My First Drabble!!
So here is my first ever fanfiction!! I hope you like it and please give me some suggestions or comments on it~~
Title: So Here We Are
Author - idiedcauseofyou
Rating - PG13, actually I'm not that sure
Pairing - 8059
Warnings - VERY vague mentions of sex, blood, abuse of the words stupid, idiot, damn, and some swear words too
Summary - So here we are, sweating and gasping for air. Lying on the ground and not having a care at all.
Disclaimer- Do not own characters in any way, shape or form (but I wish I did :D)
X-posted to
hitman_reborn and yamagoku
So here we are, sweating and gasping for air. Lying on the ground and not having a care at all.
Maybe it was the booze and couple bottles of wine from last night followed by that baseball idiot nailing my ass real good. Maybe it was the dead bodies that littered the concrete followed by a sickening smell that came with them. Or maybe it was the fact that it was raining so bloody hard and we were soaked in our own blood, gashes covering every inch of our designer suits from a hardcore battle.
Well, there goes a thousand bucks down the drain.
I tried to turn my head and grunted when a sickening crack resulted. So much for that plan. It had been fifteen minutes since the fight was over and the supposedly dainty drizzle had erupted into a wet shower. My hair was matted to my face: another reason I should have went to the fucking salon last week. But no, we just HAD to go shopping for the latest baseball glove autographed by what’s-his-face-totally-forgot-the-damn-name. Just another idiot in the world that was obsessed over that stupid sport.
I can feel my body loosing blood fast and I knew what was to come. But instead of fear, I felt surprisingly calm. Damn this rain, makes it hurt that much more.
‘DAMN EVERYTHING TO HELL!’ I inwardly cursed.
A cold hand grasped mine, but to me, it was warm. I remembered the familiar touch from long ago, such a nostalgic feeling.
“Hey, Goku-Hayato?” That oh-so-flipping-annoying-but-familiar voice asked.
We’re gonna probably die in the next few minutes and he wants to talk? What the heck is his problem?!?
“What the hell do you want, you stupid baseball idiot?!?!” I shouted (or rather tried to) over the insane downpour.
“We’re dying right now aren’t we?”
What a stupid question to match this stupid day and this freaking stupid person.
I sighed and clasped the hand even tighter, trying to absorb as much heat as possible.
‘Idiot,’ I thought.
“What the fuck does it look like, you baseball freak?” I angrily replied.
“Haha, I love you too.” I could hear that voice straining from pain because he tried to laugh, and oh God, was that crying I heard?!
Fuck, what a mission gone wrong.
But lying here in our own pool of blood, that idiot trying to be optimistic even in this situation, and not to mention, annoying me more and more by the second…
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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So there you have it! My first ever written piece. Comments are very much appreciated and constructive critisism too! I hope that I did a good job with the personalities of Gokudera and Yamamoto. Hope nothing was too OOC!