Through His Eyes [fic pairings 8059 will be more]
Through his eyes.
This was stupid Gokudera concluded, absolutely fucking stupid, why the hell did he have to dress like the baseball idiot to do his training, so fucking stupid. Yes, he Gokudera Hayato was sitting cross legged wearing Yamamoto’s usual attire staring at the vast amount of Baseball memorabilia Yamamoto had plastered all over his walls and sitting on his desk. Why you ask, well it all started that Saturday evening at the Tenth’s house, all the guardians had been summoned by Reborn and that included the infamous Mukuro using Chromes body and the anti-social Hibari and they were all seated on the Tenth’s bedroom floor.
The young Vongola boss seemed terrified of his own guardians, eyes darting back and forth between each of them, particularly the two most vicious of the bunch Hibari and Mukuro. None of them knew why they were there and were patiently waiting for Reborn to awake from his nap, lying in the small hammock located above Tsuna’s bed a large snot bubble expanding and retracting as he slept. The silence apart from Reborn’s snoring was almost unbearable, none really knew what to say after all they didn’t really all casually meet up like this, normally if the seven were to meet, it was a forced encounter due to extreme circumstances such as the heat of battle, which this obviously wasn’t.
Luckily before any of the guardians became too agitated, a loud popping noise was heard from the hammock as Reborn’s snot bubble burst, announcing to everyone that the arcoboleno was indeed awake. Within a few moments the baby had leapt out of the hammock and had delivered a swift kick to poor Tsuna’s head, causing him to topple over in a heap in Hibari’s lap. “Get off Herbivore or I’ll bite you to death” Hibari’s usual catchphrase absolutely terrifying Tsuna, causing him to ungraciously scrabble away from the aggressive boy.
“Caoi-sso” Reborn greeted the guardians, now perched on Yamamoto’s shoulder.
“Dame Tsuna, have you told them why they are here” Reborn asked the brunette who was still recovering from his near death experience with the disciplinary committee prefect.
“Reborn” Tsuna whined “How could I tell them when I don’t know myself” he complained to the sun arcoboleno, resulting in another swift kick to the head from the baby who just as quickly returned to his spot on Yamamoto’s shoulder.
“You are all here for special training” Reborn finally revealing the reason behind the mysterious meeting of all the Vongola guardians, a slight all knowing smirk appearing on his features. Tsuna groaned inwardly at the prospect of more training, all he ever seemed to do was train, but more of a concern was the word ‘special’ accompanying the word ‘training’, Reborn defiantly had something up his sleeve and the young Vongola boss knew he wasn’t going to like it.
“Is this part of the mafia game, hahaha, sounds like fun” Yamamoto said in his usual happy go lucky tone, accompanying the optimism with his trademark grin.
“I’ll do this EXTREME training to the EXTREME” was the extremely loud response given from the Vongola sun guardian.
“Lambo-san does not need training to defeat Reborn” the small baby in a cow print outfit announced, pulling out a large bazooka seemingly out of nowhere and pointing it at the other baby in the room, before firing. Anticipating this response from the idiotic cow, Reborn had already transformed Leon into a giant sledgehammer, whacking the bazooka right back at Lambo sending him flying out of Tsuna’s window. All throughout this exchange, Tsuna was in a high level of panic, yelling for someone to do something and that babies shouldn’t own bazooka’s or any weapon for that matter, not that anyone was listening to him or anything.
“What is this special training Reborn” Gokudera voicing the most intelligent comment of the night.
The question bringing out a rather evil smirk on Reborn’s face as he turned to the storm guardian to give his response.
Now back to Gokudera wearing Yamamoto’s clothes and sitting in Yamamoto’s room, well the ‘special training’ was apparently according to Reborn to help the guardians understand each other better, it was called ‘special bonding training’. Each guardian would live the life of another guardian for two WHOLE weeks; of course they had no say in which guardian’s life they would be living, as if Gokudera had his way he would be of course living his beloved Tenths life, sleeping in his bed wearing his clothes, ok getting into creepy territory here. But alas, unfortunately for Gokudera, Reborn seemed to be in a particularly evil mood and the person he had chosen for Gokudera to live as was, yes you guessed it Yamamoto, hence the clothes, the room and the memorabilia. What was even worse though was that the baseball idiot had been chosen to live his life, the silver haired teen hated to think what the other boy was doing in his apartment, touching all of his things, a shudder ran down his spine at the thought.
