[Hayato just watches him as he prays. It was almost astonishing how much Ryuutaro blended into the scenery. He really belonged here. He just looked good sitting there in the shrine. When Ryuutaro got up, Gokudera walked over him, and placed his arm around Ryuutaro's waist. While he didn't belong here, or really anywhere, at least not culturally, he was used to it. He was fine just being an outsider though.
He had Ryuutaro. The Vongola. Temari. They weren't really a culture or somewhere he could go and suddenly blend it, but he did belong with them. That was good enough for him.]
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He had Ryuutaro. The Vongola. Temari. They weren't really a culture or somewhere he could go and suddenly blend it, but he did belong with them. That was good enough for him.]