Well, this is another fanfic that I made from my Livejournal Account

Naturalism is the literary movement evident in the fic.

Hope you enjoyed it.

October 12, XX59 ----- 19:00 hours - Gokudera's house

Gokudera opened the door to his bedroom and entered inside. He then pressed the light switch that was located beside the doorway to turn on the lights inside. When the light illuminated the room, he saw that nothing had changed; the cabinets, the lampshade, the pillows, the bed. All of these things were still in its position since he left it. Without further adieu, he lie down in his bed and hugged his pillow.

Gokudera meticulously stared at the white walls of his bedroom. He realized that since he left it two months ago, nothing had changed. The ghost white walls were still the same white walls that he knew; clean and smudge-free. Then, he roamed his eyes around the room, still seeing the same ghost white walls. He was so bored with its whiteness that he wished to see something other than white.

He wished that he would saw other color in the wall, red, green, purple, orange, blue... especially blue.

He just closed his eyes and he saw black.

Two months ago (August 12, XX59) - 17:00 hours - Gokudera's house

The sound of the buzzer broke his established chain of thought about the issue. He got up fast and opened the door just to see a pissed-off Yamamoto holding up a letter,

"What's the meaning of this, Gokudera?"

He stole the letter from Yamamoto with his left hand and faced it towards the Japanese, "Don't you understand what is written, idiot?" and slowly, he read the content of the letter while his right forefinger was slowly moving towards the words, "I'm ending our relationship."

"Why? Did I do anything wrong?"

Gokudera sensed that tears was now forming from Yamamoto's eyes, but he stayed strong, "No. I just want to end this boyfriend-shit thing between us."

"If there's no reason, then why?" and finally, tears fell from Yamamoto's cheerful eyes.

Gokudera took a deep breath and replied,

"You! You are my problem! Don't you understand? Because of you, no one ever appreciated me! Because of you, I couldn't be the best and most of all, because of you," and he shouted "I COULDN'T BE THE TENTH'S RIGHT HAND MAN!"

Yamamoto was shocked from what he had heard from the Italian. "Gokudera, I don't want to be Tsuna's right-hand man! I just want to protect him and love you! Go get that damn position if you wanted to, but please, please Gokudera… don't end this." In an instant, he pulled Gokudera and hugged him.

Gokudera desperately freed himself from the other man's hug. Yamamoto was still in shock on what Gokudera did.

"What part of 'I don't want you anymore!' can't you comprehend?"

"Everything!"

"Then understand this, idiot!" He stepped back and banged the door forcefully.

The baseball player stopped the door using his right hand. Afterwards, he grabbed Gokudera's shirt and slammed him into the wall. He stared at Gokudera angrily and controlling himself in all possible ways, he said,

"Is it this easy for you to end our relationship, huh, Gokudera? Is it this easy for you to end our 9 months of relationship?"

"Fuckin' yes! any problem?"

His tears flowed again from his black eyes. Then, he continued with a controlled voice, "Tell me, did you ever value our relationship?"

Gokudera now assumed that the baseball freak was starting to lose his patience, which he saw as a good thing. Now, all he needed was to further add fuel to the man's rage to make him erupt.

"Our relationship," he started, "was just a pastime to kill time. Do you really expect that I would have feelings for a naive, simplistic freak like you? You wish! I just used you. Good thing you have a large cock to satisfy me. You're useless without your cock!"

"So you just like me because of sex?" His stare deepened, showing the anger that he was holding at bay started to overflow.

"Hell, yeah! Did your pea-sized brain really assume I love you? Dream on, jerkass! I just needed something to do while waiting mission from the boss or from Reborn-san. Didn't you enjoy it as well?"

Yamamoto fell silent; his glare was still focused on Gokudera but his hand let go of the shorter boy's shirt. Gokudera knew that he was about to snap, so he finally delivered the finishing blow.

"Why silent?" and he stole a glance at Yamamoto's bulging erection from his pants. He let out a sarcastic smile, "Guess I'm right about what I said."

Yamamoto was still silent, unreactive.

"Hey, want me to give you a blowjob? Or should I ride on your cock? Well, since that cock was the only useful part of yours, I should bid goodbye to it in a good way," and pulled Yamamoto towards his room by the arm.

