Hayato gritted his teeth in irritation as the baseball idiot avoided him yet again. What, is he scared of him or something? Or is he so repulsed about the confession that he actually had to run away? This situation was getting annoying, and it sure isn't helping him with his more-than-unhappy emotions right now.

He ran after the dark-haired idiot, not willing to let him slip through his fingers yet again. He had an extremely long lecture ready for that baseball maniac about his behaviour nowadays. Heck, Juudaime was starting to suspect something bad had happened on that night, and if he found out, being the kind boss he is, he would no doubt blame himself for telling his right-hand man to come clean with his feelings. He did NOT want his precious leader to be worried about him, and Hayato was sure as hell that Takeshi would agree with him on this fact. That guy was in love with Tsuna after all.

Takeshi began walking as fast as he could when he heard Hayato calling out his name. He could tell that the bomber's irritation had risen to dangerous levels, yet he didn't think he could face him so soon after his confession to him, one that he rejected.

He froze when a hand decorated with rings, with the Vongola Storm Ring telling him that it was Hayato, clapped him hard on his broad shoulder. He resisted his inner urges to run far, far away and turned around to face the enraged dynamite-user with a strained grin upon his features.

"Y..Yo G-Gokudera! What's up?"

Hayato arched a silver eyebrow at the use of his last name, his face a mask of confusion before settling into resigned understanding.

"Baseball Idiot, if you think that puny confession was going to change anything between us as cause trouble for Juudaime and the Famiglia, you're dead wrong."

"H-Heh?" Takeshi let out in a stupor, shocked that Hayato was demeaning his first confession in such a manner.

Hayato rolled his eyes in exasperation, a motion he realised he was doing too many times in the past few days.

"Juudaime is starting to get concerned with your odd behaviour, moron. Don't worry him. You're a fail as a person supposedly in love with him, ignoramus." He scoffed, jade eyes sceptical.

Takeshi's hazel orbs widened, and maybe, just maybe, lightened up a shade with a little hope and happiness. "Tsuna's worried? About me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Oi." Hayato called out as Takeshi began to turn away from him. Holding out his hand, he looked at the baseballer expectantly. Seeing the mask of confusion forming on the other's face, he sighed at the other's slowness.

"We remain as friends. Same attitude, no acting different around me. Got it?"

Takeshi grinned as he grabbed the outstretched hand.

"Got it."

As he was about to release Hayato's hand so as to run back to complete his duties, he was perplexed when the bomber didn't release the limb. He was about to open his mouth to ask what was wrong when he felt a pair of lips press against his. He froze, his mind barely registering the fact that Gokudera was kissing him. As fast as it happened, the pressure on his mouth disappeared as Hayato abruptly turned away and sprinted towards a random direction, leaving the baseball player slightly disoriented.

When he came to his senses, though, the silver-haired man was nowhere to be seen.

**LINE BREAK**

Hayato ran his long fingers through his slightly mussed silver hair as he sat on the grass, staring into the sparkling water of the river. He let out a sigh, slapping his hand to his face at his stupidity.

"Why did I do that? It was only going to make things more awkward…"

But he couldn't resist, Hayato mused. If he wasn't not able to have the idiot, he would content himself with a simple press of the lips.

He would be satisfied.

A wry smile made its way to his weary face, as he stroked his lips memorising the feel and pressure of Takeshi's lips against his. He may never get a chance like this ever again.

Well, he sure was turning into a pathetic sentimental.

"Friends, huh?" Hayato lay back onto the grass, staring at the azure sky filled with fluffy white clouds. Hibari and Tsuna. The couple of ultimate pain to Takeshi. But he couldn't help but feel relief that those two were together, and Takeshi would never have a chance with Tsuna. That thought, though, was immediately squashed by overwhelming guilt.

Will he allow himself a moment to just mourn after his unrequited love like a hapless sap? Would he allow himself to do this one thing solely for himself, just once? Could he even vent his frustration upon Tsuna, the reason for his depression?

Try as he might, he couldn't.

He couldn't hate that face, the wide brown eyes staring innocently at him and lips upturned in a warm smile. He just can't. Summon up an inkling of anger, and it disappears the next second.

Sighing, Hayato curled into himself, and let himself get lost in his fantasies of a returned love and a somewhat happy relationship.

Just for today.

**LINE BREAK**

Takeshi frowned. That had been his first kiss and he really didn't appreciate Hayato taking it away from him without him expressing his permission.

Oh well. It wasn't like Tsuna was going to do him the honour of taking it anyways. If the silver-haired bomber needed it, he really couldn't blame him. It was his fault anyways, for hurting him. If Hayato needed closure or help, he'd do his best to help him.

'Move on, Gokudera. From me.'

Man, he can't even use his first name now in his thoughts. Well, he was sure he would get over it. Somehow. Someday.

As Takeshi sat in his father's restaurant, looking out of the slightly fogged glass with rain pelting against it, he spotted the figure of his boss and the Vongola Cloud Guardian sharing an umbrella. His jaw dropped.

The lonesome cloud, sharing an umbrella?

Well, the natural charisma of Tsuna was nothing to joke about.

As a pang of dull pain hit his already broken heart, he wondered just what Hayato didn't have that Tsuna did to led him to rejecting the bomber.

He didn't know the answer, and in the months and years to come, he would find that really, there was no answer.

**LINE BREAK**

"Ne, Kyoya ~~" Tsuna whined to his raven-haired companion.

A grunt of irritation slipped past the pale lips of the skylark. Knowing that that meant the Cloud was listening, Tsuna grinned happily. However, the grin slipped almost immediately.

"Kyoya…" Tsuna looked through the clear material of the umbrella they were sharing into the grey skies above. "I'm worried about them."

"Hn."

Eyebrows furrowed, Tsuna said solemnly. "They aren't happy. And when they aren't…I can't bring myself to be. I just can't." He let a sigh slip through his lips. "They're stubborn. We've to help them fix this…" He looked over to Hibari.

Hibari just closed his calculating, cold grey eyes and reached out a calloused hand, allowing the clear raindrops to land on his open palm.

Tsuna smiled, knowing a plan was formulating itself in the calculative mind of the once prefect.

The grey eyes that Tsuna loved flashed opened once again and darted to his form.

"Just so you know, Tsunayoshi, I'm only doing this for you. And the peace of the Famiglia and Namimori. I'm not interested in hearing herbivorous wailings and snifflings."

Tsuna's brown eyes softened, silently conveying a message of gratitude.

After all, without the storm, rain cannot exist.

And without the rain, it is not a storm.

One cannot exist without the other.

~END~

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