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unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2013-08-22 06:29 pm
unrelenting_rhapsody) wrote2013-08-22 06:29 pm
Un altro anno in basso
Who: Gokudera, Bianchi, Yamamoto, and a party.
When: TYL a month or two prior to the death of Yama's father.
What: In many ways the Vongola family has grown; they laugh, they smile, they can watch the years pass without anger or fear. It's late in the evening after a birthday, who wouldn't be happy?
He smiled and sipped from his glass of wine, listening to the general chatter all around him. Haru was certainly not his favorite person but she made a lot of the people in Vongola happy; this was her birthday and Tsuna had decided she needed a nice party before she went off on her way to university elsewhere. Nice was such a vague term though.
What did young women want in a party? An adult party no less? He kind of stared helplessly at Tsuna when the man gave the order then...shrugged.
Fine, he could see a party happened.
Bianchi was a godsend; food lists, decorating schemes, she had a far better idea of what to do than Gokudera did. He'd settled for just making sure things Bianchi mentioned got done.
Oh, and he chose the wine.
If everyone was going to hang out all day with the still-rather-hyper girl they all needed a good vintage. Or he did at least. The girl may have finally given up on Tsuna but she was still fishing for a Vongola boyfriend and it was kind of creepy. "So what did you get her?" Bianchi murmured from beside him.
If he didn't know any better he'd say his sister was making that he wouldn't ditch the party. "Giftcard," he muttered. What? He didn't really know the girl as a friend (files were a different thing) and he didn't like her much, so it seemed an appropriate gift. "It's a nice one."
"Uh-huh." she snorted. "How much?"
"Thousand. Should get her a new wardrobe for university."
"Ouch," Bianchi laughed, "you really have no idea how to shake a girl do you?"
"She's not on me," he pointed out. "I think she's on..." yeah, that high, grating laugh from across the room? That was Haru, clinging to Yama's arm and laughing at something the Rain Guardian had said.
"Ah, I see~."
"What? She'll be leaving, she'll have what she needs to set up, she'll be happy, totally appropriate gift." And hopefully she'd snag some poor unfortunate professor or some such.
"Seems like a bit of an investment in someone you don't like. Also, smile, you'll annoy the happy couple over there with your frown." Bianchi tapped his cheek and grinned. "If you upset the birthday girl no one will be happy Dera. Why don't you go keep yourself occupied hmmm?"
"Occupied," he noted flatly. "I have things to do if you let me leave." Away from this headache...chriiist was she trying to get people to dance now? Of course she was. Why hadn't he thought of that?
"That's your cue," Bianchi laughed.
"What?!" He was NOT dancing with the woman.
"Music," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Go hide in a corner and play music." She turned him around and pushed him gently toward the piano. No one wanted to deal with Dera over thinking things at this party, right? Right.
Piano. Fuck. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as Bianchi walked away. Play piano for a whole roomful of people and...piano was a private thing for him now. There were maybe five people that had heard him play since...since whenever. Play, just like that, for Haru.
Right.
He snarled to himself and finished his glass, taking another before letting his traitorous feet carry him to the gleaming, black piano. He knew it was in tune; he'd tuned it. He knew it was a gorgeous instrument, Vongola didn't keep cheap things around. It wasn't it's fault at all that he kind of hated it right now.
Playing at a fucking party. He could feel his stomach churning already.
It'd make dancing easier and it's make Haru happy, which would make Tsuna happy and...fuck. Her laughter rang out again and he didn't turn around. He didn't need to see idiot grins and Haru hanging on his family. It just wouldn't help at all. "Just you and me huh?" he asked the piano softly, stroking a hand along the top as the party swirled along behind him.
Gah, he didn't want his glass to leave rings on the wood. Pocket check revealed a handkerchief, that'd do. It was a play in colors, shining black piano, snowy white handkerchief, blood red wine in it's glass...
...right, delaying tactics.
He slid onto the bench and shivered, trying to ignore the people all around. The important people were here right? He could pretend only they were here, right?
Fuck. He held his fingers over the keys until they shook then grabbed his wineglass again. Fuck fuck fuck. Don't look.
It took a lot of will power not to glance over his shoulder as Haru laughed again and Bianchi joined her. A lot of will to ignore the strangers and roll the wine over his tongue. Lucky for everyone he was pretty good with Will.
The wine tasted like Summer. Not the same heat as over in Japan but the abundant, rich summer of Italy. It tasted like the promise of a future...so...he started there. He didn't think about the keys, he didn't think about the piano, he thought about summer and the music followed.
