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Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 8059
Rating: PG
Word Count: 601
Worksafe: Yes
Warning: Not very shippy, I'm afraid. >: DX Sorry about that....
Author's Note: This was written veerrrrry quickly, it is not beta'd (therefore not cross-posted anywhere), and is from a recent meme. The prompt (4-6 years later: failed mission) is from thisistony. I have several thousand more prompts to write and post. This really helped to start things flowing again. \o\
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"Dammit...."
The word had been repeated several times now, over the last several hours, in several different tones, in several different languages. It was back to Japanese, now; Yamamoto hadn't needed it in Japanese: when paying attention to context he found it amazing what he could understand. (The fact that it was one of Gokudera's favorite words was also a significant help.) The word in question, while being used rather liberally, was a rather nice way of putting things.
The situation was much more than grave. A failed mission? For the Storm and Rain Guardians? It was unheard of. They always won, and completed their missions with rousing success. This time it was not so. This time the enemy got away. This time they had just put their entire famiglia in danger. What was this? They had underestimated their foe--something they never did. How did such an adversary get past them?
"Gokudera...?"
They were unable to collect much data. The stealth and ease that had been undetected slipped past like whistling wind playing in the grass.
All Gokudera was doing was blaming himself. It wasn't new, but Yamamoto knew he was at fault as well. Those qualities were closer to the Rain than the Storm. The difference was that Yamamoto was ready to go and try again.
Gokudera was ready to continue berating himself.
"What?" he snapped.
Yamamoto rested his sword over his shoulder. He did not attempt a grin; he simply nudged his head, wiping away at the blood on his chin. The only physical mark either had received in the non-existent battle.
"Ready to go?"
Gokudera scoffed. It was a sad attempt at his usual, however. Filled more with loathing directed at himself than at anyone else (in most cases Yamamoto).
"'Ready to go?'" Gokudera repeated. Under his breath he muttered something in Italian---something close to, "Bastard," most likely, knowing Gokudera. The next few moments were filled with silence until Gokudera's scoff was closer to normal. Not 100%, of course, but closer. Even if only a little.
The young man looked up, his grey-green eyes giving Yamamoto a once-over. Yamamoto was used to this glance, but at a quirked, silver eyebrow his own stare became uneasy.
"What's wrong?" he asked. A half-smile formed on his face.
Finally a smirk graced itself upon Gokudera's lips and he stood. He gave his thumb a quick lick and half-a-moment later Yamamoto felt a pressure on his chin followed by a harsh sting that he was sure wasn't there before.
"Idiot. Don't let your guard down so easily. They actually nicked some skin offa you."
Despite the bravado Gokudera presented, Yamamoto could still hear the wavering notes of self-disappointment underneath Gokudera's voice. But by now Yamamoto knew that this wasn't the time to bring it up, and he knew that Gokudera was at least trying.
"Haha, sorry 'bout that."
With a turn on his heel, Yamamoto followed Gokudera side-by-side.
"It wasn't anything entirely too malicious. We can relax for a bit before we report at base. Want something to eat?"
Yamamoto was taken for a bit of a surprise, though not completely against the idea. "Sure! Sushi?"
"What is it with you and sushi?"
"Gokudera--! You know--"
"It was a rhetorical question! Dammit." Gokudera sighed. "Fine, I guess we can go get sushi."
Gokudera walked ahead a bit. Yamamoto knew that posture, and it still wasn't 100% fine. Until Gokudera could complete this mission (and with too much exuberance he was sure) Gokudera was going to be having mood swings worse than usual. And Yamamoto knew he'd be the one to help him out.
Pairing: 8059
Rating: PG
Word Count: 601
Worksafe: Yes
Warning: Not very shippy, I'm afraid. >: DX Sorry about that....
Author's Note: This was written veerrrrry quickly, it is not beta'd (therefore not cross-posted anywhere), and is from a recent meme. The prompt (4-6 years later: failed mission) is from thisistony. I have several thousand more prompts to write and post. This really helped to start things flowing again. \o\
ACCOUNTABILITY: 0
☽✩☾
"Dammit...."
The word had been repeated several times now, over the last several hours, in several different tones, in several different languages. It was back to Japanese, now; Yamamoto hadn't needed it in Japanese: when paying attention to context he found it amazing what he could understand. (The fact that it was one of Gokudera's favorite words was also a significant help.) The word in question, while being used rather liberally, was a rather nice way of putting things.
The situation was much more than grave. A failed mission? For the Storm and Rain Guardians? It was unheard of. They always won, and completed their missions with rousing success. This time it was not so. This time the enemy got away. This time they had just put their entire famiglia in danger. What was this? They had underestimated their foe--something they never did. How did such an adversary get past them?
"Gokudera...?"
They were unable to collect much data. The stealth and ease that had been undetected slipped past like whistling wind playing in the grass.
All Gokudera was doing was blaming himself. It wasn't new, but Yamamoto knew he was at fault as well. Those qualities were closer to the Rain than the Storm. The difference was that Yamamoto was ready to go and try again.
Gokudera was ready to continue berating himself.
"What?" he snapped.
Yamamoto rested his sword over his shoulder. He did not attempt a grin; he simply nudged his head, wiping away at the blood on his chin. The only physical mark either had received in the non-existent battle.
"Ready to go?"
Gokudera scoffed. It was a sad attempt at his usual, however. Filled more with loathing directed at himself than at anyone else (in most cases Yamamoto).
"'Ready to go?'" Gokudera repeated. Under his breath he muttered something in Italian---something close to, "Bastard," most likely, knowing Gokudera. The next few moments were filled with silence until Gokudera's scoff was closer to normal. Not 100%, of course, but closer. Even if only a little.
The young man looked up, his grey-green eyes giving Yamamoto a once-over. Yamamoto was used to this glance, but at a quirked, silver eyebrow his own stare became uneasy.
"What's wrong?" he asked. A half-smile formed on his face.
Finally a smirk graced itself upon Gokudera's lips and he stood. He gave his thumb a quick lick and half-a-moment later Yamamoto felt a pressure on his chin followed by a harsh sting that he was sure wasn't there before.
"Idiot. Don't let your guard down so easily. They actually nicked some skin offa you."
Despite the bravado Gokudera presented, Yamamoto could still hear the wavering notes of self-disappointment underneath Gokudera's voice. But by now Yamamoto knew that this wasn't the time to bring it up, and he knew that Gokudera was at least trying.
"Haha, sorry 'bout that."
With a turn on his heel, Yamamoto followed Gokudera side-by-side.
"It wasn't anything entirely too malicious. We can relax for a bit before we report at base. Want something to eat?"
Yamamoto was taken for a bit of a surprise, though not completely against the idea. "Sure! Sushi?"
"What is it with you and sushi?"
"Gokudera--! You know--"
"It was a rhetorical question! Dammit." Gokudera sighed. "Fine, I guess we can go get sushi."
Gokudera walked ahead a bit. Yamamoto knew that posture, and it still wasn't 100% fine. Until Gokudera could complete this mission (and with too much exuberance he was sure) Gokudera was going to be having mood swings worse than usual. And Yamamoto knew he'd be the one to help him out.