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Uh, hello. Offering you a huge tiny piece of fanfiction.
Title: A bird without the sky
Rating: ...PG. Nothing too graphic.
Pairing: Mostly TYL!Dino/TYL!Hibari and vice versa. Hints of Dino/OC.
Warnings: Some OOC-ness, bucketloads of angst, hints of male-on-male sex. (grammar mistakes. I know they are there!)
Summary: Too many years without nothing real. What could have been and what is.
Everyone has imagined something about their future. What it will hold, what will become of them, of their loved ones, of their dreams. There's one person whose life hasn't gone the way it should have. Dino, the tenth boss of the Cavallone mafiafamily, a man of thirty-three years of age and with hair brighter than gold. He has his reliable men, he has his dear spouse, his children, this large estate that still feels empty. A future that he does not want, not this war between families - Vongola nearly annihilated, Millefiore rising, other families scattered and cowering in fear - , not the destruction of his little brother Sawada. A future he did not expect, because, even in the mafia, Dino is the one believing in a better tomorrow when no one else does.
As he now sits beside his sleeping wife on the large couch in his living-room, plays with his daughter's hair, one moment of peace, and smiles at her antics, at the blonde hair that's just like his, large hazel eyes staring back at him. He watches as she backs away from him, sits down on the floor to draw, doodle like only little girls like her do. Dino sits back and sighs, his gaze shifting to the window, where the outside world is covered in grey, rain and mist and clouds coloring it in darkness.
He thinks of the years passed, of his own deceit - his wife's warmth beside him feels uncomfortable and fake - and this continued lie of a love he has for another.
He thinks of what he could have done.
Knock, knock.
The knocks are quick and sharp and Dino blinks, flinches, turning away from the rainclouds bursting down on the ground. The rain has continued for a week already, only stopping for a day or two. Knock, knock. Dino stands up, his hand brushing his wife's dark hair - black hair, like his -, a shiver running through him.
”W-who is it?” He asks, hears footsteps and then it's Romario, grey on his temples, his expression not telling anything. Dread is appearing in the blond mafia man's heart, he's running, nearly stumbling on his own legs - even though he doesn't, not anymore - as he reaches the large mahogany door.
The rain is coming down harder than ever, the handle under his fingers is cold and his bare feet are freezing up and his heart is stopping at the sight of the crumpled figure at his doorstep. It all comes rushing in, through his head, forbidden, this is wrong, stop it, stop it, years of meeting in secret, the latest, whole five months without seeing, without hearing any news.
”Kyou - ” the only thing the skylark, the Cloud Guardian that came through the pouring rain answers is a hiss under all the blood and dirt on his face, before slumping forward. Dino shivers, the body that he grabbed with his reaching arms is chilly and bleeding and trembling. The dark-haired man is mumbling something under his breath and Dino's breath gets stuck in his throat, as he helps the near-unconsious man to stand.
”Kyouya, Kyouya,” he calls but the other doesn't hear. The blond is not thinking as he drags him inside, Romario's glare is disapproving - the wife is still sound asleep, the daughter is quietly drawing, the twin boys are in their own room, under the watchful gazes of their nanny - but he helps his boss anyway, doesn't care that the skylark's blood - it's so red, so he's human, after all? - gets splattered all over his polished shoes and white dress shirt. One of the mansion's three bathrooms is suitable, as they place the muttering Guardian on the white chair, back against the wall, his eyes - always so dark, now darker - staring forward, his white, white teeth gleaming from between his lips .Dino is on his knees beside him in an instant, intent on cleaning the wounds by himself.
”Boss..” Romario starts, but the blond doesn't look up.
”Boss. Do I tell ma'am that an old friend is visiting?” His voice is tired, the tone is blank, he's done this before, told numerous lies to the lovely little woman, to keep this secret. Dino still doesn't look up, his fingers already colored red as he ties and cleans the wounds, that have ripped through Kyouya's expensive shirt and coat.
”.. You know what to do, Romario. And..” Now he looks up, the sorrow in the warm brown gaze is breaking through Romario's loyal heart and he remembers his boss as the little boy he once was.
