[FIC] Cross the Line - Part 8
Title: Cross the Line 8
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Angst warning.
b. Random note - I hope Yama comes back into the manga soon :(
c. Enjoy ;)
Cross the Line 8
“Holy. Shit.” were the first words that came out of the Storm guardian's mouth that morning. He didn't yell, scream, or throw a tantrum. He simply breathed the words out, as if fearing that a commotion would wake the slumbering form next to him. Not that he cared to wake him up or anything.
Gokudera sat up quickly, then placed a hand on his throbbing head as he rapidly recalled the events of the night before. Yes, there was alcohol; and yes, there was some blond prick who picked a fight with him. Then things started getting kind of fuzzy in the middle, but cleared up at the end. Unfortunately for him, the most vivid moment in his mind was the mind-blowing orgasm he experienced with his absolute least favorite person.
The person lying next to him mumbled unintelligibly then shifted to sleep on his stomach. A long, lanky arm unconsciously draped across the silverette's lap. Gokudera flushed as he noticed the red welts strewn across the other man's naked back.
You asked for it. the Storm guardian's conscience whispered.
Gokudera glared at the Rain guardian's sleeping face. He looked so calm, with lips slightly parted and breathing soft, warm breaths in a steady rhythm. Gokudera wanted to shove explosives down those sexy lips. He wanted to refute the claim that he asked for it. He wanted to argue with his annoying inner self that he hated it; that the idiot coerced him into doing such things. Yet, he couldn't. The slumbering face looked so innocent and unguarded... and so honest.
He's honest, but he doesn't act on it.
He's an idiot.
That's 'cause he'll do anything as long as you ask him to.
It's the alcohol.
You asked for it again, and again... and again...
Gokudera felt the blood drain from his face. He swiftly slid out of bed and nearly stumbled to the floor. He cursed softly, feeling the slight pain on his backside. He held the edge of the bed to steady himself. All he could think of was that he wanted to run away. Emotions spread through his gut like fire; it scared the living shit out of him.
He immediately pulled on some clothes and a black skull-printed hoodie. Despite the dark clouds rolling in the sky, he just wanted to get away and clear his head with some nicotine.
XXXX
The library was Gokudera's safe haven, but the rooftop was his one place where he could get a moment's peace. There was a canopy that was perfect for smoking, even if the fall rain poured at an unforgivable pace.
Gokudera looked forward to his moment of peace, but was fiercely disappointed as he reached the top of the stairs leading to the roof.
Gokudera gave a sigh of exasperation. “Great. I thought all baseball idiots don't smoke.” He rolled his eyes at the figure taking his spot. Despite the lack of vacancy, he leaned against the wall a few feet away from the baseball senior.
Ken snorted. “We're not supposed to.”
“You don't seem like a rule-breaker,” Gokudera stated, taking out his lighter.
“Nobody is what they seem to be.”
“Whatever.”
“Hypocrite. You're not as uncaring as you think.”
“Are you picking a fight?”
“Go ahead. You can barely walk anyway.”
Gokudera's cheeks pinked. He breathed in a huge puff of smoke, frustrated that he couldn't think of a snarky come-back, since the statement was true. His back hurt, and his insides were sore as hell. It annoyed him even more that the pain was kind of satisfying in a really weird, masochistic way. A low, bellow of lightning rumbled in the air as droplets of rain continued to wet the entire area. The chaotic weather was oddly calming his nerves just a little.
Ken laughed, “I don't even know why you're here. Why don't you just go back and quit bullshitting yourself?”
“What's it to you?”
“I don't care what happens to you, but I do care about my kohai.”
“Then why don't you go console his ass?”
“'Cause it does shit for me to do that.” Ken sighed, stubbing his cigar on the concrete ground. “He's always easy-going, putting on that smile on his face. If it weren't for you, he'd have done well during practice that day, and he wouldn't be the mess he is right now.”
“Quit blaming me for all that shit. It's his choice to do that.”
