A/N: Dun, dun, dun, dun! Sorry for the lateness! This is the update for you guys! Thank you very much for the reviews in previous chapters! As always, they are really awesome! XD Well, no need to wait any longer! Second part of Piano Memories can be ENJOYED now!

Disclaimer: Katekyou Hitman, Reborn! and its characters belongs to Amano Akira and only her. Luna only borrows the boys (and girls-later) to be played with ‘grins’

Warning: Nothing much, well, Gokudera’s foul language—maybe, hints on YamaTsuna, RebornTsuna, YamaGoku and GokuTsuna

To Become Your Light

Chapter 6: Troublesome Delinquent, Piano’s Memories (2)

Tsuna was sick.

Oh yeah, he was. Precisely, he caught a severe cold—a very high fever. And if you wondered how that could happen, please ask that black suited man over there beside his bed where Tsuna laid his weak body with a cold compress on his forehead.

“It was your fault, Reborn-san!” Irie shouted at Reborn in an annoyed look. “How could you order Tsuna-san to meditate outside in the middle of the night in this season? Even if it is still spring, the night air is freezing, you know! You made him catch that cold! Now he got a fever!” the younger boy still scolded Reborn for his stupid training method that caused Tsuna to get sick. “I can’t believe you! How could you!?”

Reborn only covered his ears in a bored look. “Right-right, it was my fault,” he responded to Irie’s screech less sincerely, annoying Irie even more.

The veins popped out on rie’s head—a LOT ones. “Fine then, it’s your responsibility! You have to keep awake tonight to take care of him!” Irie blurted out while pointing at Reborn’s face in a really-really red-pissed looking face. Then Irie huffed as he stomped hard at the floor when he got out from Tsuna’s room while mumbling something such as ‘inhuman-bastard’ or ‘green blooded-oni’ or something resembling those lines.

Irie slammed the door shut as Reborn uncovered his ears. “Youngster,” then he rolled his eyes and shook his head after making sure that the boy would not hear him. After that Reborn looked at Tsuna’s direction. Tsuna’s breath was heavy, unsteady, and he looked weak and suffering. He sweated a lot and his face was pale. He also looked restless, often flinching uncomfortably.

Reborn sighed in a troubled look. He admitted that last night he had gone overboard. Well, he didn’t know if Tsuna’s body was fragile. He thought Tsuna had enough physical strength to keep up with his adding training schedule. He would lower his standard a bit more and added the training schedule bit by bit after the boy got used to it.

Rebon walked nearing the bed and then sat on it. He took the compress on Tsuna’s forehead and sank it to iced water-filled hand basin. He pried the water out of it and once again seated the compress on Tsuna’s forehead.

Tsuna moaned a bit as a response. “Ngh…cold,” he whimpered as he tried to open his heavy eyelids. It was hard to breathe and he got a very sickening feeling. The air around him was mixed and tangled together, making a very assorted bizarre colour. His head hurt, throbbing as if a hammer pounded from inside it.

“Shh,” Reborn shushed him gently as he touched Tsuna’s forehead under the cooling compress, and then he stroked Tsuna’s head gently, trying to assure the throbbing feeling Tsuna got. “It’s ok, Tsuna. I am here,” Reborn whispered softly near Tsuna’s ear.

Tsuna could feel the warmth of Reborn’s body temperature even if he was in a high fever. He could also hear Reborn’s cool reassuring voice. When he knew that Reborn was beside him, he felt really safe suddenly and could breathe more easily. Tsuna gave up trying to open his eyes; instead, he closed them again slowly while sighing in a relieved look. Tsuna’s lips curved in ‘u’ shape a little as he drifted back to sleep.

Reborn smiled gently upon seeing Tsuna’s sleeping face. “Oyasumi(1), Tsuna,” he said as he kissed Tsuna’s hair while closing his eyes.

Hnn? Are?

Tsuna opened his eyes slowly. It was not dark. “Huh?” Tsuna was dumbstruck. He looked at his hands and he could see them perfectly. “What the—?”

“Hayato,”

Tsuna perked his ears upon hearing that gentle voice. He lifted his face and looked at in front of him. There was a lady in white-sparkling dress. She had long wavy silver hair and was really beautiful. Tsuna was mesmerized by the splendid form in front of him.

A tenshi(2)…?

Tsuna couldn’t help wondering as he admired the perfect beauty in front of him.

The lady noticed Tsuna’s speechless form and asked. “What’s wrong, Hayato? Come here.”

Eh…?

Tsuna’s body moved on its own accord. He didn’t mean to say anything, but he opened his mouth and spoke a voice which didn’t belong to him. “Kaasan!”

Wha—?

Tsuna was confused. He didn’t understand, but it seemed he had become another person. The lady called him Hayato. Of course, Tsuna was conscious, but his action was out of control. He didn’t know why he spoke or moved like that. He just followed the flow before suddenly he felt really hurt.

“No, no! Kaasan! Kaasan!” he screamed, trying to catch his mother’s figure, but the lady in front of him was surrounded by the darkness and was moving away from him. She reached her hand, but Tsuna’s small hand couldn’t grasp it.

“Hayato—!”

Tsuna widened his eyes in panicky as his mother began to disappear in the darkness. “No—, NO!” Tsuna ran after her, but no matter how far or how fast he ran, he couldn’t catch her up. “No…, don’t—, no! Kaasan!!”

“AAARGH!” Tsuna screamed and woke up violently from his sleep, his eyes wide open, cold sweat breaking out from his entire skin. His heartbeats hammered his chest really hard, fast, uncontrollably. He breathed heavily, unsteadily. It was as if he had just been strangled to nearly die. He clutched his arms with trembling hands, tears prickling from his soil-coloured eyes.

“Tsuna!” suddenly the door was opened and Reborn rushed inside his room. Tsuna turned his face at the door’s direction, but of course he couldn’t see anything. Still he could hear Reborn’s voice even if it was dark, really dark. The tears kept making their way to Tsuna’s pale face, wetting his cheeks. “Tsuna…what happened?” Reborn walked nearing the trembling boy and looked at Tsuna’s scared face. “What’s wrong?” he asked and touched Tsuna’s hair.

