Ouji-sama: Its COMPLETELY Official! The prince is even MORE amazing than he used to be
Hitman: Oh Puh-Lease! Anyway here is another quick one-shot for our dear readers. We have been able to write these during class, but have had no such luck writing or longer fanfiction without getting caught.
Ouji-sama: But fear not for The prince will not let his peasants down!
Hitman: So! try and hang in their and we will try our hardest to get them all done. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Neither of us own Anything! Except for some Chocolate and marshmallows!:3

The Sleepover Deal

Gokudera stood in front of Yamamoto's home, staring at it with a disgusted gleam in his eyes. He paced in front of the front gate, trying to decide if he was ACTUALLY going to go inside or if he would take the chance to escape what could only be a night of torture. He raced through his memories of the previous day, trying to figure out what on earth possessed him to agree to go to a sleepover at Yamamoto's home. He flushed bright red, suddenly remembering.

'Q-Quit it Yakyubaka!" panted Gokudera.

'Now why would I do that Hayato?' chuckled Yamamoto happily.

'JUST KNOCK IT OFF!' yelled the desperate Gokudera. Yamamoto laughed at this, and kissed Gokudera gently.

'If I do, I'll need you to repay the favor later~' he whispered softly. Gokudera flinched, but he desperate to get SOMETHING over with, he nodded.


Gokudera pounded his head against the wall beside the gate, blushing madly. He couldn't believe he let that yakyubaka get his way like that. Gokudera bit his lip, rethinking yesterday to himself. He gasped, and slammed his head into the wall again.

"STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT!" he yelled to himself. Yamamoto suddenly appeared on the other side of the gate. He stared over it at Gokudera, smiling sweetly.

"Hayato, you do know that we have a doorbell, right?" he chuckled. Gokudera blushed, and glared at him with cold eyes.

"Y-YOU!" he yelled. Yamamoto nodded.

"Yes, me." he replied laughing. He opened the gate, and stepped aside so Gokudera could come in."Come on now Hayato, you'll catch a cold if you stay outside~" he laughed. Gokudera felt like he could seriously punch the rain guardian right in the face.

" DON'T CALL ME HAYATO!" he yelled as he stormed past Yamamoto. Yamamoto chuckled, and wrapped his arms around Gokudera's waist lovingly, kissing him gently on the cheek.

"Oh don't be that way Hayato, I'll let you call me Takeshi!" he exclaimed. Gokudera blushed, looking away from Yamamoto, but not fighting his way out of his grip.

"Wh-who would call you that?" he murmured, trying to keep his strong voice. Yamamoto laughed YET AGAIN.

"Aw, but I can remember yesterday, you were SCREAMING my na-" NOW Gokudera spun around and punched Yamamoto, blushing like mad.

"DON'T SPEAK OF IT!" he yelled, embaressed out of his mind. Yamamoto laughed happily, as if he wasn't hit at all by the blushing Gokudera. Gokudera glared at Yamamoto.

"Why am I here anyway?" he demanded. Yamamoto smiled at him cunningly.

"OH, that, is so I can do with you what I please~"


"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Gokudera demanded still glaring intensly at Yamamoto.

"Maa~Who knows! You'll just have to wait and see!~" Yamamoto sang with his usual damn smile on his face.
There Ya have it folks! We were wondering if we should continue with this little one-shot
Ouji-sama: Yes The prince would atually like your peasantly inputs
Hitman: If so you huys should give us some ideas about what you may want to happen, although we sorta already have something in mind buts its up to you, your interest, and your reviews!
Ouji-sama: So REVIEW peasants and be interested!