A rush of gentle sound and balmy notes to drift over the party and weave in among the conversations. Something light meant to draw more smiles out, something tasty to tempt them and then he swam into something electrifying to draw them into dancing for Haru's birthday as the wine trickled down his throat.
Just play the music, yes. Play the music and don't think about poison or his father's parties, don't think about who was watching instead of dancing, just...play the music. He wasn't certain when the taste of blood replaced the taste of wine on his lips, or really when he had even bitten said lips. A piano performance went on for hours after all...
...he blinked, the music stuttering when someone held a new glass to his lips. The wine burned but it washed away bitter memories as he swallowed it back. "Hey, smile Gokudera, it's a party." Yamamoto was grinning and holding the glass out for him, keen eyes taking in the bloodied lip but not remarking.
"Not..." Dera noted with a snort, settling more into himself with every moment he could focus on Yama, "...my kind of party." Feh, girls. "You look like shit Takeshi." It was true, the man did. He'd gone out on a mission last week and just gotten back in time for this damn party. Man should have been resting, not dancing around with a hopeful boyfriend hunter.
"Yeah," Yama laughed, twirling the wine glass and sliding a glance over his shoulder to eye the crowd, "hard to slip away though right? And I didn't get her a birthday present!" He'd been busy!
"Sit the fuck down at least and rest you idiot," his fingers never stopped on the keys but he actually managed a smile for the guardian. "I mean it, you're bringing the place down with your look."
Yamamoto laughed and rubbed a hand through his hair before looking around again. Coast was...clear enough it seemed because he ducked around the bench and slid down to sit against the wall. A potted plant hid him from general view and made sure there'd be no more dance invitations to make him get up for a bit. Better? Yeah, a bit. He stretched his legs under Dera's bench and sighed, letting his shoulders relax. "What was that thing you played back...I don't know, in Japan?"
Huh? He blinked, thinking back. Oh, yeah, Yamamoto had just shown up at his apartment as was the damn guy's habit and he'd been playing right? "Sea Storm Sonata," he chuckled, closing his eyes and letting the music change again. It was easier playing for Yama than for the room.
A lot easier.
"Yeah, that was it," Yama grinned and sipped from his glass before letting his own eyes close.
Damn, if Yama fell asleep here he'd...let him. Guy needed his rest and having him nearby helped.
When: TYL a month or two prior to the death of Yama's father.
What: In many ways the Vongola family has grown; they laugh, they smile, they can watch the years pass without anger or fear. It's late in the evening after a birthday, who wouldn't be happy?
He smiled and sipped from his glass of wine, listening to the general chatter all around him. Haru was certainly not his favorite person but she made a lot of the people in Vongola happy; this was her birthday and Tsuna had decided she needed a nice party before she went off on her way to university elsewhere. Nice was such a vague term though.
What did young women want in a party? An adult party no less? He kind of stared helplessly at Tsuna when the man gave the order then...shrugged.
Fine, he could see a party happened.
Bianchi was a godsend; food lists, decorating schemes, she had a far better idea of what to do than Gokudera did. He'd settled for just making sure things Bianchi mentioned got done.
Oh, and he chose the wine.
If everyone was going to hang out all day with the still-rather-hyper girl they all needed a good vintage. Or he did at least. The girl may have finally given up on Tsuna but she was still fishing for a Vongola boyfriend and it was kind of creepy. "So what did you get her?" Bianchi murmured from beside him.
If he didn't know any better he'd say his sister was making that he wouldn't ditch the party. "Giftcard," he muttered. What? He didn't really know the girl as a friend (files were a different thing) and he didn't like her much, so it seemed an appropriate gift. "It's a nice one."
"Uh-huh." she snorted. "How much?"
"Thousand. Should get her a new wardrobe for university."
"Ouch," Bianchi laughed, "you really have no idea how to shake a girl do you?"
"She's not on me," he pointed out. "I think she's on..." yeah, that high, grating laugh from across the room? That was Haru, clinging to Yama's arm and laughing at something the Rain Guardian had said.
"Ah, I see~."
"What? She'll be leaving, she'll have what she needs to set up, she'll be happy, totally appropriate gift." And hopefully she'd snag some poor unfortunate professor or some such.
"Seems like a bit of an investment in someone you don't like. Also, smile, you'll annoy the happy couple over there with your frown." Bianchi tapped his cheek and grinned. "If you upset the birthday girl no one will be happy Dera. Why don't you go keep yourself occupied hmmm?"