“Re-Reborn…,” Tsuna at least could spoke with hoarse voice. His throat was pretty dry. It was hard to speak. “N-nightmare…I—, mom…,” Tsuna couldn’t really explain it himself. In that dream he became a boy who was not him, and about his silver haired mom in his dream who disappeared in front of him. “Ah, I…,” he stuttered in trembling voice.

Reborn sighed in pity seeing the weak side of this boy. He had ever heard that people would be psychologically weakened by the sickness. They became more fragile and longed for company.

Reborn then sat on Tsuna’s bed, grabbed Tsuna’s hand and pulled him closer to him. “There, it’s fine. It was just a dream,” he said while hugging the boy in his warm arms and putting the boy’s head on his wide chest. He stroked Tsuna’s head gently, trying to reassure him.

Tsuna was surprised at first, but then upon hearing the other’s steady heartbeats, he calmed down a bit. He clutched Reborn’s back and closed his eyes to calm his hammering heartbeats and to steady his breaths. After sometimes, Tsuna loosened the hug. “Ah, umm…sorry for that…,” he said lowly, face pink upon beginning to realize that he had done something so embarrassing.

“It’s ok. I also have responsibility for making you catch a cold,” Reborn said, chuckling a bit, as he ruffled Tsuna’s hair.

“Unn…,” Tsuna responded to it slowly, still blushing.

Reborn smiled. “Do you want to drink something?” he asked.

“Yeah, my throat is dry,” Tsuna said. Reborn stood and took a glass of water from Tsuna’s studying desk.

“Here,” he put the glass on Tsuna’s grasp. The boy gulped the refreshing water slowly until he emptied the glass. “Do you want more?” Reborn asked again. Tsuna shook his head. He was a bit dizzy.

Reborn put the glass back on the table before sitting back on Tsuna’s bed. “Let see,” the older man spoke suddenly then, brought Tsuna’s pink face up to him and put his forehead on Tsuna’s. “You still have the fever. Go back to sleep,” he continued.

“Unn,” Tsuna responded again, his face still red either from the fever or the blushing.

“What? Are you scared to sleep because of the nightmare?” Reborn asked teasingly now. Tsuna would become even redder if it was possible. “What did you dream about?” then the man asked with such concern in his tone.

“I…don’t really understand myself,” Tsuna spoke lowly. He paused for awhile to hear the older man’s reaction. No reaction, so he assumed he could continue. “There was…this boy named Hayato. I became him in my dream. I had a mother, a very beautiful one with long wavy silver hair. Then she…disappeared in the darkness. I felt really terrified and sad and scared; I…, no matter how far I ran, I couldn’t catch up, so….” Tsuna trembled again and his face paled severely.

Reborn stroked Tsuna’s hair again. Tsuna stopped and lifted his face at Reborn. Even if he couldn’t see it, he knew Reborn was concerned. “It’s ok, Tsuna. It was just a dream. Everything will be alright,” he said again with soft gentle voice, reassuring Tsuna.

Tsuna smiled small at that. “Yeah,” he replied.

“And if you’re still scared, I don’t mind sleeping with you,” Reborn added, snickering.

“I do mind,” Tsuna replied at that right away, a vein popped up on his head.

Jeez, that Reborn…

Then the younger boy sighed and smiled again as he laid back on the bed. Reborn was still on his side, stroking his hair gently before the boy closed his eyes again in comfortable sleep. Tsuna didn’t expect that Reborn could be that gentle. Well, despite his bizarre personality, Tsuna guessed that he also had a sweet side after all. He hoped he could see the sweet side more than the wicked one though.

“Hey, Gokudera, wait!” Yamamoto’s eager voice tailed the silver haired half Italian boy as he walked on the corridor to his class.

Gokudera tried to ignore him, but Yamamoto’s happy tone was just too much to ignore. Veins popped on his head at the third so-casual-call to his name, and the boy stopped to glare at the spiky haired boy. “What do you want?” he growled.

“Eh, err…it’s about the request from class president,” Yamamoto lifted his two hands in front of his chest, meaning no harm. “You wrote in the special ability column in our class’ pamphlet that you can play piano, so about the festival next month…,”

“I refuse,” the half Italian-Japanese boy replied immediately without any hesitation.

“I haven’t asked anything…,” Yamamoto said, sweat dropping.

“You just wanted to tell me to handle the opening ceremony in the hall to play piano, right? Or to play piano when the other students sing our school’s song?” Gokudera guessed in a nasty look.

“Eh, not telling, but asking…ah, well…kind of that,” Yamamoto still smiled at him friendly.

“Don’t be kidding! No way would I do that. Tell him I don’t want to do anything for the festival. I will stay at home,” Gokudera turned his back again at Yamamoto when the taller boy grabbed his shoulder. Gokudera stopped. “Let go,” he said in warning tone as he glanced at Yamamoto’s strong hand.

“Don’t be like that, Gokudera. You can’t ignore all the problems continually like this. Do you intend to shut yourself from the world outside forever?” Yamamoto asked in a concerned face.

Shut up…!

“Once in a while you should maintain social life too, you know?”

Shut up—!

Gokudera gritted his teeth as the other rambled about how important social life was.

“Anyway, you can’t live by yourself for the rest of your life. That’s why—!?” Yamamoto widened his eyes when Gokudera suddenly moved, reached his neck, and slammed the taller boy’s back hard on the corridor wall.

“SHUT your fucking MOUTH UP!!” the boy exploded furiously. He glared dagger at Yamamoto’s shocked widened eyes. “I’d told you to not bother me anymore! Can’t you even understand my fucking language!? I want to be fucking alone and I don’t give shit about my goddamned social life for crying out loud!” he yelled at Yamamoto’s face angrily, snarling.

