Happy Birthday, Sekishi-chan!
生日快樂!
お誕生日おめでとう!
Happy Birthday, mssekishi !
Three languages? o.O;;
Urgh, this is kind of late for over here. =_=||||
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Can't really seem to draw anything today, so I give you this not-very-well-written-or-planned 8018 fic! Hm, well, if you squint real hard. >_>
A piece of fluff set somewhere in the earlier chapters? D:'
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Company
The first thing that Hibari Kyoya did upon reaching the roof was look around, his eyes narrowed as his gaze swept the flat surfaces and settled on one of the many higher areas of the rooftop. Crowding. He hated it, the herbivores.
“Who’s there?” He called out dangerously, sliding a tonfa from its hiding place swiftly with the ease of practice - or possibly, frequent use.
There was silence as the breeze ruffled Hibari’s gakuran; the Discipline Committee armband flapping, held on only by the safety pin; and flipping his hair about his face. But Hibari kept his gaze locked, gleaming tonfas at the ready, sensing an unwelcome presence up there.
“Hehe.”
A face popped out of seemingly nowhere as Yamamoto got to his feet and hopped down off the top of the rooftop structure, landing lightly.
“What are you doing here?” Hibari asked, deadpan, not changing his expression, but he slid his tonfas out of sight. Hibari seemed to have lost interest.
“I was waiting for Gokudera, actually.” Yamamoto said conversationally even as Hibari began to walk over to a sunny patch on the roof. “I can usually find him here...” Yamamoto trailed off, thinking it was better not to let Hibari know that Gokudera came up there to smoke - not that he seriously thought that there was anything Hibari could not easily find out about if he wanted to. “It seems he’s doing something else today.” Yamamoto finished lamely.
“Hm.” Hibari gave a dismissive reply, sitting against the sturdy wire fence surrounding the rooftop.
Taking that to mean that Hibari was not about to force him to leave, Yamamoto took the initiative and went over to where Hibari sat now with his eyes closed, legs stretched out in front of him and hands folded in his lap. Wondering if Hibari would punish him in an instant if he sat next to him, Yamamoto tentatively lowered himself down bracing his back against the fence.
Hibari cracked open one eye in annoyance as his head was jostled with the movement of the fence, but made no other comment other than to glare in his direction and pretty soon, Hibari had closed his eyes again. They sat there in silence - or rather, Yamamoto did, since he wasn’t sure what HIbari was doing exactly. Yamamoto studied the wind blowing Hibari’s hair about his face. The Discipline Committee head didn’t seem so dangerous when he was at er, ease like that. But appearances can be deceiving.
Yamamoto sat there and looked up at the blue sky, clouds drifting across it lazily. What was he doing here really, idling away his time? He didn’t really have a purpose here, since it seems Gokudera wasn’t coming. He had wanted to ask Gokudera about something earlier so had gone to where he knew Gokudera frequented to wait for him, but it didn’t really matter anymore.
There was a soft touch on his shoulder and Yamamoto blinked in surprise and returned his attention to the rooftop. Hibari had fallen asleep and slid down slightly against the fence, his head now resting on Yamamoto’s shoulder. For someone who frequently threatened to bite ‘herbivores’ to death, Hibari was surprisingly placid at the moment, but Yamamoto wondered what Hibari would do if he woke up now. No doubt it wouldn’t be pretty - for him.
Yamamoto stopped mid-sigh, remembering it was probably not a good idea to wake the skylark, and tilted his head back again, staring up at the sky. He supposed he would chance it, and remain there until Hibari awoke. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep also, lulled by the calming breeze through his hair and the warm sunlight which shone down on them both.
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