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Title Not Alone in the Dark
Theme November 3: Lately You Make Me at 31_days
Character/Pairing Hayato Gokudera, TYL!Takeshi Yamamoto, Tsuna Sawada
Rating G or Kids (10+)
Warning No real series spoilers, but the character list sort of spoils you for the future arc. XD; Sorry.
Wordcount 720
Lately you make those voices in my head go quiet - the ones that tell me I'm never good enough. Even with the tiniest whispers, you overpower them, keep them at bay. And one day I know you'll destroy them entirely.
It's sort of funny, though...because I know I'll miss them when they're gone. For years, they've been the only things to keep me company. They were there for me when nothing and no one else was.
For the briefest of moments, Gokudera worried he'd actually spoken these words aloud, with the way Tsuna shifted in his sleep. He held his breath. He pressed his lips into a thin line. He pulled his hands away from the slumbering body and leaned back as far as he could while he waited for the boy to settle again. Then he did, and Gokudera let the held breath out in a slow, steady sigh of relief.
"Lately you make me wonder what I was doing all of those years, aimless and alone. And why it took me so long to find you." He reached a trembling hand forward and laid it on the mattress beside - but without touching - Tsuna's body.
"Nn, Gokudera? Is that you?" a sleepy voice called from the other side of the room, and Gokudera cringed. He also stayed very quiet and very still, hoping the baseball idiot would just go right back to sleep if he thought he'd imagined things.
Instead, Yamamoto climbed out of bed and took a spot on the floor beside Gokudera, sitting far too close for comfort. "What are you doing? This seems a little creepy, hahaha."
"Go back to sleep."
"Are you too nervous to tell him that stuff while he's awake?"
Gokudera choked on words, nerves, and maybe a bit of vomit. "Go back to sleep, idiot."
"I'm pretty sure he'd like to hear that kind of stuff. It might help him not feel so scared about everything that's happening."
"I...couldn't do that." Gokudera stood up abruptly, but Yamamoto took hold of his arm before he could get away. It felt even more impossibly huge than the Yamamoto he'd always known's hands ever had.
"We all depend on each other here, Gokudera," he said plainly, and even in the dark, with his head defiantly turned away, Gokudera could feel Yamamoto's eyes boring into him.
Gokudera said nothing, jerked his arm away, and circled the man to climb up the ladder and back onto the top bunk bed. He knew he was being watched the entire time he was resettling, ready for feigning sleep again, but he didn't care. Still, he made sure to roll over to face the wall just in case Yamamoto tried to talk to him.
Yamamoto didn't, though. Instead the lower bunk's beams creaked as he leaned toward the slumbering Tsuna. After a few moments, there was some light shuffling of the blankets, and Tsuna was roused, mumbling sleepily.
Gokudera was livid, but managed to contain himself; he knew how long it had taken Tsuna to finally fall asleep, almost down to the minute.
"Sorry, haha," Yamamoto said without the least bit of guilt. "I just had something on my mind."
"What is it, Yamamoto?" It already sounded like Tsuna was falling back asleep, which was some bit of relief to Gokudera.
"Just having you here gives me a lot of hope. More than I've had in months."
There was quiet, and then an unintelligible response from Tsuna. So he tried again. "I'm...glad, Yamamoto."
"Hahaha, you can go back to sleep now. I'm sorry. You'd just looked like you were having a nightmare and I wanted to try to help."
"Mm, thank you," Tsuna replied, in a voice that sounded like it wasn't quite sure what Yamamoto had even said.
There was the tiny sound of Yamamoto ruffling Tsuna's hair, then hesitating, then getting back to his feet to return to bed.
Tsuna's breathing slowed almost immediately back into the even sound of slumber, and Gokudera wasn't sure how long he listened to it before he fell asleep himself. He was quite sure, though, that he was going to give that baseball freak another good punch for daring to wake Tenth up in the middle of the night like that. Even...even if what he said was true.