Gokudera was not a patient person and this guy in front of him thinned the already thin straw he called patience inside him even more.

Yamamoto didn’t release his gaze from Gkudera. He was shocked of course, but when he looked at Gokudera’s eyes, deep into those pools of emeralds, he found something. It was not just anger. It was something else; the sadness—and it was quite deep. Yamamoto softened his gaze at the other boy. Gokudera looked startled at that and before Yamamoto had chance to say anything, Gokudera had punched him first—right on his face.

“OW!!” Yamamoto yelped at the extreme reaction and covered his painful face as he knelt down in front of the panting Gokudera. “Ow-ow-ow—!” he still moaned painfully as he stroked his face, trying to reduce the pain a little.

“Fuck you!” Gokudera yelled loudly once more while lifting his middle finger before he ran (away) from Yamamoto’s pained state.

T-that bastard—!

Yamamoto thought while veins popped on his head. Damned, it hurt so much; he almost cried.

“Ya-Yamamoto, are you alright?” some other students who witnessed the violence lent him hands. They looked concerned. Yamamoto grabbed one of their hands and stood slowly still covering his face, the others helping support his back and shoulders.

“Do you want me to call the teachers?” another guy asked, looking concerned as well.

“No, cool down, guys. I am fine,” Yamamoto said, trying to smile even if it was forced one. It still hurt, so much he could not even smile ordinarily. “Ouch—,” he covered his face which was swollen pretty badly. He was sure it would leave a big mark tomorrow. Yamamoto sighed weakly at that.

“Are you sure? Do you want us to accompany you to the infirmary?” a girl asked in worried tone.

“No, thank you. It’s fine. I can go by myself,” Yamamoto replied, still covering his face with one hand.

“Yamamoto, I don’t want to but in your business, but I think it is best for you to stay away from that guy,” his male friend said as he dusted Yamamoto’s uniform. “You know, I can only think you approached him on purpose to be beaten up,” the guy continued, sweat dropping.

“Ahahaha, it’s not like that,” Yamamoto laughed it off. “Well, he just interests me, so I want to be his friend,” he said. Then he parted with his other friends to go to infirmary to treat his wound. “I will not give up,” along the way Yamamoto mumbled seriously while clenching his fists, as if he chanted the words into his heart.

“Yamamoto…what’s wrong with your eyes?” Reborn asked the boy wonderingly when Yamamoto played to Tsuna’s house again.

“Yo, Reborn-san!” Yamamoto grinned. “Ah, this is the result of waking up an angry lion,” he said still laughing freely.

“Are you really alright? It looks hurt,” Reborn said again, pretty concerned.

“It hurts, not just ‘looks hurt’,” Yamamoto corrected. “Anyway, is Tsuna in?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah—; oh, on bed actually, he’s sick,” Reborn answered.

“Eh? What happened?” Yamamoto looked worried now.

“He caught a cold,” Irie suddenly came up behind Yamamoto, startling both him and Reborn.

“Irie…,” Yamamoto looked at the younger boy questioningly because he looked annoyed. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s Reborn-san’s fault Tsuna-san gets sick,” Irie continued while throwing a nasty look at Reborn who only rolled his eyes again and looked away. Irie huffed and ignored the man as he came inside the house.

Yamamoto looked at the two guys, wondering. “What happened with everyone today?” he asked no one in particular, but Reborn heard him.

“Ah, Irie is only pissed off because he is worried. Tsuna is sick and I kind of have responsibility for that. The task I gave him last night was a bit harsh and he caught a cold and a fever after that,” Reborn said.

“Oh, I see…. Well, I can’t visit him today then. I will bother his rest,” Yamamoto said, a bit disappointed.

“Please come, Yamamoto. I believe Tsuna will be happy if you come over,” Reborn said in a small smile.

“Well, I think I will just give him a quick quiet visit and then leave,” Yamamoto smiled back and said a phrase ‘ojamashimasu(3) before entering Tsunas home. He greeted Tsuna’s mom and chit-chatted for awhile before making his way to Tsuna’s room in the second floor.

“Tsuna…,” Yamamoto called Tsuna’s name slowly as he opened the door of Tsuna’s room.

“Welcome, Yamamoto!” Tsuna responded to him from inside in a bright smile. Irie was feeding Tsuna a bowl of warm chicken soup.

“Welcome, senpai,” Irie also greeted Yamamoto in small smile.

Yamamoto came inside the room. “Are you alright, Tsuna?” Yamamoto asked really concerned while closing the door.

“I am fine. It’s only a light fever,” Tsuna said, smiling. He looked much better than this morning, indeed.

“It isn’t light, Tsuna-san! This morning your temperature almost reached 40 degrees Celsius you know! That’s not light at all and it’s that inhuman-bastard’s fault!” Irie reacted heatedly.

Tsuna only laughed slowly and Yamamoto only sweated dropping. “Shou-chan, I am fine now. You should not blame Reborn so much. He also feels guilty, you know,” Tsuna said while sighing nervously.

“Huh!” Irie just looked at other way, refusing to agree. Yamamoto only smiled small at the cute scene in front of him. Though, he dropped his smile after sometimes, looking depressed now.

Of course then, Tsuna noticed a sudden change of aura around Yamamoto. “What’s wrong, Yamamoto? You seem not in a good mood,” Tsuna said suddenly.

“Eh, how can you tell?” Yamamoto asked, surprised.

“Well, I am ten times more sensitive than other people. I can feel it from the air around you,” Tsuna said.

“Uh…yeah, actually it’s about Gokudera again,” Yamamoto said.

“Did something happen?” Tsuna lifted his face at Yamamoto.

“Well, he punched me today,” Yamamoto said.

“Ah, so that is why your face is swollen,” Irie nodded in understanding. He actually had wanted to ask from the beginning, but he just had not gotten any chance to do it.

“Eh, you’re hurt, Yamamoto?” Tsuna looked concerned.

