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After a long ass day showing Ryuutaro around the places he knew in Italy, Hayato and his boyfriend retired to the hotel the Author has shipped them together in. It was pretty nice, and at least Hayato didn't have to pay... granted he had already picked enough pockets to keep them held over for a week.

While Hayato had grown up hating his home... being in the familiar climate and speaking his native language again was a rare comfort after spending lord knows how many years they've been stuck at the manor. And to be able to show Ryuutaro the more charming aspects of his homeland. Though it had been a long day, they had been on their feet and were getting ready to crash, but the sights and sounds of Italy had drawn the boy to the window. He had opened it and was leaning out of it, letting the wind blow through his hair. His shirt was discarded due to the temperature, his necklace beat against his chest as the warm night air blew it. He's got a great big smile across his face looking at the lights over the Italian city.

"Damn.... it been a real long time..."

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Nobuhiro felt like he just made a terribly mistake, but then again he knew very well that even without his approval, or kind-of-approval, these things would be happening. It was better to keep up an illusion of him still having any sort of control left.
Besides, he didn't really think Ryuutaro would ever make a promise for such a long period of time anyway.

"Well then. Was that all?"
He really did want to stop this brain-breaking conversation now. It was exhausting and would lead to nothing good.

"Y-yeah, that's all. Thank you." Gokudera gave a grateful bow of his head, before starting to struggle to stand up. He took a deep breath and tried to push himself up on his knee but wobbled and had to sit back down again. His cheeks flushed from the embarrassment or being too weak for such a simple motion after claiming he would be strong for his boyfriend.

Without waiting for any kind of response, or giving himself a minute to recuperate, he quickly forced himself back on his feet, regardless of any pain from his injury. Naturally, it was a stupid move. The moment he got up to his feet he could feel the blood rush from his head, leaving him dizzy. He stumbled and reached out for anything nearby to catch himself as he knew he was going to fall otherwise.

Nobuhiro had been getting up himself, watching Hayato's struggle from above. The kid was in a bad condition. The more he was trying to not let it show, the more obvious it was to Nobuhiro. Silly.

In the second he had to react when Hayato stumbled, Nobuhiro contemplated just letting the kid fall down to the ground again, but then he decided against it. Instead he took a step over and steadied Hayato a bit, just a bit, with an unreadable expression.
It wasn't anything he did out of compassion or liking, but more of a sign showing how superior he was in every way. It was silly to have these silent battles with a child and that was why he would make no comment, the knowledge was just for himself.

The teen squinted his eyes shut, his forehead coating in sweat, just swayed there for a moment until his head leveled out and the feeling of vertigo faded. But when he looked up was who had kept his from falling, his eyes widen face goes from pale to burning red. He quickly pulled away, but not quick as to appear disgusted (more like very, very, flustered).

"I-I'm sorry! ThankyoubutIshouldreallygobacktoRyuutaronow." He bowed, but then winced. Right. Bowing with a hole in your side is a thing that hurts. Still, he's quick to make himself scarce... well, as quick as he can be given his condition. So he hobbles back to the room they shared and just looked at his boyfriend for a moment...

Then a big smile spread across his face. He walked over and just wrapped his arms around him in a hug. He was so happy... it was worth going through what he did... Nobuhiro still didn't like him... but he could move forward with Ryuutaro and not fear being cast out from his family because of it.

Ryuutaro let out a sigh of relief as Hayato came back in and seemed to be okay, too. The longer he'd been gone the more worried he was getting. He was terrified of what his father could do to Hayato, emotionally. Not to mention that he still didn't like letting Hayato out of sight again. If he wasn't in sight he could vanish... and that.. he couldn't let it happen.

Ryuutaro leaned against Hayato's shoulder silently for a moment. He was trying hard not to let his former and current worry be seen too much.
"What did you talk about...?"

Gokudera leaned his head down so the tip of his nose touched Ryuutaro's.

"How much I love you." He leaned forward to press his lips against his boyfriend's for a moment, then pulled back, but kept their faces close, "He said... that... it's okay."

He brought his hand to Ryuutaro's face, cupping his cheek and gazing into his eyes... he really did look tired. He couldn't wait until they got to the Vongola base, where they could both get more rest.