“You don't know, do you? You're so fucking smart, reading all those scientific journals and bantering with the professors during lecture. But when it comes to people, you're nothing but a naïve dumbass. You think everything's in black and white. It's either right or wrong. The answer can only be yes or no. People aren't chess pieces on the board that will eat or be eaten; people are more complicated than that.”
“That's---.”
“Go ahead and reject the world to read all your books and journals. Go ahead and see what equations it takes to figure out how to solve this problem. All that reading and living inside your own cocoon won't tell you how it feels to really be in love. It won't tell you how it feels to be rejected.”
“You don't know what you're talking about.”
“Let me tell 'ya something. When you're in love, it fucks you in the head.” Ken pointed at his temple. “You don't want it to, and you try all your best to tamper it down, but it just keeps fucking you and fucking you 'till you don't know what to do anymore.”
“Why are you telling me all this?”
“If you don't give a shit about Yamamoto, then stop playing around with him. Tell him straight out to stop.”
Gokudera remained quiet. He didn't really feel that way about Yamamoto, ...or did he? He recalled the pain in his chest when he saw the hurt and melancholy in those amber eyes. He vividly remembered the warmth of calloused hands holding him, touching him, caressing him with such gentleness, as if he was the most precious thing in the world. The silverette rubbed his temples.
Ken raised an eyebrow. He jeered, “Oh? Can't do it?”
“Shut up. It's not that.”
“Right.” Ken smirked. He turned his heel then headed toward the exit. “Well, don't stay too long. Look's like the storm's getting worse.”
Gokudera ignored the senior. He just watched the droplets of rain drip from the edge of the canopy onto the concrete ground.
XXX
Haru held the two boxes of bento like they were made of crystal. She'd spent all morning at the dorm making them for her one special someone. She took a nervous breath. She knew, on this cold, rainy morning, that today was the day she'd officially spill her true feelings and ask him out to the dance party.
That's right, Haru. she told herself. True love will prevail!
Her fist tightened around her umbrella handle as she stood outside a Namimori College dorm building. With a minute of hesitation, she entered the building, made a swift left on the first corridor, then determinedly knocked on the door labeled “104.”
What if he's not home? What if he doesn't answer? Wait... no, no. NO negative thoughts...
She waited a moment, realizing that it was quiet inside the dorm, before raising her fist to knock again. Before her knuckle hit the wood, the door swung open, revealing a disheveled, half-naked Tsuna.
“H-Haru!?” his voice stuttered in surprise.
Ha-hiiii!!! the girl's inner voice exclaimed. “Uh, um.--- G-good morning, Tsuna-kun!” she greeted, trying to pry her eyes off of such a blinding sight.
Tsuna kept looking back inside the dorm, then to his guest at the front door. His hair was spiked in all directions, and his eyes were glassy and red, as if he hadn't slept in days.
Did he just come from the showers? No, he is completely dry... Did I wake him up? Haru's mind thought. She could feel a nosebleed coming in. She really needed to give him the bento with the love letter then run.
“Er, how are you, Haru? Do you need something?” Tsuna asked.
“Tsuna-kun,” she said nervously. “I have something for... for...” Her voice trailed off and her breath got stuck in her throat. She suddenly noticed something odd - something very disconcerting. All Haru could do was stare at an evident purple-red bruise on her crush's torso - conveniently located right above his left nipple.
“Haru?” Tsuna asked innocently, his eyebrows starting to furrow with worry.
Haru continued to stare until her numbness was interrupted by a deep voice coming from somewhere inside the dorm.
“What are you doing?” a familiar voice asked from inside the room.
Tsuna looked back. “Um, uh, just someone at the door...”
Haru didn't bother to stay long enough to see the other person. She wasn't stupid. She could put two and two together to know where she stood.
“S-sorry to bother you,” she said quickly, hoping her crush didn't notice how her voice shook. She gave a fake smile. “It's really nothing... I forgot I have something to do. See you...”
The last thing she saw was Tsuna blinking at her in confusion and ignorance. Haru turned her heel and walked briskly away before the tears started streaming down her face.