Theme November 3: Lately You Make Me at 31_days
Character/Pairing Hayato Gokudera, TYL!Takeshi Yamamoto, Tsuna Sawada
Rating G or Kids (10+)
Warning No real series spoilers, but the character list sort of spoils you for the future arc. XD; Sorry.
Wordcount 720
Lately you make those voices in my head go quiet - the ones that tell me I'm never good enough. Even with the tiniest whispers, you overpower them, keep them at bay. And one day I know you'll destroy them entirely.
It's sort of funny, though...because I know I'll miss them when they're gone. For years, they've been the only things to keep me company. They were there for me when nothing and no one else was.
For the briefest of moments, Gokudera worried he'd actually spoken these words aloud, with the way Tsuna shifted in his sleep. He held his breath. He pressed his lips into a thin line. He pulled his hands away from the slumbering body and leaned back as far as he could while he waited for the boy to settle again. Then he did, and Gokudera let the held breath out in a slow, steady sigh of relief.
"Lately you make me wonder what I was doing all of those years, aimless and alone. And why it took me so long to find you." He reached a trembling hand forward and laid it on the mattress beside - but without touching - Tsuna's body.
"Nn, Gokudera? Is that you?" a sleepy voice called from the other side of the room, and Gokudera cringed. He also stayed very quiet and very still, hoping the baseball idiot would just go right back to sleep if he thought he'd imagined things.
Instead, Yamamoto climbed out of bed and took a spot on the floor beside Gokudera, sitting far too close for comfort. "What are you doing? This seems a little creepy, hahaha."
"Go back to sleep."
"Are you too nervous to tell him that stuff while he's awake?"
Gokudera choked on words, nerves, and maybe a bit of vomit. "Go back to sleep, idiot."
"I'm pretty sure he'd like to hear that kind of stuff. It might help him not feel so scared about everything that's happening."
"I...couldn't do that." Gokudera stood up abruptly, but Yamamoto took hold of his arm before he could get away. It felt even more impossibly huge than the Yamamoto he'd always known's hands ever had.
"We all depend on each other here, Gokudera," he said plainly, and even in the dark, with his head defiantly turned away, Gokudera could feel Yamamoto's eyes boring into him.
Gokudera said nothing, jerked his arm away, and circled the man to climb up the ladder and back onto the top bunk bed. He knew he was being watched the entire time he was resettling, ready for feigning sleep again, but he didn't care. Still, he made sure to roll over to face the wall just in case Yamamoto tried to talk to him.
Yamamoto didn't, though. Instead the lower bunk's beams creaked as he leaned toward the slumbering Tsuna. After a few moments, there was some light shuffling of the blankets, and Tsuna was roused, mumbling sleepily.
Gokudera was livid, but managed to contain himself; he knew how long it had taken Tsuna to finally fall asleep, almost down to the minute.
"Sorry, haha," Yamamoto said without the least bit of guilt. "I just had something on my mind."
"What is it, Yamamoto?" It already sounded like Tsuna was falling back asleep, which was some bit of relief to Gokudera.
"Just having you here gives me a lot of hope. More than I've had in months."
There was quiet, and then an unintelligible response from Tsuna. So he tried again. "I'm...glad, Yamamoto."
"Hahaha, you can go back to sleep now. I'm sorry. You'd just looked like you were having a nightmare and I wanted to try to help."
"Mm, thank you," Tsuna replied, in a voice that sounded like it wasn't quite sure what Yamamoto had even said.
There was the tiny sound of Yamamoto ruffling Tsuna's hair, then hesitating, then getting back to his feet to return to bed.
Tsuna's breathing slowed almost immediately back into the even sound of slumber, and Gokudera wasn't sure how long he listened to it before he fell asleep himself. He was quite sure, though, that he was going to give that baseball freak another good punch for daring to wake Tenth up in the middle of the night like that. Even...even if what he said was true.