Baseball Freak's a UMA!

Chapter 5: No, I'm Not

A/N: Warning- this will be a pretty bad ending.

A week later...

Hibari and Mukuro had returned successful, even though they still managed to hate each other just as much. The Estraneo family had been 'put to rest,' as Reborn liked to put it, and those who had assassinated Yamamoto Tsuyoshi were both out of sight and out of mind.

It was now time for Gokudera to break the news to Yamamoto.

"Yamamoto...," Gokudera started as he sat down at a table across from the baseball player. "We need to talk." Yamamoto suddenly heaved a dramatic sigh, and Gokudera paused, confused. "What's up with you?" he asked.

"You think I'm a UMA, don't you?" Yamamoto said. Needless to say, the silverette was caught off guard. Since when did baseball freak catch on to something?

"... So you know," Gokudera said, slowly sitting back in his seat. He then paused, and shook his head. "That's not what I was going to tell you. Mukuro and Hibari took the liberty of assassinating the Estraneo family... again."

Yamamoto gave a small, highly uncharacteristic shrug, and murmured, "I know Tsuna's trying to help me out, but I really don't need it. I'm fine, Gokudera. I promise."

"What's done is done, baseball freak," Gokudera mumbled back.

"So, why exactly do you think I'm some sort of unidentified mysterious animal?" Yamamoto asked. The silverette tensed.

"Well, Takeshi, you should know the answer to that already," he said. "After all, you're the one who has been sending me dreams." The taller man made a confused face, so the Italian growled, and continued, "You know? Dreams about you! Like you playing the piano, and that other one where you were... were..." He drifted off, seeing the silly grin that Yamamoto now wore. "What's up, Yama...," as he drifted off, he realized himself what he'd just admitted to, and he flushed red. "No! It's not like that!" he protested.

"It's okay, Hayato," the baseball player laughed. "I get it now."

"No, I said it's not like that!" Gokudera denied, looking away.

"Does this answer your question better?"

Gokudera looked back at the baseball player, then gasped as the other male swept in, pecking him on the lips as if it were the most natural thing to do. When the ravenette sat back down, the silverette was speechless. "Wha... why...?" he barely managed.

"Well, if I were a UMA, would I be able to express emotion?" Yamamoto asked, still grinning.

"Tha... I... n... I need to go research!" Gokudera announced, before running out of the restaurant. Yamamoto sighed, shaking his head in slight pity.

"So much for that," he laughed. He then looked up at Gokudera, and smiled.

Whether I'm a UMA or not, and no matter what you believe, one thing won't change, Gokudera.

That is... my feelings for you.


Yeah, well, that sucked big time. X'D At least now... ...

*sigh* Thanks for following, even though this story wasn't exactly in the top... hundred. XD