"Occupied," he noted flatly. "I have things to do if you let me leave." Away from this headache...chriiist was she trying to get people to dance now? Of course she was. Why hadn't he thought of that?
"That's your cue," Bianchi laughed.
"What?!" He was NOT dancing with the woman.
"Music," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Go hide in a corner and play music." She turned him around and pushed him gently toward the piano. No one wanted to deal with Dera over thinking things at this party, right? Right.
Piano. Fuck. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as Bianchi walked away. Play piano for a whole roomful of people and...piano was a private thing for him now. There were maybe five people that had heard him play since...since whenever. Play, just like that, for Haru.
Right.
He snarled to himself and finished his glass, taking another before letting his traitorous feet carry him to the gleaming, black piano. He knew it was in tune; he'd tuned it. He knew it was a gorgeous instrument, Vongola didn't keep cheap things around. It wasn't it's fault at all that he kind of hated it right now.
Playing at a fucking party. He could feel his stomach churning already.
It'd make dancing easier and it's make Haru happy, which would make Tsuna happy and...fuck. Her laughter rang out again and he didn't turn around. He didn't need to see idiot grins and Haru hanging on his family. It just wouldn't help at all. "Just you and me huh?" he asked the piano softly, stroking a hand along the top as the party swirled along behind him.
Gah, he didn't want his glass to leave rings on the wood. Pocket check revealed a handkerchief, that'd do. It was a play in colors, shining black piano, snowy white handkerchief, blood red wine in it's glass...
...right, delaying tactics.
He slid onto the bench and shivered, trying to ignore the people all around. The important people were here right? He could pretend only they were here, right?
Fuck. He held his fingers over the keys until they shook then grabbed his wineglass again. Fuck fuck fuck. Don't look.
It took a lot of will power not to glance over his shoulder as Haru laughed again and Bianchi joined her. A lot of will to ignore the strangers and roll the wine over his tongue. Lucky for everyone he was pretty good with Will.
The wine tasted like Summer. Not the same heat as over in Japan but the abundant, rich summer of Italy. It tasted like the promise of a future...so...he started there. He didn't think about the keys, he didn't think about the piano, he thought about summer and the music followed.
A rush of gentle sound and balmy notes to drift over the party and weave in among the conversations. Something light meant to draw more smiles out, something tasty to tempt them and then he swam into something electrifying to draw them into dancing for Haru's birthday as the wine trickled down his throat.
Just play the music, yes. Play the music and don't think about poison or his father's parties, don't think about who was watching instead of dancing, just...play the music. He wasn't certain when the taste of blood replaced the taste of wine on his lips, or really when he had even bitten said lips. A piano performance went on for hours after all...
...he blinked, the music stuttering when someone held a new glass to his lips. The wine burned but it washed away bitter memories as he swallowed it back. "Hey, smile Gokudera, it's a party." Yamamoto was grinning and holding the glass out for him, keen eyes taking in the bloodied lip but not remarking.
"Not..." Dera noted with a snort, settling more into himself with every moment he could focus on Yama, "...my kind of party." Feh, girls. "You look like shit Takeshi." It was true, the man did. He'd gone out on a mission last week and just gotten back in time for this damn party. Man should have been resting, not dancing around with a hopeful boyfriend hunter.
"Yeah," Yama laughed, twirling the wine glass and sliding a glance over his shoulder to eye the crowd, "hard to slip away though right? And I didn't get her a birthday present!" He'd been busy!
"Sit the fuck down at least and rest you idiot," his fingers never stopped on the keys but he actually managed a smile for the guardian. "I mean it, you're bringing the place down with your look."
Yamamoto laughed and rubbed a hand through his hair before looking around again. Coast was...clear enough it seemed because he ducked around the bench and slid down to sit against the wall. A potted plant hid him from general view and made sure there'd be no more dance invitations to make him get up for a bit. Better? Yeah, a bit. He stretched his legs under Dera's bench and sighed, letting his shoulders relax. "What was that thing you played back...I don't know, in Japan?"
Huh? He blinked, thinking back. Oh, yeah, Yamamoto had just shown up at his apartment as was the damn guy's habit and he'd been playing right? "Sea Storm Sonata," he chuckled, closing his eyes and letting the music change again. It was easier playing for Yama than for the room.
A lot easier.
"Yeah, that was it," Yama grinned and sipped from his glass before letting his own eyes close.
Damn, if Yama fell asleep here he'd...let him. Guy needed his rest and having him nearby helped.