“It’s fine. Only a small wound,” the taller boy said as he took his time and sat on Tsuna’s bed, beside Irie.

“And, why did he punch you for?” Tsuna asked again as he got another spoon of soup from Irie.

“Well, I kind of pissed him off, but you know, I got to know him more today,” Yamamoto said.

“Really?” Tsuna looked interested.

“Yeah, I am not really sure, but…he is kind of sad,” Yamamoto said softly and solemnly at the same time. Tsuna looked at Yamamoto’s direction. The aura is cloudy, as if it were about to rain. “I don’t know why, but when he was angry today, he looked almost cry. He looked as if he were in pain. I wish I knew why he made that kind of expression…,” Yamamoto mumbled slowly while holding his chin, thinking. “And you know, he could play piano, so our class president wanted him to play in our upcoming spring festival and asked me to ask him, but he refused vehemently even before I said anything,” Yamamoto continued, “and I got punched as a result,” he added while grinning pathetically as Tsuna finished his meal.

Irie knew this atmosphere didn’t support him to be there, so he stood. “I’ll get a drink for Yamamoto-senpai,” he said as he took care of the empty bowl and tray. Then he left the room.

“Sorry for that, thanks,” Yamamoto said on the way. Irie only lifted his hand as a response before shutting the door. “He’s such a good kid,” Yamamoto said fondly. Tsuna smiled at that. “Hey, Tsuna…,” Yamamoto called again a bit remorsefully. The younger boy gave him a full attention. “What do you think that makes him shut himself out of the other people?” Yamamoto asked, looking afar.

“I don’t know,” Tsuna replied slowly, but if I met him, I might know,” he continued while smiling softly.

Yamamoto looked at Tsuna’s gentle feature in admiration. And here he didn’t even want to make him meet Gokudera because of this feature of his. No one could stand doing nothing when Tsuna showed this side of his. Yamamoto even almost couldn’t stand it. He wanted to touch him, wanted to lean on Tsuna’s strong yet gentle personality.

“Is it ok…if I hug you?” Yamamoto suddenly asked out of blue, surprising Tsuna and himself. He clasped his mouth shut and blushed pretty hard. Tsuna also blushed a bit, but he didn’t really understand what Yamamoto meant, so he just chuckled.

“It is fine,” Tsuna said while opening his hands. “Come here, Yamamoto,” the boy continued in his gentle smile. Yamamoto blushed harder, but then he uncovered his mouth and moved in front Tsuna, near enough to embrace him, but he only touched Tsuna’s waist a bit and smiled small as he put his head on Tsuna’s shoulder.

The shorter boy responded to it by hugging Yamamoto’s back softly but tightly. “You still can go further, Yamamoto,” Tsuna whispered the reassuring words and tone gently on Yamamoto’s ear. “I believe he and you will understand each other someday. You only have to try your best and don’t ever give up,” he encouraged him while closing his eyes.

“Thank you,” Yamamoto felt extremely warm and relieved when Tsuna held him like that. He still couldn’t believe how Tsuna could have that kind of effect on him. Tsuna’s miracle strength…was giving other people strength as well.

Gokudera looked at his hand. Yep, it was his hand he used to punch Yamamoto at school earlier. He threw a nasty look at that hand. “Damn it,” he mumbled as he scratched his messy hair and leant on the wall of his apartment bed room.

I didn’t mean to punch him. My hand just moved on its own accord.

Gokudera thought, a bit guiltily. Well, not that he would admit that though. Of course he realized that Yamamoto didn’t do anything wrong, but he just couldn’t stand him intruding his personal distance. Somehow, Gokudera was afraid. He didn’t know why, but he felt a danger from him. It was the first time he saw that kind of eyes. When he glared at Yamamoto’s eyes, he saw the gentleness, the understanding, and it was as if Yamamoto could see him, the real him inside through his eyes.

“It’s not like I hate him that much, but I just wish he would stop this nonsense,” Gokudera sighed and laid down on his bed.

I wonder why he insists on coming near me….

Gokudera couldn’t help wondering at that. Then he also remembered about the piano thing the dark haired boy mentioned earlier. “Playing piano…,” Gokudera sat again and then stood from his bed. He went to the living room of his apartment and looked at the elegant old black grand piano his mother used to use to play him tunes.

Gokudera walked nearing it and slowly caressed the beautiful thing. “It has been a long time…since I play you, ne,” he spoke lowly as he sat on the black chair. Then he seated his hands on the white toots. He closed his eyes and then his fingers moved elegantly, professionally to press the toots, as if they were dancing on that thing, producing very beautiful tunes of classic music his mother used to play for him.

But then he stopped at the middle of the music, feeling really sick suddenly. He covered his mouth, wanting to throw up. “No good…how can I show this kind of thing to other people?” Gokudera then clutched his hands hard, almost making it bleed as he tried to steady his breath.

“Remember…don’t play in front of other people when you’re sad, because they will feel your sadness as well through your play….”

Gokudera remembered his mother’s words and wiped his tears. “I will not…play in front of people anymore,” he said in solemn look. “I will only play for myself,” he leaned on the chair’s back and looked at the ceiling. “I will not show them this pathetic self,” Gokudera continued as he closed his eyes in painful expression.

Gokudera skipped class today. Heck, he even didn’t have to attend one in the first place. He was genius after all. Ok, scratch that. That was not the reason. He just didn’t want to meet Yamamoto, so he just ditched his class for sometimes before he was ready to meet that stupid baseball freak again and ignored him completely.

Huh? Where did Gokudera know that Yamamoto was a baseball freak? Not that he paid him any attention. It was just everybody talked about it, relating him and baseball as if they were soul mates or something, so it was natural if he thought that Yamamoto was a complete baseball-idiot (and he was not bright with the lesson too).

No, he would not apologize to Yamamoto for punching him yesterday. It was his fault for bothering him—he actually convinced himself that way. Therefore, to hide—wrong, to ignore that baseball idiot, Gokudera was here now, in a music room on the first floor in the south building of Namimori Gakuen. The music room was not used anymore, so he could rest there peacefully without anyone—especially that baseball idiot—bothering him all day.

