"Are you mental?"

Yes, Yamamoto had thought about that possibility numerous times, and deduced it wouldn't, indeed, be strange. He looked at his brother, Asari, with an unusually resigned expression on his face.

"Maybe… but what other choice do I have? I've tried everything"

And he wasn't lying when he said that.

At first, he had resorted to the two people who knew him best, his older siblings Bianchi and G. The red haired man, as he was as romantic as a rock and as experienced as one in women, told him to simply go to the point and tell him in the face. As if he hadn't tried that already –he had ended up with a black eye for confessing in front of a crowd. Bianchi, after smacking her brother up the head, had told him to be more romantic about it. He had ended up with a black eye and his mouth stuffed with rose petals.

He had then asked Tsuna; he had supposed the brunet would have experience dating difficult people, if the brunet's own lover was of any proof. Turned out, he had a hardly clear idea of how he had made Hibari fall in love with him, and Yamamoto preferred not to resort to a gang fight for a confession. Hibari had suggested to threaten and hit him until he accepted, but Yamamoto refused to hurt the other.

His next choice had been Kyouko and Haru, who claimed to know about romance more than any of his friends –he seriously doubted reading teen magazines and watching soap operas counted as experience though.

They had crossed out 'direct confession' from their 'Utterly Romantic List to Get Gokudera to Like Yamamoto', as well as all expensive gifts and trips abroad, since he couldn't afford it. The homemade chocolate had resulted in disaster, since the only thing he could cook to save his life was sushi, and the bento he had prepared had ended up in the trashcan. The romantic dinner, even though Gokudera had given him a chance, had ended up in disaster when they encountered his sister and her boyfriend in the restaurant, which derived into a visit to the medic due to stomach sickness. The concert and cinema invitation, and well as the hot springs', had been blatantly refused, too. In the end, Haru and Kyouko had patted him on the back and told him to go straight up and tell him.

After that, in an overdrive of utter naivety, he had asked Mukuro and his brother, Daemon. They also had arrived to the same conclusion as everyone else, when Yamamoto turned green from seeing their 'love persuasion items'.

He had asked Ryouhei and his brother, Knuckles, and they had suggested a boxing competition against all the guys in the boxing club to prove his love –Kyouko had squeaked at the romanticism of the idea, wondering why it hadn't occurred to her. He had ended up missing a teeth and another refusal.

That time, though, Gokudera had hesitated, and that had given Yamamoto a slight bit of hope.

But he had run out of ideas.

Therefore, he was going to resort to the last person he could think of.

Tsuna flinched when he saw Yamamoto's black eye when he stepped into the field, followed by the cheers of his fanatics. He turned to see Gokudera-kun staring intently at the raven.

It was Yamamoto's turn to bat for the last time that match and the crowd received him with claps, more cheers and screams from the girls. Despite the noise, he remained concentrated on the pitcher, a blonde with an annoying smug smirk. Tsuna noticed Gokudera was sending him a deadly glare.

The blonde shot, a strong ball that could have broken through a wall. But Yamamoto, almost nonchalantly, swinged the bat confidently and hit, sending the ball away… away… away…

"IT'S A HOME RUN!"

The watchers stood up, cheering and laughing and crying tears of joy. The team lifted Yamamoto up, cheering him on.

Maybe that's why he missed the unusual proud, soft, loving smile Gokudera sent his way.

Tsuna sighed.

The traits Yamamoto appreciated the most about Giotto was both his capabilities as the leader of the greatest vigilante group in town and his ability not to let the darkness of his world stain his good ways. Giotto was a strong person, but he was a little innocent and overly honest when it didn't come to the Vongola.

Maybe it'd have been a better idea to ask him before Daemon.

"Good evening!" the blonde exclaimed, entering the sushi shop and sitting next to the bar, where Yamamoto was cleaning up. The raven grinned a grin that could match the other's in brightness.

"Hey there Giotto-san… "

"What did you want to talk about?"

"It's about Gokudera…"

"Ah, yes, I've heard you've been having problems getting his attention…"

"More like being outright rejected" the younger one sighed.

Giotto smiled kindly. If there was anyone who understood the hardships of pursuing a stubborn love was him –because Alaude had told him all the crap he had gone through to get his attention, not because he had experienced it himself.

