Title: Saving the Storm

Author: Nagi Kokuyo

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Characters: Yamamoto, Gokudera (somewhere between present time and TYL)

Pairings: 8059

Rating: T

Warnings: Mild spoilers, homosexuality (meaning boy x boy love, people), language, violence

Disclaimer: As much as I wish it was different, I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, nor any of its characters, and I'm not making any profit out of this. So, please don't sue me. I don't have anything of worth anyway.

Summary: After a fight gone wrong leaves Gokudera crippled and near death, Yamamoto makes it his mission to get the Storm back on his feet, even if it means risking losing the one he loves. 8059

A/N: Please review! Tell me what you think, and flames are welcome. At this point I'm not planning on writing a smut, but if you'd like, that can change.

Yamamoto tapped the headset, trying to get anything but static; the explosion must have caused interference. Around him the battle raged on; the distinct smells of metallic blood and smoke infiltrated his nose, stinging and making his eyes water. Blood pounded in his ears, blocking out the screams of pain and anger that filled the air of the warehouse. His sword was slick with blood of the enemies, and it would only be later that he would realize how he left a trail of bodies in his wake. The cacophony of fire being traded between the Vongola and the enemy was deafening; it hurt his ears and grated on his nerves.

Somewhere to his right, gunfire exploded, pummeling the warehouse wall with lethal slugs. He dropped to his knees, ducking behind a low wall and cursing. He couldn't get anyone over the comms, and that worried him. There was a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, and something wasn't right. Call it soldier's sense, call it swordsman's intuition—he didn't care, all he knew was that something didn't feel right about all this.

Something was very, very wrong. His Family was in danger. His Boss was in danger.

He tapped it again, scowling. The static fizzled and finally, finally, he got a connection.

"—moto! Y-Yamamoto! C-can you hear me?"

Yamamoto almost cried out in relief when he heard Tsuna's voice through the link; how long had it been since he'd seen the telltale flashes of orange flames? Too long.

"Yo, Tsuna!" he said into the mic, ducked another barrage of gunfire. He winced and bit his lip when a shard of shrapnel grazed his leg.

"Y-Yamamoto! H-help! I need help!" It struck Takeshi how scared Tsuna sounded, and his heart skipped a beat. The Vongola Tenth's voice was shaky and hiccup-y, and it sounded like he'd been crying; it sounded like he was still crying. Battle didn't scare Tsuna anymore; he hated it, of course, but he had accepted it as a necessary evil long ago. They weren't kids anymore, they were adults (nineteen counts as an adult, right?). So what had Tsuna so bothered? There was only one answer to that.

"Tsuna," Yamamoto said slowly, "what happened? What's wrong?"

He dove out of the way as a hand grenade landed a few feet from where he was crouching; he hit the concrete in a roll and was back on his feet in a heartbeat, putting his sword through two of the enemy soldiers. If he didn't survive this battle, he was taking as many of these fuckers as possible. They'd crossed a line when they started pimping out little kids to perverts, and Takeshi had been the first to volunteer for the attack mission. Kids being used as sex slaves was unforgivable; Yamamoto had images of Lambo, I-Pin, and Fuuta whenever he thought about it, and he didn't know if he'd ever been more furious.

He hoped his tone didn't betray how worried he was. Tsuna was like a little brother to him; Yamamoto didn't know what he would do if something happened to him. But no, it was worse than that—so much worse he couldn't have even imagined.

"I-it's not me!" Yamamoto's blood went cold in his veins. That meant it was one of the Family. His heart stuttered to a halt in his chest as reality crashed down on him. No, he thought desperately, not him.

Anyone but him.


Please review, and remember to tell me if you want me to write a lemon.

I had a blast at Phoenix Comicon (so worth the drive out there, and all the walking) with my friends! I went cosplaying as Chrome on Friday, and I was SOOO happy, people knew who I was! I got asked for so many pictures, it was great (I got a hug from Pikachu)! I even got one with a guy dressed as Sasagawa Ryohei, and with a group of REBORN cosplayers (Lal Mirch, Bel, Haru, and Colonello)! It was so incredibly cool, and I was way excited not to be the only REBORN cosplayer.