Day 1: Blood Red Kisses

Yep, I caved and wrote a sequel to Seven Days To Fall In Love. I don't know why I did, I guess I just felt like writing a more angsty counterpart. So if you haven't read SDTFIL, then go read that one first because otherwise the whole scenario will make NO sense to you. If you did read it and enjoyed the omake greatly, then here's where you should be. I'm warning you guys now, this one is FULL of angst and quite possibly will end with a death (I'm not too sure about that, but review and give me your opinions on whether or not Gokudera should survive this) However, fluffy flashbacks will be found at places :3

LOOSELY based off of the manga Seven Days.

Yamamoto exploded into the waiting room, his eyes wild. They immediately fell to the smaller man sitting in a chair, tears streaking down his face. Another man with shocking blue hair and a long ponytail was rubbing the first man's back, placing kisses on his cheeks.

"Tsuna, please…" Yamamoto begged.

Tsuna looked up. "The doctor said… Yamamoto, oh my god I'm so sorry…"

Yamamoto's face paled. "No. Nononononono, he's not…"

"He's not dead." Tsuna gasped out, and was unable to continue through the wave of fresh tears.

"Takeshi, do you remember when you and Gokudera began dating?" Mukuro said slowly.

Yamamoto nodded.

"Well, it has to do with the… injury that Gokudera sustained then. That artery burst. They're trying to repair it now."

Yamamoto froze. Not that. Not that DAMN artery!

The Rain Guardian felt his legs buckle out from under him as he lost consciousness.

A few hours prior

Gokudera tossed his silver hair out of his face and attempted to focus on his paperwork. It wasn't easy considering his thoughts were full of a certain ex-baseball idiot.

The Storm Guardian groaned and threw his paperwork down on his desk, getting up in order to go for a walk.

As he strolled through the spacious garden that the Vongola called their own, his thoughts were wandering. And then interrupted when a pair of large hands embraced him from behind.

The silver-haired man struggled briefly, and then settled into his lover's embrace. "Oi yakuubaka, let go." He murmured halfheartedly.

"You don't mean that." Yamamoto murmured, placing a kiss on the smaller man's cheek.

Gokudera said nothing, but continued walking. Yamamoto fell into step beside him, taking Gokudera's hand in his own and swinging them slightly back and forth. Their walk was filled with a peaceful, comfortable silence.

Until a gunshot echoed.

The couple instantly split and readied themselves for a fight. Exploding into their Cambio Formas, the pair waiting tersely for another attack.

When it came, there were twenty men the pair had to fight against.

Screams and grunts of pain accompanied the pair's fights, Yamamoto's swords slicing clear blue and Gokudera's dynamite inducing explosions.

Then, a gurgled choking scream caught Yamamoto's attention.

He turned, and his eyes widened in horror. Gokudera had collapsed to his knees, choking on something.

Yamamoto dropped to his lover's side and screamed for help, watching Gokudera's pained face.

Gokudera had then reached up and grabbed the Rain Guardian's collar, pulling him into a rough kiss.

Gokudera's smooth lips tasted of blood.

Back to current time

Yamamoto had been helped back into a chair and given cool water. He was shaking with grief.

It's my fault. It's my damn fault again! If only I hadn't hit him, if I had only checked the force. How can he love someone who's endangered his life twice now for the same damn fucking thing!

Tsuna and Mukuro both rubbed their hands over the Rain Guardian's back, trying their hardest to comfort him.

The clock struck midnight without any news of how the surgery was going.