"If you don't give up, he'll accept you so you'll just stop bothering him, right?"

"That's not exactly what I'm aiming for…"

"Well… the only thing I can think of…"

Suddenly, Giotto straightened up in his seat, a knowing smile brightening his features.

Yamamoto couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

It was a nice day at Nami-chuu. The sun was shining upon, Hibird's subordinates were singing, and Yamamoto Takeshi was running down the hallway escaping from a potential serial killer.

Wait, what?

"Hn? Hibari-san?"

Tsuna had the second period free, since his Chemistry teacher had fallen sick, so he was spending the time doing his favorite activity: sleeping on Hibari-san's lap. Well, he had been, until a screeching scream had erupted from their classroom… two floors underneath.

"YAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAMOOOOOOOTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Well, even Tsuna had noticed the daggers Gokudera had been sending Yamamoto during their first period. He was almost sure he had seen a black cloud hovering above his friend, but had shrugged it off as a bad night's sleep or something like that.

"Maybe I should go and prevent a murder…" Tsuna said worriedly, standing up from his position on his raven's lap…

…Until he felt a hot breath behind his ear, which traveled down to his neck.

"I think they can solve it on their own…" Hibari whispered, smirking at the dazed expression on the brunet's face. He subtly pulled him down to him, settling him on his lap and wrapping his arms around him.

"Mhm… I agree…" Tsuna sighed, lying his head against the other's shoulder

He had arrived late that morning, being spared by Hibari thanks to Tsuna giving him the puppy-eyes. He had been too nervous to sleep last night, thinking about what had Giotto done regarding Gokudera, since he had refused to tell him. Most of his musings weren't promising at all.

And how right he had been.

At first, he had scratched his back in search of something stabbing him, only to turn around to find a pair of lovely green eyes trying to disintegrate him with only the look they were sending his way.

When the bell rang, it was his cue to run for his life.

"YAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAMOOOOOOOTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

That velvety, calming voice had never sounded so scary.

What had Giotto done? Was there anything that could put Gokudera on such a rampage? Yamamoto went through all the possibilities in his mind, as he reached the stairs leading outside. Maybe the blonde had painted Gokudera's apartment pink. Maybe he had replaced all his dynamite sticks with love letters. Maybe he had made a huge poster that said 'GOKUDERA HAYATO, YAMAMOTO TAKESHI LOVES YOU, PLEASE BEAR HIS BABIES' and hung it outside his apartment. Maybe…

Something grabbed him by his shirt, making him trip and bring Gokudera along. They rolled over the floor, Yamamoto trying to evade the other's punches to no avail. A wall stopped their struggling, making them jump away from each other. Yamamoto thought of assisting the other up, until he remembered his physical integrity would be in danger if he did so.

"You…" Gokudera hissed, looking at him in the eye. He took a deep breath, trying to convey his words, making a great effort not to just growl and glare and punch the fucker in the face. "Yamamoto" he spat, finally. "Do you know what I found at my doorstep this morning?"

"A… doormat?" the raven answered hopefully.

"No, Yamamoto" the other retorted dangerously, slowly taking a step forward. "I found a sculpture. A chocolate sculpture of you. Naked"

Oh, Giotto…

"A sculpture which all my neighbors saw!"

"I…"

"They called the police!" Gokudera snapped again. "The landlord asked for an explanation! And the card saying 'Please eat me up' certainly didn't help!"

"I can expla…!"

"I DON'T WANT AN EXPLANATION!" he sighed, and mentally counted to ten. "I don't know what you're thinking, but this fucking game of yours has reached its limit…"

"Gokudera, it's not…"

"I don't give a shit! Just leave me alone!"

He turned around to leave, but before he could get too far, Yamamoto grabbed him by the wrist. Gokudera struggled to get free, not even looking at the other.

"Gokudera, please listen to me. It's not a game; I swear… would you stop struggling! I like you, I really like you, damn it!" Yamamoto started yelling, holding onto Gokudera's wrist tighter, to no avail. The silverette twisted his arm, setting himself free, and strided away.

