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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
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
oo2. Hibari Kyoya || KHR drabble set
Demon [Hibari Kyoya]
Victim # 2: Hibari Kyoya
Theme: IDEK ._____________.;; Crack, I think.
Prompt: You know what they say "You lie down with the Devil, you wake up in Hell". – Horatio Caine, CSI: Miami
Rin first thought that Hibari had no social knowledge.
Anybody would actually think that.
C’mon. What would you expect from an antisocial demon like Hibari Kyoya? He’ll smile at random people to make friends? He probably has no other friends in his life other than his bird, Hibird. But apart from it, who else is Hibari’s friend?
It’s actually funny to think that he gets along with Ryohei. Probably because they’re in the same year.
And cue Daidouji investigating whether Hibari really has friends.
All day, she skipped classes to stalk Hibari. And even if she got tonfa’d a couple of times, she’s determined. What do you expect from a woman with willpower?
The final bell was a glorious tune to the students of Namimori Middle School. The students all rushed outside, for one, they just love the end of classes, and two, if they stay too long, Hibari will bite them to death. Probably humanely impossible, but we’re talking about Hibari here. He’s a demon compared to other “normal” people.
Yet the bell didn’t persuade Daidouji from ending her stalking montage. She even took it in her own advantage, knowing that Hibari will probably be up the roof, checking if everyone’s leaving, and probably hunting down people to bite to death.
Well, there’s Daidouji.
Half an hour later, because Hibari can’t stand Rin’s constant stalking for the whole day, he turned to her direction, to the place where she hid. The girl was well aware that he spotted her, and was about to make a break for it when he called out to her.
“Daidouji Rin.”
Oh snap.
The girl nervously turned, expecting a blur of silvery light and sheer blackness in a split second. Taking about a couple of seconds just to turn around, her head lowered down, Hibari stared at this girl like she was some sort of pitiful excuse for a human.
“A-aah, H-Hibari-kun, I-I was just curious if you have any friends at all.” She tried reasoning out, while under her breath, she whimpered something. “Please don’t bite me to death.”
“Go home.”
Wait, that’s it?
The girl’s eyes snapped open, and her head was immediately raised, only to find Hibari’s back directly in front of her.
“W-wait, Hibari-kun, you won’t bite me to death?!?”
The man’s head turned slightly.
“You’re already schedule. I’ll bite you to death right now.”
Rin expected to be beaten up by Hibari in a nanosecond, but instead, Hibari’s hand rested on her forehead, and as she figured out, he might’ve turned to face her. He pushed her forehead backward, with all the surprising gentleness he could give, and made her face him.
“I don’t need friends, Rin.”
“W-what?”
Then she remembered her reason.
“W-why?”
Without any other word, Hibari turned from a demon to a vampire who craved for Daidouji’s blood.
And whether that answered everything or not, one thing’s for sure:
When you lie down with the Devil, you wake up in Hell.
Ah, I fail ._____________.
Kyoya was supposed to look better than this. But I fail >_____>
Oh well, I hope you like my little unexpected gift, Dei-senpai!
I hope I made Daidouji right here.
Have I mentioned that I love Daidouji's surname? Daidouji. Ha.
Next: Yamamoto Takeshi and Yajirushi Kaminari!
And did anybody notice that I use CSI quotes as prompts?
The prompt was gonna ube used for smut, but I fail at everything.
Labels: crack, CSI, Daidouji Rin, Hibari Kyoya, KHR
On Thursday, August 18, 2011 at 8:21 PM
oo1. Bronco Dino || KHR drabble set
Bet [ Dino ]
Victim # 1: Bronco Dino
Theme: Semi-fluff with a dash of smut-like flavor
Prompt: “Is there anything you won’t bet on, man?” Nick Stokes , CSI
“Wow, Hibari-kun’s getting better and better every day!”
The lavender-haired girl exclaimed to no one in particular, as she watched Dino and his underling train relentlessly. Despite the fact that Dino is shirtless, sweaty, and has a well-toned body, Miyuki can’t help but notice how Hibari is improving.
The blonde Boss of Chiavarone ended the little sparring session to catch a breather. Miyuki tossed him the white towel.
“Dino-kun, it seems that either you’re aging too quickly, or Hibari-kun’s actually getting more and more aggressive! He might even beat you one of these days!”
The 22-year-old man scoffed at the girl’s observations. She’s right, actually; Hibari’s getting better. No doubt, something is fuelling Hibari even more.
“Na, na, Dino-kun~! Let’s make a bet! Whoever loses will have to do every single thing the winner wishes them to do~!”
Dino finished drying off his hair, which was dampened by a ton of sweat.
“Is there anything you won’t bet on, Yuki-chan?” the man inquired, hinting how addicted Miyuki is when it comes to betting against Dino.
“Maybe when you’re not the opponent, Dino-kun~! Okay, so you’re gonna have another sparring match with Hibari-kun later, right? I’m betting that this time, he can defeat you~!”
Dino shrugged, amused with how the teenager likes to play games with him. She might be 18, but her “betting games” with Dino makes her five.
