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Well, Nobuhiro had gathered that much, but the thought of actually encountering Hayato at this place had seemed a really unlikely one up to know.
"Business."
He wasn't willing to give any more answer. It should be obvious enough, one man involved in organized crime and another ones house.
Nobuhiro's look turned even more sour a moment after though.
"Who allowed you to bring my son to such a place though?!"

Ryuutaro couldn't help but roll his eyes. He was spectacularly annoyed right now which was rare enough for him.
"Bring? Oh and I thought I had chosen to be alongside my boyfriend on my own."
He didn't even pay attention to sounding sweet or nice, the irony came out undisguised.

Hayato was far from his best as well. Dealing with his father had him on edge, and discovering that he was hated enough to remove every bit of evidence that he even existed in the house still weighed heavily on his shoulders. And now he had to deal with someone else's father that would gladly see him wiped off the planet. Part of him fell back into wondering what was wrong with him to make everyone hate him so much, while the other part just wanted to hit the nearest thing that made him angry and just forsake even trying in the future.

Unfortunately punching Nobuhiro was out of the question, but that didn't mean he was getting off easy on this. Hayato was at his limit, and he was damn tired of taking shit from everyone around him. He stepped forward

"Alright now you listen the fuck up- I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a rusty spoon then have to deal with the scumbag sitting in the other room. And I'm sure that he is going to elaborately tell me what a worthless screw-up I am far better than you will, so if you could just lay off me for one friggin' day I would appreciate it. Now excuse me a minute while I go wash the spit off my face from the last group who wanted to remind me that I'm a 'cunt-eyed Italian'."

And before he could even try to break off from Nobuhiro, the familiar sound of Hayato's father's voice rang from a few doors down speaking in his wobbly Japanese.

"Hayato. I trusted you to wander the house and be competent enough not to make yourself known to the house guests. You know it would be bad for business if news got out that you were back here." He turned to Nobuhiro obviously oblivious to the previous conversation, "I apologize on his behalf. If you will allow me a few minutes to deal with him and get this ordeal out of the way we can get to discussing business."

Ryuutaro couldn't remember ever having felt this miserable, angry and helpless. His fight with Daidouji had been close, but that had been another thing and it seemed so far away from everything that was happening now and here. It was merely a blurry memory.
Ryuutaro didn't know what to do and it was upsetting him. This feeling of helplessness was still unusual to him, even if it had become more common lately.

As Hayato's father appeared, both Ryuutaro and Nobuhiro turned to look at him.
Maybe it was better that he appeared before Nobuhiro had a chance to reply. The yakuza leader passed a slow nod in Hayato's father's direction.
"Take your time with this, it seems necessary."

And that was Ryuutaro letting out a huff and giving his father the most poisonous of glares.

Hayato's father turned and opened the door to his office to let Hayato in, but the teen planned to take his time. It was something he knew he needed to get over and done with, but he needed to prepare himself a bit. He turned to Ryuutaro with a weak, worried smile, and raised a hand to cup his cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. As helpless as Ryuutaro felt, Hayato knew he would just need him present or nearby to find the strength to get through this.

He leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, then turned to his father his expression hardening and he stepped into the office. His father held the door open for a moment wondering if, what he still assumed was a girl would be accompanying Hayato.

Ryuutaro thought about it quickly. Following inside would probably be horrible, but Hayato needed him right there and the other option was staying out here with his own father... So the decision was fairly simple.

He quietly just slipped inside together with Hayato, anxiously awaiting whatever conversation would follow now.

Hayato's father let the door close and walked in front of the boys beckoning to a set of chairs they could take a seat on, Hayato of course refuses to budge from his spot. He wasn't about to make himself comfortable in this shit-hole. Naturally, Hayato's father is the first to speak up- at least attempting to be inclusive to the young stranger he does so in Japanese.

"So, Hayato, are you planning to introduce me to your little friend?"

"No."

"How about what you have been up to? I heard you went to Japan. What reason could you possibly have to go there?"

"None of your damn business."

"Alright then, why are you here?"

"I used to live here, what other reason to I fucking need?"

The man was obviously starting to lose patience with his boy, as Hayato had clearly already lost it with him. Hoping the 'girl' would be more forthcoming with information he turned to Ryuutaro.

"How about you then? Do you have a name? Or has my boy here forbidden you from speaking to me?" He took a step closer to Ryuutaro, noticing the hickey on his neck. "It certainly seems that you two have been rather busy, haven't you?"

