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OOC: Gokudera's Party Log Post

OBVIOUSLY you don't have to show up. We know it's short notice and during the week (feel free to run threads for months I don't mind) we just had a lot of people wanting to log things related to it and rather than have 17 little logs (seriously, I mean it is starting to clutter friend's page, for which I apologize because I think 1/2 of that is me orz) THIS WAY everyone can and all one post. And be spontaneous whatever.

It's decorated for Gokudera's birthday, nothing TOO big and flashy but Fujiko got him a piano banner because she's like that. (and did one for Akito/Agito so yeah)

Also of course, the awesome amazing PIANO Tsuna and Reborn got him with Brooke to visit and play!! YAY!

Okay guys enjoy.

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Fujiko is sitting on a railing, taking a much needed cigarette break after cutting back so hardcore in August.

Gokudera approaches Fujiko with the unopened pack of the cigarettes Smoker had gave him. He looks more cheerful than normal, but his eyebrows are pinched together as usual. "Hey." He greets her nonchalantly.

"Goku-kun~" Fujiko purrs half-tempted to hug him. He's been bitchier than usual, past the levels even Jigen liked to stay permanently parked at and the best way to handle it was like an annoying purring kitten. He was going to kick her anyway at least affection threw him for a confused loop. Still, he seemed calmer so it could wait. "Yo," she waved cheerfully.

He halts in his tracks at the purr, then dismisses it. His frown deepens a little and he peels the plastic back from the pack, smacking it against his palm to pack them down before opening the box and extracting one new stick. "Stop calling me that." He grumbles, but his tone lacks its usual bite.

He doesn't seem about to bite her in half for a change so she looks at him curiously. "Sorry," she mumbled in reply. "Something on your mind?"

He walks over the railing without glancing at her. Every time he starts to think of his party, he feels small tears well in his eyes. No one has ever done anything so nice for him before, except when he was little and his happiness was all a lie.

"I'm... happy." Gokudera sighs heavily and lights one of his new cigarettes.

Fujiko grinned ear to ear, "Nice isn't it?" She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly unsure of what to say beyond that. "You ever get something like this before?"

"I had birthday parties all the time when I was younger until I decided to be on my own and until..." Gokudera cuts himself off to sigh. "I never felt like anyone cared until I met the Tenth..." He glances at her and his eyes shine brightly when a warm smile spreads over his face.

Fujiko's stomach lurched. Always for the tenth. Of course. He couldn't be happy that anyone else cared or...

Always.

Why did she expect differently? Might as well be Jigen. Impeccably loyal to Lupin and the rest of the world could go to hell especially if anyone got in the way.

"That's great Gokudera," she forced a cheery smile balancing to lay back on the railing so she didn't have to see him. "It is a very nice piano."

"Not just the piano." He says quietly. Gokudera honestly had expected something from the Tenth. He was so happy that his boss had remembered. The boy would have been as pleased with even a happy birthday wish, but for so many people to treat him so well, he felt numb with warmth. "...Everyone..." The Storm Guardian turns away from the rail and slides down to sit with his knees bent before his chest.

The blonde woman turned to blink at Gokudera at that. "Everyone?" she didn't know her lower lip was quivering or why it even mattered but it did. She hopped off to sit next to him and awkwardly pushed him in the shoulder. "Happy Birthday kid. I'm glad you had a blast." She wanted to ask if he found her present yet but the words stuck in her throat. Really they shouldn't matter.

"It's honest..." Gokudera says and he looks forward at the doors that lead back inside their warm ship. "The affection. Kind of strange for me. I don't deserve it." Not from ANY of them. Especially not the Tenth, who he tried to kill the first day he met him. He feels so honored.

"Haha idiot," Fujiko chuckles and wraps a one-armed hug around Gokudera's shoulders. "Maybe we see something in you that you don't. Just like how you see more in the Tenth than he sees in himself, he sees more in you than you can see."

He flinches slightly before leaning lightly against her side, just listening and smoking and tolerating the close company. "You think so?" Gokudera's eyes twinkle as he imagines his boss noticing and appreciating all his hard work.

"Of course!" Fujiko laughs finally happy again, "God kid you drive me crazy. But I still like you. I know I see more in you than you do most days. Even if you hate me for it. And Tsuna likes you more than I do so he's bound to see more." Truth told she often suspected Tsuna was relatively oblivious to how amazing Gokudera really was but he never acted differently so he might as well have seen it all.

"The Tenth is my best friend!!" Gokudera almost wails and buries his face in ~~her boobs~~ his knees.

Fujiko pats his shoulder awkwardly. Really she's just better with animals and near-to-unconcious lovers. "You have other friends too," she voiced softly, sadly. He was so bi-polar. "Orphe, Miranda, Haru, Ya...Yamamoto," she added the almost forbidden name. "I know you get mad at them but..."

Gokudera slowly lifts his head and wipes quickly at his face to hide any remnants of his tears. He feels embarrassed, but at least Fujiko isn't making fun of him. "Yeah them..." The teen doesn't feel the need to impress them or earn their respect, yet they're all nice to him. Gokudera sighs and uncurls his legs as he pulls out a new cigarette. "They're idiots." He just doesn't understand why they've thrown this party for him when all he's done is complain at them and throw insults, and been a complete ass.

"Maybe," Fujiko shrugged leaning back aganst the railing. "But we're all allowed to have our moments for people we care about."

"Never thought you'd be the hugging type." Gokudera gives her a teasing grin over his shoulder as smoke curls out of his mouth.

Fujiko shot him a sideways glare, "Is that what tht was? Maybe I was just picking your wallet."

"Go ahead." Gokudera shrugged and shook his head. The only thing in his wallet was a license from ten years into the future, and a five-dollar bill.

Arching an eyebrow Fujiko chuckled, "I didn't but how can I refuse an invitation like that?" Faster than the eye could see she picked his wallet, flipped it open, noticed the lack of berri and put it back in his pants all in one very fluid movement. "You tricked me," she sulked, pulling her legs in to hug them.

He watches her with a small surprised expression. Gokudera hadn't doubted that she could do it, but her skill was impressive nonetheless. "Hn. I didn't trick you. There isn't all that much to steal." He takes out his license and grins at it, feeling a bit guilty for stealing his now 27 year old's license.

"Fake ID to buy booze?" she tilted her head to the side.

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