”Don't say it, boss. There's nothing to be sorry about. Not to me,” he adds and leaves, leaves the two in peace, even though his words do haunt his boss not to me, too long this lie has gone and Dino can't stop, because he loves, loves too much.
It takes a while for Dino to stitch up the wounds that have ripped through the skylark's beautiful skin, for they are numerous and make the boss wonder who did this. It takes a while to notice that his head has slumped forwards, chin meeting the chest, eyes closed, two or three little raindrops dripping from his eyelashes.
”Kyouya, Kyouya,” Dino calls and caresses the now clean cheek. Hibari is quiet and the blond feels desperation, agony like no other, longing for the long-lost touch. Taking the Cloud Guardian, half-carrying, half-dragging him to the nearest guest room, thoughts of a past long-gone crystal-clear in his mind, and putting him on the bed, not realizing that his daughter is still watching, with eyes that remind of a certain misty character, staying beside him till he wakes up, which is only ten hours into next day.
The rain still hasn't stopped and the clouds filling up the sky are increasing by number, telling of an oncoming storm, and Hibari Kyouya wakes up in an unknown bed, in an unknown house and his head is aching. The room is empty, but, like the clock, the door opens and Dino is there, closing it behind him - the wife is in the kitchen, humming and making breakfast for her husband's ”old friend” - and telling him to come to eat. Hibari stares at him, his eyes have never looked as human as they looked then.
He's up from the bed so quickly, Dino steps forward, arms around the more slender figure, another set of scarred hands - those beautiful, cruel hands -, of long nails digging into his back. Dino breaths quickly, quickly, quickly and cries, cries silently because it's Hibari and tears do not mean anything to him. ”I missed you, I missed you so much, Kyouya, oh Kyouya..” the skylark is not talking, but pressing his forehead against the shirt-clad shoulder and sighing.
”Kyouya,” Dino says and kisses him, only once, he's trembling but Kyouya never is, his lips are as enticing as ever. The skylark breaths, opens his mouth like to say something: ”This is frustrating,” he says under his breath and there's pain in Dino's eyes, but the only thing he says is; ”Come to eat with us, come.” The drifting cloud, the one unbound, he doesn't follow, he leads, the borrowed yukata a bit too big, the darkness such a contrast against his skin. The walk to the dining table is short, Hibari sits apart, staring at his food. Dino steals glances at him, the little wife smiling and she's too bright and Hibari would like to smash that brightness - for taking him -, to bite her to death, but he doesn't do it.
The children, the girl with angel curls, the two boys with darkness for hair, they think this tall stranger is intriguing, seen him only once, twice, three times, but still remaining a stranger. ”Why doesn't he talk?” The little girl asks in her little-girl voice, the Italian sounding too mature coming from her pouting lips. Hibari doesn't look at her, for in her he sees the future that could have been, his own stupidity for falling into this trap, for ever listening to that babbling, stumbling idiot that told him of mafia and families and rings - his doesn't exist anymore, their boss - never his - destroyed them - and...
”Kyouya? Everything okay? Do you need painkillers?” That one is still a babbler, one glance towards them, the little woman with black hair and the handsome Italian with blond hair and Hibari shakes his head.
”I have nothing to talk about.” He answers shortly and only listens, to the rain tapping their windows, to the hate tapping the door of his mind.
How long can he continue? It was a mistake to come here. He thinks so still, when Dino is pushing and pushing and the wall under his back is unforgiving - the wife is watching TV in the living-room, the girl is doodling, the boys are with Romario, like one of Dino's men told Dino - but for that moment the golden boy is his, just his. For Hibari, things are not okay if they are not complete, half is not a word in his vocabulary, once a boy, once a king of his own kingdom, now a man, a skylark with clipped wings for all of his freedom is at the hands of a certain man, the same one that is now kissing him, saying that he loves him and Hibari knows he does.
For a moment the raging war outside, the hissing thunder is forgotten and even the skylark looks forward, doesn't think what if, what if, thinks I need you I love you please, all the things he doesn't say aloud.
