Title: What Now

Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera

Summary: Gokudera has no idea what to do anymore.

Notes: I own nothing.

It seemed like an impossible dream that the Tenth cooked up, an optimistic outlook that no one thought could ever come true. After years of fighting and running the Vongola, changing it and it's ideals, taking down rival families and keeping the peace, Gokudera was struck with the sudden realization that none of the guardians had been deployed for months. They had reached an era of peace where he was necessary anymore.

It hit with the force of a ton of bricks against his chest, and Gokudera shot up in bed, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. He wasn't needed. Tsuna valued his opinion and kept him around as his right-hand man, but when nobody attacked them or started rising up as a threat, there was no need for his strength. The Vongola probably didn't even need to be around, though Tsuna would likely keep up the image to deter anyone from making any trouble, and as a tribute to the previous bosses.

But there was no reason for Gokudera to continue fighting. Tsuna was his friend, he wouldn't leave him, but what was there to do now? His youth had been spent in battle after battle, and he had grown accustomed to it. Unless there was some sudden, secret massive uprising on the horizon (which, considering their track record, wasn't completely impossible) Gokudera would be wasting him time here.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when a muscled arm snaked around his waist and he felt Yamamoto press a sloppy kiss to his hip.

"What're you doing up so early?" he mumbled sleepily, his eyes still too heavy to open.

Gokudera sighed and shifted so he was laying down in bed again. The two wordlessly shifted into a more comfortable position, cuddled up together under the sheets, Gokudera's head buried in Yamamoto's chest. The other man hummed with pleasure and wiggled a little to move his arm so it was resting under Gokudera's neck, his fingers reaching up to lazily play with silver strands of hair.

"Nothing," Gokudera mumbled into Yamamoto's chest, eyes closing as he curled closer, his ankles wrapping around the other man's calf. "Go back to sleep." Yamamoto didn't obey him right away, still playing with his hair, but he slipped easily enough back into sleep, Gokudera soon following him.

He would cross that bridge when he came to it, he supposed. There was always something he could do.