Without any real warning he grabs Ryuutaro's Yukata and pulls it open to get a better look at the mark, he didn't seem to care much about his child's sexual escapades judging by the bored tone, but then his eyes widen when he notices how flat Ryuutaro's chest is.

"You're a boy..." He whips his head to Hayato, his tone raised and his face taking on a harsh scowl, "Explain this immediately!"

Ryuutaro jerked back the exact second the hands made contact with his clothes, but it was too late already. As if he hadn't been irritated enough by every single of this man's words, this gave the final push for him to move several steps backwards, just disgusted to be in his presence as all.
And this was it. Now they were in trouble it seemed. Ryuutaro was a tiny bit scared, but more than anything he was growing angry. Ryuutaro was sick of being play-ball to adults in whatever opinions they had and whatever they wanted to do. This man had no right to comment on anything in Hayato's life, he was far beyond his grasp, as Ryuutaro thought.

He smiled a bit, but his eyes just short a glare. "I never claimed to be a girl, did I?"
... and he was still oblivious to why people mistook him for one...
"My name is Ryuutaro Fukami and I can talk to you just fine."
Whether he wanted to or not was up to him though.

Gokudera's first reaction was to get himself physically between Ryuutaro and his father, his next step was to get Ryuutaro somewhere safe... because he knew this wasn't going to end well for someone. If that wasn't made more apparent by the older man reaching for something in his suit jacket. Hayato pulled out his own weapons and looked over his shoulder at Ryuutaro.

"Ryuutaro, go outside with your dad. I'll take care of this."

Ryuutaro hesitated. Just leaving like this didn't sit well with him. He felt useless, he was worried for Hayato to stay in here alone... But from the vibes Hayato was radiating he got that staying inside here was also a bad idea.
He gave Hayato a firm look before slowly drifting out the door.

His father opened his mouth as soon as Ryuutaro appeared outside.

"Not a word...", he said rather darkly, but then added a smile, "please."
It was obvious that Ryuutaro would not open his mouth again until this situation was resolved.

Not a moment after Ryuutaro closed the door the two erupted in a shouting match, Hayato's father spewing every sort of derogatory term for his son's sexuality that he knew. There was an occasional yelp from Hayato, followed by more yelling by one or the other, though it was all in Italian.

Startled by the unusual amount of yelling from her father's office, Bianchi decided to see what was going on. She looked utterly perplexed to see a man and his... son? standing standing outside her father's office. It wasn't like him to make people wait in such a way. Especially Yakuza. He preferred to get them out of the house quickly... and she could have sworn that other voice... but no... that was impossible. She greeted the pair with a polite bow, "Hello, is something going on that I could help you with?"

Nobuhiro had placed a hand on Ryuutaro's shoulder to keep him from walking back inside the room (his son did look like he was about to explode after all), but Ryuutaro angrily pushed it away, clenching his fists tightly.

As Bianchi arrived Nobuhiro was fast to respond. "No, these seem to be private matters and we're fine just waiti-"

At which a fan was very violently pointed as Nobuhiro's face, almost more of a hit than a shush. He smiled at Bianchi... and it didn't look very friendly or real either.

"'Fine' might not be the correct word for it, but I agree with him. You can't help him with anything, I'm afraid. And you could only help me if you made this" - he pointed the fan to the door - "stop, but I don't suppose you can."
It was five times more blunt than he usually would be, but he wasn't in the mood for anything else right now.

Bianchi looked puzzled for a moment... help him... Hayato? That just couldn't be, he was in Japan with Tsuna and the Vongola... but that voice... and how did this boy know him? If it was indeed Hayato she would need to separate him and their father before they hurt each other, but she needed some answers first.

"If we are talking about the same 'him' then I would be more than willing to help, but first I would like to know why he is here and who you are to speak for him as such."

"If you are looking for a sufficient answer to the first question you might have to delay your rescue a bit. Might I suggest you just ask him that yourself?"

Honestly, he neither felt like making up lies at the moment nor like explaining the truth nobody would believe in.
His father seemed about to make another move to try and talk, so Ryuutaro cut him off again, his smile growing wider while his eyes remained dead serious.

"I'll gladly reply to your second question though. My name is Ryuutaro Fukami and I have the honour of calling him my boyfriend."
The fan snapped open in sync with the last word as he tilted his head. If Hayato's father already knew all damage had been done and Ryuutaro would not, under any circumstances, be ashamed of who he was and what they meant to each other.

