Dino sighed, bored. The airport was filled with life what with the number of people bustling about as usual; a sight that he was extremely used to since he travelled a lot. After looking at people walk around for about ten minutes, Dino checked his watch.

When were they going to let them board the plane? He was bored and he was tired of waiting. And his companion was not making things any better either. The man had been talking on his cell phone with his sister for quite some time now. Why their conversation had been going on for awhile now when he always claimed that he hated his sister, Dino did not know.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I told you already. I'm going to be away for a week, Bianchi." The silver-haired man rolled his eyes, annoyed. "You don't need to fuss. I'm not a kid anymore..."

Dino tapped his foot on the ground impatiently. He was tempted to yank the cell phone out of his hands.

"You know what it's for! And I'm going there with Dino..."

But if he yanked the cell phone out of his hands, Dino would never hear the end of it.

"Yes, THAT Dino. Dino Cavallone..."

Come on. Get off of the phone and talk to me! I'm so bored, Dino screamed in his mind.

"It's at Namimori. Where I used to study-"

"All passengers who are going to Namimori, Japan, please board the plane-"

Oh, screw it. He was going to do it anyway.

"Yes, THAT place..."

"Yoink!" Dino said, pulling the cell phone out of the man's grasp easily.

The man blinked, looked at his now empty hand, and then looked at Dino in surprise. A look that was not unlike a scowl formed on his handsome face. "The hell was that for?" he demanded.

Dino grinned, not intimidated by the other in the least. This action only served to further irritate his companion. "No more talking. Time for us to board the plane, Gokudera," he said playfully.

"Che. I know that," Gokudera Hayato grumbled, bending down to pick up his suitcase. "I'm not an idiot."

Once inside the airplane, Gokudera made himself comfortable in his seat. Having done that, he closed his eyes, heaving out a deep breath. Well, this was it. It was time for him to go back to the place that he considered as home; the place that he had lived at for most of his life before he moved to Italy, the place that he was born.

He looked out of the window and saw that they were still on the ground, and somehow, that made him feel better. He clenched his hand into a fist. Though the stewardesses were nice enough and made sure that all of the passengers were comfortable, he still felt nervous. It was at times with this that he was tempted to light a cigarette. His hand itched to reach into his pocket where he knew he kept a box of it.

Noticing Gokudera's sudden change in behaviour, Dino nudged him in the arm.

"Yo," he said. "Are you alright?"

The worried look on Gokudera's face lingered for a second or two before it was replaced with his usual scowl. He crossed his arms across his chest. "Of course I'm alright. What do you think?" Gokudera sneered.

Dino laughed, then shook his head. He should have known.

"Of course." He smiled. "Since you're alright, take a look at this." He handed the silver-haired man the newspaper that he had been reading. "There's an article in there that you might be interested in."

Gokudera furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What is it?"

"You'll see." Dino leaned back in his seat, placing his hands at the back of his head.

Irritated, Gokudera opened the newspaper. Junk, junk, junk, he thought, as he turned page after page. Some crap about a woman wanting to sue her husband for cheating on her, some crap about people fighting over pointless things, some advertising crap, some crap about famous people that he did not particularly care about, some more crap and... he found it. Gokudera stopped at the page where there was an article that took up a fourth of it, staring at it.

"Famous Writer Visits Japan"; that was what the title read. And right below the title was a picture of several books.

Gokudera could not help smiling slightly upon seeing that.

"Famous writer, G. Archery, who has written several popular books which have recently been translated to Japanese will be making a special visit to Japan for a book signing to promote the release of his translated works..." Gokudera read out loud. "He will tour around Japan and his first stop is Namimori. This is the first time he is going to make a public appearance, choosing to write under the cloak of anonymity before this. Mr. Archery's works are usually about the supernatural. However, his latest work..."

The article went on to talk about the author's latest book, where and when the book signing would be held, what the author's most popular works were and so on. A small sense of pride bubbled within Gokudera as he read the article. Heh. He closed the newspaper. Not bad, if he said so himself.

Dino smiled at him lazily. "They're all looking forward to your arrival."

He shrugged. "I suppose."

"This is a great achievement, and you know it, Gokudera." Dino yawned. "Damn, I think I'm going to get me some shut-eye before we get there. Wake me up when the food comes, 'kay?"

"Heh."

"To all passengers, you are advised to fasten your seatbelts. We are taking off for Namimori, Japan right now..."

Gokudera looked out of the window, watching as they got further and further away from the airport and as they picked up speed, took off from the ground, leaving his country of birth. Soon, they were up in the clouds and Italy was left far behind, looking very much like it does on maps. Well, then. There was no turning back now. He sat back in his seat, taking in several breaths to still his nerves. It had been a long time since he went back. He had never gone back since he moved to Italy. He just hoped that nothing would go wrong.

