Double the ficcage, double the stupidosity!
Sorry for the wait. I've been a bit busy lately. Damn you, college! *shakes fist*
Anyhoo, let me now grace your patient selves with continued YamaGoku goodness...
Title: Song Remains The Same (Parts 3 & 4/6)
Universe: Reborn!
Pairings/Characters: TYL!Yama/Young!Goku, mentioned TYL!Yama/TYL!Goku, misinterpreted TYL!Squalo/TYL!Yama, mentioned Tsuna/Basil, mentioned Reborn/Colonello, mentioned TYL!Lal Milch/TYL!Kyoko (yes, you read right)
Summary: Even when you're with the future version of your (though you would never admit it to anyone with a pulse) object d'affection, some things never quite change. Especially when you're lost with him, your boss, your boss' tutor, and your boss' tutor's associate in the woods.
Rating: R
Warnings: Smexing, crackiness, general stupidity. Spoilers for the current story arc.
Notes: Written in honor of all those I left behind during my hiatus from the Reborn fandom. You know who you are! Also, this pairing is quite illegal but so damned hot. Beware of Pottymouth!Gokudera, Evil!Fangirl!Lal, and Snarky!Tsuna.
III. My Funny Baseball Freak
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
FUCK!!!
How dare he...how dare he have the nerve to fucking run off with that...that goddamned arrogant, prissy Varia son of a bitch?!
Fucking leave me for him?!
For five whole years?!
Is the freak fucking out of his mind?!
Why, damn you?!
Just...why?!
These thoughts went through Gokudera's mind as he ran through the forest at top speed, tears stinging at his eyes like the thorny, jagged branches whipping at his arms and legs. They clawed and gnawed at his clothing, just as the tears did the same, struggling to their freedom from his eyelids. The rain slapped and spat at him, tarnishing his hair a dull pewter from its normal silver.
Shit!
Now I'm going to be all fucking worried when---well, more like if---we get back to our time period. When will he leave? Will he leave as soon as we return? Will I return only to find that he's gone? Or will it happen later?
Fuck...either way, it's still gonna happen. And it's gonna happen when I least expect it.
Five years...five years without him...
That...that fucking scares me.
What the fuck am I going to do during those five years? I'm gonna go fucking insane. I would never admit it to anyone, much less him, but I...I've grown attached to his stupid jock ass. I like it when he's around. I like it when he's with me.
I like him.
But he thinks I hate him. And he's never gonna know that I like him for five fucking years.
Goddamn it.
I've been wanting to tell him for a while now, but it never comes out of me. It's like...the words are trapped inside of me. No matter how hard I try, I can't release them.
"Hayato!" Adult Yamamoto's voice in the distance, breaking through to Gokudera like the rays of moonlight through the treetops. The aforementioned demolitions freak got to running faster, kicking up a small whirlwind of leaves and dirt behind him as his feet plowed into the ground. He had little to no idea where he planned on running to, but he knew he sure as hell couldn't face the former baseball player after he made such a revelation.
Gokudera didn't want to see Yamamoto's face if he knew he probably wouldn't see it the next day. Or the day thereafter. Or----to hell with it. There was no point in being with Yamamoto if he couldn't be with him every day, with no worries.
And that's when the explosives expert tripped over a log, flying facefirst into the leaf-strewn ground. He had built up so much speed and momentum from running that he bounced and rolled around for a bit, eventually coming to a stop near some thorny shrubs a few feet away. He simply lay there, turning on his side a little.
I just can't believe any of this...
"Hayato! Are you alright?!"
Seeing the prone Gokudera on the ground, Adult Yamamoto quickly ran over to him. He was about to help the ashen-haired teen to his feet until the latter got up on his own and promptly slapped him squarely across the face.
"Don't fucking touch me, asshole." Gokudera growled, stumbling away from the former baseball player and wiping tears from his eyes.
Adult Yamamoto simply stood there, seemingly unaffected by the blow. "This is your problem exactly, Hayato." He said quietly. "You never share your feelings with me."
"I don't remember us being on a first-name basis!" Gokudera snarled. His voice cracked as he struggled to keep his tears under control. "And I don't fucking need to share my fucking feelings with anyone, much less you!"
"Then..." the former baseball player began, "...why are you crying?"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Hayato, will you please let me explain myself?"
"No! I fucking hate you, Yamamoto! Therefore, save me your fucking bullshit! You've fucked up enough! First you fucking run off and go up against that goddamn Squalo asshole without fucking telling me, then you have the nerve to almost die on me fighting him, and now you tell me that you're going to be gone from my life for five fucking goddamn years because of him?! I hate you, dammit!" Gokudera cried, his voice wavering with his sobbing. "Get the hell away from me! I don't want to ever look at you again! If he means that fucking much to you, then go to him!"