“Okay. I’m betting that I can beat him. Deal?”
“Deal!”
Miyuki eagerly watched the next sparring match, and thought Hibari seems to be winning, Dino hooked up a surprise counterattack at the last minute.
Romario, the official “referee” for the little sparring, called off the battle, to declare Dino as the winner. Miyuki frowned. This was the fourth time she lost to Dino. Now what the hell will he make her do, scrub toilets? Clean the attic (do they even have an attic?)? Prepare meals for Dino for a month? Miyuki suddenly wished she didn’t make that bet with Dino. The thought of everything Dino could make her do started to scare her. Then again, it is Dino. He’s not known to be a heartless demon.
“So, Yuki-chan, looks like I win our ‘bet’.” The man smiled at the teenager, as she prepared for the worst of all chores.
“S-So, what will you make me do?” she tried to inquire, as her mind blamed herself for making another senseless bet.
Enter Dino’s seductive, somehow playful smirk.
With one finger, he lifted Miyuki’s chin to let her see his eyes.
“Wait for me in my bedroom. I’ll let you see the new ‘whip trick’ I learned.”
....
“Oh damnit.”
Bahaha. I made a KHR drabble set dedicated to a few chosen people who are all addicted to KHR: my sister, Dei-senpai and Steph. First one's my sister, who gave up her Hibari obsession for Dino.
Presenting Dino and Kagome Miyuki.
Have I mentioned how much I love the Dino icon I found~? <3
Next: Hibari Kyoya and Daidouji Rin!
Labels: bet, CSI, dino, Kagome Miyuki, KHR
at 8:16 PM
gift || Gokudera Hayato
Gift
A drabble for Gokudera Hayato
At first, it was only Tsuna, nothing else
Those girls didn't even matter to him
But her smile, her attitude, everything
It captivated him endlessly
Maybe karma gave him a gift this time.
Takodera's such a bastard :D
Another drabble just before I go to bed. IT'S ELEVEN IN THE EVENING! O________________O
Labels: drabble, gift, hayato gokudera, KHR, Sora Midori
On Friday, August 5, 2011 at 10:41 PM
Dirty Minds || Gokudera Hayato
Dirty Minds
A drabble for Gokudera Hayato
"Aaah~! G-Gokudera! It hurts!"
The woman was screaming in pain, accompanied by her shallow breathing and agonized face. The man with her tried to shut her up.
"Be quiet, woman! You asked me to do this!"
Sora's rapid breathing filled the room, as she clutched her pillow tightly.
Nnnggaah~! Gokudera~! Hah~ hah~."
Gokudera paid no attention to the noises she made as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.
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"How the hell did you manage to fall in a thorny bush, woman?!?"
Gotcha! I know what you were thinking, hmm! Ahaha!
Don't worry, that was what I was aiming for, hence the title! xDD
I wasn't content until I publish this 92-word drabble after I quickly wrote it in my notebook.
Now I'm off to laugh at people who had a few other ideas besides a person
screaming in pain because of her wounds xDD
Labels: dirty minds, drabble, hayato gokudera, KHR, pain, pervs, scintilla, Sora Midori, thorny bush of doom, Vongola
On Wednesday, May 11, 2011 at 10:00 PM
My Heart || Gokudera Hayato
My Heart
A songfic for Gokudera Hayato
I am finding out that maybe I was wrong
That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone
Stay with me, this is what I need, please?
Hayato has been on the edge these past few days. He was anxious about the Arcobaleno Trials, but after he had no chance to help his Boss with his first Trial, he because even more aghast than before. He shifted his emotions so suddenly, just like a girl in her time of the month. But worse. He was very impatient, this man, and aggressive in terms of the Trials, too.
"Hayato ojii-chuu~!" The singsong voice of the blonde Fiamma Famiglia Boss, Sora, ran in his apartment. He often wondered why she loved dropping by just to tease him "Ojii-chuu". Not today. He was too focused on finding a way to help his "Boss Tsuna", that sort-of wimpy Vongola Famiglia soon-to-be Boss.
He did not bother to open the door, so she went in herself. She found the silver-haired male sitting on a chair, looking very troubled. He kept mumbling "I'm so stupid. I'm Tsuna-sama's right-hand man, yet I didn't help him!" over and over again. It was a pitiful scene, and she wanted to cheer him up and tease him along the way.
"Hayato ojii-chuu, what's bothering you?"
He glanced at the female in his apartment, her brown eyes looking at his own green orbs. He can't seem to resist those googly-sort-of eyes that were from Sora, and as he contemplated on this slight weakness, he sighed.
"I'm not in the mood, Sora. I didn't help Tsuna-sama in the Arcobaleno Trials. I have to help him in the next."
She scoffed. Time for an insult~!
"Oh, jeez. He doesn't need help from you~! You're a wimpy ojii-chuu~!"
Obviously, he wasn't really in the mood for one of her remarks. He glared at the girl ever so surprisingly, and shoved her, causing Sora to topple over a table.
Hayato realized what he did, and quickly regretted that he can't tolerate her jokes at this time. He rushed over to the slumped girl, whose arm rubbed itself on the floor, causing a burn to appear.
