Second Life

Hold Me Close as We Drift

Yamamoto wheezed out a laughter as Gokudera gawked. Lambo 'eep'-ed and immediately ran away the moment the smoke obscured their sight. "Stupid-cow! Come back here-" Yamamoto had to restrain the bomber while avoiding the punches aimed at him. "Calm down, Gokudera! I'm sure that he didn't mean it."

Gokudera clicked his tongue and pushed the taller man away. "Ryuuichi?" He called out, waiting for the smoke to disperse. And when it did, he and Yamamoto had the shock of their lives. Instead of an older Ryuuichi, it was a toddler with dark brown hair. Large clothes that Ryuuichi was wearing, before he was hit by the accursed bazooka, pooled around him as the toddler blinked up at them.

He took one look at their frozen state, another at his surroundings before bursting out into tears. The two jumped at the loud wails, realizing that the toddler was scared. Of what, they had no idea. Yamamoto immediately bent down and picked him up, cooing and trying to get him to stop crying by holding him up high. "There there!" It only made it worse, as the toddler cried even harder, clearly disliking it.

"-Ch! Give him to me, idiot!" Gokudera snatched him away from the taller man's grasp and fidgeted. He was still crying, much to Gokudera's dismay, but the thought of holding a kid Ryuuichi was too much for him. That, and he actually had little to no idea how to pacify a toddler.

He blinked. There was something wrong. Ryuuichi was mentally older than them, and if he was to revert to a five years old, he should be matured.

"What's going on here?" They turned to Reborn, who came in with both of his hands in his pockets. His eyes narrowed at the crying toddler and gave the both of them a look and a raised eyebrow. "Did you both spawned a baby?" He walked forward and literally plucked him out of Gokudera's hands and held him properly, patting his back slightly. Gokudera turned a bit red and screamed about how males cannot give birth and that he and Yamamoto aren't an item. Reborn ignored him.

Reborn cooed a little, patting the toddler in a gentle way that the other two never knew he could do that. Instantly, the crying slowed to a stop, only a few hics. "So what happened to Ryuuichi?" Reborn asked, never taking his eyes off the toddler as he showed him a small and soft plush toy of a cat, moving it around. Dark brown eyes followed as grabby hands tried to reach for it.

"-nd males doesn't have eg-" Gokudera paused on his rants and turned to Reborn. "What?" The hitman scoffed and rolled his eyes, letting Ryuuichi grab the plush toy. "It was so obvious that he's Ryuuichi. And that stupid-cow was dashing a hundred kilometers per hour across the hallway." He pulled out a set of clothes, Ryuuichi's size and swiftly put it on the toddler.

Yamamoto was torn between wanting to stay put and avoid making Ryuuichi cry again, or just go ahead and coo at the adorable toddler. It was seriously nostalgic, seeing tiny Ryuuichi. Reborn turned to him and held Ryuuichi out to him. Ryuuichi ignored the movement for the sake of trying to mutilate the plush toy; failed.

"E-erh.. I think not? He's scared of us." They ignored Gokudera who jerked back slightly at the fact that Ryuuichi was scared at them. "No, he isn't. He's just scared of the fact he was in a foreign place."

Yamamoto blinked at the taller man. "Seriously?" Reborn shrugged. "He's a crybaby." Honestly, Yamamoto couldn't imagine Ryuuichi as a crybaby and gingerly reached out his hands to hold Ryuuichi. At that, Ryuuichi turned away from the toy and stared at him. Yamamoto stiffen and waited for the cry, to find that there was none. Ryuuichi merely returned to the toy as Reborn literally dumped him into Yamamoto's arms.

"Giannini and Spanner have been tempering with the ten years bazooka. Shoichi couldn't stop them. And it has been five minutes. He'll probably be stuck like this for a while."