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Silence.

Sun Sep 27, 2009, 9:03 AM
Night 1: They were hurrying along the way. Doctors, the tools, and the boy. There was a donor, a donor for blood. This was the hope they needed, the gentle push towards prevailing. He would survive. They were sure of it.
They only needed to work now.

---

Day 1: He's in that room. A dark, room. Filled with tools, and doctors.
He was shot. Except really, the shot wasn't for him.

It had happened the night before.
They broke up. It tore him apart really. Had it not been for Canada, he would have done something stupid, most likely. But his friend had stayed with him to make sure he didn't do anything like that, so that was good.
Although, that didn't help for the latter.

He'd wandered off to...where ever. It didn't matter really where, more like WHAT.
It was a girl. Some girl from another family in the Mafia role-play. Then there was Gokudera. Yamamoto didn't want to be near Gokudera though, it hurt too much. So he had stayed a ways away, but maybe if he hadn't...this wouldn't have happened. He had run fast, like he did in Baseball, and shoved the bomber aside. His instinct brought him in place just before the bullet hit. It hit cleanly on his right side, sliding through him smoothly. Takeshi only stayed conscious for a little while. Gokudera held onto him, pleading him not to go, but he didn't really have a choice.
He'd even said goodbye, saying Hayato, with true meaning.

The Japanese boy was in surgery now. They were doing their best to work with him, but he had already lost a lot of blood, and he was still losing it.

---

A nurse walks out into the waiting room. It's that nurse from before, the small girl who had taken care of those other two who had died. She stood taller now, but she was still frail. Her lips were pressed together tightly, she hadn't worked mush, so she had recognized the name. It was that sweet boy with the letters and flowers.
The chestnut haired girl clears her throat, saying the following words sadly.
"...Please, prepare for the worst situation."

---

(*TWIRLS*
AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. ;u;
I don't think I have to explain anything more.)

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:iconbaseball-nut::iconhayato--gokudera: C: <333

Takeshi Yamamoto is the 14-year-old popular baseball star of Namimori Middle School. Despite his carefree and outgoing personality, he initially has no confidence in doing anything other than baseball, even attempting to commit suicide after sustaining major injury to his arm. After Tsuna reassures him, the two become close friends, and Reborn tries to recruit him into the Vongola Family. He hardly takes anything seriously, and is usually oblivious to what is truly happening around him, often tricked by Reborn into participating in Mafia-related events because he thinks that they are all just playing a game. Though he becomes a dedicated and valuable member of Tsuna's family, growing to become a fighter who excels at swordsmanship, he still does not understand the full extent of the situation surrounding the Mafia.

Despite his easygoing personality, Yamamoto has shown that he has hidden talent as an assassin; His fast reflexes and strong body from sport gives him a natural advantage. Yamamoto also has the ability to learn extremely rapidly, committing to memory all eight forms of the Shigure Souen Style despite being shown only once. He also manages to develop a new form of the style in a life or death situation.

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Namimori, Japan
  • Interests: Baseball, Swords
  • Favourite style of art: Shigure Shouen |D
  • Tools of the Trade: Baseball Bat and glove, Shigure Kintoki, Jirou, Kojirou

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Comments


:iconhayato--gokudera:
>:C

*Gives you a teared piece of T-shit, but not from him*

Look what happened whilst you were being an idiot somewhere.
:iconbaseball-nut:
oxo?
*blinks*
What's this?

(LOL T-SHIT)
:iconhayato--gokudera:
>:U Che, its from your idiot friend, Canada. I punched him, and then it got torn when I was dragging him around on the floor.

(LOLKRNOTFROMHIMYOUFOOL)
:iconbaseball-nut:
...Why did you hit him? D:>
(LOLSTILL)
:iconhayato--gokudera:
....Because he pinned me. To the floor.

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