WHO: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Gokudera Hayato + anyone who wants to attend WHAT: Vongola Tenth's birthday party WHERE: Takesushi WHEN: October 15, dinner time RATING: PG for now WARNING(s): crack?
"No problem, Tsuna. I'll be right back." Yamamoto replied quietly and quickly ducked back inside the restaurant. It didn't take long to find Tsuna's PA and secretary who were enjoying last drinks in a corner together. His dad was already starting to clean up leftover platters of sushi utensils, so he also stopped for a moment to tell him that he was going to help a drunk co-worker home before coming back to do the cleaning.
Shifting Gokudera to his left, Tsuna tried to balance their weight and keep them standing. The limo was waiting and the driver had apparently caught on their little scene. The uniformed man dashed out to assist and Tsuna whispered his thanks. They were about to cart Gokudera into the car when Yamamoto replaced him and Tsuna suddenly found himself the weight on his shoulder replaced by the one in his heart. He blamed the champagne. Yes that was it, the brunette threw the thought out and chased after them. Quickly, he scanned the rolodex of his mind for Gokudera's address and drew a fuzzy image of random numbers and street names. No more sake for me next time!
Turning to the pair, he asked, nobody in particular. "My place or yours?"
Yamamoto scratched his head. "I think I remember where Gokudera-kun lives, but my place is closer. I'm not sure where you're new house is, Tsuna, so it's up to you." He sighed. "I really should have warned him about the sake. It's way stronger than the champagne."
Gokudera was passing out, unable to comprehend what the boss and the baseball nut were talking about. Fucking baseball nut, did he spike the drink?! As he closed his eyes, the last scene he observed was the boss turning to Yamamoto for something.
Gokudera was swaying like a tree in a storm and the image made his lip twitch. The half Italian was sandwiched between him and Yamamoto, but at this rate, one of their laps or their shoulders was going to end up as his pillow. He gave a vague nod to the other, indicating a go-ahead. It didn't matter to him.
"Sleep Gokudera-kun," he muttered in an undertone, as Yamamoto gave directions.
Yamamoto made sure to speak quietly to the driver as to not disturb Gokudera, giving the man the directions to his house. It was closer after all, and he didn't mind if his friends crashed there for a night.
"It won't be too long, just a 10 minute drive." he murmured quietly.
The half Italian finally succumbed to unconsciousness and fell in a heap on his lap. Tsuna bit his lip at the sight, careful to make sure his editor didn't fall out at the slightest jerk of the vehicle. Splayed at that angle, the legs looked uncomfortable, the brunette thought, but there was nothing he could do now. Gokudera's face was flushed from the liquor and his breathing was deep. It was rather endearing like this, to see him in a different light. The tough as nails, most fearsome editor of the Vongola was human after all. Dimly lit by the new moon, Gokudera felt soft, almost frail. Tsuna didn't dare hold him any tighter, as if he would break or vanish at the slightest touch.
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Within minutes, Yamamoto was back outside again.
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Turning to the pair, he asked, nobody in particular. "My place or yours?"
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"Sleep Gokudera-kun," he muttered in an undertone, as Yamamoto gave directions.
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"It won't be too long, just a 10 minute drive." he murmured quietly.
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Sweet dreams, Tsuna wished.
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