XXX
She walked slowly, with her right hand holding the umbrella, and her left arm cradling uneaten bento boxes. Her vision remained blurry from tear-laden eyelashes, even though she stopped crying a while ago. She found an empty park bench close to her campus. The seat was wet, but she sat on it anyway. She settled the bento boxes on her lap, one blue and one pink. The blue one had a small heart-printed envelope taped on its lid. She wanted to throw both of them into the river.
Haru wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve one last time. Maybe it was for the best she didn't say anything. She never confirmed if Tsuna had a special someone already. It's not as if he ever initiated wanting to see or speak with her. She started looking back and thinking that the hope was all in her head.
Stupid woman, he doesn't want to go! Gokudera's gruff voice echoed in her memory.
“It still hurts though,” she sniffed to herself as she somberly watched a sprinkle of rain soak through the heart-printed envelope.
“HARU!” a voice interrupted her thoughts. She suddenly felt hands on her shoulders frantically shaking her.
Haru was surprised to see Yamamoto in front of her. He was wearing nothing but hastily worn jeans and unlaced sneakers. He was soaking wet from head to toe, with a naked upper body glistening with droplets of rain running down that nice athletic torso...
Oh my God... Haru's mind thought, feeling another threat of nosebleed coming on. She was getting dizzy from an over-stimulating morning.
“Haru!!” Yamamoto said, still shaking her. “Have you seen Gokudera!?”
Haru shook her head hard to clear her green-minded thoughts. Now is not the time for this! her conscience firmly stated.
“N-no, I haven't,” she replied. She observed Yamamoto's bloodshot eyes and desperate countenance. “Ha-hiii! Yamamoto, what happened to you? It's freezing out!” She stood up, holding the umbrella under both of them. “Are you Ok?”
Yamamoto's eyes glistened. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. To Haru, he didn't have to. Despite the lack of words, she understood the burdened silence, as the soft pitter-patter of the rain was enough to let both their feelings of sadness be known.
Without further conversation, Yamamoto settled his head on Haru's shoulder. The girl felt moisture seep through the cloth of her shirt and knew that it wasn't because of the rain.
XXX
End of Chapter.
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Angst warning.
b. Random note - I hope Yama comes back into the manga soon :(
c. Enjoy ;)
Cross the Line 8
“Holy. Shit.” were the first words that came out of the Storm guardian's mouth that morning. He didn't yell, scream, or throw a tantrum. He simply breathed the words out, as if fearing that a commotion would wake the slumbering form next to him. Not that he cared to wake him up or anything.
Gokudera sat up quickly, then placed a hand on his throbbing head as he rapidly recalled the events of the night before. Yes, there was alcohol; and yes, there was some blond prick who picked a fight with him. Then things started getting kind of fuzzy in the middle, but cleared up at the end. Unfortunately for him, the most vivid moment in his mind was the mind-blowing orgasm he experienced with his absolute least favorite person.
The person lying next to him mumbled unintelligibly then shifted to sleep on his stomach. A long, lanky arm unconsciously draped across the silverette's lap. Gokudera flushed as he noticed the red welts strewn across the other man's naked back.
You asked for it. the Storm guardian's conscience whispered.
Gokudera glared at the Rain guardian's sleeping face. He looked so calm, with lips slightly parted and breathing soft, warm breaths in a steady rhythm. Gokudera wanted to shove explosives down those sexy lips. He wanted to refute the claim that he asked for it. He wanted to argue with his annoying inner self that he hated it; that the idiot coerced him into doing such things. Yet, he couldn't. The slumbering face looked so innocent and unguarded... and so honest.
He's honest, but he doesn't act on it.
He's an idiot.
That's 'cause he'll do anything as long as you ask him to.
It's the alcohol.
You asked for it again, and again... and again...
Gokudera felt the blood drain from his face. He swiftly slid out of bed and nearly stumbled to the floor. He cursed softly, feeling the slight pain on his backside. He held the edge of the bed to steady himself. All he could think of was that he wanted to run away. Emotions spread through his gut like fire; it scared the living shit out of him.
