The Sweet Calling of First Love (1/?)
Title: The Sweet Calling of First Love (1/?)
Disclaimer: I am currently unemployed and would be crazy to ever assume that Reborn! belongs to me.
Rating: PG
Summary: They first meet at nine, with Yamamoto on one knee and Gokudera covered in dirt. It’s inevitable that they end up together.
AN/Warnings: It’s an incomplete, sorry. So far I have a rough outline where I want this to go, but I’m not too sure how I’m going to execute it. And then considering I post on off-times, it’s probably going to be a very long time before anything happens… >.> ratingalsosubjecttochange *cough*
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When they first meet, Gokudera is digging in the dirt ferociously. He’s wearing a green and pink dress that compliments his eye color, the bottom edges of it caked in mud, and matching ribbons clinging to his hair for dear life. Yamamoto, age nine, feels the hand of destiny, the arrow of cupid, the weight of a red thread attached to his pinky tied to the very pretty stranger. He falls to one knee, just as he had seen the men do it in his mother’s drama television series, and asks for her hand in marriage. His lovely stranger stares blankly at him for all of five seconds before Yamamoto ends up on the ground with a bloody nose and a fuming angel of love standing above him, shrieking in the voice fit for the heavens, “I AM NOT A GIRL!”
Yamamoto isn’t shaken by this turn of events; his ardor unswayed, he wants to shout, “I LOVE YOU ANYWAYS” from the tops of the roof. However, he considers his bleeding nose and wisely decides not to unnecessarily skitter his new found beloved. Instead he chooses to offer the light of his life all his emotions poured out into a glowing smile. The boy-not-girl-but-maybe-is-because-he’s-never-met-a-boy-with-legs-like-that sputters with all the emotion of what Yamamoto perceives as growing adoration. He smiles even wider, if possible, his eyes closing in joy, and completely misses the fist that almost comes towards his face. At least visually. He can sense something approaching him at high speeds, but mentally he thinks of the pretty boy tackling him in a hug and visualizes the two of them both rejoicing in their newfound love. However before this dream can be culminated, he hears the sound of a strangled yelp and opens his eyes to see a very pretty teenager pulling his dear heart by the neck collar. The love of his life’s face has turned ashen and he’s a little concerned, but the girl ignores him and drags the frozen boy away, “Hayato stop flirting. It’s time to go home.”
Usually Yamamoto would feel obligated to rescue his damsel - er, sir? - in distress, however he’s just caught the name that was never offered (he doesn’t think that he never introduced himself properly either) and whispers dreamily, “Hayato…”
Disclaimer: I am currently unemployed and would be crazy to ever assume that Reborn! belongs to me.
Rating: PG
Summary: They first meet at nine, with Yamamoto on one knee and Gokudera covered in dirt. It’s inevitable that they end up together.
AN/Warnings: It’s an incomplete, sorry. So far I have a rough outline where I want this to go, but I’m not too sure how I’m going to execute it. And then considering I post on off-times, it’s probably going to be a very long time before anything happens… >.> ratingalsosubjecttochange *cough*
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When they first meet, Gokudera is digging in the dirt ferociously. He’s wearing a green and pink dress that compliments his eye color, the bottom edges of it caked in mud, and matching ribbons clinging to his hair for dear life. Yamamoto, age nine, feels the hand of destiny, the arrow of cupid, the weight of a red thread attached to his pinky tied to the very pretty stranger. He falls to one knee, just as he had seen the men do it in his mother’s drama television series, and asks for her hand in marriage. His lovely stranger stares blankly at him for all of five seconds before Yamamoto ends up on the ground with a bloody nose and a fuming angel of love standing above him, shrieking in the voice fit for the heavens, “I AM NOT A GIRL!”
Yamamoto isn’t shaken by this turn of events; his ardor unswayed, he wants to shout, “I LOVE YOU ANYWAYS” from the tops of the roof. However, he considers his bleeding nose and wisely decides not to unnecessarily skitter his new found beloved. Instead he chooses to offer the light of his life all his emotions poured out into a glowing smile. The boy-not-girl-but-maybe-is-because-he’s-never-met-a-boy-with-legs-like-that sputters with all the emotion of what Yamamoto perceives as growing adoration. He smiles even wider, if possible, his eyes closing in joy, and completely misses the fist that almost comes towards his face. At least visually. He can sense something approaching him at high speeds, but mentally he thinks of the pretty boy tackling him in a hug and visualizes the two of them both rejoicing in their newfound love. However before this dream can be culminated, he hears the sound of a strangled yelp and opens his eyes to see a very pretty teenager pulling his dear heart by the neck collar. The love of his life’s face has turned ashen and he’s a little concerned, but the girl ignores him and drags the frozen boy away, “Hayato stop flirting. It’s time to go home.”
Usually Yamamoto would feel obligated to rescue his damsel - er, sir? - in distress, however he’s just caught the name that was never offered (he doesn’t think that he never introduced himself properly either) and whispers dreamily, “Hayato…”