(A/N) My first alternate universe story! I've never written an AU before so reviews are appreciated~ I got the idea for this when I was thinking of Yamamoto's suicide scene and I thought, "What if Gokudera was there?" and "What if he saved him instead of Tsuna?" And then this was born! So enjoy!
"Everyone this is our new student, Gokudera Hayato, who has joined us from Italy."
I droned out the teacher as he went on to say to be nice to me and crap like that. Ugh, I was starting to forget why I came to Japan in the first place. Oh yeah, it was because of my father.
That bastard had actually tried to kill me quite a few times before I finally stowed away on a ship to Japan. He wouldn't chase me that far.
When I was finally allowed to take my seat, I sat next to some spiky, black haired guy who was fast asleep. I stared at him in distaste and then faced the board.
"What the heck? I learned this two years ago!" I thought, sighing and pulling out a book.
"Yamamoto!" The teacher called. "Yamamoto, stop sleeping!"
I looked around the room and, seeing that the guy next to me was the only one sleeping, I nudged him in the ribs. Hard. I got some satisfaction from seeing his head shoot up and the slightly wince in pain.
"What?" He asked, looking around with blurry eyes.
"Answer the question!" The teacher bellowed.
I sighed as Yamamoto got the question wrong and went back to my book. Yamamoto sat down and leaned towards me.
"Thanks for waking me up, new guy!" He whispered.
"My name isn't 'new guy'!" I snapped. "It's Gokudera!"
"Oh, well then thanks Gokudera!" He smiled at me and I was momentarily shocked. No one ever smiled at me like that.
"Whatever," I mumbled and went back to my book again.
I chewed on the end of my cigarette, appreciating the small time I got a break from the teachers. None of them could seem to get over the fact that I was a "smart delinquent" as they put it.
Suddenly, I heard screaming.
I looked above me and saw that some guy was about to jump off the roof. Depending on the amount of screaming, they must be pretty popular.
I exhaled my cigarette smoke and ignored the people on the roof. I knew how that guy felt. I had considered suicide before but convinced myself there must be something to live for. I guess that was another reason I was in Japan.
Anyway, someone had to tell that idiot on the roof that, but it wasn't going to be me.
Suddenly, a huge weight hit me and I blacked out as I fell to the ground.
I woke up to a blinding white light.
Grimacing in pain, I focused on the only dark think in the room which happened to be Yamamoto. My eyed widened. Wait, what?
"Oh, Gokudera are you finally awake?" He asked, getting up from his chair.
"What are you doing here?" I growled. I was surprised I actually had a visitor in the nurse's office.
"Well, I wanted to thank you!"
"What for? You already thanked me for waking you in class. Twice!"
"You saved my life! Don't you remember? If you hadn't been standing there, my suicide attempt would have worked!"
It took me a couple of seconds to comprehend what he had said. When I did, my eyes widened again.
"That idiot jumping off the roof was you?" I asked, shocked. "How could a happy-go-lucky idiot like you attempt suicide?"
"I guess it was pretty stupid!" He laughed. "I thought I'd lost the only thing I lived for. But I think I just over-reacted when I broke my arm playing baseball!"
I gaped at him.
"You know, I almost gained a smidgeon of respect for you until you mentioned baseball."
Well that caused him to crack up for about five minutes.
"Yeah, you just proved it was stupid!" He said when he finally stopped laughing. "But anyway thanks for saving me, otherwise I would have made the biggest mistake in my life!"
"And another thing," I glared at him. "How is it that you were the one falling off the roof and I'm the only one in a hospital bed?"
"You cushioned my fall! Because of you, I only broke my arm in a few more places!" He answered, smiling.
Only? Was this guy some kind of superman? I shook that thought out of my head. No, just some baseball idiot.
"Anyway, Gokudera, you don't have to stay in bed. They just put you there until you woke up. Although they said you were bruised all over so be careful when you sit up!" He said, staring at me as I sat up slowly.
"Shut up, I know the process. I don't need some baseball idiot telling me what to do!" I snapped.
"Aw, no need to be grumpy, Dera!" He laughed. I shot daggers at him.
"What the hell did you just call me? Dera? What kind of retarded nickname is that?" I shouted; wincing as pain shot through my body. I laid back down on the bed with a groan.
"I told you to be careful!" Yamamoto scolded me.
"And whose fault is this?" I spat. I carefully tried to sit up again and managed to make it to my feet. I tried to take a step forwards and almost face planted.
Yamamoto caught me before I hit the floor, so I was forced to lean on him.
"I don't need your help," I grumbled as we made our way out of the nurse's office.
"Yes you do~" Yamamoto responded. I harrumphed and fell silent.
People stared at us, some in relief and some in suspicion and confusion. The relief was obviously for Yamamoto's being alive. The suspicion and confusion was again for Yamamoto only they wondered why he was helping a delinquent like me.
I glared at said people and eventually they stopped staring at us.
When we got to the classroom, I pushed Yamamoto away. I didn't need to use him as a crutch anymore. As I walked to my seat, he called after me.
"Don't I get a thank you?"
"No, you don't," I replied. I sat and ignored him for the rest of the period.
(A/N) Well, there's the end of the first chapter. I might not upload this one for awhile since I'm working on some others I want to finish first. So, please be patient! I'll finish it sometime!