"Judging by your face, I'm guessing Hayato didn't like my present"

Yamamoto lifted his forehead from the counter to send a blank look at the blonde in front of him. His usual cheerful-self had retreated to a dark corner of his mind to sulk in peace, leaving his body like an empty shell. But he didn't push the blame on Giotto. He had asked for it, after all.

"He thought I just wanted to have sex with him" he answered in a dull voice.

"And you don't?"

"… not only…"

"Oh, you dirty-minded little…"

"Giotto, please don't"

There was silence between them, only interrupted by the sound of Tsuyoshi making sushi in the shop's kitchen.

Giotto was looking at the boy in front of him with pity and understanding. Maybe he had overdone it that time, but he also knew it was necessary. He knew there would be no merit in Yamamoto conquering Gokudera with someone else's actions.

"Maybe you should just be honest with him…"

"As if I hadn't tried that!"

Giotto noticed, at that moment, Tsuyoshi's activity had stopped and the man was now listening to them.

"Were you really honest when you told him?"

"I told him I liked him! What else could I've said?"

"Hn…"

Apparently, Yamamoto wouldn't realize for himself, as Giotto had intended to. He was going to give up on the silverette, most likely, and it would make them both miserable. But, right now, he had run out of ideas.

Looking at Tsuyoshi from the corner of his eye, he noticed the man was deep in thought. Maybe it was time for him to step back…?

"I'm sorry, Yamamoto, but I don't know what else you could do… look, it's nighttime already. Why don't you sleep on it and see if you can come up with something?"

"Whatever…"

He stepped into his son's room. The curtains weren't drawn; the moonlight was freely pouring inside. He sighed when he saw Takeshi lying on his bed, looking up to the ceiling with a blank expression. Silently, Tsuyoshi made his way towards him, and sat beside him.

"Ah… hey, pops, I didn't hear you coming in" he said, sitting up. He managed to pull a fake smile, but his dad knew better.

"Hey" he said. "I heard you talking with Giotto down there. What did he do?"

It was Yamamoto's turn to sigh. He lied down again, frowning.

"I asked him to think up a way to ask Gokudera out for me, and, well… it didn't turn out as expected" he explained. "I really don't know what else I can do…"

They sighed at the same time. Tsuyoshi leaned against the wall behind them, next to the bed, so did Takeshi. The sun hadn't begun to rise yet, but they could tell it was well past midnight.

"You could have asked me" the oldest one said, finally. Yamamoto cringed at the tone of his dad's voice, but sighed in relief when he laughed.

"It's just… I thought your methods would be a little old-fashioned" he admitted.

"Maybe you're right, but my old-fashioned methods conquered your mom's heart"

Yamamoto's eyes widened at that. His father rarely talked about his mother, and only had a few pictures of her around the house. He barely remembered Chihiro, her blonde hair and warm honey eyes that always seemed to be smiling. He remembered she never got mad or upset, not even when she was diagnosed with that terminal, genetical disease. Not even when he and his father cried next to her deathbed.

"You never told me how you did it" Yamamoto reminded.

"Ah, she was a wild one in our high school days. Her temper was, at least, you know. She was beautiful, smart and strong, and, of course, I wasn't the only one that had fallen for her"

Sounds a little like Gokudera, Yamamoto thought.

"I confessed to her many times. I gave her presents, took her out to dinner, I even wrote 'I love you' with spray paint on the school's lockers… Hibari Shin gave me two weeks of extra homework after that, hehe"

"And she still rejected you?" his son asked, incredulous.

"Well, yes. So, evidently, as desperate as I was, one day I walked up to her and asked her what I could do to make her notice me. She told me to just be honest."

"What did she mean by that?" Yamamoto jumped, recognizing the same advise his friends had given him, "I mean, that's what everyone keeps telling me, but I'm being honest with him! I keep telling him that I like him!"

"'Anyone can say I love you', she told me" Tsuyoshi answered, chuckling slightly at his son's sudden outburst. "Anyone can walk up to someone and say 'Hey, I like you', but it took me courage and time to tell her how I really felt"

"And what did you tell her?"

Tsuyoshi's expression changed. His eyes averted Yamamoto and stared through the window, towards the clear night sky. He seemed to be thinking, as if remembering the times when his wife was alive.

