[Gokudera glances over at Yamamoto a moment with a frown. He's not sure what was said, but he was getting a rather bad feeling about it regardless. His attention went back to the Shadow, still not looking too amused.]
". . . I seriously doubt it."
<[The Shadow just smirks, his attention fully on Gokudera now. The smirk seemed rather malicious in all honesty.]
". . . 'I don't deserve to be with them.'. . . 'Why do I always fail at everything? Yamamoto is every thing I can never be. He's so perfect. . .'. . . 'Why haven't they thrown me out like everyone else has. . .' . . . 'I don't want to be rejected any more. . . I don't want to be alone like before. . .' I know, Gokudera Hayato. I know everything about you. . . Because I am you. I know what it's like. I've always been there. All the times you've been rejected, all the times you've wished you could hat--">
"SHUT UP!" [His grip on the gun was actually wavering now, and he seemed incredibly bothered by the things being said.]
<". . .He should have been. . . Juudaime's right hand man. . . They both would be so much better off without me. . . I just. . .can't let go. . . I'm so selfi--"
[He didn't seem too terribly bothered when a bullet suddenly went through him. The wound merely faded, as if it had never been there to begin with.]>
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Date: 2010-05-15 06:48 pm (UTC)". . . I seriously doubt it."
<[The Shadow just smirks, his attention fully on Gokudera now. The smirk seemed rather malicious in all honesty.]
". . . 'I don't deserve to be with them.'. . . 'Why do I always fail at everything? Yamamoto is every thing I can never be. He's so perfect. . .'. . . 'Why haven't they thrown me out like everyone else has. . .' . . . 'I don't want to be rejected any more. . . I don't want to be alone like before. . .' I know, Gokudera Hayato. I know everything about you. . . Because I am you. I know what it's like. I've always been there. All the times you've been rejected, all the times you've wished you could hat--">
"SHUT UP!" [His grip on the gun was actually wavering now, and he seemed incredibly bothered by the things being said.]
<". . .He should have been. . . Juudaime's right hand man. . . They both would be so much better off without me. . . I just. . .can't let go. . . I'm so selfi--"
[He didn't seem too terribly bothered when a bullet suddenly went through him. The wound merely faded, as if it had never been there to begin with.]>