Gokudera Hayato was going home. He was going back to Namimori.

Yamamoto took in a deep breath of fresh air and instantly smiled, his eyes bright. This. This was great. Since he was so busy with his job lately, it had been awhile since he visited his hometown. How long had it been? One month... two?

Sleepy Namimori looked the same as ever and he was glad for it. When he saw the little coffee shop down the road, he remembered the times he used to hang out with his friends there after school. When he saw the batting cage, he remembered the times he used to practice batting. Why, when he passed by the arcade, he remembered the times he would fool around with the games there with his best friend.

All of these memories... Everything he saw reminded him of a memory. Some good... His smile fell slightly. And some bad.

Trying to push the thoughts out of his mind, he glanced at his watch. It looked like he was running a little late.

The flight to Namimori was a pleasant one. Sure, there was the occasional turbulence, but that was to be expected, right? Though the turbulences were not that bad, just small ones, that did not stop a certain blonde from grabbing at Gokudera's thigh instinctively from fright before squeezing it. Hard. Needless to say, Gokudera remedied the situation by hitting Dino in the head. Even harder.

The moment they arrived in the airport at Namimori, Dino was ecstatic.

"And... We're here! Sweet, old Namimori!" Dino said happily, stretching his arms above his head as he did so. "Aren't you happy, Gokudera?"

Gokudera cast green eyes over at him. "Stop being so embarrassing," he said bluntly.

"Now that's just mean, Haya-chan," Dino said playfully, purposely calling Gokudera by that accursed nickname to annoy him. He slung his arm around the shorter male's shoulders, pulling him closer. "You shouldn't talk like that to the person who arranged for all of this to happen. I'm your manager."

A vein throbbed in Gokudera's temple upon hearing that nickname. He glared at the too-happy blonde. "That is exactly why I should talk to you like that. I've told you many times already; I don't even want to be here."

"Now, now, you don't mean that," Dino said, making the scowl on Gokudera's face deepen. "This is a great opportunity and you know it."

"Hmph."

"Uwaa... So cold. Are you still mad about just now? I told you that I was sorry. I didn't mean to grab at your-"

"I'm always mad at you, so keep quiet, will you?"

Gokudera turned his face away, making Dino chuckle. He had known Gokudera long enough to know whether he was angry or not, to know what he was thinking. And he knew that Gokudera really did not want to be here. The blonde sighed.

"Come on," he said, leading the man towards the entrance. "We need to get to the hotel where I booked rooms for us. The taxi I asked for should be around somewhere..."

While the blonde searched for their taxi, Gokudera pulled his suitcase along behind him, ignoring the strange looks that he had been receiving ever since he got there due to his... unique hair colour. Well, so far, so good. He did not see anyone familiar here yet. But just in case... He put on a pair of sunglasses to obscure his looks. He did not feel like meeting anyone at the moment.

Tsuna was at home, waiting anxiously for his friend to arrive. The brown-haired man sighed as he lay down on the couch, rereading the advertisement that he had printed out for the umpteenth time. The words "Reunion of Class 2002" were splashed at the top in awfully bright colours and there were cartoon drawings of odd-looking creatures decorating the advertisement; no doubt the work of Haru.

The reunion... Tsuna folded the paper and put it on the table.

He was looking forward to it. A smile made its way to his face. It had been ages since he met any of his friends from back then, though he did meet up with a few of them occasionally. Keeping in touch and meeting up were not easy when they all had chosen different paths right after they graduated from high school.

He wondered how they were doing. Haru, Ryohei, Hibari, Mukuro, Gokudera, Kyoko... Were they doing well? Did they manage to achieve their dreams? In the very least, he knew that Yamamoto Takeshi had managed to achieve exactly what he wanted; to be a baseball player. Better than that, he was a famous one. But that came to no surprise to Tsuna since he had always expected Yamamoto to make it big in baseball due to his incomparable talent. It was perfectly normal to see Yamamoto making the headlines in the sports section of every news media there is or for him to appear in commercials.

Yamamoto was so famous, that it was no wonder that he kept a low profile when it came to his visits to Namimori.

As for Gokudera... Tsuna frowned.

He had absolutely no idea what that guy did nor did Yamamoto even though the three of them were absolutely inseparable back in high school. He rarely spoke to Gokudera now and when he did, Gokudera would always change the subject should Tsuna ever ask about his job. Yamamoto's situation with Gokudera was not any better. If anything, it was worse. Yamamoto had not heard from Gokudera since the Italian graduated from university and moved away. And this was strange since those two were always together. Tsuna sighed.

