Yamamoto is smiling
I don't know what the hell is up with that guy? Doesn't he get tired of it? For some strange reason, he seems to be always wearing that silly grin on his face. Is it some kind of habit or is he just too carefree that he thinks that everything is so fun. Haa Anyway, this guy and me are the total opposite whether it's our personality or the things we like, we're really contradicting but despite that huge difference we're actually uhmm y'know together. Somehow I really enjoy this Heh Watching him on the rooftop while he's practicing and enjoying his belo
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Vongloa vacation - Prologue
The gang are all heading down south for their summer break.
All now legal age to drive (expect for Lambo).
The ninth handed down his old cars to the Tenth. Reborn picked out who would be in each car from Leon that had transformed into a top hap a green one with big eyes.
After great argument (mostly from the storm Guardian) the cars were assigned to their owners for the week.
Reborn was with Bianchi which followed by the siblings Kyoko and Ryohei. Next followed Chrome which Ken and Chikusa sat at the back in case Mukuro appeared.
And because of that Hibari came for the ride in his own car hopeful that he'll get to fight Mukuro ag
Gokduera seemed convinced that next year would be the same. He didn't want anything drastic to change. Only the date on the calendar and be in a new form at school. Everyone was busy with family on New Year's and Gokudera didn't want to intrude. Which being such an outcast he didn't mind spending another holiday by himself.
But for how long will I be alone? Gokudera thought to himself.
The sushi restaurant was packed to the bone with customers. The room was filled with laughter and happiness. Everyone was having a fabulous time, besides one star baseball player. He was grateful that he didn't have to work. But he was basically spending new
confession yamamoto-tsuna part 2 by cottonsoap, literature
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confession yamamoto-tsuna part 2
"BOSS!" a jumping figure from outside the school gate calls them over. As he throws dynamite to stop Hibaris pursuit. The smoke becomes a camouflage for them as they escape.
"Oh shoot my school bag!" Yamamoto proclaims after running out of site from the school. They go down to a walking pace.
"No one cares a fuck about your school bag. Right, Tsuna?" Gokudera wanting the boss to agree. But Tsuna just keeps his head down and his mouth zipped.
A hand was now pressed onto Yamamotos throat.
"What were you doing with Tsuna!?"
This caught Tsunas attention. Yamamoto chunkled for abit. Then a serious face appears.
"It's like you're in love wi
So, the tenth is having a 19th birthday party at his new house (When he turned 18 the Vongola gave him his own home so he was able to move out of his moms) and a lot of people are going to be there.
You got me, the baseball idiot, Dino, Turf top, Turf Top's sister, the idiot woman, Turf top's sister's friend, my sister, and this other chick who Turf top says is his girlfriend.
Why would anyone want to go out with him? Tch beats me.
Her name is Kat I think. Oh and Hibari joined in at some point as well.
Anyways.
It was placed outside, where there was a pool and some tiki lights, with a little DJ stand playing some music in the background.
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Confession yamamoto-tsuna
Yamamoto dashed up the clement stairs. "Oh no I'm late I'm late Tsuna I'm so sorry." Those words repeated as the Japanese youth hurried to get to the schools floor. He was still in his baseball uniform drenched in sweat.
He swinged the door wide open and felt the warm summer breeze fly pass him. And just as told Tsuna was standing by the roof fence being patience and waiting like a cute puppy.
Yamamoto wanted to meet Tsuna at the top of the school building after he finishes baseball training. They stand near the place Yamamoto nearly committed suicide.
'You saved my life, if I wasn't here I would have never got to known you better.' Yamamo
My headphones were playing the lyrics to a slow, low song as my eyes scanned the computer screen.
Looking for something, anything useful.
I laid on my stomach, elbow stabbing at my bed as my chin rested in my hand, scrolling through the Google search engine. In the search box it said 'after a tough break up'.
I felt kind of pathetic going to the Internet for this kind of thing, but I didn't know what to do.
I'm not use to such an empty feeling. And I'm so tired, but I can't go to sleep. I'm so hungry, but I don't want to eat.
I sighed to myself, and heard a faint knock underneath my music.
Quickly, I opened another tab, changing my scre
. An erupting wave of sounds echoed through the room. I held on tight to the blanket sheets. The figure next to me didn't move.
"You scared?"
I pop my head out of the blanket. He was sitting up now with a cigarette clinging to his mouth.
"No of course not haha"
Another flicker of light crashed into the window followed by a huge bam!
I jump onto him, giving him a fright. Cigarette nearly falling out of his mouth.
"Do you want to set the bed on fire?"
I make eye contact. Using my puppy dog eyes asking for forgiveness. It worked. I dig my head into his chest. He starts stroking my shaggy hair. Am I his pet or something? All well it feels