More Reborn stuff~!
Title: Promises of Paradise
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Words: 388
Prompt: “I would be lying if I said I didn’t care.”
Characters/Pairings: Yamamoto, Gokudera
Summary: When it storms, the rain turns into a downpour. But after a storm, what was truly needed was the serenity of that gently falling rain. Nothing more.
Author’s notes: Speed-ficcing with
bellumina .
Nights were rather calm, the most tranquil part of long days that slowly faded into the dark rapture of night. Yamamoto Takeshi loved the night like he loved rain. For its peace, if nothing else, it held a special place in his heart. The stars were the best part, though, those small specks of light that could be found in the darkness. They, to him, symbolized hope, a hope that everything was going to be all right. Even if he was ten years in the future with no way home, even if he was lost and weary and beaten to the ground, those small specks of light always kept him going like nothing else could. Because if he lived through another day, got through it successfully and without fail, then he could see that light again.
Gokudera had laughed at him when he had shared this bit of information. Takeshi had never had problems saying what was on his mind and the words had effortlessly rolled off his tongue, words he would have thought Gokudera could have understood. Gokudera, after all, was the smart one out of their group - or so he kept reminding them. Despite the laughter, or maybe because of it, Takeshi had realized how much Gokudera Hayato hid himself away from the world. Perhaps it was out of fear of getting hurt if he opened his heart too much, or perhaps it was just that stubborn nature of his. Takeshi wasn’t sure the reason, but he knew that he wouldn’t let things stay like that. Each and every night, he would drag Gokudera out into the pitch black sanctuary that would surround them. And each and every night, he would promise him the same thing.
“We’ll find a way home because that’s where we belong. Just like those stars, we’ll find our rightful place and that’s where we’ll stay.”
He wasn’t sure if Gokudera believed him, but it was a start. Even if only a little, belief could do wonders for the soul. Someday, Gokudera would be able to accept and understand and stop resenting, but until then - Yamamoto Takeshi would be Yamamoto Takeshi. He would be calm and accepting because that was just who he was. Like the night and the rain, tranquility suited him. And tranquility was what one needed after a rowdy storm.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Words: 388
Prompt: “I would be lying if I said I didn’t care.”
Characters/Pairings: Yamamoto, Gokudera
Summary: When it storms, the rain turns into a downpour. But after a storm, what was truly needed was the serenity of that gently falling rain. Nothing more.
Author’s notes: Speed-ficcing with
bellumina .
Nights were rather calm, the most tranquil part of long days that slowly faded into the dark rapture of night. Yamamoto Takeshi loved the night like he loved rain. For its peace, if nothing else, it held a special place in his heart. The stars were the best part, though, those small specks of light that could be found in the darkness. They, to him, symbolized hope, a hope that everything was going to be all right. Even if he was ten years in the future with no way home, even if he was lost and weary and beaten to the ground, those small specks of light always kept him going like nothing else could. Because if he lived through another day, got through it successfully and without fail, then he could see that light again.
Gokudera had laughed at him when he had shared this bit of information. Takeshi had never had problems saying what was on his mind and the words had effortlessly rolled off his tongue, words he would have thought Gokudera could have understood. Gokudera, after all, was the smart one out of their group - or so he kept reminding them. Despite the laughter, or maybe because of it, Takeshi had realized how much Gokudera Hayato hid himself away from the world. Perhaps it was out of fear of getting hurt if he opened his heart too much, or perhaps it was just that stubborn nature of his. Takeshi wasn’t sure the reason, but he knew that he wouldn’t let things stay like that. Each and every night, he would drag Gokudera out into the pitch black sanctuary that would surround them. And each and every night, he would promise him the same thing.
“We’ll find a way home because that’s where we belong. Just like those stars, we’ll find our rightful place and that’s where we’ll stay.”
He wasn’t sure if Gokudera believed him, but it was a start. Even if only a little, belief could do wonders for the soul. Someday, Gokudera would be able to accept and understand and stop resenting, but until then - Yamamoto Takeshi would be Yamamoto Takeshi. He would be calm and accepting because that was just who he was. Like the night and the rain, tranquility suited him. And tranquility was what one needed after a rowdy storm.