"I told her that I would make her happy; that I would give my life for her…"

"… I'll always be true to you. I'll always listen to you, and respect you, and think of you and love you like a woman so wonderful deserves, and even if you reject me now, remember that I'll always be here for you, because you're the only person I'll ever want"

He was out of breath. His stomach and lungs were clutching due to the nerves and at Chihiro's lack of response.

At that moment, he felt like the most idiotic man in the world; spilling his feelings to her like that, like a castaway holding onto a rock in the middle of the sea. He felt heat rushing up his face, and almost turned around to leave with the little dignity he had left, but a little spark of hope inside him kept him glued to the floor.

After a while, the girl let out a laugh –a heavenly, musical laugh –and stood up from her sit in the empty classroom.

"Was it so hard?" she asked, amused. "It took you a long time, Tsuyoshi-kun"

She kissed him lightly on the lips, sweetly and delicately, and, for Tsuyoshi, that was the first kiss of many others.

"I… I still don't get it…" Yamamoto confessed. Tsuyoshi chuckled again, scratching the back of his head.

"I think… the best way to put it is 'there's more to love than love'" he explained. "Maybe you should sleep on it. Anyways, good night, son. I hope I was of help"

With that, the man left the room, leaving Yamamoto with his thoughts.

It was snowing outside, the first snow of the year. He looked at the park beneath his apartment's windows; for once, there were no kids playing around, it was too cold even for a snowball fight.

Gokudera sipped his chocolate and returned to the book he had been reading. The heater was at its maximum and he was seated on the couch wrapped in a blanket, warm and cozy. For once, he wasn't thinking of Tsuna or homework or his psycho sister or Yamamoto.

He definitely wasn't thinking of Yamamoto, or the baseball game that had been suspended due to the snow, therefore leaving him with no excuse for meeting the raven, or the fact that he had picked a random novel to stop thinking about him. Nope, not at all…

The bell rang; startling him and making him jump off the sofa and fall on the floor. He rubbed his sore bum and grabbed his keys, getting up and cursing whoever was at the other side of the door. He opened, and saw the one person he totally wasn't thinking about.

"Gokudera…"

Yamamoto scratched the back of his head. He wasn't carrying flowers or chocolates or cards, which worried Gokudera, because that's what the baseball freak always did, and if he didn't it meant he had given up on him, which was good, so he shouldn't have been worried in the first place, then why was he worried? Maybe he should ask Yamamoto and stop staring like a retard. Yes, that was a good idea.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I… I'd like to talk. Would you come outside with me?" the raven asked nervously. Gokudera felt even more worried at that; the freak always showed so much confidence, even when he was confessing his feelings. What was bothering him now?

It's not like he cared, anyways, he totally didn't care.

"No way in hell! It's fucking freezing out there!"

"Gokudera, please…" he begged, giving such a pleading, kicked-puppy look it was almost cu…

"WHATEVER!" he shouted, grabbing the first coat he found and locking the door to his apartment, not sparing a look to the other boy.

It was awkward, and the fact that it was freezing cold made him all the more annoyed. He had picked the first jacket he had found and the melted snow was filtrating through the thin fabric. Suddenly, warmth enveloped him; Yamamoto had taken off his leather coat and wrapped it around his shoulders. Gokudera looked at him, surprised both at his stern expression and his actions. He hadn't dared ask where they were heading, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know what was going through the raven's head.

They went past the park, the school, the mall and the train station. They were in the outskirts of the town, walking so slowly he didn't even feel tired, so disturbingly comfortable in the other's clothes. It smelt of green tea, deodorant and something akin to humid soil after the rain, just like Yamamoto. He inhaled it discreetly.

They stopped suddenly in front of iron gates that lead to a stone path, snaking between stone figures and lapidaries: the cemetery.

What a weird place for a date.

"D-Don't think strange things…" Yamamoto asked, seeing his disturbed face. "Could you put up with me for a while more?"

He could only nod.

They walked along the main path, which branched in many directions so as to lead the visitors towards their loved ones' respective tombs. Strangely, neither of the boys felt scared, despite the silence. Peace reigned upon the place, illuminated by the snow that seemed to glow.

