was inspired by the Seven Deadly Sins, as you can see. I made them bold so you can
see that I used all seven.
Naughty, naughty Hayato. You know how tto get your way around women, don't you?
Anyway, enjoy the smut. It's my first time writing something like this, anyway.
Labels: Envy, Gluttony, Greed, hayato gokudera, Lust, oneshot, Pride, Seven Deadly Sins, Sloth, smut, Sora Midori, Sven-Minute Sinner, Wrath
On Wednesday, March 23, 2011 at 5:52 PM
Vanilla Twilight || Gokudera Hayato
Vanilla Twilight
A songfic for Gokudera Hayato
The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
Hayato Gokudera. The man who proclaims himself as Juudaime’s right-hand man.
Hayato Gokudera. The Arashi no Shugo sha of the Tenth Vongola Generation.
Hayato Gokudera. The Smokin’ Bomb.
Hayato Gokudera. The proclaimed “Octopus Head”.
Hayato Gokudera. The man who can’t sleep because his chest was aching. She left, two days ago, and he seems to not forget every single moment of their time in Japan. She made her mark, all right. And because of her sudden disappearance, with not goodbyes or “See you again~!” or any sort of teasing she usually retorts, he felt like his day was suddenly empty.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here
Sora Midori. The Seventh Fiammata Boss.
Sora Midori. The prized student of Colonello.
Sora Midori. The Golden Lioness.
Sora Midori. The woman who had guts to do anything, but had never any courage to say goodbye to Gokudera. She didn’t want him to know. She left, two days ago, and in doing so, she missed those times that she would tackle Gokudera, she would tease him endlessly, and the times she would hang around his presence with no reason at all. She left him a letter, gave him the strip of pictures they took in a photo booth, and returned to him the ring she stole, before she left. She didn’t deliver it herself; she made sure Tsuna had to give it to Gokudera. She didn’t want Gokudera to see her cry.
I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
Hayato was plunged into a normal life, no more bothering from a woman who kept calling him “Grandpa”, no more blonde woman who pulled him to dangerous places because she thinks it’s “fun”, and no more woman who laughed maniacally at his pain. How he missed her everyday insults, her sight, her smile, her eyes. If only he could’ve appreciated the time he spent with her, because from the start, she told them that in a month’s time, she will be going back to Italy for a short while. He forgot every detail of that. Now, he regretted shouting at the girl that she’s too troublesome. He regretted passing up a day with her in the amusement park. He didn’t know that he was invited to the amusement park the day before her departure. Now, no other signs told him that “A dangerous person in a skirt will come after you”. All he has is the pictures, her letter, and his stolen ring.
He can’t even imagine why she didn’t want him to know, nor did she said goodbye personally. She just said everything in her letter. Even her feelings.
The silence isn't so bad
'Till I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
The silence isn't so bad
'Till I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
Sora stared at the fireplace in the Midori mansion. She has been very sullen ever since she got back. Two days was still painful. She kept on looking at her hands, the very same hands that pulled or pushed Gokudera to any place she wished to go. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and fell on the palms of her hands, and she noticed the mark of the ring she stole from Gokudera. It was too big, and caused her several small bruises. But she didn’t mind the bruises, until now. She cried at the thought of missing him badly, because she left things hanging.
She told Tsuna, on the day of her departure, to come to the airport with Yamamoto, and Gokudera shouldn’t come. She just told the Juudaime of Vongola to give her letter to Gokudera, because if she gave it to him personally, she would back out from leaving. Gokudera was too close to her heart, even if she keeps on telling herself that all Gokudera feels for her was a friendly-type, and his attention was to Tsunayoshi. Her tears tried to wash away every feeling, guilt, sadness, loneliness and love she felt. Maybe she should forget Gokudera for her to function again as the Seventh Boss.
I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone
I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone
Hayato couldn’t sleep for the two days that Sora was gone. He was exhausted in the morning. With advice from Tsuna that Sora would probably be worried about his health, he tried to get some sleep. Everytime he closed his eyes, an image of Sora, smiling at him, flashed in his mind. He couldn’t sleep, now, he was starting to see things when he close his eyes. Not long now, he guessed that he would see hallucinations of Sora Midori. That damn woman who made him insomniatic.
