First things first; I do not own "The Christmas Song" by Owl City. All I did was shamelessly copy the lyrics into this fic. And of course, I do not own KHR. If I did, life would be sweet. I would never have to work again. I think. :/

Because this song was based off "The Christmas Song" by Owl City, it helps to listen to it while reading! XD

This is my first time writing 8059, hope it appeals to the 8059 fans out there!

Song lyrics are in italics. Hope you'll enjoy the fic! ^^

With his legs crossed, Gokudera looked up from the book he had been browsing through in the library. Gazing out of the window, he smiled slightly. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and some of them had fallen onto the window, blossoming into beautiful patterns. He hadn't realized it, but Christmas was already here. Opening the window, he remembered how he used to celebrate Christmas back in Italy. The presents that were handed to him, how he used to wait till no one was around, then tear the wrapping paper gingerly, before revealing the present beneath the layers of paper. He used to get that one special present from her, but in the end…

"Oh, Gokudera. Didn't realise you were here. Can you help me spread the word around the family that they're free to do what they want for this week or so? It being Christmas Eve today, and New Year and all." Tsuna came into the library, returning one of the books he had taken to its proper shelf. "I've spread the word to Yamamoto, Chrome, Lambo and Kusakabe-san, but just in case they forget, you can remind them. Everyone can go back home and return once the New Year celebrations are over, but if they don't want to, they're free to stay here in the base if they want." He smiled at Gokudera warmly. "Feel free to do what you want this holiday. You've worked hard these few months, you can take a break."

"Thanks, Juudaime." He smiled in return, getting up to return the book.

As Kyoko came into the room, greeting Tsuna with a hug, Gokudera excused himself from the room as quick as possible, and started to stroll back to his room, still gazing at the falling snow. Stopping in his footsteps, he moved towards the window and opened it. The frigid air calmed him slightly, and as he watched the snowflake make its way to his outstretched palm, he felt his heart ache slightly.

Returning his hand to his pocket and closing the window, he slid his hands into his pockets and went back to his room. Retrieving his wallet and keys, he got on his motorbike and went down to his small home in Namimori Central, ignoring the wind that whipped his hands as they gripped the freezing handles.

Unlocking the door, he made his way to the one room that he spent so much time in whenever he felt he needed time alone. The walls were snow white, with nothing in it but the instrument and its chair. Lifting the cover of the grand piano, he adjusted the seat slightly and put his slender fingers on the ivory keys. It felt cold under his touch, even slightly dusty what with him periodically abandoning this house a few months in one shot. Memories flooded back to him as his fingers flew over the keys, softly but quickly, playing the simple tune she taught him years back, looping it over and over again.

Christmas was always special when she was around. She would play traditional Italian Christmas songs, and would teach him how to play them, sitting on her lap. He only saw her 3 times a year, and the visits stopped abruptly, but the times that she actually came around, with her beautiful countenance forever imprinted in his mind, he would remember how her presence seemed to calm him. The songs that she played on the grand piano flowed, and he used to sit on the chair, enthralled by her calm demeanour and great skill on the instrument. He felt loved when she gave him a hug before she left, her pale hands always trembling slightly when she had to leave. He knew that he loved the woman dearly, and always looked forward to her visits, always sitting in the piano room, waiting for her svelte figure to walk through the door, playing her tunes while waiting.

As the present Gokudera sat on the window sill with the window wide open, he looked out of the window and continued to watch the snow fall. "Mother...," he breathed as he got off the sill. Putting on his coat, the silver-haired man gave her portrait a fleeting glance, and locked the house.

The streets of Namimori were as good as deserted as the sun set, with only a handful of stores open. The snow had begun to pile up by the sidewalk, and as Gokudera stuffed his hands into his coat pockets, the cold breeze attacked his neck and face.

"It's Christmas, and we walk alone,"

"Gokudera!" he turned his head to see the baseball nut walking towards him, his smile as radiant as always, emphasizing the scar on chin. "You're not at the base?"

"Two strangers with no one to miss us,"

"No. Decided to go back for a while." Gokudera quickly avoided the topic of him at home with the piano, and quickly walked on while Yamamoto walked in line beside him. "What are you doing here anyhow? Thought you'd stay at the base too."

Yamamoto froze slightly but continued to walk beside Gokudera, his smile turning slightly sad. "Went back to the shop for a while, but decided to leave. There's no one there anyway, what with the shop being closed for Christmas and New Year."

The two of them walked down the shopping district silently, their hands stuffed in their respective pockets, as the various Christmas songs rang out from the audio systems of the shops. As night started to fall, the pair sat on the benches lining the shops, watching the florist serve his last customer. Saying nothing, they only watched, with Yamamoto occasionally watching Gokudera from the corner of his eye, whipping his gaze forward when Gokudera moved. They both knew why the other wasn't spending time with his family as there was none, with Yamamoto's father gone, and Gokudera being on bad terms with his father and the rest of his half-family. He never went back for Christmas, and usually spent his time at the base with Tsuna and the rest, but ever since he got married to Kyoko; his going back to the base to celebrate Christmas with him never happened again.