His father.. had said that? It seemed strange to Ryuutaro, but he didn't really think Hayato would lie to him either. Still, Ryuutaro was confused. But also way too exhausted to think about it too much. It was already giving him a headache.

"That's... really good news... Although I'd wonder how you made him say that..."

He smiled tiredly. Whatever... it was the first bit of good news they had had this afternoon, even though he still felt hateful about families and failed to see how approval would matter in any way.

"I just told him the truth." ...and kind of just poured his heart out to him, but that would be embarrassing to admit.

The little moment was interrupted, however, by Bianchi holding a clean shirt for her brother. "Hayato, here, we should head out quickly, you shouldn't be on your feet."

Hayato turned and gave a little nod, taking the shirt and putting it on.... it was large. The teen's face instantly soured. "This is Shamal's ain't it?"

Bianchi chuckled a bit and turned to lead the way out of the room, "It is, but it's better than you walking through the streets without a shirt in your condition."

"I ain't gonna just fall apart!" he growled, "I've had worse!"

And as they walked out, a finally recovered Shamal made an appearance, and draped an arm around Hayato's shoulders, "Oh, come on, not going to give me any credit for my heroic efforts dropping everything to come and rescue my little pupil~"

Hayato instantly slammed his elbow into the grown man's side, to get him off, "DAMMIT GET OFF ME OLD MAN! YOU SMELL LIKE CHEEP BOOZE AND FRENCH WHORES"

"Hmmm..."Bianchi mused almost to herself, "desperation and poor life choices. So very fitting~"

She watched the two bicker momentarily, glad to see Hayato being his fiery usual self, but she didn't like the idea of him going too far either. She turned to Ryuutaro, "If you could get Hayato, I'll take care of Shamal. As nice as it is to see the children playing together..."

...and she is unwrapping a morsel of food from her pocket....

Ryuutaro raised an eyebrow at the food. He'd heard enough stories by now to know where this was going. Then he shrugged, opening his fan to clap it shut a second later and gave Bianchi a nod.

He absolutely didn't care whatever she did to Shamal with this food, but he was fairly sure his presence and the fan would be enough to get Hayato off the doctor's case for a moment.
He walked over to tug on his boyfriend's sleeve, get him to turn and confront him with a fan-shush, while Bianchi... would possibly cause Shamal considerable pain, but that was none of his business.
"Hayato, I think you should remember that you're currently recovering from an injury, so you might want to act according to that."

Hayato's eyes widen momentarily and he goes slightly cross-eyed looking at the fan on his lips. Unable to speak he gave a little obedient nod, but at the abrupt 'thud' from behind him, his face soured. He looked over his shoulder and low and behold- Shamal passed out on the ground with on of his sister's concoctions smashed in his face. Without missing a beat, Bianchi grabs Shamal by the ankles and unceremoniously drags him out of the room.

"Hayato, come on, you shouldn't be on your feet for so long!" She called from the halls.

Hayato just stared for a moment, as even he knew just how crazy his sister was. After a sigh and a little shake of his head he started to follow, "I swear if anyone questions why the hell I ran away to live on the streets...."

In his current mindset Ryuutaro barely even twitched at Bianchi's cruelty. He had hit a point where emotional trauma and lack of sleep prevented him from even beginning to care. Admittedly, his sanity argued that this was very weird, but his mind was too tired to mind it.

So he just shrugged lightly and followed along. Being anywhere was better than being here, he supposed.

Bianchi lead them through the halls and down the stairs, paying no mind to Shamal's head as it thunks against the steps. Hayato just continued giving his sister and the limp doctor a look as he eased his way down along with his boyfriend.

Once they got to the car Hayato slowly made his way in, while Bianchi dumped Shamal in the trunk and proceeded to threaten the driver and all his spawn to ensure he would drive safely. Hayato stopped paying any mind to what his sister was doing however. Leaning against his boyfriend was a much nicer thing to focus on. He smiled a little bit. Even after all this chaos... this big mess that happened because of his family, and even despite how much of a wreck he was...

Ryuutaro was still right here by his side.

There was an abrupt little sniff, and then a little laugh, his voice cracked as it was choked out. Then, the tears started to roll down his cheeks again, but the teen's smile never faded. He took Ryuutaro's hand and held it tightly.

