Yeah, well I'm not gonna make up any excuses. I'm really sorry for posting it so late but I had my reasons (parents don't like bad grades). That should be it.

Please enjoy

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"Alone or with some help?"

"Huh?" … 'Brilliant answer'

"Alone or with some help?" Gokudera asked gruffly with an annoyed twitch to his eyebrow. His only answer was the blank idiotic naïve grin that Yamamoto always wore when he didn't think the circumstances needed anything more serious.

"Are you finally going to leave me alone or do you need some help with my dynamites stuffed somewhere not-so-pleasant?"

"Oh." Yamamoto's grin faltered a little, knowing that in the mood that he was now, Gokudera wouldn't hesitate to go through with the threat. "Well, I thought that I will check up on you, if you didn't drown in the amount of work you have piled up in here." Add the idiotic grin in full-force.

"Are you implying that I'm not able to do my work?!"

'That wasn't the wanted outcome.'

"Of course not, I actually admire how your work is always so flawless, but now you are doing at least the double or even triple the normal so I was worried, 'is all." 'Smooth' Yamamoto noted with some self-satisfaction as the Storm's cheeks flushed a little, still not knowing how to react to such praise other then from 'his beloved' Tenth. Then, he would go all sparkly and happy and all and let's just say that it was unnatural.

"Shut up! It's not like there is anyone beside me who could do it." 'Ah, so true', Yamamoto noted but his attention quickly returned to the man sitting behind the big table full of documents. "Besides, it's the only way I can help."

'Ah.'

There it was. The new-founded feeling of uselessness that Gokudera liked to indulge for the past week and no amount of persuasion and facts that were sometimes too logical even for him to be surprised that he was able to think that up, would make him change his mind.

And so the days of this hellish week rolled by and Yamamoto tried with all his mind not to show how tired he was from everything, because if even he wouldn't be able to hold up the cheery mood, or as cheery as it could be with their boss and best friend in hospital could get, then the whole Vongola was doomed into endless depression.

He was happy to note that the mansion seemed to be sparkling of its own, all of the men here happy that their boss was finally alright.

Slowly, his thoughts brought him back to the present, where Gokudera was getting more and more depressed as the time went on. But his head snapped up at the sound of unexpected heavy sigh that Yamamoto let out while standing up and his narrowed eyes watched him like hawk's when he walked over the table. He stopped by the soft chair that Gokudera was sitting in and slowly, all the while not breaking the eye contact, turned the chair so its occupant was looking up at him with one brow raised, slight curiosity, suspicion and irritation, clear on his face.

"Why don't you just finally stop?" there wasn't any smile, anything light in the manner of his speech. They were just staring at each other, Yamamoto trying to convey just how serious he was about this, and Gokudera trying to quickly decide whether he should snap at him or ignore him completely.

He decided for the former.

"Why do you care?!"

"Don't ask me stupid thinks like that." Yamamoto hissed and he took some twisted satisfaction at the way Gokudera flinched back from his harsh tone. "You know why! I think I make my reason perfectly clear every time in bed or times when we finally have some private moments don't you agree?" he said it with grin on his face but his eyes were still staring down at the other man, who's face was flushed but an angry scowl made its way back on it too.

With a whispered 'Shut up' Gokudera stood from his chair, brushed past the taller man and made his way toward the cabinet where he kept some alcohol. But before he could make himself something there was large hand around his shoulders and a mouth on his ear, making him involuntarily shiver.

"Do you want to know why I came here tonight?" Yamamoto whispered into the ear that was slowly turning pink but didn't stop and wait for an answer. "I came here with hope that I'll pull you from your work a make you relax, which both of us could enjoy of course." Gokudera couldn't help the small moan that escaped him when one large hand slowly, torturously slowly slid over the front of his the pants, the all too familiar pressure on his skin making his stomach tighten. Before he could yell, the mouth that was previously nibbling on his ear moved to his parted lips and a slick tongue entered his mouth.

"You know I asked you to stop killing yourself." Yamamoto whispered when he pulled back after few seconds and it took a while for Gokudera to realize what he was talking about.

"And I told you that I'm not gonna stop smoking just because of you, idiot!"

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The flex of Gokudera's muscles was something, that Yamamoto always enjoyed watching. As a hardcore sportsman and someone who danced with a sword in his hand everyday, it was only natural. He could see the amount of training in the flesh under the creamy white skin, the strength hidden behind the lithe physique build up by the years of hard life and the numerous fights that the Italian endured, and Yamamoto's eyes darted and studied with intensity that some would say impossible for the carefree young man.

It was the flexibility that aroused the taller man, the feel of straining muscle against his shoulder when he placed one of Gokudera's slender legs on it and the other was pushed into soft cushions, parallel to his hips.