Adult Yamamoto blinked at the hysterical explosives expert. "Hayato...are you under the impression that I have feelings for Squalo?"
"I don't know anymore!" Gokudera yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "Since it seems like you're breaking yourself for him!"
The former baseball player then started laughing. The silver-haired youth stormed up to him and grabbed him by the arms, clenching his fingers vise-like around them.
"Oh, and you think me fucking crying my eyes out for you is funny now?!" The demolitions freak demanded, his voice still quaking uncontrollably. "Do you even understand what I'm trying to get at here?!"
Adult Yamamoto stopped laughing then. He looked down at Gokudera, who was breathing heavily and trembling before him. "...No." He replied. "No, I don't. On both counts."
Gokudera's grip on the former baseball player's arms loosened considerably, but he would not release him. The ashen-haired teen suddenly slumped forward and buried his face in Adult Yamamoto's chest, pressing himself against the latter's larger frame. At the contact he seemed to almost instantaneously relax; he stopped trembling and his breathing returned to normal, save for his continued sobbing.
"Will you tell me what you're trying to say?" Adult Yamamoto asked, running his hand through the damp strands of silver hair.
"...I don't want you to leave me." Gokudera muttered.
"But I thought you never wanted to see me again."
The demolitions freak looked up at him. "...And you really believe that?"
"I don't know." The former baseball player replied, returning his gaze. "Since for ten years you've pushed me away."
Gokudera looked down at the ground. "...I'm sorry."
"Anything else you'd like to say?"
"I'll go insane when your past self leaves me. I don't want him to go."
Adult Yamamoto wrapped his arms around Gokudera. "But he must..." he began, "...if he wants to be strong enough to protect you. I don't want what Belphegor did to you to happen another time. I was weak then, and I couldn't stop blaming myself for not having your back. That's why I left. And I'm sorry for hurting you by doing so. I would never do such a thing on purpose, you know that."
The ashen-haired teen laughed a little. "Yeah, I do. Thanks...Takeshi."
The former baseball player blinked and cocked his head a little to the side. "I thought we weren't on a first-name basis?" He asked, confused.
Gokudera laughed a bit, then smiled up at him. "And we won't be for a while." He replied. "Today is just an exception."
Adult Yamamoto laughed. "Of course." He said.
The explosives expert suddenly returned the former baseball player's embrace. "But there's one more thing I want to say."
"And that is...?"
"...I like you." Gokudera's green eyes now burned into Adult Yamamoto's brown ones. "And in time, I'll love you."
Adult Yamamoto put a hand on the ashen-haired teen's cheek, brushing it out of his face. "...I love you too." He said quietly, pulling the demolitions freak closer and capturing the latter's lips in a gentle but passionate kiss. Gokudera returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around the former's baseball player's neck. He opened his mouth a little, granting the latter's tongue entry.
IV. Confess Or Die (Trying Not To)
"These are the rules." Reborn stated to Lal Milch and Tsuna while they sat around the campfire. "I'm going to deal everyone seven cards. We'll each line up the cards we set down, with myself putting down a card first."
Lal nodded, encouraging her fellow Arcobaleno to go on. Tsuna, on the other hand, had "OBJECTION!" written all over his face as he raised an eyebrow at the aforementioned pint-sized Mafioso.
"Wait a second." The spiky-haired Vongola X said. "This reeks of red herring. How come you get to go first?"
"I'm the one providing the cards." Reborn replied plainly, shuffling the deck of such. "It's only right."
Tsuna only narrowed his eyes at the former, still very much suspicious.
"So, what's the point of this game, anyhow?" Lal asked.
"Well, whoever puts down the lowest-value card out of the three we'll put down in total has to answer a very personal question, asked by the player with the highest-value card." The fedora-wearing baby assassin said. "This will go on until my entire deck is spent. Whoever puts down the last card has to go and check on Yamamoto and Gokudera...wherever they are."
"Huh." Lal said, now looking rather interested.
Tsuna went purple.
"...WHAT?!" He yelped.
"And those are the rules." Reborn finished while dealing out the cards.
Tsuna began to rub his temples and take deep breaths at the same time. "This is like some...glorified version of Truth or Dare!" He grumbled. "Except the dare applies to everyone!"
Reborn looked up at his aforementioned charge. "You have a problem with that?" He asked.
"Of course I do!" Tsuna cried. "What if Lal-san and I want to keep our secrets to oursel------"
The spiky-haired Vongola X was cut off when the female Arcobaleno member said rather calmly, "----I don't mind. It's not as if anyone else we know is here...or rather, here at the moment..." at this statement she scanned around the forest for signs of Adult Yamamoto and/or Gokudera.
Tsuna sighed forlornly. "...Am I the only sensible person around here?" He mumbled to himself. "Oh, who am I kidding...of course I am! I always have been!"
After a few seconds, he sighed again. "And I can't believe I just answered my own question..."