Title: A bird without the sky
Rating: ...PG. Nothing too graphic.
Pairing: Mostly TYL!Dino/TYL!Hibari and vice versa. Hints of Dino/OC.
Warnings: Some OOC-ness, bucketloads of angst, hints of male-on-male sex. (grammar mistakes. I know they are there!)
Summary: Too many years without nothing real. What could have been and what is.
Everyone has imagined something about their future. What it will hold, what will become of them, of their loved ones, of their dreams. There's one person whose life hasn't gone the way it should have. Dino, the tenth boss of the Cavallone mafiafamily, a man of thirty-three years of age and with hair brighter than gold. He has his reliable men, he has his dear spouse, his children, this large estate that still feels empty. A future that he does not want, not this war between families - Vongola nearly annihilated, Millefiore rising, other families scattered and cowering in fear - , not the destruction of his little brother Sawada. A future he did not expect, because, even in the mafia, Dino is the one believing in a better tomorrow when no one else does.
As he now sits beside his sleeping wife on the large couch in his living-room, plays with his daughter's hair, one moment of peace, and smiles at her antics, at the blonde hair that's just like his, large hazel eyes staring back at him. He watches as she backs away from him, sits down on the floor to draw, doodle like only little girls like her do. Dino sits back and sighs, his gaze shifting to the window, where the outside world is covered in grey, rain and mist and clouds coloring it in darkness.
He thinks of the years passed, of his own deceit - his wife's warmth beside him feels uncomfortable and fake - and this continued lie of a love he has for another.
He thinks of what he could have done.
Knock, knock.
The knocks are quick and sharp and Dino blinks, flinches, turning away from the rainclouds bursting down on the ground. The rain has continued for a week already, only stopping for a day or two. Knock, knock. Dino stands up, his hand brushing his wife's dark hair - black hair, like his -, a shiver running through him.
”W-who is it?” He asks, hears footsteps and then it's Romario, grey on his temples, his expression not telling anything. Dread is appearing in the blond mafia man's heart, he's running, nearly stumbling on his own legs - even though he doesn't, not anymore - as he reaches the large mahogany door.
The rain is coming down harder than ever, the handle under his fingers is cold and his bare feet are freezing up and his heart is stopping at the sight of the crumpled figure at his doorstep. It all comes rushing in, through his head, forbidden, this is wrong, stop it, stop it, years of meeting in secret, the latest, whole five months without seeing, without hearing any news.
”Kyou - ” the only thing the skylark, the Cloud Guardian that came through the pouring rain answers is a hiss under all the blood and dirt on his face, before slumping forward. Dino shivers, the body that he grabbed with his reaching arms is chilly and bleeding and trembling. The dark-haired man is mumbling something under his breath and Dino's breath gets stuck in his throat, as he helps the near-unconsious man to stand.
”Kyouya, Kyouya,” he calls but the other doesn't hear. The blond is not thinking as he drags him inside, Romario's glare is disapproving - the wife is still sound asleep, the daughter is quietly drawing, the twin boys are in their own room, under the watchful gazes of their nanny - but he helps his boss anyway, doesn't care that the skylark's blood - it's so red, so he's human, after all? - gets splattered all over his polished shoes and white dress shirt. One of the mansion's three bathrooms is suitable, as they place the muttering Guardian on the white chair, back against the wall, his eyes - always so dark, now darker - staring forward, his white, white teeth gleaming from between his lips .Dino is on his knees beside him in an instant, intent on cleaning the wounds by himself.
”Boss..” Romario starts, but the blond doesn't look up.
”Boss. Do I tell ma'am that an old friend is visiting?” His voice is tired, the tone is blank, he's done this before, told numerous lies to the lovely little woman, to keep this secret. Dino still doesn't look up, his fingers already colored red as he ties and cleans the wounds, that have ripped through Kyouya's expensive shirt and coat.
”.. You know what to do, Romario. And..” Now he looks up, the sorrow in the warm brown gaze is breaking through Romario's loyal heart and he remembers his boss as the little boy he once was.