Gokudera couldn't understand the other's actions, nor did he know why he hadn't protested yet, or why he hadn't shrugged Yamamoto's sweet-smelling jacket off, or why he had agreed to leave his apartment in the first place.

They arrived to their destination, but his mind was completely elsewhere. He was thinking back to his childhood days, when he was eleven years old and only a few minutes from batting for the first time in the minor baseball league. Never in his life had he been more nervous; his legs had been shaky and his hands sweaty.

His father was amongst the crowd, but Yamamoto couldn't see him. He could clearly see the pitcher's feral smirk, though. He had motives to feel scared; the guy was two years his senior and twice his size, he was certain the bat would split in two if it were to merely touch the ball thrown by the giant.

It all happened so fast, though. The moment the guy pitched, amongst the sea of people, he spotted a little white head. Curious, he took a glance at the owner of such a hair color: a boy more or less his age, with eyes green and deep like the sea and an encouraging smile so bright and sincere it felt like it had extended a long finger and touched his racing heart.

He scored a home run that day, and went to the bleachers in search of the white-haired boy, to no avail.

He had met the boy, some years later, but hadn't realized at first. He was a new foreigner student, a bad-tempered guy with a harsh personality, and had instantly felt attracted to him, even though the feelings weren't mutual. And seeing the other's intelligence, his devotion for those he loved, his strength… his feelings had developed into something deeper.

"What's this, baseball nut?"

Gokudera sounded a little frightened, and he couldn't blame him.

"Ah… um… d-don't be scared, yeah? It's… It's not some kind of creepy joke, I promise!"

The lapidary they had stopped in front of was gray, as all the others, with burning incense at both sides and a bouquet of white flowers in front. The only peculiarity was the name craved in the stone:

Yamamoto Chihiro

"Why the hell did you bring me here?" Gokudera demanded.

"I… I came here to confess…"

"Again?!"

"No! I mean, this time for sure!"

"What the fuck, baseball idiot? I'm leaving…!"

"Wait!" Before Gokudera could turn around, Yamamoto grabbed his arm, softly enough so as not to hurt him. "It's not easy for me either, Gokudera, but if you give me this last chance, I promise I'll give up and never bother you again" he blurted out.

The last words caused an uneasy feeling to swirl in Gokudera's chest, but shrugged it off as the cold getting to him. Unconsciously holding onto Yamamoto's jacket, he frowned, trying not to let his nervousness show.

"Whatever, be quick. I'm freezing"

Yamamoto sighed, relieved. He looked at the lapidary and crouched in front of it, tracing his mother's name with his finger.

"I… I really liked you from the first time we met" he started. "I felt attracted to you, because you were handsome, smart and loyal to us, your friends, although you'd never admit it"

Gokudera remembered the day when Tsuna had introduced them, and how much of a jackass he had been. He frowned, remembering all the things they had been through: the fights, school, weekends together, and he realized… Yamamoto had always been there too.

He wondered if he remembered that day when they were children, in that baseball game.

"I liked you, at the beginning. It was a crush. I thought of you, I tried to get close to you; I tried to get you to accept me. Nothing I did ever worked; it even seemed like I was hurting you with my attempts. But I was convinced that, if I kept trying, you'd come to accept me. I was sure that only I could give you the happiness you deserved"

The hell? Is he on crack or something? was what Gokudera wanted to tell himself. But, in reality, he was listening to the raven's every word; he couldn't help but feel a tiny ray of hope illuminate the mist that had once settled around Yamamoto's words.

Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he's not playing with me. Maybe it isn't just a crush. Maybe I wasn't just a game to him. Maybe…

"But some time ago, I had a talk with my father –maybe he should've been the first person I asked for advice. He told me of how he met my mother, and he made me reconsider some things…

"Up to that point, I had always thought of how it'd be to go out with you. I thought we'd spend time together, I thought I'd tell you how much I loved you, all things normal couples do… but then I started thinking of other things that I had never thought about.

"I started thinking of how happy I felt every time you smiled. Of how much I missed you when you skipped school. Of how much my chest hurt when your eyes suddenly turned melancholic when you spoke of your mother. Of how at peace you looked when you played the piano. Of how satisfied I felt when you called my name… and I felt scared of losing all that."