"Sora!" he reached out to her, but she slapped his hand away. "I was just trying to lift your spirit up, and this is the thanks I get?!?" she angrily screamed, and propped herself upward, causing her to stand. She was nearly in tears, because of the pain, both physically and emotionally, and she left, running. The Storm Guardian just stood there, looking as idiotic as ever.
"STUPID!" he was scolding himself for hurting someone who just wanted him to take things easily before the next Trial.
Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own
But what would it be without you?
We could sing our own
But what would it be without you?
"You know, you could've laid off on the insults, Sora. You know the guy's temperamental." Nari advised, tending to the burn mark on the girl's skin. As she applied medicine with a cotton swab, no matter how gentle, one intact would shoot up a painful prick upon Sora.
"Ow!" She was in tears because of the physical pain the large burn has made her feel. Worse, she was feeling larger pain inside her chest.
"Uh, are you supposed to be crying at this situation, Sora?" one of her Guardians, Arashi, asked. Obviously, he's impervious to pain, so he doesn't understand the feeling.
Mizu flipped his shoulder-length hair, its silver-and-pink hue glinting brightly with the light in their HQ. He smiled at the question. "Of course, Arachii. Girls cry upon great pain, physically, emotionally or other aspects." he explained, his flamboyant personality once again surfacing, along with his soft features. This made him too much of a girly man, or a boyish woman.
"Guys, don't worry. I'll need some help with schoolwork, though, because every move I make, it brings even more pain through my burn." Sora explained, a joyous smile, overcasting the tearful eyes she had.
And with her silence that followed her sentence, she remembered a song that she always imagined that she and Hayato would sing together, in the future.
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
Hayato didn't see her for days, even after he has helped Tsuna with an Arcobaleno Trial. He planned on apologizing upon his mistake, and if possible, crack a joke or two.
Normally, he wouldn't go this far as to hunt down a person just to say sorry to them. He'd do that to his family, Bianchi, or Tsuna, but what was with Sora that he can't resist tracking her down just to be forgiven?
He only focused his attention on being Tsuna's right-hand man, but he was still being bothered by his conscience.
Or.
His heart?
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is your's
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is your's
Sora missed the stupid "Ojii-chuu" she used to insult and tease, but she knows that all he ever wanted was to be Tsuna's special Guardian, so she let things slide off for a little while. Hoping that he'll forget his anxiousness in a matter of days, she avoided taking the path near Namimori, with is closer to the path to the Fiamma HQ, resisted not hanging out with either Kyoko, Bianchi or Haru, and didn't even made contact with Reborn. She loathed avoiding the people she was close with because of him.
Her Heart.
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is your's
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart, my heart is your's
My heart is your's
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart, my heart is your's
It was nearly before the time for the Vongola Guardians and their Boss, Tsunayoshi Sawada, to leave for the future, when Sora finally decided to appear out of the blue to Reborn, who was with Colonello and the others, and spotted Gokudera, right there and then. She didn't pay him any attention, making Gokudera think that she can't forgive him for the pain the burn, and his actions, caused her.
She cautiously approached Tsuna and wished him the best of luck, because he was going to need it. It was her insult, in a joking kind of matter.
Yamamoto asked if Nari was with her. Those two obviously has a great friendship. Or closer?
The energetic Ryohei continued to be overly-hyped for the situations ahead, and she didn't want to spoil his... energy?
She spotted Lambo once again, and she made a break for it, hiding behind someone she didn't see who.
And when she did.
She stepped back.
Ashamed.
Gokudera Hayato, he was the Storm Guardian, and he was the "Grandpa shield".
It was a reflex.
"Uh..."
Gokudera saw this as a chance for him to apologize before they face another danger, perhaps, after Verde's Trial, they might be in greater danger than they expected. He didn't want his conscience (or his heart?) to build up the guilt that he places upon himself.
"Um, sorry."
She smiled.
"Hayato ojii-chuu, if you die, I'll recommend that Tsuna-chuu throw you in the river~!"
She was fine, after all.
My heart is your's
My heart is your's
My heart is
I am so ashamed for this one DD:
I need to stop watching Tennis no Oujisama. It gave me ideas.
Especially the episode where Oishi was very aghast, to the point where he pushed Eiji suddenly.
Yep yep.
Gokudera, next time, don't hurt that blonde. I'm going to get Spanner to attack you with Gola Mosca.
C'mon, just admit that the girl is your type, Bakadera-chuu~!
xDD
Song by Paramore. LOVE THE BAND TO BITS.
Wonder what song Sora was thinking of?
That's the very same song in this songfic. :>
That's the very same song in this songfic. :>
Labels: Fiamma, hayato gokudera, KHR, My Heart, oneshot, pain, Paramore, Sora Midori, Vongola
On Monday, November 15, 2010 at 8:10 PM
oujosama
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".
I'm going to a Halloween party as a zombie.
Boys in my fanfics ; Girls they're paired with
Uchiha Sasuke ; Konoe Akane
Gokudera Hayato ; Sora Midori
Echizen Ryoma ; Fujiwara Miharu
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