”Don't say it, boss. There's nothing to be sorry about. Not to me,” he adds and leaves, leaves the two in peace, even though his words do haunt his boss not to me, too long this lie has gone and Dino can't stop, because he loves, loves too much.
It takes a while for Dino to stitch up the wounds that have ripped through the skylark's beautiful skin, for they are numerous and make the boss wonder who did this. It takes a while to notice that his head has slumped forwards, chin meeting the chest, eyes closed, two or three little raindrops dripping from his eyelashes.
”Kyouya, Kyouya,” Dino calls and caresses the now clean cheek. Hibari is quiet and the blond feels desperation, agony like no other, longing for the long-lost touch. Taking the Cloud Guardian, half-carrying, half-dragging him to the nearest guest room, thoughts of a past long-gone crystal-clear in his mind, and putting him on the bed, not realizing that his daughter is still watching, with eyes that remind of a certain misty character, staying beside him till he wakes up, which is only ten hours into next day.
The rain still hasn't stopped and the clouds filling up the sky are increasing by number, telling of an oncoming storm, and Hibari Kyouya wakes up in an unknown bed, in an unknown house and his head is aching. The room is empty, but, like the clock, the door opens and Dino is there, closing it behind him - the wife is in the kitchen, humming and making breakfast for her husband's ”old friend” - and telling him to come to eat. Hibari stares at him, his eyes have never looked as human as they looked then.
He's up from the bed so quickly, Dino steps forward, arms around the more slender figure, another set of scarred hands - those beautiful, cruel hands -, of long nails digging into his back. Dino breaths quickly, quickly, quickly and cries, cries silently because it's Hibari and tears do not mean anything to him. ”I missed you, I missed you so much, Kyouya, oh Kyouya..” the skylark is not talking, but pressing his forehead against the shirt-clad shoulder and sighing.
”Kyouya,” Dino says and kisses him, only once, he's trembling but Kyouya never is, his lips are as enticing as ever. The skylark breaths, opens his mouth like to say something: ”This is frustrating,” he says under his breath and there's pain in Dino's eyes, but the only thing he says is; ”Come to eat with us, come.” The drifting cloud, the one unbound, he doesn't follow, he leads, the borrowed yukata a bit too big, the darkness such a contrast against his skin. The walk to the dining table is short, Hibari sits apart, staring at his food. Dino steals glances at him, the little wife smiling and she's too bright and Hibari would like to smash that brightness - for taking him -, to bite her to death, but he doesn't do it.
The children, the girl with angel curls, the two boys with darkness for hair, they think this tall stranger is intriguing, seen him only once, twice, three times, but still remaining a stranger. ”Why doesn't he talk?” The little girl asks in her little-girl voice, the Italian sounding too mature coming from her pouting lips. Hibari doesn't look at her, for in her he sees the future that could have been, his own stupidity for falling into this trap, for ever listening to that babbling, stumbling idiot that told him of mafia and families and rings - his doesn't exist anymore, their boss - never his - destroyed them - and...
”Kyouya? Everything okay? Do you need painkillers?” That one is still a babbler, one glance towards them, the little woman with black hair and the handsome Italian with blond hair and Hibari shakes his head.
”I have nothing to talk about.” He answers shortly and only listens, to the rain tapping their windows, to the hate tapping the door of his mind.
How long can he continue? It was a mistake to come here. He thinks so still, when Dino is pushing and pushing and the wall under his back is unforgiving - the wife is watching TV in the living-room, the girl is doodling, the boys are with Romario, like one of Dino's men told Dino - but for that moment the golden boy is his, just his. For Hibari, things are not okay if they are not complete, half is not a word in his vocabulary, once a boy, once a king of his own kingdom, now a man, a skylark with clipped wings for all of his freedom is at the hands of a certain man, the same one that is now kissing him, saying that he loves him and Hibari knows he does.
For a moment the raging war outside, the hissing thunder is forgotten and even the skylark looks forward, doesn't think what if, what if, thinks I need you I love you please, all the things he doesn't say aloud.