When did I promise that?

[unrelenting_rhapsody]

Who: Gokudera and Yamamoto
When: After Prague
What: One partner reminds the other of a debt owed.

A warm, bare hand threaded into his hair and tilted his head back, pulling his gaze away from the book he was reading. There was only one person he knew who'd do that shit and...yep. That was the face he expected to see once he was leaning back all the way. "What do you want?"

"Did you forget what today was?" Yama asked, amused, his usual glove dangling from his free hand as he manhandled his partner. "You're not dressed right you know."

Dera actually took a moment to look down at himself, assessing the clothing he had on. Heavy jeans, shirt, vest, belt, boots...no, seemed right to him. It was what he usually wore when they weren't actively out on a mission? "I'm researching the latest sightings of the...you don't care do you?" He didn't get that, how his partner could just head out into the field with a file folder of data, not needing to know more. Or expecting Gokudera to have any additional info her needed! Christ, what if he wasn't there some day?!

"Nope!" Yama admitted cheerfully as he released Dera from his grip in order to slide his glove back on. "We're not heading out today! You're getting up, closing the book, and coming with me."

Shit, this was going to be one of those practice sessions wasn't it? How had he missed one of those?! He should have had an alarm and..."Wait. No practice sessions until Thursday."

"...this isn't practice." Yama blinked, poking the boy's forehead. "Unit baseball game."

"...the fuck?"

"Field agents versus Training Team?"

"...since when?" Dera snorted. "You're the baseball nut, not me. Did you get hit in the head?"

"Since Prague. Remember?" This could be a problem if he didn't really.

"Prague where I ended up getting possessed and woke up with you smirking at me?"

"Yeah!"

"Why does that mean baseball?" He narrowed his eyes, not amused. Seriously, who took advantage of that? "And it was just a small possession, I'd have shaken it!"

"That was an undead priest," Yama corrected, "and you said you owed me! And I said you could play Third at the company game!"

Oh fuck. He did remember that. Vaguely. In that 'mostly still speaking Czech at that point' kinda way. Still, it hadn't been a big deal! One apparition making problems, more along the lines of undead sermons than anything nasty, a two man team had been just fine! Until the damn dead man got it in his head to do something about his condition. Sure he'd had reason and all, all lingering ghosts did, but Dera had not agreed to go rescue some kid before the man could rest! "Did I say 'Fine' or 'Jemny' at the time?" Best to check.

"You were speaking English," Yamamoto laughed, "I checked." Mainly because he worried when Dera didn't return to a shared language, but hey, he'd still checked.

"Fuck."

"No, baseball!" Yama laughed.

"Fine fine, I'm coming...we really have to face off against the fucking drillmasters?"

"Yup! And not like that you're not! You need to change." It was why he'd come to check on his partner way before they were due on the filed! He had a feeling Dera had forgotten! Seriously, one of these days he'd get a librarian to hex dates onto Dera's skin or something. He was no good with data that wasn't about monsters! Even if the bureau had as many people that could be termed 'monster' as well, they didn't count when they were part of a baseball team! Feh. Partners.

"Hey, it's good enough for the field!" Mostly anyway! He added a few things when they were headed out!

Yama just laughed and dragged Dera up from his chair. It didn't matter if the man had marked his page or not in the book he was reading, "you know better than that!"

"This is about the damn cleats isn't it?" Yamamoto had never let Dera forget the day he'd called the damn things pansy ass golf shoes. Go metal spikes or go fucking home! Apparently that argument didn't work against baseball enthusiasts.

"And other stuff." He chuckled and pushed his partner down the hall ahead of him, "quit fighting and you might actually like it!"

"Did that argument ever work when your parents used it?" Dera offered wryly.

"No, but you're not me and baseball is better than vegetables!"

"Bastard," that was almost genial, for Dera.

"No, that's you!" Yama laughed and pushed him finally into their quarters. "Come on, shoes and pants, I've got a shirt..." And they'd totally beat the shit out of the other team!

"Why me again?"

"Because I trust you at third!" Yama laughed, "and the winners can request things. Like higher library access." Better to give him a reason to succeed right? And hey, he was even pretty sure it was true!

"...you're shitting me." But that didn't mean he wasn't changing. Apparently he'd promised, so he'd follow through. And hell, it was better than Yamamoto trying to recruit the field ghost or something? Yama would totally dragoon a ghost of that was his only option. Then he'd mourn their losses, loudly, forever. He'd rather play baseball than deal with that.

"One way to find out!" Yama laughed, peeling his gloves off again in order to snag his own glove from it's shelf. "I've got a spare for you!"

"I've got a glove," Dera grumped. He'd bought and oiled the damn thing the first time Yama had expressed an interest in the bureau teams.

"Really? That's great! Come on!"

"Coming, coming. You know that if I don't remember all the important things about our next mission it's your fault right?" Dera grumbled, lacing his cleats.

"We'll be fine!"

Yeah...they would be wouldn't they? Fucking happy go lucky attitude. "Sometimes I hate you Takeshi," he noted, just for the record.

"Yeah, but the rest of the time..."

"Bastard. Let's go kick some ass."