Bianchi's eyes narrowed at the refusal to answer the first question. She didn't tolerate arrogance well, at least not when directed at her. However, the next statement completely switches her tone. Boyfriend? Sure, she had a feeling her brother might lean that way... but for him to actually find love? Her expression soften into a smile, and she took a pair of sun glasses from her pocket and put them on before turning to the door. She knew what this was about now at least, and she was more than happy to step in on her brother's behalf.

She peered back over her shoulder at Ryuutaro for a moment, "I would like to talk to you two about this further once this incident is ov-"

Just then there's the unmistakable sound of a gunshot, followed by a cry from Hayato. Bianchi's face went pale and she burst into the room. Hayato was on the floor holding a wound on his stomach, which was bleeding rapidly. He also was sporting a cut to his forehead where he had been struck with the butt of his father's gun, and a swollen cheek and bloody lip from taking a hit to the face. He shakily pulled his hand back to look at the blood in horror. Then looked up at his father looking shocked and crushed at the same time. Was he really that horrible of a person?

Bianchi quickly rushed to her brother's side and pressed his hand back against the injury, muttering to him in Italian to try and keep him calm. Hayato still kept his focus on his father, who didn't have so much as a scratch on him. While Hayato could have easily defended himself, he didn't even so much as draw his weapon against him.

After a mere moment that seemed like an eternity, Hayato's father finally spoke up, in Japanese to make sure all in room understood, "If that thing makes it through this, inform it that it is no longer any son of mine!" And with that he spat at Hayato's feet and stormed off.

Bianchi had half a mind to go after him, as she was clearly irate, but making sure Hayato was okay took priority. Hayato on the other hand seemed heartbroken and on the verge of tears... he... was being disowned? His head started to spin, and everything just seemed to hurt. The last thing he though before he blacked out if those were going to be the last words he would hear in his lifetime.

Ryuutaro couldn't fully tell up from down anymore. Somewhere along these events that happened way too fast and way too slow at the same time he heard himself screaming, but he couldn't fully estimate how loud or quiet it had been.
In a way it was worse than the first time he'd seen Hayato with a dangerous injury. Because this time he might have been able to do something. Why did he listen? He will still as selfish as always. He should never, never have left this room.
As Hayato's father stormed off he could feel the rush of air next to him and Ryuutaro knew he had never hated more in his entire life.
A second later, as his legs finally started to shake Ryuutaro rushed into the room himself, falling on his knees next to Hayato. He could feel his blood on his skin, again. If he lost him again, if that ever happened, Ryuutaro had a feeling that he would have to learn how to hurt and kill.
What was he even doing? He was letting Hayato be bloodied again and again, because of him, because of him. When had he gotten this weak that he couldn't even protect what meant most to him?

His own father stepped closer and somewhere through the mist in his mind Ryuutaro could hear himself shouting at him to get help and for once, for once do the right thing. He doesn't even notice anymore that his father actually leaves.
Ryuutaro doesn't notice much, except for Hayato. This felt and looked way too much like the time Hayato had died and fear was rushing through every bit of Ryuutaro's body and mind.
"...you're better than that... better than any of them... better than any piece of this world... so ... please..."

Bianchi was quick to peel off Hayato's shirt and press the fabric to the wound, to further halt the bleeding. She looked it over, concerned, but a bit relieved, "It didn't his anything vital."

Lightly she roused her brother enough to get him to hold it there, then fished around in her pocket for her cell phone. She was only on it for a few moments before having to pause the call to look at Ryuutaro.

"Fukami-kun, where are you and your father staying? I have a doctor but we need to get Hayato out of here now."

'And'? For the blink of an eye he looked disgusted.
"I'm not staying with him!"

Then the seriousness of this hits him and he was one step short from actually cursing under his breath.

"Hayato and I don't have a place to stay on this island..."
That much for a safe place to get to... Well, it wasn't like they had planned to even visit this horrible place.

"Then might I suggest you find out where he is staying?" Her tone was mildly annoyed at the time he was wasting on this. She huffed and moved to pick up her brother, one arm under the bend in his knees, the other on his back cell phone still in hand. He was mostly limp, the only sign that he was at least somewhat conscious was the wince on his face as he tried to bite back the pain.

"I'm going to prepare a ride for you to get there, but I need to know where it is."

Ryuutaro absolutely hated to have to do this Have to talk to his father, have to leave Hayato. It was the most frightening thought.
But he saw that is was necessary and that only made it worse.

So he all but rushed out of the room, his steps like more gunfire on the floor of the hallway as he caught his father just to get the address out of him. Because as far as Ryuutaro was concerned his father had absolutely no say in whether or not Hayato got brought there. He didn't like the thought, but everything was better than here.

