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Title Fool Me Twice
Theme October 14: The Girl in Question at 31_days
Character/Pairing Takeshi Yamamoto/Tsuna Sawada/Hayato Gokudera
Rating R or Mature
Warning Tuna Sandwich. I am a tease. No spoilers, though!
Wordcount 1,419
Note Companion piece to Team Sports. Not my best work. HOWEVER: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TENTH.
Tsuna rubbed his eyes in irritation, pushing his chair back from his desk to get himself away from the computer. He was tired of the glowing screen, the words that only became fuzzier the longer he worked with them, the backache, the headache, and the fact that he wasn't anywhere near finished. With a sigh he checked his watch - against his better judgement - and only sighed more heavily when he realized it was already after midnight. Not exactly the way he'd been planning to ring in his twenty-fifth birthday.
As a precaution, to save both his eyesight and his sanity (because if he had to look at just one. more. word...), Tsuna reached forward and shut off the monitor. Then he leaned back, linked his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.
Ten years ago he'd never thought something like this plausible, this sense of comfort in his duties. When his mother first invited Reborn into their home, not even in his wildest fits of panic did he ever envision this future. He'd seen high school, then probably college, and maybe even a marriage to that one girl. Yet, despite all of his childhood dreams (at this point, not even discounting his dreams of electric sheep), that one fateful day turned out to be the prevailing force in his life after all. He grew, he learned, and he succeeded the Vongola Ninth in the face of so many odds against him - including evading death. Nowadays, he could crack a small smile at that one: not every fourteen-year-old was granted the opportunity to reverse their own death by their own hand, never mind traveling to the future to do it.
Then pounding at the door and the combination of the two startled Tsuna from his memories. "Tenth!"
"Come in, Gokudera. What's wrong?"
His old friend burst through the door to his office unceremoniously, nearly tripping over his own shoes in his enthusiasm. "Quickly!"
Tsuna's brow furrowed along the crease he'd already dug for it after a lifetime of fretting, and got to his feet. He hurried after Gokudera trying not to appear as obviously concerned as he was. But Gokudera had grown so much taller, and Tsuna had to stride just a little faster to keep up. Apparently, he noticed, as Tsuna soon found his hand being enveloped by Gokudera's, who tugged him onward to make sure he kept pace.
Gokudera led Tsuna to the conference room and Tsuna's stomach bottomed out. This meant a meeting, which never meant anything good, which meant that he most certainly had so much more to worry about than how he'd be up half the night finishing the reviews of everyone's status reports. He hadn't even gotten to Yamamoto's yet...
Gokudera flung the doors open wide and Tsuna was practically simultaneously blinded and deafened by the sudden brightness of the room compared to the dark hallway, and the raucous cheer of "Surprise!" from a group of his friends that looked entirely too large to have all fit into the room. He mused vaguely that Hibari wouldn't be here, but it seemed to be that nearly everyone else was, and his worry could only turn into a large grin.
He was bounced around the room, shuffling and tripping from person to person amiably, if quickly - that is, until he got to her. She smiled at him and he beamed back at her. "Buon compleanno, Tsu-kun," she said, the Japanese accent in her Italian more endearing than anything else.
"Grazie, Kyouko-chan," he replied, giving her a little bow and still flushing some even after all these years. He supposed it was because he'd never really "gotten over" her. He'd never really had the chance. All those years spent training were also years spent lying, and even though she had stuck by him, it wasn't for the reasons he'd always had in mind. He loved her - he really did - and not so many years ago, he would have married her.
"Tsuna!" a voice called from behind him, and Tsuna turned to see Yamamoto smiling ear to ear and battling his way through the crowd to get him, Gokudera begrudgingly in tow. "Tsuna, finally! Every time I'd try to catch you, you'd run into someone else!"
"Ah, yeah, it's really crowded in here, hm? But, I'm really glad to have all of my friends here, too."
Yamamoto nodded, but didn't really seem to be listening, and instead leaned in very close to his ear. "Listen, Gokudera and I were wondering-"
"Don't drag me into this!"
Yamamoto gave a genial laugh, but lowered his voice just a little more as he continued. "We were wondering if we could see you afterwards, in your office. We worked hard to get everyone back to the house for this, but, really, everyone's still pretty tired from their trips. Maybe once you finish saying hello to everyone?"
Tsuna tried to keep his smile in tact, still saving face in front of Kyouko, but he did not like Yamamoto's words any more than his tone. "Sure, sure. It's very late, anyway, and this is more than I could've expected." Yamamoto pulled away and nodded his agreement and appreciation, then, hand still linked with Gokudera's, weaved their way back through the crowd and presumably out the door. Tsuna watched them leave, unintentionally allowing his face to fall a little as they departed, but perked back up when he turned to speak with Kyouko again.