"Ryuutaro, I love you..."

Ryuutaro was surprised when Hayato spoke up. Somehow he had expected this to be a very silent way, but maybe it was just because he himself was so tired. But there were really worse things to fill the silence with. More depressing things, disgustingly true things and disgusting misconceptions alike.
The fortune-teller let his thumb brush softly over his boyfriends hand as he replied.

"I love you, too."

He leaned his head back against Hayato's as well and yawned a little.

"It's alright... It's all alright..."
They could stay like this. Well, maybe less tired and less injured, but in the basics they could stay like this. The rest of the world could and should stay out of it.

Gokudera nodded and smiled, closing his eyes and just letting his tears fall. He didn't even notice when his sister entered the car and they started driving off. Instead he was content to drift off to sleep with Ryuutaro resting against him for the entirety of the ride. He hadn't been awake for very long, but apparently he had strained himself enough to completely crash again.

Once they arrived, there were a pair of men waiting on the front steps of a very impressive estate, that made Hayato's father's look like a mere shack in comparison. Bother were old men, one with a cane and a friendly smile, the other wore ~~the traditional storm guardian scowl~~ a rather stern expression.

Bianchi got out first, and greeted both the Ninth and Coyote respectfully, then after a moment returned to see how the boys were doing. If Hayato was still asleep, it would be for the best, he'd put up less of a fuss about being carried in... and to be honest perhaps the same would benefit his boyfriend as well.

With Hayato asleep, Ryuutaro had a hard time staying awake himself. The panic that had come over him when Hayato was shot and he saw him in the middle of all this blood was slowly wearing off. Hayato was here, alive, next to him. Something like... back then... wasn't going to happen again.
He wouldn't let it happen. Even if he had no idea how to actually prevent it.

For now that wasn't important. It was merely important that whatever Ryuutaro did, Hayato wouldn't disappear just right away. If he closed his eyes, the other would be there when he opened them again. He wasn't 100 percent sure, but being both exhausted from a sleepless night and the mental trouble itself, it didn't actually matter anymore.

By the time they reached their destination he was asleep as well, only half-way waking up when Bianchi opened the door.

Very carefully, Bianchi started to move Ryuutaro without disturbing Hayato. Ryuutaro was the smaller of the two, so she would have better luck carrying him, while Coyote got Hayato. The best thing for them would be for them to remain asleep until they arrived at the bedroom, and while she was fairly certain it would take a nothing short of a bomb to wake Hayato up right now, she knew nothing of Ryuutaro aside from the fact that he had appeared exhausted.

Ryuutaro really hated being touched and Ryuutaro really hated getting help like this. Currently he also about hated everybody and anybody. But more than all of that he hated waking up right now. So even if he was half-conscious of what was happening around him, the more graceful solution was pretending to be completely asleep. Because he totally wouldn't let an almost stranger carry him like this when he was not completely knocked out.
But even if he had tried now, he wouldn't have been able to walk himself anyway. And if so then not very elegantly.
So as both options were unpleasant, he settled for the less exhausting one and kept his eyes closed tightly.

The walk was brisk and quiet, only some hushed dialogue between Bianchi, Coyote, and the Ninth about how to handle the boys. It was settled that they be brought to Hayato's old room, which unlike the room at his father's house, had not been changed much since he left for Japan. Though there was not much there, the bookshelf had books on Japanese culture, from language to holidays and customs...

... and of course a tabloid or two on bigfoot, aliens, and other various UMAs.

Other than that, some clothes had been updated for his arrival, but the room was mostly plain. He hadn't been used to keeping much when he lived there.

Coyote lowers Gokudera to the bed, taking off his shoes and stepping back. At the sudden cold, Gokudera reaches about for the warmth Ryuutaro brought with him, settling only once Bianchi laid Ryuutaro next to him. He immediately wrapped his arm around Ryuutaro and nuzzled close.

As uncomfortable and even humiliating the way in had been, Ryuutaro couldn't complain about the ending position of it all.
Finally a bed. Ryuutaro didn't even sleep in beds usually, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the soft comfort one provided.
Better than the bed, however, was being able to hear and feel Hayato breathe. It very obviously proved he was actually alive and wouldn't be gone soon either. So close to him, Ryuutaro would just have to notice if something happened, even when asleep. They were as safe as possible for the moment.
Except for a quick scan of the room, Ryuutaro didn't open his eyes at all. Feeling Hayato was fine. He could sleep now. This time for real. Skipping right past the dream phase he fell into something alike to unconsciousness.