Gokudera sighed long as he lit his cigarette. Japanese’s school rules was strict, well, not only the school rules, but also the laws. It was actually forbidden for kids under twenty to smoke, but who did you think Gokudera was? He didn’t care such rule existed or not. He smoked because he felt like it. Gokudera leant on the wooden chair and looked outside the window. It was PE class period in his class actually. He looked at the court. They boys were having a baseball match, and the girls…he didn’t see them. They were probably at the gym, doing something else.

Gokudera parted his eyes from the window and rested his gaze on a white piano in front of the class. Yeah, it was music room. Of course there would be one or two music instruments here. Still, why was it always piano? Gokudera rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the thing. However, not long after that he felt really bored.

Why did I bother to come to school today? I should just stay at home.

Gokudera thought ridiculously. He felt really stupid suddenly. Still it couldn’t be helped. It was his nature. He actually liked studying. He liked increasing his knowledge in something. It was not like he didn’t have any dream, but any of it would involve other people and he just couldn’t bear it. He didn’t want to have any relationship with anyone. Friendship and such…was just a bother. If he kept being alone, he would not be hurt anymore. It was fine that way.

Still, this boredom was killing him. Gokudera sighed and stood. He looked at the piano once more and looked at the right and the left side. He made sure that no one was near that class and he also closed the window. Then he sat on a chair in front of the piano. “I think, if this is only for awhile, it is fine…,” he mumbled slowly as he opened the cover of the toots and began to play a piece of classic music he knew.

Tsuna was perfectly healthy today. Yup, he was recovered from the cold and fever and he had promised to come to Namimori Gakuen to cheer Yamamoto up. Well, not that he could see the boy, but he just wanted to congratulate him if he won the game. Then they would have lunch together after that.

Huh? Was it ok to come to other people’s school even if you’re not a student in that school? You should just be a guest for someone who was a student there, right? Moreover, Tsuna knew the principal of the school. His father was a friend of the principal, and Tsuna had ever aimed to Namimori Gakuen once before he got the accident. If he came to play, he was sure that the principal would allow him to sight-see. Well, not that he could see anything though.

Still, Tsuna kind of missed it, the school activity. If he was capable, he would go to school even if it was just for looking at the students doing their activities. Right, he admitted that he was not good at studying, but it didn’t mean he hated it. He would study even if it was difficult to digest the new knowledge.

That’s why…Tsuna came to Namimori Gakuen, Yamamoto’s high school. He was not familiar with the school actually, but he tried to portrait the school ground using all his senses (except his sight-sense). He met the school-guard and said he was a guest for the principal. The guard friendly responded to him and even brought him to the principal’s room. Tsuna chit-chatted with the principal for awhile and gave him his mom’s handmade lunch to the principal as a gift. The principal also welcomed him pretty well and even offered him to sight-see the school, but Tsuna declined it politely. He said he had had a promise with one of the students there and then left the room after thanking the older man.

Tsuna walked slowly on the corridor. The building was quiet. It must have been because it was in the middle of the class period. Yamamoto said he was at PE class period this time, so Tsuna guessed he must have been on the court. Tsuna walked to the front door as suddenly he caught a sound.

“Huh?” Tsuna stopped walking and sharpened his hearing. He heard…music? Tsuna wondered as suddenly he felt interested to go the direction where the sound was coming.

It was a piano play. Tsuna could tell. The tunes were beautiful and elegant in his hearing, but…. Tsuna was not sure or he was just thinking too much. The melody…was wrenching his heart. Even if it was beautiful, it sounded so sad, so…terribly miserable.

Tsuna’s feet walked on the direction of the music room, following the lamenting tunes. Then he stopped in front of the classroom. He touched the closed sliding door and slowly opened the door. Surprisingly, the boy who was playing the piano was too preoccupied by his own play and didn’t hear Tsuna entering the class. Well, Gokudera was closing his eyes when he played the piano, no wonder he couldn’t see the brown haired boy when he entered the room.

By the time Gokudera finished his play, the silver haired half Italian boy opened his eyes only to be shocked by Tsuna’s tear-filled eyes in front of him. Gokudera stood abruptly from the chair, making it fall to the floor loudly. Tsuna jerked in a surprise upon hearing the loud bang and then he realized.

“Are?” Tsuna touched his cheeks. The tears in his eyes had made their way on his face and wet his cheeks, and now he felt really sad for no reason. Suddenly he remembered the lady in his dream and the fear came again haunting his heart. Tsuna closed his eyes and covered his mouth as a word escaped from his mouth, “Kaasan…,” in trembling voice.

Gokudera was utterly shocked at that. Well, he was shocked that the boy could manage to sneak up on him, but he was shocked even more when he saw him crying and more, uttering the word as if the boy could really feel what he felt when he played the music earlier. Moreover, that boy…was the boy he met at the park the night before yesterday. Was it a coincidence? Or did the boy follow him? Nah, that couldn’t be it. Then…why was he here now? Gokudera was wondering as many questions popped up on his head about this mysterious boy.

Tsuna was still crying. He tried to calm down his heart, but he just couldn’t. The air around him was so heart-tearing. He felt really hurt, really sad, but he didn’t know why. Tsuna tried to think, but it just didn’t make any sense. He never felt this heartbreaking before. When he thought why this could happen, he could only guess that this sad feeling he was feeling right now was not his, but it belonged to another person, so it must have been a person in front of him right now; the person who played that mourning tunes.

Still, this was the first time he experienced this. Feeling other people’s emotion as his, what was it actually? Was Tsuna over-sensitive today? Tsuna just couldn’t understand that.

