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You Say Amoré, I See A Moron

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“Yo, Gokudera!”

Gokudera looked up from his position on the park swing to see the baseball idiot’s tall frame standing beyond the chain link fence of the children’s playground near the tenth’s house. He was waving like a maniac with his stupid thousand mega watt smile that always blinded Gokudera if he stared for too long.

He stopped playing with the cap on his Zippo and scowled at the teen. “What do you want, baseball freak?”

Yamamoto scaled the fence in one hop and landed gracefully on his feet. “I just finished practice and I was on my way home. What are you doing here?”

“It’s none of your business, idiot,” Gokudera grunted.

“Haha! Mind if I join you?”

“Yes, but I’m sure it’s not going to stop you,” muttered Gokudera.

Yamamoto sat on the swing beside him, his long legs bent and sneakers dug into the sand. “Were you going to Tsuna’s?”

“The tenth has very important preparations to complete before his inheritance ceremony. Reborn-san said it was best if he didn’t have any distractions,” Gokudera said, lighting a cigarette.

“Oh I see. So Gokudera was waiting for him to finish then?”

“Why do you need to know what I’m doing?”

“Haha, no reason. Just trying to make conversation.”

“Yeah well, I’d rather not have to converse with you. I can feel my IQ dropping by the second. Your stupidity is contagious, you know.” He pulled on his cigarette and exhaled a long plume of grey smoke.

“Gokudera shouldn’t smoke so much,” Yamamoto lectured sternly, ignoring Gokudera’s harsh jab, which was clearly a failed attempt at getting rid of him. Gokudera should have known better.

Gokudera eyed him but he still had that stupid grin on his face, the one that made Gokudera want to punch him in the face and kiss him all at the same time.

Unfortunately, he had unwillingly developed some sort of sick fascination with the baseball idiot since they had come back from the future and he hated it. It annoyed him, he annoyed him but Gokudera couldn’t deny the stupid fluttering he felt in the pit of his stomach and the way his chest tightened whenever Yamamoto was around.

“The baseball freak shouldn’t tell me what to do, I only take orders from the tenth.”

“So… if Tsuna told you to quit smoking, you would?”

Gokudera crinkled his nose and pouted. “The tenth would never ask me to do something that I wouldn’t want to do,” he said finally. “He’s just that sort of man.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Why do you care anyways?”

“Because you’re my friend,” Yamamoto said, his grin widening.

Gokudera stared at him hard. “I’m not your friend, moron. I put up with you because you were chosen as the tenth’s Rain Guardian. I’d never be caught dead with the likes of you outside of the mafia.”

Yamamoto laughed. “This again? I thought we cleared this up when we fought Gamma. I’m here with you now, aren’t I?”

Gokudera scoffed.”Not because I want you to be. You’re always invading other’s personal space, crowding around. It’s annoying.”

This only made Yamamoto laugh again and Gokudera hated that laugh, it grated on his nerves but yet it was somewhat delightful to listen to. It fucking pissed him off.

He hated himself for having these thoughts about the idiot and he knew that fight with Gamma had something to do with it. It was the first time he had ever seen Yamamoto angry, the first time he had ever seen Yamamoto stand up for what he believed in and stood up to Gokudera himself. It made Gokudera realize that he may be actually serious about this, ready to protect what needed to be protected and that he wasn’t some oblivious push over.

Gokudera admired and envied his ability to act so carefree, not have carry the weight of the ugly side of the world on his shoulders. To have a loving family and be popular and well liked. Not like Gokudera cared, he wasn’t here for a popularity contest, he was here for the tenth. He was just beginning to see a whole new side of Yamamoto, something that piqued his interest and he wanted to see more of it.

“Say, Gokudera… do you think you could help me with my English homework?”

“Ha! Do it yourself, idiot. You might actually learn something.”

“Eeh? But Gokudera’s so good at languages! Like English, Japanese, Italian-”

“It’s because I am Italian, stupid.”

“Hey, teach me something in Italian!” Yamamoto chirped.

“No.”

“Aw, c’mon! It’s such a cool language and Gokudera sounds really cool when he speaks it!”

“Vaffanculo,” Gokudera spat with a smirk.

“Haha, Gokudera! I know that one and it isn’t very nice. Teach me something… I don’t know… suave sounding, you know, like a real mafia guy would say.”

“A real ‘mafia guy’ would say exactly what I just said to you and then bust your kneecaps. You’re lucky I’ve only blown you up in my mind a few times.”

Yamamoto laughed. “Gokudera’s so mean. C’mon, teach me something romantic then?”

“Why — so you can tell it to your girlfriend? Gross.” Gokudera tossed his cigarette into the sand and crushed it down with the toe of his Converse.

Yamamoto laughed. “I don’t have a girlfriend, but —! Isn’t Italian supposed to be like the language of love?”

“Why do you want to learn something romantic if you have no one you love?” It was an honest question, maybe a little too honest for Gokudera to have asked, because he wasn’t sure what to do with the answer if it was something he didn’t want to hear. In all likelihood, it definitely wouldn’t be something he’d want to hear.

Yamamoto shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe for when I meet the right someone… I’ll want to say something real nice to them,” he finished quietly.