Yamamoto stood up and looked at him. His amber eyes looked brighter than ever, more determined than Gokudera had ever seen them.

"I realized that I want you to be happy… even if it's not with me" he took a step closer, making Gokudera stiffen. "Even if you hate me and never want to see me again… I vow to protect you and make you happy, and love you for the rest of my life"

Gokudera had never kissed anyone. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a Casanova who could get any girl he wanted, he had never gone out with anyone, nor had he wanted to. He had never bothered himself with questions of how his first kiss would feel like, if he'd be able to do it correctly.

And right now, with his lips moving in sync with Yamamoto's, while the other's tongue explored his mouth as if memorizing its every crevice, while a pair of strong arms embraced him so warmly he felt he'd melt, while his hands clutched the fabric of the other's shirt, none of those doubts seemed to cloud his mind.

"I vow to protect you and make you happy, and love you for the rest of my life"

Blushing so much he felt dizzy, he rested his forehead against Yamamoto's shoulder, allowing himself to breath in his scent.

"Who's that?"

The group of girls crowding around him turned their heads to the other crowd in the classroom. As them, they were squeaking and giggling over the guy Gokudera had pointed at.

"He's Yamamoto Takeshi, the star of the baseball club"

Star? So the kid who he had seen debuting in that match all those years ago had made it that far. He remembered smiling at him just before that home run; he thought he had been the one to give the kid the courage he needed. Gokudera wondered if he still remembered him…

Yamamoto cracked a joke, making the girls surrounding him blush.

He felt a small painful prodding in his chest. Probably not.

"H-Hey, Gokudera-kun"

Tsuna shyly called his from the other side of the classroom. He promptly ignored his fan club and reached his friend.

"Good morning, Tsuna!" he beamed.

"Morning" the other answered. "Gokudera-kun… do you remember that guy over there?" he asked, pointing at Yamamoto.

"Hn, no, what about him?"

"He was playing in that match we saw once, do you remember? The first time you came to Japan" Tsuna said. "He scored a home run… you talked about him for days before returning home!"

"Erm… no, sorry" he said, seemingly uninterested.

"Hey, Tsuna!"

The raven had managed to get rid of his crowd, and was now approaching them. The girls were waving at him and were still giggling. Gokudera frowned.

The raven stopped when he saw him, and his expression changed, as if he was surprised. But then it turned into a ten-million-grand smile, so bright even the girls at the back could see it.

"Um, hey… you must be new around here. What's your name?"

So he hits on guys, too? Gokudera found himself thinking.

"…None of your business!"

Yamamoto tightened his hold around him, burying his face in his silver locks, as if reassuring him. And Gokudera held him, too, kissing his lips once, twice, three times, as he let one lonely tear roll down his face.

"Hah! I knew it'd work!"

"G-Giotto! Keep your voice down!"

Hibari suppressed a growl, as he tried to remind Tsuna of his existence by holding his waist tighter. Sadly, the brunette had eyes only for the two herbivores – who were breaking the rules by showing their affection in a public place, by the way.

Giotto was jumping in his hiding place behind a lapidary –Tsuna kind of almost fainted when they entered the cemetery –holding Alaude's hand. G rolled his eyes.

"Why the fuck did you call me anyways, Giotto? To see my little brother making out with another guy?" he said bitterly.

"Aren't you kind of proud of them?" Asari answered, trying to hold his boyfriend's hand, but retreating when the other attempted to bite him.

"Whatever… Reborn, what the hell are you doing with that camera?"

Reborn, with a dazzled Bianchi latched onto his arm, just smirked.

"Research"

"Pervert"

Omake

"I honestly fail to see the use of it" he said, bored. Tsuna only smiled at him, softly kissing his cheek.

"I don't really use it for anything. It's just to pass time. Sometimes, you can find really interesting things!" he explained. "Here, let me show you"

He sat on Hibari's lap in front of the computer. He typed the address on the browser, and clicked the first result: YouTube, Broadcast yourself. The page showed itself, and Tsuna typed in the name of the video: Nami-chuu's cultural festival. This picked the prefect's interest. Tsuna clicked again on the first result, and let the video load for a few seconds before he hit "play".