He immediately pulled on some clothes and a black skull-printed hoodie. Despite the dark clouds rolling in the sky, he just wanted to get away and clear his head with some nicotine.
XXXX
The library was Gokudera's safe haven, but the rooftop was his one place where he could get a moment's peace. There was a canopy that was perfect for smoking, even if the fall rain poured at an unforgivable pace.
Gokudera looked forward to his moment of peace, but was fiercely disappointed as he reached the top of the stairs leading to the roof.
Gokudera gave a sigh of exasperation. “Great. I thought all baseball idiots don't smoke.” He rolled his eyes at the figure taking his spot. Despite the lack of vacancy, he leaned against the wall a few feet away from the baseball senior.
Ken snorted. “We're not supposed to.”
“You don't seem like a rule-breaker,” Gokudera stated, taking out his lighter.
“Nobody is what they seem to be.”
“Whatever.”
“Hypocrite. You're not as uncaring as you think.”
“Are you picking a fight?”
“Go ahead. You can barely walk anyway.”
Gokudera's cheeks pinked. He breathed in a huge puff of smoke, frustrated that he couldn't think of a snarky come-back, since the statement was true. His back hurt, and his insides were sore as hell. It annoyed him even more that the pain was kind of satisfying in a really weird, masochistic way. A low, bellow of lightning rumbled in the air as droplets of rain continued to wet the entire area. The chaotic weather was oddly calming his nerves just a little.
Ken laughed, “I don't even know why you're here. Why don't you just go back and quit bullshitting yourself?”
“What's it to you?”
“I don't care what happens to you, but I do care about my kohai.”
“Then why don't you go console his ass?”
“'Cause it does shit for me to do that.” Ken sighed, stubbing his cigar on the concrete ground. “He's always easy-going, putting on that smile on his face. If it weren't for you, he'd have done well during practice that day, and he wouldn't be the mess he is right now.”
“Quit blaming me for all that shit. It's his choice to do that.”
“You don't know, do you? You're so fucking smart, reading all those scientific journals and bantering with the professors during lecture. But when it comes to people, you're nothing but a naïve dumbass. You think everything's in black and white. It's either right or wrong. The answer can only be yes or no. People aren't chess pieces on the board that will eat or be eaten; people are more complicated than that.”
“That's---.”
“Go ahead and reject the world to read all your books and journals. Go ahead and see what equations it takes to figure out how to solve this problem. All that reading and living inside your own cocoon won't tell you how it feels to really be in love. It won't tell you how it feels to be rejected.”
“You don't know what you're talking about.”
“Let me tell 'ya something. When you're in love, it fucks you in the head.” Ken pointed at his temple. “You don't want it to, and you try all your best to tamper it down, but it just keeps fucking you and fucking you 'till you don't know what to do anymore.”
“Why are you telling me all this?”
“If you don't give a shit about Yamamoto, then stop playing around with him. Tell him straight out to stop.”
Gokudera remained quiet. He didn't really feel that way about Yamamoto, ...or did he? He recalled the pain in his chest when he saw the hurt and melancholy in those amber eyes. He vividly remembered the warmth of calloused hands holding him, touching him, caressing him with such gentleness, as if he was the most precious thing in the world. The silverette rubbed his temples.
Ken raised an eyebrow. He jeered, “Oh? Can't do it?”
“Shut up. It's not that.”
“Right.” Ken smirked. He turned his heel then headed toward the exit. “Well, don't stay too long. Look's like the storm's getting worse.”
Gokudera ignored the senior. He just watched the droplets of rain drip from the edge of the canopy onto the concrete ground.
XXX
Haru held the two boxes of bento like they were made of crystal. She'd spent all morning at the dorm making them for her one special someone. She took a nervous breath. She knew, on this cold, rainy morning, that today was the day she'd officially spill her true feelings and ask him out to the dance party.
That's right, Haru. she told herself. True love will prevail!
Her fist tightened around her umbrella handle as she stood outside a Namimori College dorm building. With a minute of hesitation, she entered the building, made a swift left on the first corridor, then determinedly knocked on the door labeled “104.”
