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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
On Friday, May 4, 2012 at 4:49 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
Senpai || Hidan
Senpai
A Hidan oneshot
It isn’t really a matter of what she wanted, but what HE made commanded her to do. She wasn’t his (yet), but with his somewhat “possessive” and “controlling” manner upon her, you’d think they were together already. The way he’d tell her a thousand times that she can’t start a certain ritual without him doing it with her; you’d really think that he was the possessive, controlling boyfriend type. But no, they weren’t anything besides ritual partners. Besides, Hidan can’t say for a fact that he likes this girl. He’d make excessive excuses that he can’t go off lovey-dovey with girls because of Jashin, and he extends that to the girl. She’s bound to no romance because she’s a Jashinist. Or as he says.
Besides, that’s the only way he can keep her to himself, discreetly.
“Oii woman! How many times do I have to fuckin’ tell you to wait for me before starting this goddamn ritual!”
Amaya huffed, stands of her hair flying with the hot breath she expelled from her lips. Hidan was always like that, so controlling. But adorable nonetheless.
“Uff, Hidan-san, I-“
She was about to make some sort of innocent innuendo about his statement when she felt two, strong arms snake around her, and a broad chest on her back. Her face was flustered, her cheeks flaming red. He placed his fingers on her hands, the fabric of her long sleeves the only thing separating their skins from connecting to one another. Her head slightly touched his neck, and she felt vibrations from his throat. He was growling slightly in annoyance, but her senses cannot see the fact that right now, his cheeks were dusted with a pink hue.
“Just follow my fucking order because Jashin will punish you if you don’t, bitch.”
With an intimidating tone like that, Amaya didn’t care what Hidan said. She’d fall under his command everytime he uses a tone like that. That was his tactic.
The Jashin necklace dangled from her hands, as his rested on hers, too. With his even, smooth breathing touching her porcelain skin, his voice whispering the prayer they have been taught to recite when they prayed to Jashin, Amaya felt her legs slowly failing to anchor her weight, her hands became ice cold and her spine was crept up with chills. She tried shaking those sensations by focusing her mind on the ritual they must do, but her mind kept on coming back to the feeling of his hot breath and his chest just centimeters from her back.
Oh, why the hell was she with a man like Hidan?
“Amaya, let’s go kill some assholes. The prayer’s fuckin’ done.”
Her mind can’t seem to register what he was saying, instead, she was still contemplating on why the hell, of all the Jashinists in this world, she was stuck with a smexy person like Hidan. It was vague to her, but she did know that it was him who found her during one of her rituals and from that day on, he seems to be around her all the time.
“Amaya?”
“…”
“HEY BITCH!”
The sound of his angry voice startled Amaya back to her senses. She shook her head to clear off her mind and get her back to the situation.
“Aah? Oh, sorry. I was… concentrating.”
“Fuck yeah, you’re concentrating.” Hidan’s sarcasm sprang forth again, making the look of his face seem annoyed at the girl’s sudden pensiveness.
“Let’s just get our ritual over with, bitch. Be grateful Jashin-sama assigned me to teach you. I’m a fucking professional at this thing.”
Amaya wasn’t really new with this “Jashin” business, but Hidan clearly won the “I’m superior” case because of the year lapse he had with her when it comes to being Jashin’s zealot.
As usual with Hidan, the ritual took a long ass of a time to finish. He toyed with the victim for the day: a seemingly-normal citizen that turns out to be some kind of bodyguard for a rich person. Or something. With no Kakuzu around (for this time), Hidan didn’t really need to know what the hell is the deal with the person he’s killing. Though he did most of the work, Amaya had the chance to snatch the opportunity from him and sacrificed the man to Jashin. A quick and simple death, that was what she delivered. Hidan would’ve wanted the man to suffer, but the girl was headstrong this time; she wanted to give a sacrifice to Jashin this time. It’s not like she gets to do that everytime with Hidan.
The silver-haired Jashinist dragged the marmalade-haired girl by her tail, which he actually inquired to her about a thousand times before. She was being dragged to some kind of inn, and she just hopes that Hidan get two separate rooms. They really didn’t look like a runaway couple, with the way he was dragging her forcefully by her orange tail. She just crossed her arms in silent annoyance, not with Hidan, but for pulling her tail like that.
The Jashinists proceeded in a well-kept inn, where the owner greeted them at the front hall. Hidan threatened the man to give them a room or he’ll sacrifice him to Jashin in mere seconds. That, and the fact that he was wearing an Akatsuki cloak and his foul temper made the owner consent. Hidan dragged the girl upstairs, and threw her in a clean room, with a single bed, an open window and probably everything for a good accommodation. He told her to beg for forgiveness to Jashin because of her behavior in the ritual earlier. He slammed the door and left the girl in the empty room, blinking in disbelief, or perhaps, confusion.
It has been about an hour or two that passed before he barged in again, this time, his well-toned body showing itself to Amaya as his cloak was nowhere near him at this time, probably left carelessly on the floor of his room. She has just finished his “order” and now, it seems that he wants her to do another task. What a life, Amaya the kouhai to her Jashinist “senpai”, Hidan.
“What do you want, Hidan-san?”
“Get your ass over here, bitch. I need to teach you a few tricks in being a Jashinist.”
Funny. Hidan teaching Amaya something in being a Jashinist, without sacrificing or attacking someone in the process.
“What is it, Hidan-san?”
The moment she was within Hidan’s reach, he grabbed her by her tail again, and dragged her to his room, where he slammed the door when she got inside.
“Jashin-sama ordered me to make it clear to you that no asshole owns you. Save for myself.”
Cue Hidan’s cocky smirk.
“What on earth are you-“
Let’s just say Amaya’s jashinist senpai taught her a few more tricks that goes beyond Jashin boundaries, too.
This is a commission by ~0littlegirldeath0 from dA. And I hope she likes it!
I fail. I can't even make Hidan's character right!
I'M NOT GONNA WRITE ANOTHER ONESHOT EVER AGAIN! /emo mode
Labels: amaya yuzuki, commission, hidan, hidan the adorable masochistic sadistic Jashinist, Jashin, kouhai, Naruto, oneshot, rated mature for swearing, senpai, teh epic fail, utter failure
On Friday, May 27, 2011 at 8:51 PM
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
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