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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.

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Your name is Takeshi Yamamoto, and you are from the dire future. While Tsuna and Gokudera have been switched with their past selves, you have not, and you plan to keep it that way. It's not that you don't trust your former self - far from it - it's that he is not practiced in the ways of this time, and at the moment, that overweighs the needs of having the Vongola rings. When everyone is gathered, you will allow yourself to be switched; but not until then. You are determined to have a choice in the matter.

Wanderers are wanderers, and you are in the halls as well. You have been pacing around in an attempt to calm yourself from the stresses of the past several days. While you are an easy going guy, even one such as you is going to eventually get the urge to flip the hell out.

When you hear the noise of another in the halls, you freeze and ready yourself to grab your sword if necessary. You hold a box in your hand and you start stalking the source. Soon enough, you see that it is the young Hayato, and he is very upset. Your heart pains at that, and you call out, "Can you not sleep, Gokudera?"

You know better than to point out the crying or sneak up upon him.

Oh, of *course* it's him. You need to be alone, so therefore, life is going to throw you Yamamoto. Not only that, but it wishes to throw you the one from the future, who annoys the hell out of you even more. You have a wish to beat that man, more than the one punch you'd been allowed before. While your future self may have failed the Tenth, Yamamoto did so as well, and therefore he is unacceptable.

You wipe your eyes quickly with your sleeve before rolling them, giving him a little credit for not pointing out the messy state you're in. "Put that box away," you say flatly. "I don't do with threats."

"Ah," you say as you pocket it again, running a hand through your hair with a nervous laugh. "Sorry. I'd thought you might be an intruder."

You're *nervous* around this boy, and you really shouldn't be, but he is the more unpredictable Gokudera.

"Uh huh." You narrow your eyes at him. "I'm supposing that you hadn't reacted that well when the Tenth was in trouble." Even you can sense that statement is a little too harsh, but you can't fucking help it.

You narrow your eyes at that accusation. It may not have been fair, but it was also entirely expected. You suddenly miss *your* Gokudera, the one that didn't hate you anymore, the one that didn't say shit like that.

"Don't try to bait me," you say. "I will not be a target for your emotions."

Ugh. You don't like it when people point out that you're being unfair. You feel terrible over it all of a sudden, which you fucking hate, because Yamamoto should deserve whatever he gets. You glance away as your eyes tear up again, hoping to fucking god he still has the sense not to mention it.

No, you have the sense to take care of it. You reach and turn his face back towards you, wiping the tears away the best you can. "Shit," you say. "You're more overwhelmed by this than we thought."

You jerk away from his hand. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" For a moment, you were comforted by it, but then you realized who was doing it, and you just had to force a recoil.

"You don't need to pretend to not want comfort, you know," you say, patting his head. There is such a height difference between you two that it is almost comical - he is just so very young, and you feel so very old. "I know otherwise."

"I'm not pretending to be really fucking annoyed by you," you say, jerking away from his hand again. "Don't treat me like a little child!"

You exhale out a sigh, pulling your hand back. "Alright," you admit. "I could correct my behavior a little."

Will he calm down with that one concession?

You're... not sure what to do with that apology, actually. You hadn't expected it, and even if you had, you wouldn't have expected it to be sincere. Rather, you would have expected it to be a clueless apology, one given by an airhead.

"Uhh, alright," is all you can really come up with. "The hell do you even care for, anyway?"