Gokudera didn’t know what to do. The mysterious boy just didn’t stop crying. He looked so hurt, almost breaking Gokudera’s heart as he was looking at him. In that awkward situation usually Gokudera would just leave him, but somehow he felt responsible. The boy was crying…was it because of his play? Well, he could only think that, since he had no reason to cry in the first place. Then, Gokudera could only think one thing to break the awkwardness. “I-I am sorry,” he said slowly in sad face.

Tsuna perked from the apology and once again tried to calm himself. He succeeded this time. “Why are you apologizing?” Tsuna asked, wondering.

“Eh…the music…, it was so sad, that’s why you cry, right?” Gokudera asked in a painful tone.

Tsuna lifted his face trying to look at the boy, portraying his feature in his head. Then he realized that this boy was the boy he met two days before. “You…were the boy at that park the night before yesterday, right?” Tsuna asked.

Gokudera was surprised. He thought this boy was blind, so how the fuck did he know that. “How…?” he couldn’t help asking.

“Ah…, I thought so,” Tsuna sniffed a little as dried his tears. “The aura is similar…but today it’s so miserable, I almost didn’t notice it just now,” he continued as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before sighing it slowly. He was calm now. Tsuna opened his eyes again.

“How can you…are you really blind?” Gokudera just couldn’t believe that. Tsuna lifted his face at Gokudera, showing his cloudy brown eyes. He really didn’t see anything with those eyes. He just couldn’t, Gokudera knew that as well. He was genius after all. Still, what was that expression he showed him? He looked…as if he understood him completely. Gokudera looked at another way. “Anyway, who are you actually? Why are you here?” he ended up asking him questions that had been bothering him for awhile.

“Sawada Tsunayoshi,” the shorter boy answered, introducing himself. “I am here because I accidentally heard your piano-play,” he continued slowly as he performed his heart-melting smile. Even Gokudera blushed seeing it. Gokudera looked at another way again.

C-cute….

Gokudera couldn’t help thinking that way before he mentally smacked his head for even allowing himself to think like that. Then they were silent for awhile before Gokudera asked again unfriendly. “Then…you’re not this school’s student, so why are you here?”

“Ah, I have an appointment with someone,” Tsuna said before he dared himself to ask. “Umm…about that music you played just now…,” he began. Gokudera flinched at the mention of the music. “Could it be that you…?”

“NO!” Gokudera cut him abruptly, surprising Tsuna as the air waved suddenly. “I meant…just forget about it. It was my fault for playing it to begin with. I will not play it in front of other people anymore, so please just forget about it,” Gokudera sounded panicked. The air around him wield around, creating a sharp thick barrier, almost hurting Tsuna’s over-sensitive sense today.

Ugh, again—?

Tsuna felt a jolt of pain as he once again, felt the abrupt emotion the boy in front of him emitted from his body. Tsuna clutched his chest at the unbearable pain and he began to cry again, or more correctly, the tear-gland just reacted to it on its own accord, producing a lot of tears that Tsuna couldn’t contain.

Gokudera was more than shocked when Tsuna began to cry again and he panicked. “Eh—, wait! Why are you crying again!? I don’t play the music, right!?” he said, kind of protesting, but he didn’t understand as well.

“I- I don’t know…! It’s just…I can feel your emotion…. If you won’t stop hurting yourself like this, I can’t stop crying!” Tsuna said between the hiccups, his face red because of the embarrassment for crying in front of other people like that, but he didn’t understand why he could feel this why. He couldn’t help crying.

“W-what—?” Gokudera looked at him as if he were an alien from Mars. Then before Tsuna could say anything more, suddenly the window was banged from outside, surprising Gokudera and Tsuna at the same time.

Gokudera turned his face at the window and was surprised when he saw Yamamoto’s furious face. He banged the window really hard, almost breaking the poor thick window glass. It seemed he was yelling something, but the music room was soundproofed from outside the building, so he couldn’t hear what the boy was yelling. Still, when tried to read his lips movement, he could read it somehow.

Don’t you dare…touch…him?

Gokudera was confused, but then Yamamoto ran away from the window.

“W-what was that?” Tsuna who couldn’t see could only ask.

Minutes later, the music room sliding door was opened in a loud bang, showing a feature of the happy-go-lucky guy called Yamamoto. Still, right now Yamamoto couldn’t be called that way. He looked at Tsuna who was still sniffing and Gokudera who looked at him confusedly. Yamamoto gritted his teeth as he looked at Gokudera furiously. “Gokudera…,” he began slowly, dangerously as he entered the room nearing the silver haired boy.

Tsuna noticed the voice belonged to Yamamoto, but the anger, the intent to kill he felt right now was beyond his imagination.

What the hell!?

Tsuna felt cornered suddenly. He was afraid out of blue. It was Yamamoto, right? So…why did he feel like he was facing a beast!?

Yamamoto neared the silver haired boy step by step in scary look. Upon seeing those glaring eyes, burning with rage, Gokudera couldn’t help step back in fear? He-who was not scared even when he was surrounded by his enemies and gangsters, was scared to this single baseball idiot? The thought shocked the silver haired boy so much he couldn’t believe it.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Gokudera’s collar as he was slammed hard to the window. “What the hell are you doing to Tsuna!?” Yamamoto yelled angrily at Gokudera. Gokudera flinched at that.

“W-wha-, I didn’t do anything!” Gokudera tried to yell back, but his voice was trembling.

“WAIT! Yamamoto! What are you doing!?” suddenly Tsuna butted in as he held Yamamoto’s body from behind in a pale panicked face. Instantly he was slammed by the anger and he screamed. “OW! Stop it, Yamamoto! Calm yourself! It was not his fault!” Tsuna kept shouting, so Yamamoto could hear him inside his anger.

Upon hearing Tsuna’s voice, Yamamoto let go of Gokudera’s collar and then turned at Tsuna who was having difficulty in breathing upon receiving Yamamoto’s indirect anger. “Eh?” he looked confused now.

