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A Tropical Getaway (9/9)

八十 For someone like Takeshi, getting their workaholic lover out and about on their Birthday was no easy feat… especially somewhere a ways from home (and Tsuna). He’d planted the bug in Hayato’s ear a couple months back, bringing it up whenever it seemed possible. And thanks to ten years under his belt with the Storm, it had eventually worked. Tsuna may had insisted Hayato enjoy himself here and there along the way, too.

It’s a relief; however… they were finally there: a beautiful, tropical island some miles East of Aruba. And the Rain knew what would really help draw in his lover, was the isolation… Just the two of them with land all to themselves for the next three days. He just hoped Hayato could bring himself to relax… he deserved it. That year had proven to be a difficult one for the both of them.

“What does Hayato think?” Takeshi asks, having just finished setting up their little spot on the beach. A couple chairs, an umbrella to share, with a beach towel and cooler between them. It seemed to be a type of paradise anyway… The swordsman passes a cocktail to his lover, smiling as he takes up a seat beside him.

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☠ It was no surprise that Takeshi would want to do something for his birthday. Over the years that man had worn Hayato down to at least one protest, usually the day before and a promise that he would never ever throw him some stupid surprise party. As far as these celebrations went, Hayato liked it the most when it was small and brief- but this time Takeshi really out-did himself. A tropical get-away??

So Hayato finds himself on an island off the coast of Aruba- mostly remote. There was a small airport and a retreat set up... but it was reserved for just the two of them. The whole damn thing. A tropical cabin on the coast with the warm sun, the salty air and the soothing crashing of waves against the sea... how could Hayato not relax in a place like this?

❝ Well... it really is beautiful. ❞ Hayato answers, glancing to his partner as he takes the cocktail and puts his free hand on his hip. ❝ And we're certainly alone... ❞ He adds with a glance around the island... but there was a small pout on his lips and a crease to his brow. The slight worry that he'd be needed in these three days of celebratory vacation time. The deal was they wouldn't talk about work... but work was all Hayato thought about 85% of the time.

Hayato sighs and shifts his feet in the sand a little restlessly. ❝ Is this really necessary... we could have just done something for one day. Something not as extravagant as this... ❞

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八十 There’s a grin to match Gokudera’s shock, Yamamoto having to look past the load in his arms just to see some of the other boy. “Haha~ Gokudera asked for breakfast, didn’t he?” Though it was pretty apparent, he had far more than breakfast with him. Yamamoto shuffles his way inside once his boyfriend allows him to, finding his table to set everything down on. It was a lot…

Yamamoto dusts his hands off, finding himself glancing back to his boyfriend at the question. “Hm? Isn’t it obvious? I’m celebrating Gokudera’s Birthday.” Clearly he didn’t plan to reveal much else at that time… other than the obvious things, maybe. “I’m making sure Gokudera has good food today.” He starts rummaging through one of the bags, pulling out a couple to-go boxes and some utensils. He then finds the drinks he brought for the two of them, setting it all up before the other.

“This is part one for Gokudera~” Another smile for his boyfriend as Yamamoto takes the few steps separating them, leaning down to kiss at slightly parted lips. “Happy Birthday, Gokudera. Should we eat now? I have presents, but… is it best we save those for tonight?”

☠ ❝ I didn’t ask for breakfast lunch and dinner for the next two weeks. ❞ Hayato grumbles as he steps aside while Yamamoto enters the apartment. What the hell was he thinking? Yamamoto was definitely making this too big of a deal. After closing the door behind him Hayato turns to give his overbearing boyfriend a look of unamusement while he crosses his arms and stands off.

❝ Yeah no-duh. Don’t you know that I don’t like surprises? This looks like way too much of.. whatever it is. ❞ Time and time again Yamamoto was always stubbornly trying to make this stupid day, Hayato’s birthday, the best it could be. In all honesty it was hard to keep such a negative attitude about it when the Rain guardian showed how much he cared. It didn’t make it any less annoying though. ❝ Part one? Are you kidding me? ❞

Yamamoto comes in and leans down for a kiss... he gets one. A chaste kiss and then a brief pout as Hayato drops his arms and looks at the breakfast bento set up. ❝ Jeeze you’re too much.. ❞ The Storm grumbles and moves away from the other to take up a seat- he wasn’t even out of his pajamas yet but he did appreciate a meal. ❝ Fine fine lets get this over with.. if we do it all now then theres nothing later right? ❞

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八十 Golden hues watch as Hayato sits himself up, moving to lay in the middle of their conjoined beds. It had been a couple weeks since the last time they had gotten to relax together… Even if the conditions weren’t exactly great, and the setting was a tad unsettling… Takeshi felt he couldn’t be more content in that moment.