They spoke briefly, Tsuna so distracted by Yamamoto's request that he scarcely paid attention to the conversation. He was jarred from his thoughts for a moment when he noticed her yawning, and was quick to urge her off to bed, especially since the rest of the gathering was dispersing anyway. She agreed, sleepily adding that it was her responsibility to make his cake tomorrow afternoon. He gave her a crooked grin, and took hold of her arm to escort her to the door, then stayed beside it to see the rest of his guests out - the very last to leave being Lambo, who'd fallen asleep in one of the chairs and had been forgotten for how quiet he was.
Once the room had cleared, Tsuna sighed heavily, dreading what came next, but working up some semblance of courage as quickly as he could, simply to get his feet moving. It wasn't so much the fact that it was his birthday that had him bothered; he'd learned to disregard those anniversaries except in the sense that it meant he'd made it one more year (without being killed). It was that everyone else was so happy, and felt so lucky, and he didn't want that to be hindered by anything, especially if it was something that he himself could have prevented.
Hesitantly, he opened the door to his office, nodding at Yamamoto and Gokudera, who were seated in front of his desk, looking far too somber for his liking. He shut the door, then went to join them, pausing only a second before deciding to sit among them instead of on the other side of his desk. "What's happened?"
Gokudera looked to Yamamoto, who looked to Tsuna and only lasted a breath before bursting into laughter. Tsuna was alarmed, wondering if this was a defense mechanism, until Yamamoto launched himself from the chair, pushing his lips to Tsuna's, that ever-present smile curling even into Tsuna's cheeks.
"Oi," Gokudera said gruffly and Tsuna heard him shift from his seat, then felt Yamamoto moving - or, he realized once his eyes had opened, being pulled - away from him, Gokudera's hand clamped on the back of his collar. "You never change, do you?"
"Hahaha, sorry, Gokudera! He just... he looked so cute."
"I don't care if he came in, sat himself in your lap, and-"
"Guys, guys!" Tsuna interjected, unsure if he wanted to hear where Gokudera was taking that sentence. "What is this about?"
"Your birthday, of course!" Yamamoto said, reaching up to wrestle Gokudera's hand off of his clothes. Upon Tsuna's blank stare, Yamamoto clarified...as much as Yamamoto could, "Gokudera and I decided to combine our gifts this year."
Tsuna had a moment of déjà vu, and while he wracked his brain for what it could be, it was Yamamoto moving forward again and settling his hand over Tsuna's crotch that recalled the memory.
Ten years ago. In his bedroom.
And Tsuna, all this time later, with Gokudera's mouth at his neck while Yamamoto knelt in front of him, undoing his pants, was not any less content - though not any less surprised - to be surrounded by friends like these.
Theme October 14: The Girl in Question at 31_days
Character/Pairing Takeshi Yamamoto/Tsuna Sawada/Hayato Gokudera
Rating R or Mature
Warning Tuna Sandwich. I am a tease. No spoilers, though!
Wordcount 1,419
Note Companion piece to Team Sports. Not my best work. HOWEVER: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TENTH.
Tsuna rubbed his eyes in irritation, pushing his chair back from his desk to get himself away from the computer. He was tired of the glowing screen, the words that only became fuzzier the longer he worked with them, the backache, the headache, and the fact that he wasn't anywhere near finished. With a sigh he checked his watch - against his better judgement - and only sighed more heavily when he realized it was already after midnight. Not exactly the way he'd been planning to ring in his twenty-fifth birthday.
As a precaution, to save both his eyesight and his sanity (because if he had to look at just one. more. word...), Tsuna reached forward and shut off the monitor. Then he leaned back, linked his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.
Ten years ago he'd never thought something like this plausible, this sense of comfort in his duties. When his mother first invited Reborn into their home, not even in his wildest fits of panic did he ever envision this future. He'd seen high school, then probably college, and maybe even a marriage to that one girl. Yet, despite all of his childhood dreams (at this point, not even discounting his dreams of electric sheep), that one fateful day turned out to be the prevailing force in his life after all. He grew, he learned, and he succeeded the Vongola Ninth in the face of so many odds against him - including evading death. Nowadays, he could crack a small smile at that one: not every fourteen-year-old was granted the opportunity to reverse their own death by their own hand, never mind traveling to the future to do it.
Then pounding at the door and the combination of the two startled Tsuna from his memories. "Tenth!"
"Come in, Gokudera. What's wrong?"
His old friend burst through the door to his office unceremoniously, nearly tripping over his own shoes in his enthusiasm. "Quickly!"
Tsuna's brow furrowed along the crease he'd already dug for it after a lifetime of fretting, and got to his feet. He hurried after Gokudera trying not to appear as obviously concerned as he was. But Gokudera had grown so much taller, and Tsuna had to stride just a little faster to keep up. Apparently, he noticed, as Tsuna soon found his hand being enveloped by Gokudera's, who tugged him onward to make sure he kept pace.
Gokudera led Tsuna to the conference room and Tsuna's stomach bottomed out. This meant a meeting, which never meant anything good, which meant that he most certainly had so much more to worry about than how he'd be up half the night finishing the reviews of everyone's status reports. He hadn't even gotten to Yamamoto's yet...
