[closed, in progress]
Characters: Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato
Date/Time: Tuesday 20 Jan 2009 / Afternoon.
Location: The park, Gokudera's apartment
Rating: PG-13 (for possible language)
Summary: Gokudera meets an old partner he's not sure he wants to deal with...
If he wasn't almost a hundred percent certain that it had been the boss that had assigned Yamamoto to join him in the city, he would had immediately filed a complaint. He was certain though, and instead he'd opted for the belief that the Baseball Idiot had changed in the few years it had been since they were partners in Namimori. So far, he'd seen no proof of any change in the other Guardian though. The idiot didn't even know where he was in the city!
Luckily, his apartment wasn't far from the park in the centre of the city and he only had to endure a short bus journey to get there. The problem was, the park was pretty damn big, and there was a chance that Yamamoto wasn't going to be here. He'd been walking for at least ten minutes now, and was on his second cigarette, and he still hadn't spotted him.
“Trees. Fucking trees. Couldn't have given me anything better than trees?” He knew he shouldn't grumble away to himself in public like that, but it was a habit you developed while working and living on your own that was hard to kick even in the company of others.
At this point, he was beginning to hope he didn't find the other man. Chances were likely he was going to have to make room in the apartment for him, and living with an idiot wasn't something he liked the idea of one bit. Just as he was getting his hopes up though, he rounded a corner on the path and heaved a heavy sigh, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. There was the idiot, sitting there, smiling away and staring into space like nothing else mattered - right then Gokudera decided that the other knew exactly where he was in relation to the train station (he had to get into the city somehow, and there wasn't an airport nearby that didn't require a train to get into the city) and that he'd just wanted him to come looking for him. How typical.
Instead of approaching him right away though, he stood on the path, smoking the rest of his cigarette, scrutinizing the swordsman. Even from here he could see that he'd gotten taller (which irritated him, just when he thought he might have some height on him) and his face had elongated a little (while he was stuck with his baby face) and his hair needed a little cut, but he didn't really look that different.
Flicking his cigarette butt away, he lit up another before walking to stand in front of Yamamoto. “Do you enjoy having people search for you?” His hands were on his hips as he asked, a brow raised in an expression that was rather different from the permanent frown he'd had three years ago.
Date/Time: Tuesday 20 Jan 2009 / Afternoon.
Location: The park, Gokudera's apartment
Rating: PG-13 (for possible language)
Summary: Gokudera meets an old partner he's not sure he wants to deal with...
If he wasn't almost a hundred percent certain that it had been the boss that had assigned Yamamoto to join him in the city, he would had immediately filed a complaint. He was certain though, and instead he'd opted for the belief that the Baseball Idiot had changed in the few years it had been since they were partners in Namimori. So far, he'd seen no proof of any change in the other Guardian though. The idiot didn't even know where he was in the city!
Luckily, his apartment wasn't far from the park in the centre of the city and he only had to endure a short bus journey to get there. The problem was, the park was pretty damn big, and there was a chance that Yamamoto wasn't going to be here. He'd been walking for at least ten minutes now, and was on his second cigarette, and he still hadn't spotted him.
“Trees. Fucking trees. Couldn't have given me anything better than trees?” He knew he shouldn't grumble away to himself in public like that, but it was a habit you developed while working and living on your own that was hard to kick even in the company of others.
At this point, he was beginning to hope he didn't find the other man. Chances were likely he was going to have to make room in the apartment for him, and living with an idiot wasn't something he liked the idea of one bit. Just as he was getting his hopes up though, he rounded a corner on the path and heaved a heavy sigh, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. There was the idiot, sitting there, smiling away and staring into space like nothing else mattered - right then Gokudera decided that the other knew exactly where he was in relation to the train station (he had to get into the city somehow, and there wasn't an airport nearby that didn't require a train to get into the city) and that he'd just wanted him to come looking for him. How typical.
Instead of approaching him right away though, he stood on the path, smoking the rest of his cigarette, scrutinizing the swordsman. Even from here he could see that he'd gotten taller (which irritated him, just when he thought he might have some height on him) and his face had elongated a little (while he was stuck with his baby face) and his hair needed a little cut, but he didn't really look that different.
Flicking his cigarette butt away, he lit up another before walking to stand in front of Yamamoto. “Do you enjoy having people search for you?” His hands were on his hips as he asked, a brow raised in an expression that was rather different from the permanent frown he'd had three years ago.