Gokudera looked over at him, a little caught off guard by Yamamoto’s sudden hush and clearly the answer he wasn’t expecting. The sun was setting, streaking the sky in orange and pink. The light framed around Yamamoto’s head like a golden halo and the amber glow made his wide and eager eyes shimmer like clear, caramel coloured glass. Gokudera suddenly found himself mesmerized.

“Sei bellissimo, lo sai questo vero? Talmente bello che mi lasci senza fiato,” Gokudera uttered softly, absentmindedly.

Yamamoto’s mouth spread into a perfect smile, reaching his eyes. Gokudera wanted to bask in the light of that smile forever.

“Wow,” Yamamoto breathed. “That sounded beautiful! Hey — what does it mean?”

Gokudera’s focus drew clear once again, and he realised he had been staring at Yamamoto with his mouth open, and Yamamoto looked pretty awestruck himself.  With his heart racing and sudden fear of being discovered, he cleared his throat harshly and pulled out another cigarette.

“It means you’re an idiot.”

Translation: “Sei bellissimo, lo sai questo Vero? Talmente bello che mi lasci senza fiato”

You’re beautiful, you know that right? So nice that you leave me breathless.

{Translation credit ludchen , my beautiful Lo-chan!}

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"Why have you not told me" aokaga? please (:

Prompt Set #250

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# 5. Why have you not told me? 

"Why haven’t you told me?"

Kagami looked up from his magazine, situated on the living room sofa in their shared apartment. Aomine stood in front of him, brows drawn together furiously, mouth pressed into a thin line. He held a envelope and a single sheet of paper Kagami could only guess was the acceptance letter. 

He sighed and closed the magazine. Kagami hadn’t planned on telling Aomine until he had figured out himself he had planned on doing, and then he made a decision and things just kinda happened. Life’s been busy, he’s in his first year of college on a basketball scholarship and between practices, games and a part time job, he’s barely had time to think for himself, let alone spend much time with Aomine. Telling him about the letter just kind of slipped his mind.

"I’ve been busy," Kagami said, scrubbing a hand through his mop of red hair. 

"Yeah well, don’t you think this is a little important? What—" Aomine glanced at the letter again and then through it down on the coffee table in front of where Kagami sat. "It’s dated for over a month ago, Kagami. What the fuck?"

Kagami didn’t know what to say, so he shrugged in response. It obviously wasn’t an answer Aomine desired. 

Aomine threw his hands up in frustration and began pacing the floor. “Tch!… Well, did you make a decision? I didn’t even know you applied. What other things are you hiding from me, Kagami?”

Kagami rolled his eyes and stood. “Look, I was going to tell you alright? I just forgot! You know how things get, I’ve been busy with college and my part time job—”

"You didn’t think it was important enough to tell me that you applied to a college in America, you fucking asshole?”

"I didn’t apply! I just… Look — three of the top NCAA teams scouted me and I just kinda picked one." Kagami shrugged again and headed for their bedroom, Aomine storming along behind him. 

"Why are you acting so calm? You’re moving to fucking North Carolina — don’t you think that warrants at least a fucking conversation since we’ve been together — ah jeez, I don’t know, three fucking years? You were just going to leave me?”

Kagami walked into the bedroom and began rifling through the dresser. “I wasn’t planning on leaving you, Dai. I—”

"So… you thought that you would just pick up and move and I’d be okay with that? That we’d have this amazing long distance relationship because I wouldn’t leave your fucking stupid ass for doing this to me in the first place?”

Kagami turned to Aomine and grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him in close. “Calm down and listen to me for a minute, Ahomine. I’m trying to tell you.” 

Aomine’s chest heaved but he remained silent. 

"You don’t have a lot going on now, right? The college you’re going to you don’t like, we play on separate teams and we barely get to see each other anymore. I figured that—"

"That what, this was the solution to things?"

Kagami growled. “Will you just shut up for a second?”

"Fine, fine — but I swear, Kagami, if you don’t have a reasonable explanation for this, I’m going to kick your fucking ass and then I’m going to pack my shit and that’s it. We’re done." Aomine’s face twisted in anger and Kagami couldn’t help but laugh. It made Aomine sputter furiously and he turned back to the dresser drawer where he pulled out another envelope.

"I promise I have a good explanation. Here.” He handed the envelope to Aomine, who snatched it out of his hand and opened it. He pulled out the envelope’s contents and stared at them. Kagami watched his jaw go slack, his blue eyes go wide. 

"A-airline tickets?"

"Yeah," Kagami shrugged, smiling. "I figured you’d wanna come with me."

"Go… with you… to North Carolina…"

Kagami tried to gauge his reaction, dread slowly pulling at his insides. He hadn’t really thought this through, but what if Aomine said no? What would he do then? 

"I m-mean — with the money I have we could get a place down there and you could get into Duke easy. We’d go to the same school, and you’d probably even get on the team if you applied. Right? You’d wanna go with me, wouldn’t you?"

Aomine was still awestruck and he stared at the tickets in his hand for a long time before giving Kagami any kind of response. Kagami was almost sure by this point that he was going to say no. That’s why when Aomine grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in, Kagami squeezed his eyes shut, prepared for a blow. That’s why, when Aomine kissed him instead, he froze. 

"Is… is that a yes?" he murmured against Aomine’s lips.

Aomine grinned. “What the fuck do you think, Bakagami?”

Kagami really couldn’t think now, not with elation swelling in his chest and Aomine’s tongue down his throat but either way, he guessed this was a surprise worth holding out on.