Tsuna slowly released him and knelt down, feeling really weak suddenly, trying to calm his breath. “It was not his fault. I am over-sensitive today, so I can sense his sadness. That’s why I am crying…,” Tsuna tried to explain. “And your anger…hurts me even more, so please calm down…,” Tsuna said as he covered his throbbing head. His veins almost exploded as the residue of Yamamoto’s anger still filled his sense.

Yamamoto looked at Tsuna worriedly as suddenly he realized that he just blamed Gokudera over nothing. He turned his face slowly at confused Gokudera and smiled pathetically. “Sorry Gokudera!” And he suddenly shouted as he bent his head in front of the surprised boy. “I-I am really sorry for jumping into conclusion without asking first. My-my composure just went away from my sense when I saw Tsuna crying! Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” he continued as he grabbed Gokudera’s shoulders while the silver haired boy only blinked several times, still in a complete confusion.

“A—h, my bad, Gokudera…, I am sorry. It was my fault, really…, I am sorry…,” Yamamoto said, really feeling guilty as he dusted the boy’s uniform slowly.

“Stop it already,” at least Gokudera reacted now, and held Yamamoto’s hands as he looked at the other boy’s face. “So…,” he turned his face at Tsuna who was still kneeling on the floor, “Mind telling me what the hell was this about?” he asked, more calmly now.

Yamamoto only laughed sheepishly and Tsuna sighed in a relief. Then the boys seated themselves on the chairs. Tsuna was ready to tell Yamamoto and Gokudera about what happened to him, and Yamamoto was ready to apologize again to Gokudera for being angry with him because of the misunderstanding.

“That’s why…I don’t know what happened, but my sense is overly sharp today. It was the first time I felt it. I can feel Gokudera’s emotion as mine. I can’t handle the feeling well; and the tears just didn’t want to stop just now, so I cried. Moreover, when Yamamoto came, I also felt his anger, almost bursting my veins. It hurt so much…,” Tsuna finished.

“I see…, it’s because of that,” Yamamoto said while thinking. “I thought Gokudera somehow had hurt Tsuna until he cried, so it was my misunderstanding then…,” he continued in a very guilty look. He lifted his face and looked at Gokudera’s eyes which looked at him and Tsuna, studying them slightly. “Look, Gokudera,” he called the boy and Gokudera gave him his attention.

“What?” the half-Italian boy asked.

“I am really sorry for hurting you earlier. I didn’t mean to…. I was angry so my sense just didn’t work. I am really sorry,” Yamamoto once again apologized to him, looking really sorry. Yamamoto looked at Gokudera’s eyes sincerely and Gokudera then began to realize that this guy in front of him was not lying. Even he could tell that. He was really sorry and his serious anger just now was not a lie either.

“You…,” Gokudera spoke lowly as he didn’t let his gaze off of Yamamoto. “You’re a type of person who can show anything you feel, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Eh, well…, I am tired of hiding my true self from other people, so I have stopped doing it a long time a go. Well, speaking of which, I only let some people know the true me, not all though, Tsuna is one of them,” Yamamoto answered while scratching his cheek with his forefinger nervously.

“I was really surprised when you’re angry like that just now,” Gokudera admitted. “I thought you could be so cheerful because you didn’t give a shit about the problems around you. It is actually not like that. For you…they really aren’t problems because you can handle them well with your personality,” Gokudera said after studying the boy for awhile.

“Well, kind of, but there was time when I got depressed too, right Tsuna?” Yamamoto then turned his face at Tsuna who quietly listened to the conversation.

“Yeah,” the boy smiled, agreeing him. “So…you are that ‘Gokudera.’ Yamamoto always talks about you when he comes over to my house,” Tsuna grinned then.

“H-hey, hey, Tsuna!” Yamamoto blushed at that.

“What?” Gokudera looked at the brown haired boy incredulously, surprised as well.

“He is often depressed because you don’t welcome his friendship well,” Tsuna said again, ignoring Yamamoto’s small protest.

“What?” Gokudera repeated the question and now turned his head at Yamamoto. “Why would you want to be my friend so badly, baseball freak? You even don’t know anything about me!” Gokudera just couldn’t understand that.

“Well, it’s because…you’re interesting…,” Yamamoto said, still blushing, but he had regained his composure once again. “I thought…well, we’re kind of similar before I met Tsuna in many ways, that’s why…, I want to tell you that you are not alone in this world. There are people who do care about you,” Yamamoto said again, pretty embarrassed at his own cheesy words.

“What a cheesy phrase,” Gokudera said, sweat dropping. Well, he was blushing actually, but like hell if he would show that. “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Right? That’s too embarrassing to say, that’s why I try to show it with my action, but you just always misunderstand it and get angry and all,” Yamamoto sighed, looking depressed again.

“Not…alone, eh…?” Gokudera turned his face away. “It is not easy…to think that way,” he continued lowly, not wanting to feel so miserable because a certain someone would immediately sense it if he did.

Gokudera was a genius quick learner. He understood immediately that Tsuna’s sense was not kidding. He could really feel what other people’s feel and Gokudera was not stupid enough to reveal his emotion again to infiltrate the boy’s sense. Well, he seriously was curious about that Tsuna—boy though. What kind of freaky body did he have actually? Sensing other people emotion as his? Wasn’t that called synchronization in ESP world?

“Why…do you feel that way, Gokudera-kun?” Tsuna suddenly asked bringing the half Italian boy’s back to reality from his inner world.

“Well,” Gokudera now looked at Tsuna. “It’s because…I am always alone,” he said slowly. He didn’t actually wanted to say it, but when he looked at Tsuna’s sincere face, he couldn’t stop his mouth for saying it. What was this feeling he felt now? Why…did he feel this way towards a boy he just met twice? Gokudera didn’t really understand, but he had a feeling that this boy might understand him. It was such a stupid thought, illogical, but he was kind of sure at that.

“What are you saying, Gokudera-kun?” suddenly Tsuna stood and grabbed Gokudera’s collar (how can he do that!?-Goku’s thought). “You are not alone anymore, are you? Yamamoto is here and I am also here. Which part of this do you call it alone?” Tsuna asked with his funny serious face.