Hayato wasn't sure how long he slept, aside from the fact that he slept for a long time. When he finally opened his eyes, his head felt foggy and muddled, and his body felt heavy with a bad ache.

In short- he didn't want to move.

He let out a displeased groan as he forced himself to wake more, glancing about the familiar room to try and get his bearings. It was starting to become a thing that he kept waking up in places that he was pretty sure weren't where he went to sleep... or passed out as the case may be. However there was always one constant among all the chaos...

"Mmm... Ryuutaro?"

'Well rested' was the complete opposite of how Ryuutaro felt at the moment, but at least he was able to keep his eyes open without feeling like dying. His rest after he stopped being completely unconscious had been full of nightmares and not very relaxing. At some point he had stopped being able to sleep at all anymore, so he was stuck staring at the ceiling, listening to Hayato's breath.

As his boyfriend woke up he was really glad, because it meant he didn't have to just rethink everything horrible that had happened to them again and again.

"Good morning, darling..."
Ryuutaro wasn't one to throw around petnames a lot, but for once he really felt like it.

And despite barely being awake, the little pet name put a big dopey grin on his face and he nuzzled closer into the crook of Ryuutaro's neck. It was such strange, but nice, feeling to be somebody's 'darling'... especially now. His father didn't want him anymore... but he was still important to someone.

After a few moments of snuggling close, he looked back up to Ryuutaro, his cheeks rosy and his smile still big and broad. He reached up to brush some strands of hair out of his boyfriend's face, and just looked at him.
"Good morning" With a little laugh he pushed himself up so that he could give him a quick kiss before returning to his initial position, "I love you."

Hayato's smile seemed almost surreal considering the given situation, but Ryuutaro was not about to complain. He smiled. It was a weak but genuine one.
"I love you, too."
He almost contemplates saying something even more serious, but he was way too tired for anything like that. It just wasn't the correct situation either.
"How do you feel?"
Hopefully Hayato felt a little better than Ryuutaro himself. But Ryuutaro had a hunch that it would take them both more than a little while to physically and mentally cope with all that had happened. Even if they should be used to such things by now.

How did he feel?

Kind of a loaded question. Hayato buried his face deeper into the crook of Ryuutaro's neck to buy himself some time to think. It was tempting to fall back into the age-old 'I'm fine' habit... but given what happened...

He took a deep breath and heaved it out with a sigh.

"Everything's kinda achy and heavy... but nothin' I'm not really used to." He paused, knowing Ryuutaro meant more than just his physical well-being, "...other than that I... I-I don't really know..."

Part of it hurt. He was thrown away again, and by his own father. More than thrown away even... his own father wanted him to die. On the other, he had Ryuutaro here. So close to him. They made love for the first time just the other night, and even the terrible events from the previous day couldn't overshadow just how close they had become. Not to mention he almost felt... accepted by Nobuhiro. Not liked, but he felt that maybe, just maybe, he might be able to rely on him a little bit- only a little- like someone might a family member.

After a moment of trying to further weigh on his feelings, he spoke up again, "I'm gonna be okay though."

"You are", Ryuutaro agreed. He'd make sure of that. Naturally, he couldn't have expected Hayato be okay just now... But only hearing he'd possibly be alright in the future was enough. They'd gotten so far, this wasn't the time to give up. In a way, they'd been slowly losing their everything ever since arriving at the Manor. Bit by bit they'd been stripped of what had meant most to them before. But they had always gotten through it all, together.
What had happened yesterday was a level up to most of the past events though. But Hayato wasn't dead. This time he survived. That meant it just had to be easier than after Hayato's death.
Ryuutaro brushed his fingertips over Hayato's cheeks and smiled softly. "I'm sure."
You're stronger than that. Stronger then them. Obviously.

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Don't mind me, this account is yet to be paid again, so icon madness will ensue

LOL this is going to be very popcorn.gif worthy isn't it? :>c

Probably XD

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