There’s a bit of butterflies at the kiss placed to his lips, pushing back for a moment before it stops in a moment’s time. After ten years… something probably seen as so simple still did so much for him.

The swordsman moves his arms to wrap around his lover then, carefully pulling him close, chin resting atop silver hair once he’s close enough. Takeshi nuzzles him there, lips ghosting over soft tresses as a bandaged hand gently runs along the other’s back. “I know Hayato will…” It’s said softly, a brief sadness there, though it’s mostly relief. Takeshi supposes… he just wasn’t ready to sleep. And he wanted the other there talking to him a little longer.

Ultimately… he doesn’t voice this; however, and waits until he’s sure Hayato falls into slumber beside him. It was comforting to feel his breathing, it a lot easier for him now after the treatments they received. Hayato had gone through a lot for him… The thought leaves him staring down to the other, pressing a light kiss to him once more. Sometimes he had to wonder how he got so lucky… In a lot of ways, he felt the romance they shared was too good to be true.

Hayato… meant everything to him, and Takeshi was positive he’d do anything just to see his lover simply smile; to make him happy in any way he could… Takeshi wanted to devote himself to Hayato forever and to share that love always.

The thoughts linger in the swordsman head as he finally drifts off to sleep as well; the two left uninterrupted until the morning came.

.fin.

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Today was Gokudera’s birthday, and while today should be about him, Tsuna couldn’t help but to be excited himself. Until recently … He didn’t have too many friends to celebrate birthdays with. It had always been him and his mother only, and he wasn’t very popular among the other students, so it was admittedly a little lonely. But. now … Now he had friends. A family, and he was just grateful.

Tsuna left his house in a rush, running a little late despite being the one who had made the plans to begin with. Lambo had held him up, as he often did, and he had to promise him that he would come back with a new toy from his ventures.

As the arcade came into view, his entire being perked up in excitement, showing the same amount of energy as the other — at a lower level, but excited all the same.

「 Eheh, really? I … I decided to wear a new shirt I got, 」 he responds, scratching at his cheek; it may be stupid and silly, but he wanted to actually look nice for today, even if they were doing something as casual as a trip to the arcade.

He was accustomed to Gokudera’s …. Overly - doting nature when it came to him, so he took it all in stride. 「 Gokudera - kun, look! I got us something … — 」 His hands scrambled over his pockets before he found it: two cards. 「 It’s already loaded with tokens. 」 There was a child - like excitement as he extended one of the plastic cards towards him, smiling warmly.

☠ Hayato's follows in right after Tsuna, the cheerful expression on his face drops very briefly as he glances around the arcade like a bodyguard looking for a threat. At the exclamation he stops and pulls his hands out of his pockets as Tsuna joyfully displays token cards.

❝ Ah! You already got some!! ❞ The bomber beams. Tsunayoshi was so thoughtful. With a grin he bows his head down to his boss before holding a hand out to take a card. ❝ Juudaime thank you! Let's play one of your favorite games first! I have money for food and drinks oh and- ❞ Hayato glances over his shoulder and then steps closer to whisper. ❝ ...I know a secret to get any of those prizes from the claw machines, you want it - you got it Juudaime. ❞

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9/9

八十 A couple weeks back, Yamamoto found himself a little disappointed… He realized Gokudera’s Birthday was on a weekday that year, which meant school again… He had half the heart to ask the other to just ditch with him, but with mafia happenings… they did plenty of that already. Both the school and his old man were on his case, and he didn’t want to be kicked from the Baseball Club, either… So he would just have to improvise, and make that day as special as the restrictions allowed him to.

That and, he had every intent on taking full advantage of that weekend.

It was still cooler out by the time Yamamoto arrived at the Storm’s apartment complex that morning. He had multiple bags in hand as he stared up to where the other’s window was. School wouldn’t start for a couple hours, and his guess was maybe his boyfriend was still asleep? He was probably one of two from their friend circle that woke so early, practice had helped form that routine. And he really did enjoy morning’s best; probably. It was just when he was with Gokudera that he didn’t seem to have much preference.

The young swordsman makes his way up the couple flights of stairs, having to shuffle things around in his hands, before he’s ringing at the bell. “Good morning, Gokudera!”

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☠ When Yamamoto had said he was going to be by bright and early, Hayato didn't think it would be THIS bright and early. He's not even dressed as he makes his way to the door with a grumble, stumbling over the step a bit. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed up so late watching those conspiracy shows. It takes him a second to open the door, a deep and tired scowl on his face- ❝ -Didn't thing you meant this earl- ❞

❝ What the hell Yamamoto?! ❞ Surprise is quick when he notices the other holding an excessive amount of items in his arms. He holds the door open and moves back to let Yamamoto inside. ❝ What are you planning...? ❞ he asks with concern.

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