Gokudera was surprised at first, but upon seeing his face, a chuckle suddenly made its way from Gokudera’s mouth.

“Ah, he chuckles!” and Yamamoto just had to ruin that moment.

“Ugh,” Gokudera covered his mouth in a surprise, blushing as well.

Damn it…!

Gokudera thought silently, feeling really embarrassed suddenly.

“At least, I can see you laugh, Gokudera!” Yamamoto snickered widely.

“Damn it. Shut up!” Gokudera yelled at the baseball nut, still blushing quite hard and annoyed as well, but Yamamoto didn’t really care. He was happy he could see the half Italian boy laugh.

Tsuna also laughed at that. He felt really strange right now. He could feel Gokudera’s embarrassment, but it was mixed with another feeling. He was sure it was a bit of happiness. Tsuna was almost sure that Gokudera never joked around like this with his friends, well; he doubted that the boy had a friend actually. It was kind of awkward, but he believed Gokudera could learn it slowly from now on.

“Well, then, since all the misunderstandings have been cleared up, let’s throw a sushi party at my house!” suddenly Yamamoto shouted, overly excited while lifting his right arm high.

“Ou!” Tsuna cheered after him (huh, what about the lunch? Ah, forget that little thing!-Tsuna’s thought).

“Huh? Why would we do something like that?” Gokudera set his ridiculous face.

“Let’s go, Gokudera!” Yamamoto suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him.

“Wait—, what?” Gokudera was surprised and stumbled when Yamamoto yanked him to stand.

“Now, now, let’s go, Gokudera-kun!” and Tsuna supported while pushing Gokudera’s back.

“Hey, wait—! What about the class?” Gokudera protested.

“What are you saying? You’ve skipped class since morning, right? May as well, skip the rest,” Yamamoto still pulled him and Tsuna still pushed the boy dragged him out of the school.

“Right-right, it’s a party for welcoming our new friend, Gokudera-kun! Forget about the class and have fun!” Tsuna agreed it right away.

“But my bag—!” Gokudera still protested.

“Don’t worry; we’ll get it later after the party!” Yamamoto just didn’t want to hear Gokudera’s opinion, and together with Tsuna, they dragged the newly new friend they had made to have fun.

Gokudera could only sigh when he was dragged. Well, it was not so bad actually. This Tsuna boy was different with other people. Gokudera didn’t hate his smile. He usually hated it when people smiled at him. They looked faked, but he was not disgusted by Tsuna’s smile. His smile was sincere and even if he had a mysterious power to feel other people’s feeling, he was a good kid. Gokudera had a feeling like that and usually, his instinct was believable.

And Yamamoto…he was really an idiot, but his feeling was real. He laughed and was angry to his heart content. He didn’t fake his feeling. He talked about Gokudera to Tsuna and he was sad when Gokudera rejected his friendship, so it must have been real or else he would not say anything about Gokudera to other people.

And even if Gokudera only knew them in short period time and still had not known much about them, at least they didn’t lie to him. That was bearable enough for now. And he would give a chance to himself, allow himself to believe in other people once more. Slowly…he would know them better, but somehow…he felt a bit better than before.

Is it alright for me to believe it this time, right…Kaasan?

Gokudera thought as he looked at the blue sky. Even if he couldn’t see his mother anymore, at least…he wanted to believe that his mother was beside him, watching him from the world after life.

“Gokudera,” Tsuna grabbed Gokudera’s shoulder and earned the attention of the taller boy who looked at him in a questioning look. “About the music you play back then,” Tsuna began, “If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t pry you,” he said, “but if you feel like talking about it, I will be more than happy to listen to you anytime,” he continued in a really beautiful smile, making Gokudera blush. “It’s our little secret, ne!” Tsuna blinked one of his eyes and then he held Gokudera’s hand happily with a hand as the other hand held Yamamoto’s.

Gokudera was a bit surprised, but then he smiled a little. “Yeah,” he mumbled slowly, gently. Tsuna’s hand was warm. It was almost like his mother.

Ah, yes. He remembered it now. This warmth…he had longed it so much, so much. He couldn’t bear it and suddenly…the tears made their way to his face. It was the first time he cried…after years of being alone. He almost forgot it. The warmth…of human temperature….

Gokudera smiled, but he was crying at the same time. Tsuna and Yamamoto didn’t see him, but he was sure they did it on purpose. They didn’t want to embarrass Gokudera who had a high pride. Still, if it was them, Gokudera didn’t mind it. If it was to them, he could show the real him.

Really…they’re idiots…, but…they aren’t that bad….

End of Chapter 6

Tbc…

(1) Oyasumi: a phrase said before parting to sleep, literally meaning ‘good night’ or ‘sleep tight’ or both

(2) Tenshi: angle, saint

(3) Ojamashimasu: a polite phrase said before entering other people’s houses in Japanese, literally meaning ‘sorry to interrupt’ or something like that.

A/N: Tha-that was hell long chapter I’ve done—, ‘panting heavily.’ Ugh…I have no confidence to post it. Is Gokudera too oOC here? Is Yamamoto’s personality twisted in the middle? Well, I love making the RebornTsuna and YamaTsuna moments though… I almost forgot to make Goku-Tsuna moment, ‘laughs’. Huh? About the synchronization-thing? Ah, I often hear people with strong sense sometimes can sense feeling that actually is not his or hers. They will feel depressed suddenly and start crying for no reason as well. It’s like babies (I actually got the idea from them). They can sense the uneasiness around them and will start cry if it is unbearable. Anyway, this is the end of Gokudera chapter. What do you think? I am sure your hands are itchy to give comment, so why don’t you push that purple button down there immediately to submit some of your thoughts? ‘grins’ Thanks for reading and reviewing! See you in next chapter! And—oh yeah! The next chapter is Hibari’s chapter! (Kyaaa can’t wait to making it XD)

With Love,

Lunaryu