[2759 ficlet] Trying to Breathe while Loving You is Like... | #3
Trying to Breath While Loving You is Like…
A 2759 Series
Author ladygizarme
Rating: PG
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 2759
Theme: 106: That’s all I ask of you
Words: 786
Genre/s: angst, romance
Warnings: language, potential canon spoilers
Setting: TYL
A/N: Written for 500themes
Previous parts:
#1
#2
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or its characters. I make no money from the writing of this fanfiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
That's all I ask of you
Gokudera’s hand shakes as he brings the lit cigarette to his lips again, the smell of flowers lingering on his skin making him queasy. He inhales the smoke until it hurts and forces the quivering of his stomach into a hard knot.
“What do we tell Kyouko-san and Haru-san?” I-pin asks with concern, fresh tears springing to her eyes even as she wipes the old ones away with her sleeve.
Gokudera inhales again, the heat of the ever-encroaching cherry burning his fingers and lips as the smoke wafting towards his face irritates the redness of his eyes, itchy from shedding so many tears that they just won’t come anymore.
“Nothing,” he responds gruffly, smoke leaving his mouth haphazardly with his words. He stubs his cigarette out angrily under his shoe and turns to walk back inside, the fresh air somehow stifling.
“Isn’t not telling them even more cruel than telling them?!” Lambo demands at his retreating back.
‘He was an unexpectedly cruel boss,’ Gokudera thinks in reply, but says nothing, the regret of that thought already souring his stomach.
He almost wishes he were in the same, oblivious state as the two women. Instead, he must bear the horrible secret of his boss’s death while pretending nothing is out of the ordinary, for the sake of their tender hearts.
“You aren’t to tell them,” Hibari had said, ignoring Gokudera’s indignant tirade and Yamamoto’s shocked exclamation as he laid a document on the table and narrowed his eyes in indication for them to shut up and read.
Scowling, Gokudera had picked up the paper, only to see the instructions written in Tsuna’s own handwriting near the end of his last will and testament. His hand shook at the realization, dropping the paper and storming out, deaf to whatever Yamamoto was saying as he picked the document back up.
Gokudera’s feet lead him without him realizing until he’s through the door, the familiar scent still lingering thickly in the room-why wouldn’t it? Tsuna was just in there yesterday.
“Fuck,” he says brokenly, slamming his fist against the door; wishing he had something to throw or someone to take his anger out on. “Fuck!” he screams this time, ready to tear the room apart for some sign of something-he isn’t even exactly sure what, but he has this feeling-but before he can, the door swings open, knocking him backwards onto his ass.
Yamamoto looks down at him in surprise, and gives a sincerely-apologetic smile. “Sorry…didn’t know you were right there,” he says honestly, a shadow of his usual laugh almost coloring his voice.
Gokudera doesn’t even have the energy for one of his usual belittling remarks or tirades. “What do you want?” he instead asks tiredly, somehow finding the will to pull himself off the floor.
“I sent Lambo and I-pin to watch over the girls. They promised not to say anything…”
Yamamoto trails off, looking pained and uncomfortable, and Gokudera scowls and turns away before that look forces him to acknowledge how anyone else is feeling about this.
“Just thought I should let you know… y’know, since we’re…”
“Don’t say it,” Gokudera seethes, the desire to hit something rearing itself again suddenly, now that there’s something worth hitting.
Yamamoto sees the fist coming, and his eyes widen but he doesn’t stop it. His head rocks to the side, and Gokudera despises the pity in both Yamamoto’s face and actions.
“Fuck you.”
Yamamoto sighs sadly, eyes solemn as he watches Gokudera leave. “It’s not like I want this, either.”
“What…?” Yamamoto wondered aloud as he picked up the will Gokudera had dropped.
“Until official word comes from the rest of the family, you two are to continue running things as if nothing has changed,” Hibari had replied, merely reiterating what was written on the paper.
Yamamoto hadn’t known what to say, still in shock from the news. Finally, a quiet, “Okay,” was all he could muster.
He hasn’t seen Hibari since-not even at the funeral, though he knows it was Hibari that had arranged the specifics of where and how Tsuna was to be placed in his coffin before the few members of the famiglia currently residing in the underground base had gathered to say goodbye to their beloved boss.
Yamamoto’s solemn gaze takes on a hardened edge, as he remembers putting his flower in Tsuna’s casket, along with everyone else. He looks around the empty room, an overwhelming feeling of intruding settling over him-he shouldn’t be in this room now, at least not without Gokudera, and somehow he knows that whatever business matters they handle from now on won’t be dealt with from this room. With one last glance, he closes the door.