Yamamoto swayed away his hand from Gokudera's grasp. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled Gokudera's arm towards him. Gokudera did not resist, knowing that Yamamoto had snapped and he had no chance of getting out of it.

"Gokudera, this is the last time that I'll let you humiliate me! This is also the last time that you'll see this Yamamoto crazy over you."

"Really?"

He cupped the silver haired man's face and lifted it in full strength, "The next time we meet, I won't be the same idiotic guy that would give everything for you. The next time we meet, I will never be the same Rain Guardian that would give up his life for an ungrateful scum like you. And the next time we meet, I'll make you experience every bit of pain that I feel right now!"

He dropped the boy in the floor and head towards the door. Before he left, he smiled coldly and uttered in a cold voice,

"Fuck you, Gokudera Hayato."

The door closed with a bang. Gokudera let out a sigh of relief. He was happy that this ended much more peaceful than expected. However, his sight of the recently closed door started to become wobbly, and then watery. He rubbed his eyes, feeling a little moisture that that damped his skin.

After several minutes, when he was sure Yamamoto would not attack him from the back, he stood up from the floor. He entered the bedroom and then went out with a backpack. He went to the kitchen and turned off the circuit breaker, which was located at the kitchen. Then, he walked slowly towards the door outside his house (well, apartment to be exact). He opened the door and immediately saw the setting sun which was in front of him. He looked at his house for the last time before closing it and putting a lock.

Now, he was ready to be the right-hand man of Vongola Decimo.

October 12, XX59 ----- 19:22 hours - Gokudera's house

He got his cell phone from his pocket and with strength, he dialed Yamamoto's number. After a few rings, his courage left him and he pressed the red button. He could not face Yamamoto nor could talk to him after what he did. Maybe he'll be able to face him, but not now. Not now, when the Yamamoto's last words rang inside his mind like a requiem bell.

October 12, XX59 ----- 19:27 hours - Yamamoto's house

Yamamoto just got out of the shower with a piece of towel covering his private part. Water dripped from his hair and a wide smile was prominent on his face. He was whistling a happy tune when someone gave him a half-full carton of low-fat milk. He gladly accepted it and drank it straight.

While he was drinking, the same person who gave him milk reached for Yamamoto's cell phone on the drawer that rang a while ago. That person's face suddenly turned blue when a familiar number was registered in the missed calls log. Yamamoto noticed the sudden change in the person's face which made him a little worried.

After putting the cell phone back on the drawer, the person went behind Yamamoto and hugged him tightly. The person's hands moved around his body, brushing the baseball player's well-sculpted abdomen and chest. Afterwards, those hands removed the towel that was covering Yamamoto's hard cock, earning a chuckle from the taller man.

Yamamoto threw the empty milk carton and it landed on the thrown towel. He held the person's hands and released himself from the hug. He turned around, put his arms around the person and kissed that person in the lips. After the kiss, the baseball player remarked,

"Are you jealous of him?"

"No. You know that I trust and love you so much," the person whispered.

"Could you show me that trust and love?"

Yamamoto sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs wide. His partner bowed down and kissed Yamamoto shortly, then knelt in front of him and started taking the taller man's erected cock in its mouth.

Meanwhile, when the bedroom started echoing soft moans of pleasure from the couple, a familiar song was played from the restaurant downstairs. The lyrics of the song started to mix with litanies of pleasure produced by the couple.

But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all

"Yamamoto, do you love me?"

And Yamamoto just sealed the question with a deep kiss.

Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all

After the kiss, their lips parted from the other, only to be connected by the saliva strings. Yamamoto licked the other person's lips and answered the hanging question with eyes mixed with both lust and love,

"I love you." and smiled when the person below him blushed,

"I love you too, Yamamoto," and pulled the baseball player to another mind-blowing kiss.

Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all

end of Part 1

Finished with the fic.....

just watch out for the next installment which will take sometime for I'll be doing a new fanfic for the KHRfest in LJ....

hope you enjoyed my fic...

comments, whether positive or negative, are welcome...

Arcbound Illusionist

P.S.

I'm quite new here so can I ask on how could I talk to a beta reader. But then, I might doubt if betas like 8027...