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because
When I think of you I don't feel so alone
Sora wanted so bad to go back to Namimori, but her obligations made her rooted to Italy. Nari was the only one who knew of her condition. She ate less, she slept less, and focused on her paperwork all day. She soon lived on coffee cups and small crackers. Her room, once dancing with lights, was a dark chamber lit only by a desk lamp she used to see her paperwork. She was becoming workaholic, but she only did that to make her forget. Colonello tried to stop her from exhausting and starving herself, but her pen kept on skating on her paper, her eyes fixed on the words she read, her ears not registering any word her master told her.
I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone
As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight
I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone
As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight
Gokudera kept on training, working on his bomb attacks, just so he could vent out whenever he could. He smashed all the furnitures in his apartment, he caused a Sakura tree to explode into petals, and he caused Bianchi to douse his face with her Poisoned Pie. He tried to shake off the loneliness and tried to help Tsuna with school, or whatever, but his incomprehensible way of explaining, along with his unstable mind due to the matter of missing someone who became important, he didn’t really help much. He actually muttered “Damn woman for leaving” several times, unconsciously. He smoked much more, all because he missed her. His mind can’t get rid of every moment that he had with Sora.
When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
The Guardians of the Seventh Fiammata Generation kidnapped Sora in her sleep, and dragged her to the airport in Italy. She kept on blaming her Guardians because she left a stack of paperwork on her desk, and she wasn’t done with them, but they didn’t listen and made her look outside the window when they were nearing Japan. She didn’t know what to do next. She was frozen, her body moving according to its own accord, her mind still empty and not responding. She was guided by her Guardians to their destination, because she took different paths that led to Namimori Middle School. She obviously missed this place, a lot. When she came to her senses (after hitting a pole), she fussed about her work. Her Guardians reassured her that her mother was taking care of it. She didn’t even know why Sora took over her work, because they were just sent there for a little matter that called for the Guardians and the Boss of Fiammata.
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh darling, I wish you were here
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh darling, I wish you were here
Hayato loitered around Namimori, looking for something to distract his mind even further. He saw a flock of blond, messy hair, and he guessed that he was beginning to hallucinate. Even when the fellow Storm Guardian of Fiammata, Arashi, tapped him on his shoulder, he thought that even Arashi was a hallucination. He let the silver-haired maniac to the Namimori Shrine, where Sora was being pushed there, against her will. The two met, face to face, and Hayato was starting to consider that maybe, just maybe, Sora was already there, in Namimori.
The girl looked at the silver-haired man in front of her, his cigarette hanging idly on his lips, and after her mind started to function again, she smiled, beamed, even, and tackled the man. He was surprised, and both fell to the floor, while the Guardians of Fiammata left them. Nari smiled at the two, and Sora began to loosen her choking hug upon Gokudera.
“Jii-chuu~!”
“So- Sora-teme? You’re back? Damn woman, get the hell of me!”
The cigarette fell on the floor, losing its light as Gokudera scolded the girl for leaving without any notice. The girl smiled, giggled, and promised that she won't do it again. Gokudera blushed slightly, and with no knowledge of what he was doing, he planted a peck on the girl’s lips. The girl stared at him for a moment, her face turning red, and then she smiled again.
“Jii-chuu, you taste like cigarette~!”
LOL IDK what hit me. I was gonna use another Paramore song, but Owl City struck me. Vanilla Twilight~!
Okay, so the songfic is about Sora and Hayato. Again. They're the easiest to work with.
Okay, so Sora had to go back to Italy because of Famiglia matters, but it devastated her because
she didn't know if she'll be permitted to come back to Namimori.
So she didn't say goodbye to our prince.
Both had problems with health and letting go, so the solution? Get Sora back to Nam-chuu~!
I actually tried for a cuter kiss scene with them, but I didn't feel like it. Goku-baka wasn't the type for it. Yet :>
Manga!Hayato is used. That's why he tastes like cigarette.
Eh, enjoy the angst sprinkled with fluff and comedy at the end.
Labels: angst, Fiammata, hayato gokudera, Italy, MangaHayato, Namimori, oneshot, Owl City, Sora Midori, Vanilla Twilight
at 1:46 PM
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