~*~
~next~
A 2759 Series
Author ladygizarme
Rating: PG
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 2759
Theme: 106: That’s all I ask of you
Words: 786
Genre/s: angst, romance
Warnings: language, potential canon spoilers
Setting: TYL
A/N: Written for 500themes
Previous parts:
#1
#2
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or its characters. I make no money from the writing of this fanfiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
That's all I ask of you
Gokudera’s hand shakes as he brings the lit cigarette to his lips again, the smell of flowers lingering on his skin making him queasy. He inhales the smoke until it hurts and forces the quivering of his stomach into a hard knot.
“What do we tell Kyouko-san and Haru-san?” I-pin asks with concern, fresh tears springing to her eyes even as she wipes the old ones away with her sleeve.
Gokudera inhales again, the heat of the ever-encroaching cherry burning his fingers and lips as the smoke wafting towards his face irritates the redness of his eyes, itchy from shedding so many tears that they just won’t come anymore.
“Nothing,” he responds gruffly, smoke leaving his mouth haphazardly with his words. He stubs his cigarette out angrily under his shoe and turns to walk back inside, the fresh air somehow stifling.
“Isn’t not telling them even more cruel than telling them?!” Lambo demands at his retreating back.
‘He was an unexpectedly cruel boss,’ Gokudera thinks in reply, but says nothing, the regret of that thought already souring his stomach.
He almost wishes he were in the same, oblivious state as the two women. Instead, he must bear the horrible secret of his boss’s death while pretending nothing is out of the ordinary, for the sake of their tender hearts.
“You aren’t to tell them,” Hibari had said, ignoring Gokudera’s indignant tirade and Yamamoto’s shocked exclamation as he laid a document on the table and narrowed his eyes in indication for them to shut up and read.
Scowling, Gokudera had picked up the paper, only to see the instructions written in Tsuna’s own handwriting near the end of his last will and testament. His hand shook at the realization, dropping the paper and storming out, deaf to whatever Yamamoto was saying as he picked the document back up.
Gokudera’s feet lead him without him realizing until he’s through the door, the familiar scent still lingering thickly in the room-why wouldn’t it? Tsuna was just in there yesterday.
“Fuck,” he says brokenly, slamming his fist against the door; wishing he had something to throw or someone to take his anger out on. “Fuck!” he screams this time, ready to tear the room apart for some sign of something-he isn’t even exactly sure what, but he has this feeling-but before he can, the door swings open, knocking him backwards onto his ass.
Yamamoto looks down at him in surprise, and gives a sincerely-apologetic smile. “Sorry…didn’t know you were right there,” he says honestly, a shadow of his usual laugh almost coloring his voice.
Gokudera doesn’t even have the energy for one of his usual belittling remarks or tirades. “What do you want?” he instead asks tiredly, somehow finding the will to pull himself off the floor.
“I sent Lambo and I-pin to watch over the girls. They promised not to say anything…”
Yamamoto trails off, looking pained and uncomfortable, and Gokudera scowls and turns away before that look forces him to acknowledge how anyone else is feeling about this.
“Just thought I should let you know… y’know, since we’re…”
“Don’t say it,” Gokudera seethes, the desire to hit something rearing itself again suddenly, now that there’s something worth hitting.
Yamamoto sees the fist coming, and his eyes widen but he doesn’t stop it. His head rocks to the side, and Gokudera despises the pity in both Yamamoto’s face and actions.
“Fuck you.”
Yamamoto sighs sadly, eyes solemn as he watches Gokudera leave. “It’s not like I want this, either.”
“What…?” Yamamoto wondered aloud as he picked up the will Gokudera had dropped.
“Until official word comes from the rest of the family, you two are to continue running things as if nothing has changed,” Hibari had replied, merely reiterating what was written on the paper.
Yamamoto hadn’t known what to say, still in shock from the news. Finally, a quiet, “Okay,” was all he could muster.
He hasn’t seen Hibari since-not even at the funeral, though he knows it was Hibari that had arranged the specifics of where and how Tsuna was to be placed in his coffin before the few members of the famiglia currently residing in the underground base had gathered to say goodbye to their beloved boss.
Yamamoto’s solemn gaze takes on a hardened edge, as he remembers putting his flower in Tsuna’s casket, along with everyone else. He looks around the empty room, an overwhelming feeling of intruding settling over him-he shouldn’t be in this room now, at least not without Gokudera, and somehow he knows that whatever business matters they handle from now on won’t be dealt with from this room. With one last glance, he closes the door.
~*~
~next~