It was something that was able to drive him over the edge just as easily as the tight heat around his cock when he drove deep into the Storm guardian or the feel of the slick tongue sliding around his hard flesh or the sensation when Gokudera ran his teet-

'… Bad thoughts.'

"I hope you're not thinking something perverted or I will hurt you, you idiot." Gokudera's growl didn't help the matter as much as the shorter man was hoping.

"Ha-ha, What are you talking about, Hayato?" Yamamoto said, praying that his husky voice would go unnoticed.

No such luck happened.

Gokudera glared at him for a while longer but then with some grumbled insult went back to battling the thing that could have been called dinner if he didn't poke it that much.

Yamamoto carefully, so Gokudera didn't see, send the chef an apologetic grin when he saw the disapproving frown the man wore. There were only few people who could stay angry with the cheery guardian for a longer time, and apparently, the chef wasn't one of them.

The cook, who's name the Yamamoto didn't even knew, sighed shook his head and went back to the kitchen that was still at least half-full with loud men making meals worth exclusive restaurants. Waiting for at least a moment and making sure that they were left alone Yamamoto then turned around, and watched the other guardian.

"What are you staring at?" Gokudera snapped angrily, while he scowled at him without turning his head at him.

"You."

Gokudera obviously didn't expect such a blunt answer as he blinked at the taller man. Then his cheeks colored again and he returned to scowling at his food. And Yamamoto was again glad that he knew him so much.

Gokudera was feeling pleased even if he would take this to his own grave.

"Are you going back to office?" Yamamoto asked, after a long slightly uncomfortable silence, where Gokudera seemed to finish his eating/poking the dinner.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the other man glance at him, could see the eyes searching his own face, could see them looking for something.

And only seconds later, the Storm Guardian stood up, grabbed his glass and downed it in one gulp. Then he turned around and pulled out another cigarette and lighted it.

"No." he said after breathing out the smoke.

Yamamoto blinked, surprised by the sudden capitulation. But when he noticed the slight blush on the Italian's cheeks, his lips pulled into a small content smile.

Looks like there's still a chance for that relaxing.

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He should have known that the day that started so nicely will go bad. Really bad. It was the most primitive law of humans that not a single good thing will last. And how true it was.

"Mukuro-sama…"

"What is it my dear Chrome?" Mukuro turned his face toward his 'little sister' and put a gentle smile on his lips trying to cover up his dark thoughts. By the ever deepening frown on Chrome's sweet face it wasn't really working and he didn't fool her with his nonchalance.

"Don't worry about it." He said with a small chuckle, noting that it sounded way more distraught than he would have liked, and offered her his hand. When she sighed in defeat and chose to not to push him and took his outstretched hand, he pulled her to him so she was sitting next to him on the nice sofa and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"You know that you can tell me anything, right? I'll be glad to help you." Her soft murmur maid his heart swell with affection while he gripped her hand more tightly.

"Kufufu, Of course I know." Mukuro whispered and kissed the top of her head lightly. "Of course, I know…"

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Truth to be said, Mukuro hadn't been expecting to see Tsunayoshi during the breakfast next morning, considering the events of last evening. But as it was becoming more and more frequent, the little Vongola was full of surprises. So when the smaller man gave him a knowing smile and a soft greeting while entering the dining room, his amused smirk wasn't as cynical as it normally would be.

"Why so early?" he asked. And Mukuro was at least a little curious as to why the mafia boss was up only shortly after 7 o'clock when he should be still resting because of the injury.

"Reborn." Tsuna said with a badly covered wince and quickly looked around as if he was expecting the cursed baby to pop out of nowhere and dish out his new punishment. And on a second thought, it was highly possible.

They were alone, since the room was designed specially for the owners of Vongola rings. The room was nice even if there was only one big wooden table and comfortable chairs, with wide windows overlooking the green gardens.

Tsuna made his way over to Mukuro, who was already seated and was preparing to dig in to the breakfast and sat down next to him. Only moments later, the main chef personally waltzed into the room, the meal looking as perfect as usual. Tsuna, being the gentle soul that he is, thanked him and smiled every move polite and pleasant.

Mukuro didn't even to bother to nod at him. In the end; the chef was only doing his work.

Well, the mist guardian had to acknowledge, that this breakfast were the best in a long while. No matter that his already pained heart got broken, even if it was unintentional, his soul finally got a little rest and basked in the light sound of the laughter that sounded only small distance from his ear.

And now, Rokudo Mukuro found himself forgetting about the jealousy that had been eating at him slowly but surely in his dreams last night and he felt himself wishing only the best of luck to the purest Mafioso that you could find in the whole world.

It was already near eight when he finally stood up from the table.