What if he's not home? What if he doesn't answer? Wait... no, no. NO negative thoughts...
She waited a moment, realizing that it was quiet inside the dorm, before raising her fist to knock again. Before her knuckle hit the wood, the door swung open, revealing a disheveled, half-naked Tsuna.
“H-Haru!?” his voice stuttered in surprise.
Ha-hiiii!!! the girl's inner voice exclaimed. “Uh, um.--- G-good morning, Tsuna-kun!” she greeted, trying to pry her eyes off of such a blinding sight.
Tsuna kept looking back inside the dorm, then to his guest at the front door. His hair was spiked in all directions, and his eyes were glassy and red, as if he hadn't slept in days.
Did he just come from the showers? No, he is completely dry... Did I wake him up? Haru's mind thought. She could feel a nosebleed coming in. She really needed to give him the bento with the love letter then run.
“Er, how are you, Haru? Do you need something?” Tsuna asked.
“Tsuna-kun,” she said nervously. “I have something for... for...” Her voice trailed off and her breath got stuck in her throat. She suddenly noticed something odd - something very disconcerting. All Haru could do was stare at an evident purple-red bruise on her crush's torso - conveniently located right above his left nipple.
“Haru?” Tsuna asked innocently, his eyebrows starting to furrow with worry.
Haru continued to stare until her numbness was interrupted by a deep voice coming from somewhere inside the dorm.
“What are you doing?” a familiar voice asked from inside the room.
Tsuna looked back. “Um, uh, just someone at the door...”
Haru didn't bother to stay long enough to see the other person. She wasn't stupid. She could put two and two together to know where she stood.
“S-sorry to bother you,” she said quickly, hoping her crush didn't notice how her voice shook. She gave a fake smile. “It's really nothing... I forgot I have something to do. See you...”
The last thing she saw was Tsuna blinking at her in confusion and ignorance. Haru turned her heel and walked briskly away before the tears started streaming down her face.
XXX
She walked slowly, with her right hand holding the umbrella, and her left arm cradling uneaten bento boxes. Her vision remained blurry from tear-laden eyelashes, even though she stopped crying a while ago. She found an empty park bench close to her campus. The seat was wet, but she sat on it anyway. She settled the bento boxes on her lap, one blue and one pink. The blue one had a small heart-printed envelope taped on its lid. She wanted to throw both of them into the river.
Haru wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve one last time. Maybe it was for the best she didn't say anything. She never confirmed if Tsuna had a special someone already. It's not as if he ever initiated wanting to see or speak with her. She started looking back and thinking that the hope was all in her head.
Stupid woman, he doesn't want to go! Gokudera's gruff voice echoed in her memory.
“It still hurts though,” she sniffed to herself as she somberly watched a sprinkle of rain soak through the heart-printed envelope.
“HARU!” a voice interrupted her thoughts. She suddenly felt hands on her shoulders frantically shaking her.
Haru was surprised to see Yamamoto in front of her. He was wearing nothing but hastily worn jeans and unlaced sneakers. He was soaking wet from head to toe, with a naked upper body glistening with droplets of rain running down that nice athletic torso...
Oh my God... Haru's mind thought, feeling another threat of nosebleed coming on. She was getting dizzy from an over-stimulating morning.
“Haru!!” Yamamoto said, still shaking her. “Have you seen Gokudera!?”
Haru shook her head hard to clear her green-minded thoughts. Now is not the time for this! her conscience firmly stated.
“N-no, I haven't,” she replied. She observed Yamamoto's bloodshot eyes and desperate countenance. “Ha-hiii! Yamamoto, what happened to you? It's freezing out!” She stood up, holding the umbrella under both of them. “Are you Ok?”
Yamamoto's eyes glistened. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. To Haru, he didn't have to. Despite the lack of words, she understood the burdened silence, as the soft pitter-patter of the rain was enough to let both their feelings of sadness be known.
Without further conversation, Yamamoto settled his head on Haru's shoulder. The girl felt moisture seep through the cloth of her shirt and knew that it wasn't because of the rain.
XXX
End of Chapter.