It was a video taken with a cellphone camera. It showed various images of the different stands and attractions the students had made, and at the bottom of the screen, subtitles explained how they were made. Hibari suppressed a smirk, Tsuna noticed, when the cameraman showed some members of the Disciplinary Committee patrolling.

When the video ended, and seeing Hibari was still interested, Tsuna took a look at the suggestions.

Nami-chuu's cultural festival 2009

Namimori's summer festival 2012

Nami-chuu's Disciplinary Committee in action!

Nami-chuu's Disciplinary Committee Chairman – New Year's Party

"Hey, what's that?" Hibari asked, pointing at the last link. Shrugging, Tsuna clicked, and waited until the video, quite short, loaded. He hit play… and wished, at that very moment, earth would swallow him.

"Nngh… ah…"

There, on the screen, Hibari-san and he were having the hottest make-out session on YouTube.

"What… the…"

Hibari was holding him tightly by the waist, eyes closed, why he had his arms wrapped around his neck. Snow was falling, and it melted as soon as it touched their heated skin. Hibari's mouth travelled from his lips, to his neck, to his earlobe, sucking slightly, making a rather… exciting sound. Tsuna's hands clasped Hibari's coat tighter, moaning louder as a cold hand sneaked under his shirt…

"What is this!?"

Tsuna felt his nerve twitching, his hold on the mouse tightening. He looked behind him, to see Hibari-san… displaying mayor nosebleed.

"Hibari-san!" he exclaimed, scandalized. "What are you thinking about at a time like this?! This video has twenty thousand views!"

Hibari, wiping the blood away, closed his laptop shut. With a swipe of his arm, he cleaned his desk of all paperwork and the vase Kusakabe had made for him, and, as gently as his urgency allowed him, laid Tsuna on top of it.

"It somehow turns me on" he said, his voice a little hoarse. Before the brunet could protest, he bit down his tender lips, as his hands wandered down the other's shirt, eliciting a soft moan.

"Reborn will…! Mhh… Pay…! ohh"

"…and why didn't you tell me I was the kid you saw?" he asked grumpily as he scrolled down his Facebook wall.

"I thought you didn't remember me" Yamamoto admitted, his voice muffled by Gokudera's shoulder. He was glad his silverette –yes, his silverette –was in a good mood that day. It wasn't often that Gokudera would allow himself to let his guard down and allow Yamamoto to pull him into his lap and snuggle in front of the fireplace.

"Hn, whatever, guess it doesn't matter now…" Gokudera shrugged, not even pulling away when Yamamoto kissed his cheek.

While he was deleting friend requests from people he didn't now, a popping sound announced him he had a message. It was from Reborn-san, Tsuna's ex-tutor.

He clicked the name, curious, to see it was a link to YouTube. He clicked again, opening a new tab, and waited for the video to load. At first it showed a snowy cemetery, so he guessed it was one of those chain videos where the face of the girl in The Exorcist would appear in the least expected moment, until…

"Mmhh!"

The sound alerted Yamamoto too, who looked up from his shoulder.

The video showed both of them in the cemetery… making out like there was no tomorrow.

"Holy… shit…"

One of Yamamoto's muscled arms was wrapped around his waist, while the other held him by the nape. Gokudera himself was holding onto Yamamoto's shirt, a heavy blush covering his cheeks and ears, while Yamamoto's tongue mapped his mouth.

"Mhh… nnhh… ahh!"

Was it him making all those sounds!?

He slowly turned around, his nerve twitching.

"Yamamoto… did you uploaded this to YouTube?" he asked slowly.

"No…" the other responded with such a blank expression on his face Gokudera would have been worried hadn't he been busy seeing the twenty thousand views and the fifteen thousand likes the video had…

Until he felt a hot breath over his ear.

"But… you know…it kind of turns me on" Yamamoto whispered, trailing hot wet kisses down his neck. Gokudera shivered, feeling Yamamoto's hand sneak under his shirt and wander around his torso.

"Y-You idiot! Everyone… ahh… saw this crap!" he tried to protest, but all thoughts abandoned him as his raven pushed him down onto the floor, taking his breath away.

"Are you sure this was a good idea?" Giotto asked. Reborn just smirked, looking at the screen Alaude was currently glued to.

"They'll thank me later"

The end.