"For once, I'll be a little sincere and tell you something." Mukuro said, his tone light but not-joking. Tsuna, putting his still half full cup on the table, looked up with his eyes curious. It wasn't a daily occurrence for him, that the tall Italian was being at least half serious. "I'm pleasantly surprised from the lack of sulking, since even I'm prone to thing like that. I hope we can have another morning like this...

… My cute Tsunayoshi-kun." He ended it with giving the boss forehead a rather sloppy kiss, one of his chuckles and departed together with a small wave.

"Mukuro!"

Already in the hall, he turned around to see one furiously red face with a hand over forehead, which seemed to be wiping something away.

"Well, now I just have to say, …" for a bystander, it would feel like he hadn't hesitated, but merely spoke the first half to the room and second into the hall. But from the corner of his eye, he could see Tsuna blink at him as he turned away, "… that I didn't think I would see you in this pleasant morning, my dear Kyoya. Kufufu.", and immediately stiffening after he heard the name.

Kyoya, it seemed hadn't registered him before as he was talking to the other person that was with him, Mukuro identified him as Kusakabe. But when he did, the usual boring expression turned a little annoyed.

"Now, please, what did I do to you to deserve such a expression this early in the day?" the mist guardian knew all too well, that the problem laid in the first battle that they had, but the blood-thirsty man was so amusing when riled up. One just had to know how to defend.

"Don't speak to me, mind-whore." Mukuro merely raised one amused eyebrow. 'Mind-whore? That's certainly new.'

"Despite the lack of speaking, you have a colorful scale of insults for me, dearest Cloud." He said and took the last steps to the wall and leaned his back on it, his body fully facing the doors to the room. He could see Tsunayoshi had stood up silently and now was standing in between the table and the wide open doors, but still staying invisible for anyone but him.

He couldn't help but smirk at the nervous look on the boss face.

Now, as his eyes flickered back to Hibari who hadn't faltered his steps and was now mere 5 meters from the door, he could see the Cloud's pose was different. Not as relaxed and commanding as usual. It could be even said that he was on edge.

'And now the fun begins.' But his fun was stopped even before it began, as he could see Tsuna shake his head violently, obviously not happy with the smirk on his guardian's face. Normally, he would have gracefully ignored it, but something about the shorter man's expression made him do like he was told.

So he just continued to watch. Hibari was already between him and the door, still glaring at him, so he didn't saw the other man in the dining room. Kusakabe was one step behind his boss, looking little nervous as his gaze flickered between the two guardians. Nobody could really blame him for it.

"Good morning Kyoya."

The silence that had fell on the hall was interrupted only seconds later by Mukuro's little chuckle. Looks like, it really was good to listen to Tsunayoshi once in a while.

Hibari, in the meantime haven't tried to twist his neck as quickly as Kusakabe did, but he now too was staring at the Vongola boss silently.

Mukuro watched his face as vulture, looking for something that would show him what the guardian was thinking.

Tsuna just looked at Hibari, obviously on edge while waiting what the older man would do.

No body moved or said something.

Tumbleweed could have run by and nobody would have taken notice of it.

The silence was suddenly broken by a loud and energetic laughter and Mukuro inwardly sighed as he watched Tsuna jump a little. He couldn't really blame Hibari for his twitching brow.

It took Ryohei full ten seconds before he made his appearance in the hall all of them were standing and his face broke into another enormous grin when he spotted tsuna there too.

"Glad to see you up and kicking, Tsuna!" he said while made his way towards them, not bothering to even acknowledge the glare he was receiving from Hibari.

"I'm glad to be 'up and kicking' too." Tsuna answered with small grin when Ryohei put his hand around his smaller shoulders.

"Why are you standing here, in the hall? You should eat and rest and all things doctor said that I don't remember." Mukuro silently marveled at how it was so easy for him to admit his lack of memory about something important.

"I already ate and reborn thought that my injury-", tsuna was saying but was suddenly cut off by Ryohei.

"Perfect." The low volume and surpsing seriousness made Mukuro and Tsuna both blink.

"I ate too. You know the little place down in the city right?" at Tsuna's blank look he elaborated with an sigh. "You know, the one with the blond waitress with body someone would even kill for. Irene." He smiled crookedly while he stared of through the near by window.

Tsuna, when everything finally fell into its place cleared his throat and pursed his lips. It seemed to bring the boxer back into reality.

"Did you spend the night?"

The boxer looked a little sheepish for moment there but he recovered soon enough and began dragging surprised Tsuna off.

"I needed someone to console me, and now …" At the smaller man's inquiring look he continued. "We need to talk."

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Ending it here because the plot had taken a route that hes unforeseen when I started to write the first chapter of this story that means, that the next chapter will probably be updated in far future …. But I'll try my best.

Please review … Maybe you'll even give me inspiration ^_^