"I don't have anyone at home to talk to, and you don't have anything to do,"

"Gokudera...you're pretty much free right now aren't you?" Yamamoto asked as he leaned against the bench, his face tilted upwards, watching the snow fall slowly. "That and I don't have anything to do either, since all the Christmas present shopping's been done."

"So I'll spend my Christmas with you."

"I'm sorry, what?" Gokudera said as he turned to face the baseball idiot.

"I'll spend my Christmas with you." Yamamoto repeated. "We're both bored out of our wits, walking down to Namimori when there's no one around, and we're not due anywhere anytime soon, so really it's quite a lonely Christmas this year. So I'll spend my Christmas with you." Jumping up from his seat and not waiting for Gokudera's answer, he grabbed his hand and started walking back to the sushi store. "We could always eat some sushi as Christmas Eve dinner."

"You're joking."

"Do I ever joke?"

"You and I met passing by, and now our spirits feel warm,"

As the two of them continued walking down the road back to Yamamoto's home, Gokudera didn't realise it, but as Yamamoto's hand wrapped around his, he didn't struggle or give a snappish reply like he usually would. Instead, he felt Yamamoto's warm personality warm his hands, and in turn felt his own heart get warmer. He knew that Yamamoto cared about him more than the average person in the family (surely more than that stupid cow) but he never really voiced it out for anyone to hear apart from Gokudera himself. He felt his face turn red, and said nothing as they continued to walk in the snow, back to Yamamoto's place.

Lining the shoes at the doorway of the traditional Japanese home and hanging their coats at the hanger in the hallway, Gokudera noticed the place was pretty much the same as it was 10 years ago; the same arrangement of the shop, the same casings of the sashimi that was to be served. If anything had changed, it was the recent addition of a picture at the serving counter – the younger Yamamoto with his father, grinning at the camera. Gokudera smiled to himself and followed Yamamoto up the stairs to the rooms, where a big bag of presents (that were clumsily wrapped, Gokudera noticed) lay in the corner. As the older man bent over the bag and started digging for something, Gokudera opened one of the doors and was pleasantly greeted by a traditional stone fireplace with overstuffed chairs and cushions everywhere. It looked like something out of the lounge back at the base, warm and inviting, with fiery reds and cosy orange decorating the room, a pleasant contrast to the scenery that could be viewed from the windows.

"Feel free to start the fireplace and turn on the radio," Yamamoto popped his head into the room, "I'm still searching for something so make yourself at home."

As the Christmas tunes started to play from the tiny machine, Gokudera sat on the floor, sitting on the carpeted floor, watching the crackling fireplace, his head on his knees. As the door shut, Gokudera continued to watch the fireplace while Yamamoto knelt behind him, giving him a firm hug, his too long arms wrapping Gokudera. "Merry Christmas, Gokudera."

"It isn't-"

"Merry Christmas." Yamamoto's embrace made him feel safe, but most importantly, loved. He hadn't felt love in a long time, receiving close to none from his father, and having nothing but a brief encounter of it when he unknowingly met his mother. He closed his eyes as Yamamoto's head rested on his shoulder, basking in the warm glow from the fireplace, enjoying nothing but each other's company this lonely holiday. Closing his eyes as Yamamoto's light kiss met his cheek, a package fell into Gokudera's lap. "Open it; it's your Christmas present." Moving to look at Gokudera face to face and leaning against the armchair, Yamamoto looked at the silver-haired man who looked bemused by the package. All Gokudera knew was that, whatever the package was, it was wrapped quite horribly, with the paper all scrunched up at the top, and the abuse of scotch-tape very apparent.

Removing the tape slowly, he smiled as the gift unfurl. A long red scarf - nothing better for the season. The glow from the fire illuminated Gokudera's face as he wrapped the scarf around his neck – it was far too long, but the deep red was gorgeous against his pale skin. He felt his own heartbeat race, as he looked at Yamamoto with the scarf on as he inched towards him, Yamamoto's mouth merely inches away from his ear.

"I love you, Gokudera," Yamamoto whispered, as Gokudera's face turned scarlet red, allowing Yamamoto's lips to meet his own. His kisses were warm and inviting, firm but not intruding, as light as the snowflakes that fell outside the window. It felt unbelievably sweet, and Gokudera wanted to remember this moment for as long as he could. "I love you, Gokudera." He whispered again, his hands holding Gokudera's face lightly as Gokudera reacted, participating in Yamamoto's kiss-fest, providing his own feather-light kisses.

As the two of them watched the fire burn down to glowing embers, the scarf wrapped around their necks, Gokudera closed his eyes, letting his head lie against Yamamoto's solid shoulders, his fingers entangled in Yamamoto's firm grip. As Yamamoto slept, Gokudera reached up and kissed Yamamoto's cheek.

"I love you too Yamamoto. Merry Christmas."

That's the end of it! Hope it wasn't very OOC, and uh. Yeah! Review please! ^^