Gokudera flung the doors open wide and Tsuna was practically simultaneously blinded and deafened by the sudden brightness of the room compared to the dark hallway, and the raucous cheer of "Surprise!" from a group of his friends that looked entirely too large to have all fit into the room. He mused vaguely that Hibari wouldn't be here, but it seemed to be that nearly everyone else was, and his worry could only turn into a large grin.
He was bounced around the room, shuffling and tripping from person to person amiably, if quickly - that is, until he got to her. She smiled at him and he beamed back at her. "Buon compleanno, Tsu-kun," she said, the Japanese accent in her Italian more endearing than anything else.
"Grazie, Kyouko-chan," he replied, giving her a little bow and still flushing some even after all these years. He supposed it was because he'd never really "gotten over" her. He'd never really had the chance. All those years spent training were also years spent lying, and even though she had stuck by him, it wasn't for the reasons he'd always had in mind. He loved her - he really did - and not so many years ago, he would have married her.
"Tsuna!" a voice called from behind him, and Tsuna turned to see Yamamoto smiling ear to ear and battling his way through the crowd to get him, Gokudera begrudgingly in tow. "Tsuna, finally! Every time I'd try to catch you, you'd run into someone else!"
"Ah, yeah, it's really crowded in here, hm? But, I'm really glad to have all of my friends here, too."
Yamamoto nodded, but didn't really seem to be listening, and instead leaned in very close to his ear. "Listen, Gokudera and I were wondering-"
"Don't drag me into this!"
Yamamoto gave a genial laugh, but lowered his voice just a little more as he continued. "We were wondering if we could see you afterwards, in your office. We worked hard to get everyone back to the house for this, but, really, everyone's still pretty tired from their trips. Maybe once you finish saying hello to everyone?"
Tsuna tried to keep his smile in tact, still saving face in front of Kyouko, but he did not like Yamamoto's words any more than his tone. "Sure, sure. It's very late, anyway, and this is more than I could've expected." Yamamoto pulled away and nodded his agreement and appreciation, then, hand still linked with Gokudera's, weaved their way back through the crowd and presumably out the door. Tsuna watched them leave, unintentionally allowing his face to fall a little as they departed, but perked back up when he turned to speak with Kyouko again.
They spoke briefly, Tsuna so distracted by Yamamoto's request that he scarcely paid attention to the conversation. He was jarred from his thoughts for a moment when he noticed her yawning, and was quick to urge her off to bed, especially since the rest of the gathering was dispersing anyway. She agreed, sleepily adding that it was her responsibility to make his cake tomorrow afternoon. He gave her a crooked grin, and took hold of her arm to escort her to the door, then stayed beside it to see the rest of his guests out - the very last to leave being Lambo, who'd fallen asleep in one of the chairs and had been forgotten for how quiet he was.
Once the room had cleared, Tsuna sighed heavily, dreading what came next, but working up some semblance of courage as quickly as he could, simply to get his feet moving. It wasn't so much the fact that it was his birthday that had him bothered; he'd learned to disregard those anniversaries except in the sense that it meant he'd made it one more year (without being killed). It was that everyone else was so happy, and felt so lucky, and he didn't want that to be hindered by anything, especially if it was something that he himself could have prevented.
Hesitantly, he opened the door to his office, nodding at Yamamoto and Gokudera, who were seated in front of his desk, looking far too somber for his liking. He shut the door, then went to join them, pausing only a second before deciding to sit among them instead of on the other side of his desk. "What's happened?"
Gokudera looked to Yamamoto, who looked to Tsuna and only lasted a breath before bursting into laughter. Tsuna was alarmed, wondering if this was a defense mechanism, until Yamamoto launched himself from the chair, pushing his lips to Tsuna's, that ever-present smile curling even into Tsuna's cheeks.
"Oi," Gokudera said gruffly and Tsuna heard him shift from his seat, then felt Yamamoto moving - or, he realized once his eyes had opened, being pulled - away from him, Gokudera's hand clamped on the back of his collar. "You never change, do you?"
"Hahaha, sorry, Gokudera! He just... he looked so cute."
"I don't care if he came in, sat himself in your lap, and-"
"Guys, guys!" Tsuna interjected, unsure if he wanted to hear where Gokudera was taking that sentence. "What is this about?"
"Your birthday, of course!" Yamamoto said, reaching up to wrestle Gokudera's hand off of his clothes. Upon Tsuna's blank stare, Yamamoto clarified...as much as Yamamoto could, "Gokudera and I decided to combine our gifts this year."
Tsuna had a moment of déjà vu, and while he wracked his brain for what it could be, it was Yamamoto moving forward again and settling his hand over Tsuna's crotch that recalled the memory.
Ten years ago. In his bedroom.
And Tsuna, all this time later, with Gokudera's mouth at his neck while Yamamoto knelt in front of him, undoing his pants, was not any less content - though not any less surprised - to be surrounded by friends like these.