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Your name is Hayato Gokudera, and you are having a lot of trouble at the moment. Earlier on this day, you were sent ten years into the future, and found it to be all sorts of wrong. Friends and allies dead, rampant radiation, weapons you don't understand... and all of it has upset the Tenth greatly, which stresses you even more.

You are attempting to act strong for his sake. You have spent the last half hour listening to him cry himself to sleep. It brought tears to your eyes as well, and you don't know what to do with any of this. You are pathetic for not being able to comfort him, you are pathetic for not being able to comfort yourself. Every so often, you check if Tsuna has fallen asleep, and it seems he finally has.

You feel trapped. You need to get out of here. And now that he is finally asleep, you can sneak out of the room and wander throughout the halls, wiping away silent tears. You just need to be by yourself for awhile, and then you can fucking calm down. That's all you need.

Current Mood: distressed
Current Location: Vongola Bunker

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Gokudera is not in a happy mood, no he is not. He has been thinking too much lately, and thinking never gets him anywhere, does it?

He is late getting home, but he is also... well, not really late. With singular standing apartments, you have the luxury of using the roof; so, indeed, he is using the roof.

He's absently tossing dynamite for Uri to chase and catch to bring back before the wic burns up and the dynamite explodes. No calling animal protection on him, Uri enjoys the entire thing! Besides the cat needed training as much as anyone else.

It is a good distraction, in any case. That makes it worth it.

Current Mood: moody

It's early Sunday morning, and Gokudera is leaning against a fence near his usual pond. He's clearly in a bad mood, made all the worse by the fact he ran out of cigarettes. That's almost like crippling him, damn.

So he's annoyed and bored, always a bad mix, especially for him. He'd pay for anyone to show up right now, even Hibari. Could try to bomb the guy to near death. Then Fail. Heh.

Right.

Gokudera had tried his damn best to go home alone when he'd been ordered to. Ordered in such a way that if he refused to go, he would still be taken there, one way or another. Of course, the idea had made his mood darker than the usual 'pouting' he seemed to have (as others would call it), and Bri figured out something was up pretty quick. Therefore, he came with.

Even after that, he tried to just take Bri, but Yamamoto had, of course, found out out just as easily, and was a day behind them on plane tickets. Oy.

"I told you he's a creep, right?" he asks on the way over with Bridget. His father had sent a limo, of course, to pretend he carried about his only son in some shape or form. "He's a creep and an asshole and he'll act like it all the time."

Hayato is in his apartment, laying on the bed, staring at the wall. He's smoking a little - no chain smoking, just one cigarette, watching the smoke trail around itself towards the walls above.

Nothing else to do, right now. Fun, aint it?

Eh, not at all.

Gokudera is on the roof of the school, leaning against the railing and staring at the sky. No weapons, no cigarettes, no distractions - for once, just thinking, about all the events that have been surrounding them.

Gathering the guardians, and he's not sure what level of trust he places in each of them, yet. It's going to take a lot of fucking assessment, now that the heat of the battle is over, or at least he's telling himself. He hates to trust, but he's still drawn to them, but ignoring this fact. This is why he thinks so much - so he can rationalize, and ignore his goddamn heart.

He's got a feeling something else is coming up soon, something big. He has no idea what, but whatever it is, it ain't gonna be good. So he's gotta be prepared.

Everyone else better be damned well prepared, too.

So all these thoughts are in his head, and he's not as unaware of his surroundings as he would have been before in a deep thought mode, but he is still pretty unaware. Dangerous on a roof, eh?

Maybe, maybe not.

There is a cat. He is a very curious cat, and has managed to escape the human slave that he owns, by waiting until the kid fell asleep and toddling off. Easy, really. One might question his motivations, but his actions clear: he's moving right in to the Boss' room.

All he keeps hearing when they say his name is 'tuna'. Nobody gives him tuna. So this boy is going to produce it.

Or else.

He settles on Tsuna's chest and swishes his tail, bringing his nose close and staring.

Gokudera is sitting on the top of a hill overlooking a concrete dam. It's pretty damn full of water, enough to amuse someone if they were in a good mood and had some bombs, trying to create bigger and bigger splashes.

The dam's not going to break if you don't use heavy artillery, it's just a stupid game. He's paying more attention to the papers he sticks into each bomb, though, disposing of whatever each time one burns up.