"A great man once said, 'revealing your innermost secrets is like spreading your buttcheeks in the middle of a crowded street'." Reborn said sagely, ignoring his student's micro-soliloquy. "...Or something like that. Anyway, are you playing or not? I'm done dealing."
Lal snickered.
"Yeah, yeah whatever you say..." Tsuna groaned in defeat, taking his hand.
Then he looked up at the pint-sized Mafioso incredulously. "Hold on! I've heard that statement before! Have you been secretly reading my manga?!" He asked in shock. "Because I could've sworn it was Sorachi-sensei who said that, only he said that in regards to having his manga released-----"
Reborn quickly pointed an Uzi at the spiky-haired Vongola X. The latter quickly blanched and wisely decided not to continue his (rather smartassed) statement.
Lal snickered again.
Reborn put down an ace of clubs, Lal put down a jack of spades, and Tsuna put down a 10 of hearts.
"I knew it..." the fledgling Mafioso muttered, facefaulting. Lal smirked at him.
"Okay, Tsuna..." Reborn began, "...how far have you gotten with Basil?"
"Ooh..." Lal drawled, giving the spiky-haired Vongola X a rather lecherous grin.
The latter went the color of an exploding strawberry. "What?!" He demanded wildly.
"I did say we were going to ask each other very personal questions." Reborn said, looking at his aforementioned charge.
"But...that's too personal!" Tsuna spluttered.
"Come on, come on, come on, tell us! I wanna know!" Lal squealed, all sparkly shoujo manga-eyed.
"...No!!!" The fledgling Mafioso yelped, shooting the female Arcobaleno a look.
The pint-sized Mafioso raised the Uzi again. "Take note of how close this gun is to your head." He said flatly. "Now spill it."
Tsuna gulped loudly; indeed, said weapon was at a pretty disconcerting proximity to his forehead. "F...fine!" He stammered. "H...he...Basil, I mean...he and I...he and I have..."
Lal and Reborn both peered closely at their spiky-haired superior, encouraging him to go on.
Said Vongola X turned purple as he yelled desperately, "yes, he and I HAVE had SEX!!!"
The two Arcobaleno members looked at one another knowingly. After his outburst, Tsuna curled himself into a tiny ball whilst whimpering forlornly to himself.
"I thought so." Reborn said thoughfully. "I remember hearing odd noises coming from your room that one night you told me to sleep elsewhere when Basil came over."
Tsuna became as alert as chubby kid spotting a freshly-made cake on the kitchen counter. "W...we were that loud?!" He screeched.
"Well, yes." The pint-sized Mafioso replied. "You moan like a woman."
Lal cackled. "So you're bottom, Vongola X?!" She asked incredulously.
The spiky-haired Mafia boss went indigo. "Shut up!" He retorted.
To Reborn, he demanded, "and how the hell would you of all people know what that sounds like?!"
"I have seen and heard many, many things throughout my life in the business." Reborn said, pulling his hat over his head a little. "Okay, next round."
Reborn: queen of diamonds, Lal: 7 of spades, Tsuna: king of hearts.
"My revenge!" The aforementioned fledgling Mafioso said triumphantly. "Lal-san, you got lowest, so let me ask you this: are you into guys or girls?"
"Good question." Reborn commented, looking at his female comrade.
"Girls." Lal said, her face betraying nothing; in fact, she had a proud smile spread across her face all the while.
"Hm." Reborn mused. Tsuna gaped at her with his mouth opening and closing like a trout.
"In fact, I've had my eye on that one friend of yours, Vongola X---err, what was her name---ah, Kyoko-chan. She's really quite cute, and she's got a nice rack. I remember when she babysitted me as a child, and when she held me to her chest, it was like heaven!" Lal exclaimed triumphantly, her proud grin evolving into a rather sleazy leer. "I'd make her mine in an instant!"
Tsuna retched a little and looked away from the female Arcobaleno member. "...And this is coming from an eleven-year-old!" He croaked to himself.
"Really, you're too quick to get riled up." Reborn said.
"What?!" Lal demanded, pouting at her smaller comrade. "I was only telling the truth!"
"Well, thank you for your honesty..." Tsuna muttered under his breath.
The aforementioned female Arcobaleno glared daggers at him. "At least I'd be on top, unlike a certain Vongola boss I know!" She retorted.
The spiky-haired Vongola X felt a wave of nausea run through him at the mere thought of that.
"Now, now, settle down." Reborn mildly scolded. "Third round."
Reborn: 2 of hearts, Lal: ace of diamonds, Tsuna: 4 of spades.
"Huh." The aforementioned pint-sized Mafioso said. "I wasn't expecting that..."
Lal and Tsuna only grinned evilly at one another.
"Reborn..." the female Arcobaleno began, "...Is it true that you and that idiot Colonello have something going on with one another...?"