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TYL Takeshi Yamamoto ~ Forbidden Desires

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance 

Word Count: 1,764 

Pairing: Reader x Step-Dad TYL Yamamoto 

World: Anime, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! 

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You lay on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling. Your mind was running wild and your heart ached painfully with feelings you shouldn't have, but... can you really change how you feel with willpower and determination alone?

It was sick. Twisted. Wrong.

Did that mean there was something wrong with you? Had you gone crazy? Were you dropped on your head too much as a child?

A knock on the bedroom door snapped you back to the harsh reality you faced, "What?"

The door was pushed open before the bedroom light was flicked on, nearly blinding you. You groaned in response, rolling onto your side and shielding your eyes with your arm.

A deep chuckle reached your ears as the side of the bed sunk in, "Sorry. What were you doing lying in the dark, sweetheart?"

Why? Why did your heart skip a beat when he called you that in his deep, silky voice?

"My head hurts," you muttered.

Takeshi's eyes softened and he reached over, moving your arm. His hand lay flat against your forehead, eyebrows furrowed. "You feel warm."

'Of course, I'm warm with you touching me and being that damn close'. You closed your eyes, fighting against the blush that covered your cheeks. It was times like these that you were glad that your step-father was so dense.

He removed his hand and smiled down at you, "It may help if you eat. I just finished dinner." He paused for a moment. "Your mother went out, so it's just you and me again. Come on." He patted your leg as he stood up.

You bit your lip, pushing yourself off the bed and following after the older male. His words echoed in your head like a broken record, repeating over and over and over again. 'It's just you and me'.

The fact that it was his voice that said those words made them even harder to forget. It may seem crazy, but you seemed to remember every word that left that man's lips. You were beginning to think that you were turning into some obsessive psycho.

You took the seat across from him, eyes cast down towards the food on the plate. "So, which bar did the bitch go to this time?"

Yamamoto frowned at you, his voice stern. "You shouldn't talk about your mother that way, Y/N."

Hearing your name roll off his tongue like warm sugar made your heart skip a beat.

Hearing him defending that woman like that made it crack.

You bit your lip harder, trying to ignore the throbbing in your chest. It reminded you of the harsh reality that lay before you; Yamamoto Takeshi was your step-father, married to your mother. He was your parent.

You were in love with your own step-father...

The man who married your mother, because he loved her...

It was viewed as sick and wrong, and damn did it hurt.

For the remainder of dinner, you ate in silence, letting your hair fall in front of your eyes. You weren't sure if it was noticeable or not, but if it was, Takeshi would be able to read the pain in your eyes pretty easily. He'd either not understand why and question you or think that you were upset because of your mother... which isn't completely untrue. The cause of your pain was the fact that a drunken woman like her could get such an amazing man like Yamamoto Takeshi.