Well... Whatever that Gokudera is doing, I'm sure that he is doing great.

Hopefully, with the reunion coming up, he, Yamamoto and Gokudera would be able to hang out again. Just like old times. If Gokudera was even go show up, that is. Everyone was invited so Gokudera must know about this.

Tsuna looked up at the clock that hung on the wall. His friend sure was late. He should have been here by now. Perhaps he was caught in a traffic jam?

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

"Ah, that must be him!" Tsuna exclaimed, standing up then hurrying towards the door. "Coming!"

And sure enough, when he opened the door, there stood one of his oldest friends, looking the same as he did the last time Tsuna saw him. With him, he carried a small suitcase. He grinned at Tsuna.

"Yo, Tsuna! How are you?" Yamamoto Takeshi said cheerfully.

Gokudera had been strangely silent since they arrived here in Namimori. So silent that Dino could not help looking back at him now and again. The only sounds that could be heard were the sound of the purring of the taxi's engine, the sound of the soft patter of rain, and the sound of water splashing whenever the car drove over a puddle.

Gokudera was looking out of the window, an almost faraway look on his face. He was completely immersed in his thoughts. In an attempt to get the man to lighten up a little, Dino nudged him in the elbow, pulling him back to Earth.

"Hey, Gokudera," Dino said. "We're passing by your old school right now."

"I know," Gokudera murmured, not shifting his vision from the window he looked out of.

He pressed the palm of his hand against the glass. The building, the trees, the benches, everything that was a part of the school property... To his surprise, he remembered all of it. Every single detail. And that was something since he was considered as a delinquent (with exceptional grades) when he was younger; not the type to remember this sort of thing. The school did not change much over the years. Just looking at the place brought back memories to him.

It was raining. Luckily, Yamamoto had an umbrella, which he used for cover. He had just finished baseball practice and was in a hurry to get back home. However, he immediately stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of someone familiar. He approached the other teenager. "Ehh, Gokudera is still here?"

"No, I am not," Gokudera responded sarcastically. He scowled, dropping the cigarette he had been smoking to the ground before grounding it with his shoe. "Of course I am here! You see me sitting here, don't you? Che. Baseball idiot. You must have gotten hit in the head too many times already."

Yamamoto laughed. "Ha ha! I'm sorry." He offered the disgruntled teenager a smile. "Why is Gokudera still here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Gokudera gestured at the area outside of the shade. "It's raining."

"Ohh..." Yamamoto tilted his head, gazing at his silver-haired friend who turned his face away. "Well, I have an umbrella. I can walk you home."

"I'd rather wait."

"Aww, come on, Gokudera. It'll be fine. I don't mind at all."

"I know that you don't mind. I'm the one that minds. I don't want to have to listen to you talk about mindless things again on the way back."

"Ha ha! Don't be so cruel, Gokudera." Yamamoto laughed once more. "Come on, before the rain gets heavier. I don't want you to wait here all by yourself." He moved the umbrella away from himself and towards Gokudera so that the other was standing under it instead, not minding the fact that he was getting rained upon by doing so. "Please?"

Gokudera stared at him.

"Are you an idiot?" he demanded, his cheeks growing pink. "You're standing under the rain! You'll get soaked, baseball idiot!"

"Well, if Gokudera doesn't want me to get soaked, then you should let me walk you back home," he said simply.

Gokudera's right eye twitched. He felt like strangling the baseball player. So persistent...!

"Go die."

That did not seem to deter Yamamoto, though. "Please, Gokudera?" he tried once more. He shivered. "I'm feeling cold already..."

"I told you already; no! And it's your fault that you're wet right now, idiot!"

"But I'll get sick..."

"Then go get sick!"

But he did walk back home with Yamamoto in the end anyway. Not because he wanted to but because the idiot was getting soaked to the skin, and he could not have the idiot getting sick. But as luck would have it, Yamamoto did get sick, and Gokudera had to take care of him the rest of the day, much to his dismay.

The reunion... Gokudera curled his fingers against the glass. If he went there, he could...

Noticing the look on Gokudera's face, Dino spoke.

"If you want to go to the reunion, why don't you go?" the blonde suggested gently.

Gokudera blinked. He watched as they drove further away from the school until it was no longer in sight, keeping silent. Thinking that Gokudera was not going to answer his question, Dino was about to read a magazine when Gokudera spoke, his voice soft;

"No," Gokudera said. "I don't want to."

Dino sighed, squeezing the other's shoulder in understanding.

DIOR: I'm back to spam this fandom with 8059, just like I said I would. 8D Alrightey, this is my first chaptered fic for 8059. I hope that it's okay. It's not going to be too long. Just 7 chapters at most. Reviews are appreciated.