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// 8059 drabble. Angst.//

Gokudera honestly thought he was not going to get hurt. So he carelessly blew up the whole place the moment yamamoto confirmed his whereabouts.

He didn’t took into account that all the rumble would end up burying him alive. He blackout a couple seconds after the explosion.

Yamamoto had slowly made his way through the thick wall gokudera had placed around him. It took a lot of patience but yamamoto did it. He even established a relationship he knew was only among them two. A strong friendship, and trust that only tsuna could rival it.

So during the mission he didn’t thought much of it as he obeyed the vongola right handman strategy and plan. Not until he lost all contact with the silveretre and his hitman instincts kicked in.

Yamamoto resort to using his box weapon as he looked through the rubled. While he did this he had already signaled a SoS back to base. He hoped the back up and medical help arrived soon.

When he heard his weapon bark he ran towards him only to find a bloody and buried storm. He carefully pulled him out. His eyes didn’t fail him-it didn’t look good at all.

“Dera…” he muttered half hoping the other man would wake up and punch him. That would be his reaction to the nickname the rain had given him.

When the storm pale face turned paler yamamoto calm demeanor changed drastically. He then noticed that gokudera had something stuck on his leg. The blood gushing out startled the Japanese young man.

Yamamoto rapidly took off his belt and wrapped it around gokuderas thigh. He pulled on it in hopes to cut the circulation. He didn’t want his friend to die because of blood loss.

“Shit… to much… ” he hissed, “ dera.. wake up please… ” he prayed.

He almost sighted relief when he heard that help had arrived. The vongolas special paramedics unit arrived and quickly attended to gokudera. Yet they too feared he would die off blood loss.

Tsuna found himself running into the hospital. Well more like speedwalking because of his status he had to keep a certain expression.

“Yamamoto… how is he?"he asked once the almost limp body of his friend and guardian came to view.

Yamamoto had lost all his charm. His eyes where bloodshot. His hair in a messy and unkept way. His eyes-they looked dark. Almost if they had lost their soul.

”-loss…lost.. too much blood… his in intensive care… needs a blood transfusion… but…he.. receive a head injury… and… doctors say… he… might not wake up" he muttered lifelessly.

Tsuna let that information sink. No not again. Not his friend. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

“Yamamoto…” he patted his arm. “…. he is a fighter… he will qake up… I know it…” he told him. He wanted to believe his own words but it was hard.

The knews that the righthand was on a mission was spread so no enemies would try to attack the defenceless guardian. Tsuna didn’t want to take no chances so he had his most trusted men keep the sleeping guardian company.

Yamamoto was a frequent visitor/guard. He would come in talk to the sleeping friend. Cry. Laugh. Scold. He even cried. Somehow yamamoto thought that gokudera could hear him in his state. Or at least he hoped.

Days passed, weeks turned into months. Then without nobody really noticing two years passed.

Everyone still visited when they weren’t busy. But the heavy guard decreased since many had lost hope.

Yamamoto stared at the sleeping beauty. He chuckled at the thought. Well it was true.

“ dera… my sleeping beauty… wake up…please wake up” he begged for the million time.

Through the entire ordeal yamamoto became aware of his feelings for the other. He regretted dearly of not realizing it earlier.

“Dera… ill be your prince… so please wake up…” he whispered.

He took his hand and kissed it gently. He rose from his seat and hovered aboved the sleeping man. Slowly he connected their lips.

But once again nothing happened.

He sighted.

“-tsuna… misses you a lot… but everyone is talking about letting you go” he confessed. “… dera… if only I… I… dera… I love you … I do… so wake up … I dont want to let you go yet… im so selfish… sorry” he cried.

After a couple of hours he decided to go for a walk.

A dark figure entered the storms room. Killing aura could be felt. Even though gokudera wad unconscious his body trembled in fear.

“Heh. Pitiful. I guess we are doing the vongola a favor afterall.” He smirked.

The man wore a fake doctor outfit. Taking out a small needle and a purple liquid, he said goodbye to the storm of the vongola.

Yamamoto who eventually picked up the habit of occasionally smoking had forgotten his lighter back at gokuderas room. So he made his way back, only to find a stranger injecting-his guess was poison to gokuderas IV.

He immediately jumped the man. It turned out to a big hectic and noisy fist fight.

Yamamoto landed a couple of punches,knee kicks and elbow defence.

It didn’t took long before the security arrived and the man was taken for questioning.

Some poison did made it through the blood system of the silverette. His body began to react violently. Yamamoto was hushef out of the room.

“-ha…haha… we didn’t even had to do it…” he muttered sourly. Their was no way gokudera would wake up.

He was only prooved right when he saw about a dozen nurses and doctors run in the room. Followed by the weird electric machine.

Lost in a daze. He watched everything run in slow motion. He began to remember the happy Times he had with him. Tears made their way down his eyes.

Slowly he walked into the room.

The doctors where trying to resurrect the man. The ticking of his heart beat had long stopped.

In that moment he saw a shadow run pass him. Pushing the doctors out of the way a young teen took out two horns and from thin air electric shock sparks were seen.

It took two seconds for yamamoto to process what was happening.

Lambo had finally been allowed to visit. He was desperately trying to bring gokudera back.

Everything seemed lost but lambo tried it one more time. This time gokudera bolted open his eyes and then closed them once again. His heart beat return with that shock.

Everyone only pray that this time he would wake up. If not they had to pull the plug.

Three days passed. Yamamoto was doing his daily check up.

“Lambo was crying tons he misses you.. hmmm your like his older brother.. I can tell” he chuckled. “Oi… you gave slept enough why don’t you wake up?” He scolded gently. Cupping his hand he kissed it like he always did.

Gokuderas long fingers twiched slightly. Yamamoto head bolted upward. Gokudera was moving. He immediately called the doctors.

The good news spread like wildfire. Gokudera would slowly recover. They still couldn’t tell if he would be 100% well but his body was responding.

It started with his fingers twitching, then he began to grip hands, then one day he opened his eyes. Slowly lazily but he did. He came face to face with the annoying baseball idiot.

It took a couple of months for gokudera to regain mobility and much more time for him to speak again. Yet everyone was there helping him.

Especially yamamoto. Gokudera staref at the sleeping figure on his bed.

“ hmp… to tell or not… I heard everything idiot” he talked to himself. A blush made it through his cheeks as he remembered the first time the idiot admitted his feelings, their first kiss.

Gokudera couldn’t help but fall for that sappy idiot. He ran his fingers through his hair.

“ … ti…. amu” he confessed out loud.

Yamamotos cheeks turned red. Gokudera then realized he had woken up at some point. Yet pretended he didn’t noticed at all.

“Idiota"he muttered laying back on his bed.

"…. thiz all my fult… if I hadnt muscal-” he didn’t finished soft lips were covering his own.

“-its all it the past… lets move on okay?” Yamamoto pleaded. He had suffered for the past few years about the topic.

“-yu… yiu…"Gokudera stuttered blushing. "Ne we dont know if ill see you tomorrow so or the day after. This made me realize that I should live each day like theirs no tomorrow. So… dera.. I love you” yamamoto stated as he cupped his cheek. Leaning down he kissed him once more.

Gokudera couldn’t have agreed more. He slowly wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back.

His almost ten year one sided love was being finally return he coul mess up this precious opportunity.

“Your an idiot pervert” gokudera stated as he allowed yamamoto to hold him a while more.