It was Monday morning and the first day of their so called ‘training’ and Gokudera had got up early to prepare himself for the nightmare of a day up ahead. Apparently Yamamoto’s days consisted of a. School b. Baseball c. helping with Dad’s sushi shop and d. mafia game as the idiot would call it. The Italian was already annoyed and it was only 7:30am, after he had got out of the shower, he tried on Yamamoto’s ordinary clothes, obviously because of the difference in height and size the clothes were baggy and ridiculous looking, luckily though he’d bought his own school uniform, however he hadn’t bought any of his casual clothes that wasn’t allowed, so it looked like he’d have to wear some of the rain guardians older clothes, really old clothes.
Collecting his things together, Gokudera headed downstairs and into the shop, he normally skipped out on breakfast, but seen as he was Yamamoto for two weeks he had no choice but to eat it. He didn’t even know what the idiot ate for breakfast, he could eat sushi for all he knew, luckily though Yamamoto senior had already prepared it for him, it seemed as though the idiot normally got up early too.
“Morning, Gokudera” was the warm greeting he received from Yamamoto’s father. Yes, this was something the bomber didn’t understand, how Reborn had possibly got any of his fellow guardians parents to agree to this, well of course that only really counted for Ryohei, Yamamoto and Tsuna because he didn’t think Hibari even had any parents and obviously he didn’t need permission.
“Morning” Gokudera replied simply, bowing slightly out of respect for the older man, before setting his things down and eating his bowel of cereal prepared for him. Figuring it would be polite to wash up for himself, rather than further burden Yamamoto’s father with his presence, he picked up his bowel and spoon and headed for the sink, rinsing out the dirty cutlery, before giving a polite goodbye and leaving the very family orientated home.
As he walked towards the tenths house, he began to think back on Saturday night, pondering the other pairings that were made, Lambo had not been included in the end because of his *cough* disappearance, so that only left the six of them. He and Yamamoto had swapped places obviously, and then there was Ryohei who was now the disciplinary committee head, Gokudera couldn’t help but let out a small snigger at that, then there was the tenth who unfortunately ended up swapping places with Mukuro. Of course he had protested, it wasn’t safe for the tenth to be around the Kokuyo gang Ken and Chikusa, especially without his guardians there to protect him, but Reborn had simply said to him “Do you think the Vongola Tenth cannot defend himself against such weaklings even though he had defeated much worse enemies since then, besides it will be good training”, with that Gokudera had hung his head in defeat. This of course meant that Mukuro was now living at the Sawada residence and would be attending Namimori high with both he and Yamamoto meeting him on the way to school. The smoker shuddered at the thought he had hated the other boy since the incident at the Kokuyo park where he had been possessed and tried to harm the tenth, despicable. Although on the positive side Hibari wouldn’t be prowling school grounds in search for someone ‘to bite to death’, therefore leaving him to smoke wherever he may choose, of course Hibari would be running the boxing club, Gokudera let out another snigger at that thought.
He was bought out of his thoughts when a large tanned arm slung itself over his shoulders, without his permission, successfully pissing the Italian teen off and it was now only 8:30am.
“Morning Gokudera” came the usual friendly greeting given by the idiot every morning, it got on Gokudera’s nerves and anything that got on his nerves usually resulted on him either a. blowing said thing up or b. smoking a cigarette to calm himself down. Considering that option a was not really an option because if Yamamoto were to die, it would cause the tenth a lot of pain, therefore it was down to option b a cigarette. The silver haired Italian began groping around his shirt pocket, searching for his cigarettes when the obnoxiously happy voice chirped in.
“Are you looking for these, the baby said you couldn’t have them because I don’t smoke hahaha” Yamamoto said whilst holding a packet of cigarettes to the others face. The storm guardian simply stared at Yamamoto, what the hell was he going to do for an entire two weeks without cigarettes, he was addicted he couldn’t just go without, they were his stress relief because everyday he was in the face of such idiots as Yamamoto, Ryohei and that idiotic cow to name a few. Deciding that if he acted quickly enough, he could take the baseball moron off guard and snatch the pack off the other boy, Gokudera reached out grabbing for the box, just to realise Yamamoto’s quick reflexes had enabled him to move the prize above his head and apparently out of Gokudera’s reach. Despite the silver haired teen’s obvious disadvantage at being so much shorter than the other teen, this didn’t stop him from attempting to stretch his own arm upwards groping in the air for the cigarettes whilst Yamamoto laughed at his expense.
“Hahaha Look I’m taller than you Gokudera, I never noticed”
“Give those back you idiot”
“Sorry Gokudera, the little guy said I couldn’t” Yamamoto said in an apologetic tone, looking down at the other boy still struggling for the item completely out of his arms reach.
Eventually the Italian figured that he would have to survive through this training using all of his endurance and willpower, be strong in the face of idiocy Gokudera told himself. Retracting his hand, the silver-ette began walking ahead, taking long strides towards the tenths house, during his little argument however he had completely forgotten that the person awaiting him was not his beloved Tenth but…
Mukuro.