Through His Eyes Chapter 5
Chapter 5- Punishments
The silver haired teen pulled the loose jeans back up before preparing to leave and head back to Yamamoto’s house, when a hand grabbed his arm stopping him from moving any further towards the door.
“What the fuck Yamamoto, get the hell off me” Gokudera yelled whilst struggling to get free of the vice grip on his forearm.
“Sorry Gokudera but I can’t, I have to play by the rules to win this game” Yamamoto replied seriousness to his voice.
“What the hell, you were the one that cheated the most” Gokudera continued struggling making no progress as Yamamoto’s other hand grabbed his other arm.
“Hahaha I know I wasn’t expecting that, I guess I didn’t really understand the rules”
This came as no surprise to the bomber who spent many of his days attempting to teach the idiot basic math that even toddlers could probably grasp.
“What has your cheating got anything to do with me anyway” the storm guardian continued to yell at the taller boy, not caring that probably the entire block of apartments could hear him.
Yamamoto let go of the other boy’s arms and straightened up, scratching the back of his head and laughing a little to himself.
“Hahaha well your part of my punishment”
***
The journey back to Kokuyo park had been a long one, even though it was dark Tsuna had made the trip as long as possible, taking no short cuts, dreading the prospect of returning to the unfriendly building and reluctant company. Arriving he found that his two companions for the days ahead were out or already asleep, deciding it would be best to just follow their example and rest, the brunette headed to his room, locking the door securely before preparing for sleep.
Laying down on the makeshift bed, lumpy and uncomfortable he thought he’d never be able to drift off, but after waiting for what seemed like hours chocolate eyes closed and he found himself on a green meadow.
Despite knowing he was defiantly asleep, Tsuna felt a hand on his wrist, the small gesture calmed him down and he almost welcomed the touch after being without contact with anyone for what would be three days tomorrow. Of course he’d just been with them a few moments ago, his friends but seeing them for a few minutes or half an hour wasn’t really satisfactory when normally he got to see them everyday whenever he wanted.
“Welcome Tsunayoshi” a voice spoke close to his ear, a few silky strands of hair falling from the other persons face and brushing the brunette’s cheek.
“Mukuro” Tsuna whispered.
“Kfufufufu…”
***
“What the hell” Gokudera yelled voice getting a little higher every second.
“Reborn’s punishment, your part of it” Yamamoto said looking slightly confused at his friends reaction to the statement.
“How am I part of it” Gokudera sounded exasperated now, a little concerned on how he was involved in all this.
“Well I don’t really see how it’s a punishment but… I have to spend more time with you more specifically you have to stay here tonight with me hahaha”
The silver haired teen looked at the other trying to find out how he found this humorous at all in the slightest because he really didn’t find it funny not one little bit. Having to spend the night with this idiot was not on his to do list more like on his not to do list, especially as he had recently discovered that Yamamoto was indeed a pervert
“There’s only one bed though and that’s your couch so we must have to sleep together hahaha”
Yamamoto’s voice cut through his thoughts and the statement made Gokudera blush hard, having to turn away to hide it behind his hair, of course the idiot didn’t mean it like that but still it put wrong images into his head.
“What’s your punishment Gokudera?” the black haired boy asked as he began to lean over to get a better look at the piece of paper still in the shorter teen’s hand.
“None of your business” the storm guardian snapped pulling the paper close to his chest. “And I’m not staying here either” the silver-ette finished off.
“But Goku…” the other cut him off by turning away and striding towards the door attempting to escape the apartment.
A serious expression formed on the athletes face, slightly annoyed that his friend wouldn’t cooperate in the least with what Reborn was planning and god knows what the baby would do if they didn’t carry out their punishments but it probably had something to do with the luminous green gun he carried with him at all times. Only a few inches from the door a tan hand latched onto Gokudera’s shoulder hauling him backwards until he bumped into something warm and large and would probably have the name Yamamoto.
“What the fuck…” Gokudera began to yell but was interrupted.
“Maa Maa Gokudera calm down it’s only one night and I can help you with your punishment if you want” Yamamoto said in his usual happy tone but Gokudera sensed a slight seriousness to it as well, like it as more of an instruction or demand than a question. Before he could even attempt to struggle the silver haired teen felt arms wrap around his body pulling him closer and successfully making him blush, not that the taller of the two could see it.
“You can have the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor if you don’t want to share” Yamamoto said whilst resting his chin on the shorter boys shoulder.
Gokudera simply sighed in defeat, gently pushing the rain guardian off him and handing him the small slip of paper, he was too tired to care that he was acting out of character in front of his rival. Yamamoto just stared, mouth open and gaping at the submissive act, before a grin spread its way across his face. Turning the paper over in his hand onto the side with writing on it, Yamamoto read a single line, ‘dye your hair black’.
“Why…” Yamamoto began.
“Because it’ll make me look more like you” Gokudera answered him without listening to the rest of the question.
“But why…”
“Because I’m supposed to be you”
“But why”
Gokudera’s patience was really wearing thin at that moment, the repetition of the word why is irritating for anyone but especially for someone like the storm guardian with an extremely short fuse.
“Why what” he dared to ask anyway.
“Why is that a punishment?”
Gokudera just looked at him, he felt like wringing the others neck how could it not be a punishment, why the hell would someone like him want to look like Yamamoto a baseball idiot. Deciding it was best just to ignore the question; Gokudera began setting up the bed which was currently a couch whilst Yamamoto just stood back and watched him work. It was kind of annoying to have the brown eyes watching his every move and it began to really piss Gokudera off that the other boy wasn’t helping.
“Oi why the fuck aren’t you helping me set up the bed” Gokudera glared at the taller teen.
“O sorry Gokudera, I’ll help” Yamamoto said reaching over to pick up some of the blankets before pausing halfway, “Where’s my stuff” the black haired boy asked confused.
The storm guardian didn’t turn round to answer the question continuing with his work.
“I only have one bed; I don’t have a spare futon you’ll just have to share unless that’s a problem”
Neither of them said anything after that, both the teens trying to hide their faces from the other, as a clear pink flush adorned both their cheeks at the prospect of being so close to each other.
***
“Your guardians have been looking after my Chrome I should thank them” Mukuro’s voice flooded his ears.
The blue haired teen was now standing in front of him with an amused expression on his features.
“Is this a dream” Tsuna asked clearly uncertain about the strange situation he was in with a former enemy.
“Of sorts” Mukuro answered slowly, expression becoming more amused by the second.
“It feels so real” the brunette questioned the common sense of the place.
“mmmm…” brown eyes widened as Tsuna felt a hand stroking his cheek from behind and hot breath on his neck , “Doesn’t it” Mukuro whispered into his ear.