Katekyo Hitman Reborn (Gokudera and Yamamoto, Gen) [Week 1 - Prompt 2] Title: n/a Author: Aviy Rating: PG Warnings: Spoilers for Future Arc Word Count: 516 Summary: n/a Authors Notes: Angsty future arc is angsty.
"You went there again."
There is a pause, half a second where Gokudera freezes right before his usual temperament kicks in and he spins around in the hallway. "Shut up!" He slams a fist against the wall, but the dull boom of flesh on concrete isn't much of an emphasis next to dynamite he typically used to make his point.
Yamamoto laughs a bit, not loud, since he's already lucky the Smoking Bomb isn't attacking him already. But even in these times, Gokudera didn't change. "It's dangerous out there."
"Shut up," Gokudera says again, breath escaping in a tight hiss around his cigarette. "I can handle myself, and I had... I had something to do. Shut up."
Gokudera doesn't look good today. Though neither of them were much for fashion, they both tended to keep their suits pressed and clean. It was part of the image, Reborn had told them once, and Gokudera wasn't going to do anything to taint the Vongola image. Normally. But today his suit's jacket is limp and unbuttoned, his pants wrinkled, and a tie dangles from his back pocket like he'd gotten tired of it. Yamamoto realizes he'd been gone for days looking for the others; Gokudera might have been gone just as long, for other reasons. He feels the smile on his face die off a bit.
"What's that look for?" Gokudera asks. Scowling, defensive, almost like always if not for the certain flat note behind his words.
"What look?" Yamamoto laughs again and pushes off the wall, taking a few quick steps toward Gokudera before the other can react. He grabs the front of Gokudera's jacket and peels it to the side to expose the inner breast pocket. In the pocket, next to a line of pressure sensitive minibombs there's a single white orchid. He hadn't been sure it would be there, but it seemed like the sort of thing Gokudera would do, he was cute like that; another thing that didn't change. The flower is a little bruised by the journey, but when Yamamoto picks it up, he can tell it's still fresh.
"Give me that!" Gokudera snatches the flower back, probably crushing it more in the process, and smacks Yamamoto's hand away. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
Smiling, Yamamoto waves his offending hand a bit in a gesture of peace. "Guess the last batch was wilting already."
From the back of his throat, Gokudera makes a disgusted sound, and opens his fist around the orchid. The delicate petals have been reduced to a crumpled twist. "Fucking things," Gokudera says. "They're too damn weak."
"Hah!" Yamamoto rests a hand on Gokudera's shoulder. "We'll just have to keep going back then."
Gokudera shrugs off Yamamoto’s hand and tosses away the broken flower. “Obviously. There’s no way I’m letting the Tenth rest on a bunch of rotting flowers.” He shoves his hands deep into his pockets and turns away. Yamamoto falls into step beside him, easily, though he still finds it strange to walk together like this without being lead by the familiar shape of Tsuna’s back.