He's on his third cigarette.

Gokudera is in the secret hideout at school, staring at a letter with the envelope torn up and thrown in the trash. He's about ready to thrown away the letter too, but he's giving it a little bit of his time, first - who the hell even knows why.

His face is a classic 'pissed off' 59 face, but if anyone comes in, he'll hide it all. He doesn't wnt anyone up on this business right now.

Fuck.

It's nighttime, and Hayato dragged Bridget out to the other teenager's favourite park. After what happened, he feels like the guy just needs to be around the pond and the ducks, so they're just going to stay there all night.

Right now he's just pointing out constellations and the stories about them, but he knows Bridget will interrupt him eventually, for what they really need to talk about.

"You know, if you're not gonna beat him up, I will."

Gokudera's sitting on the floor of the apartment, Yamamoto in front of him. The first aid kit is spread out and he's patching up various wounds and bruises on the other boy.

"It's training," Yamamoto says, with a heavy sigh. "Just like us."

"No," Gokudera says, a growl undertoning his voice, now. "I'm not anything like him."

There is a gloom in the air.

Current Mood: pissed

Lazy day time. No school, things are quiet, etc, etc. He'll go check on the Tenth later but for now he's taking advantage of the time to relax. He just woke up so he's just in boxers, sitting around and finishing up a cigarette.

He's trying not to wake Bridget up. Let's see if he succeeds.

It's been quiet, lately. But battles come and go, as they tend to, and this one had been harsher than most. He's been gone a few days. Without being able to call home.

He'd been framed for something he hadn't done, attempted to fight the Vindice when they'd shown up for him. Dragged away, put to trial, and only narrowly escaped imprisonment and execution.

How sad for them, that they lost another victim.

How sad for Gokudera, as he's sure he has wrath to face when he gets home.

Hence why he's been standing outside the door for about fifteen minutes, wondering why he can have the courage to fight those shitheads, but not to face the music afterwards.

Bombs, bombs, bombs. Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite. Missiles, missiles, missiles. It's time to do some tuning up of his weaponry, but for once in his life, Gokudera is completely bored of it. He'd rather be doing something else, but who the hell knows what.

He's almost done, anyway. The usual impressive pile is almost gone again, hidden wherever it goes. He's hungry, but he's been ignoring that since he started hours ago. It's not as if it really matters.

Gotta keep things up if you wanna stay in the game, eh?

The Tenth is pretty tired out after a long day of Reborn fucking with him with one too many bullets, plus a recent flu, and whatever the hell else the guy did all day. Who even knew at this point?

Anyway, someone's gotta look after him, since if Tenth gets one too many more absences, he might get expelled or something. So they're in the secret hideout instead, and Tenth is sleeping on one of the couches.

Even if Hayato has to watch over him, though, he wanted to spend time with Bridget too ~~when did that attachment start happening and why didn't he notice~~, so the cute little blonde is there, too. Gokudera is at the desk because he had it in mind to work on some box schematics, but he's kind of failing at that.

Who can manage to work when they're torn between worry and wanting to look at a cute guy at the same time?

Not him, that's who.

Current Mood: lazy

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"Shit," Gokudera swears, as he pulls Bridget in through the door to his room. "I was startin' to think we'd never get to do this again."

Because, you know. His apartment really did suck, and while his family was awesome, dropping by at random times was not. Explaining the random 'Tsuna running by on the streets during dying will in only underwear shouting I WILL MAKE VALENTINE'S DAY CAKE WITH MY DYING WILL' to Bridget was one thing, let alone any of the other crap. Somehow, he's surprised Bridget hasn't been scared off yet.

He's almost tempted to make Sistema Cambio Arma Istantaneo block out the door of the apartment whenever he doesn't want anyone to come running in, but that just smells of disaster. Like everything else always does.

But fine, whatever. They're not there now. They're in the bar, where nobody ever interrupts anything, and that is goddamn good. Thank the nonexistent gods in this moment, Hayato, you get to have sex.

Gokudera's standing by a pond in a park, throwing paper cranes at the sky, nailing them with small bombs every time they hit the breeze. He's hitting them all, he's on his game today. It's training, but it's kind of boring. He likes blowing up -better- things.

Not stupid little pieces of paper.

Current Mood: bored
Current Location: pond
Current Music: boom!