So soon after he returned and at least could tell Bianchi the where in short words. He hated how she had talked to him, but right now he had no time to be nitpicky.

Bianchi nodded and shifted Hayato so that he could repeat the address to the man on the phone, then spewed out something that sounded like a venomous threat, then took off down the stairs and outside. She quickly laid Hayato down into the back of one of the cars, and grabbed the attention of one of the drivers... by grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, threatening his life and telling him where to drive. The driver nodded and scrambled into the driver's seat of the car to avoid Bianchi's wrath, while the woman turned to Ryuutaro.

Her demeanor instantly shifted from irritable and in control, to fearful, worried, and desperate. She placed her hands on Ryuutaro's shoulders as she spoke.

"The Doctor is going to meet you in front of the building, his name is Shamal. He may not look like much but he's been our family doctor our whole lives. Make sure to keep pressure on the injury to slow the bleeding as much as you can, and please take good care of my brother."

And with that she lets him go to get in the car with Hayato.

Ryuutaro hated that she touched him, but he was much too shaken himself to back away. It seemed like too much wasted effort for this moment. He nods, his breathing still shaky form the panic.
"I will not let him go."
It could mean various things, but Ryuutaro just couldn't think about anything but the fact that he would not let him die again. It was something he kept repeating in his head over and over and it was the only thing that kept him from crying as he stumbled inside of the car.
Placing his hands anywhere close to the injury was a horrible feeling... Hayato's blood on his fingers.. like in the vision... like in reality... He had to struggle to keep his breathing slow enough, but he could do this.
He was not letting him go ever again. This world could not have him, neither living nor dead.
"...you're better... so don't... don't even think about letting them get you... Hayato..."

Gokudera didn't respond, only vaguely aware that the words were being spoken, and to him, but he heard them. It took a few minutes to process, and he couldn't even think clearly enough to register who said them... but he kept breathing. He was in pain, he was hurt pretty bad, but if he just kept breathing he would be fine. So his breaths kept coming, shaky from the pain but still steady and strong.

The driver rushed to the address, where a rather disheveled looking man pushed himself up off the front steps to help his dipshit of an apprentice... but he sobered up a bit when he say his condition. He opened the door and looked at the... boy... definitely boy... his chick-senses were definitely not tingling with this one, and then held his arms out to try and pull Hayato out of the car, "Hand him to me."

Ryuutaro's heart and mind were practically screaming at each other inside his head. His instincts told him to scream at every part of this filthy world, to keep Hayato to himself and never, never let any of these people get close to him again...

...but his mind knew that more than anything Hayato needed professional help. So he did as he was told, as careful as he could. His facial expression was a mixture of worry, anger and panic. This man should better be good at what he did or Ryuutaro would make him question all of his senses. Maybe he was weaker than anybody in this world, but he had trained battle hypnosis...
A thoughts process like this just further proved to himself how instable he was right now, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He could deal with sanity later.

Shamal scooped Hayato up and let out a 'tsk' shaking his head, before muttering something have to Hayato and half to himself, "Gonna be the death of me if you keep gettin' banged up like this, kid."

He walked into the building, letting Ryuutaro lead him to the room and getting the men by the door to let them in. He lay Hayato down on the bed and removed the blood-soaked clothes to get a look at the wound. He let out a sigh and reached into the white overcoat for some tools, and a needle and a small vial of liquid. Inserting the needle into the vial to take in the liquid he then inserted it by the would and injected the contents into the injury. Soon after Hayato's face relaxed as he no longer felt the pain. Then he started working on the injury, sewing up the wound. Despite the stumble when he walked, his hands were steady and he was calm in his work... though he did look somewhat irritated.

"Hey kid, what's your blood type?" He spoke without looking up from his work, it wasn't really a vital thing either, but Hayato had lost a lot of blood. He would live, but it would just make his job easier.

Ryuutaro felt nauseous as he watched Shamal work, but he didn't care. He would not take his eyes of Hayato again for as long as they were in this place and if that meant he had to watch this, then he would.

The question seemed to bring his mind back from very far away, but he still answered relatively quickly.
"I'm blood-type A."
At that he realized that actually he didn't know what Hayato was. They had missed on filling each other in on so much random information... But then again, they had done everything the wrong way anyway.

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This took me way too long.

it had feelings in it~

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I cried too much writing this >_>

/just all the snugging Ryuuryuu ;A;

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