Harmony I - Old Scars
"Why must I work with him?"
Tsuna backed away slightly from the furious face of his strongest guardian, hands raised in a futile attempt to dispel some sort of calm. One of Hibari's tonfas had struck the dark, heavy wood of Tsuna's finely carved desk, leaving a deep gash permanently embedded in the antique. Tsuna knew better than to tell him off about destroying such an expensive table, and so merely moved back to their dispute, changing tactics to logic he knew Hibari would not be able to refuse - or so he hoped.
"You know as well as I do that we are short on manpower, Hibari-san." Tsuna implored. "So please-"
"I'm capable of completing the mission alone." Hibari replied shortly, flicking a contemptuous glare over his shoulder at the smiling, amused man who stood silently in the corner, content to watch for now.
"You also know that it is protocol for a mission to not be completed by one person," Tsuna argued on doggedly. "There must always be a supporting partner."
"I'll take Kusakabe, then" Hibari retorted, once more relaxedly sliding his tonfas back into hiding, although all present knew how fast he could snap them out again if he was required to.
"This is a high risk operation. Kusakabe-san does not have the skills we need." Tsuna pointed out.
Hibari glared. While Kusakabe made a good assistant, it was true he was not quite as suited to their field missions. And there was no one else Hibari was willing to put up with - if they were even available. There was no escaping it, was there?
"Kufufu." The man in the corner finally spoke. "What are you afraid of, Kyoya?"
"I don't remember ever saying that." Hibari replied coldly, a hint of a threat in his voice as his eyes narrowed at the speaker, glaring daggers.
"It is not only the mouth that speaks." Mukuro smirked, the mismatched eyes faintly teasing.
In an instant, Hibari was across the room, the cold, hard steel of a tonfa at the base of the throat of the taller man. If he pressed a little harder, he could cut off Mukuro's breathing. Even harder, break his neck.
"Don't get cocky, Mukuro."
But Mukuro was unmoved, his breathing even and slow, the lips smiling wider as though he were enjoying himself. Bending his head, he kissed the shiny, polished steel of the tonfas, to Hibari's annoyance.
"Do your worst." He murmured to the skylark.
Over at his newly scarred desk, Tsuna sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. Were those two ever going to even get to that mission? Giving the two half a glance, he assumed the issue was resolved, and quietly slipped out of the room.
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Bleh. :P And another of the same. I'm trying, but late night inspiration only seems to go so far. >_>
Inspired by a piece that I'm still working on although I started it when I wrote my first KHR fic. I doubt it's going to get done, and this wasn't what I wanted to write tonight either, but oh well. XD;
Tsuna backed away slightly from the furious face of his strongest guardian, hands raised in a futile attempt to dispel some sort of calm. One of Hibari's tonfas had struck the dark, heavy wood of Tsuna's finely carved desk, leaving a deep gash permanently embedded in the antique. Tsuna knew better than to tell him off about destroying such an expensive table, and so merely moved back to their dispute, changing tactics to logic he knew Hibari would not be able to refuse - or so he hoped.
"You know as well as I do that we are short on manpower, Hibari-san." Tsuna implored. "So please-"
"I'm capable of completing the mission alone." Hibari replied shortly, flicking a contemptuous glare over his shoulder at the smiling, amused man who stood silently in the corner, content to watch for now.
"You also know that it is protocol for a mission to not be completed by one person," Tsuna argued on doggedly. "There must always be a supporting partner."
"I'll take Kusakabe, then" Hibari retorted, once more relaxedly sliding his tonfas back into hiding, although all present knew how fast he could snap them out again if he was required to.
"This is a high risk operation. Kusakabe-san does not have the skills we need." Tsuna pointed out.
Hibari glared. While Kusakabe made a good assistant, it was true he was not quite as suited to their field missions. And there was no one else Hibari was willing to put up with - if they were even available. There was no escaping it, was there?
"Kufufu." The man in the corner finally spoke. "What are you afraid of, Kyoya?"
"I don't remember ever saying that." Hibari replied coldly, a hint of a threat in his voice as his eyes narrowed at the speaker, glaring daggers.
"It is not only the mouth that speaks." Mukuro smirked, the mismatched eyes faintly teasing.
In an instant, Hibari was across the room, the cold, hard steel of a tonfa at the base of the throat of the taller man. If he pressed a little harder, he could cut off Mukuro's breathing. Even harder, break his neck.
"Don't get cocky, Mukuro."
But Mukuro was unmoved, his breathing even and slow, the lips smiling wider as though he were enjoying himself. Bending his head, he kissed the shiny, polished steel of the tonfas, to Hibari's annoyance.
"Do your worst." He murmured to the skylark.
Over at his newly scarred desk, Tsuna sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. Were those two ever going to even get to that mission? Giving the two half a glance, he assumed the issue was resolved, and quietly slipped out of the room.
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Bleh. :P And another of the same. I'm trying, but late night inspiration only seems to go so far. >_>
Inspired by a piece that I'm still working on although I started it when I wrote my first KHR fic. I doubt it's going to get done, and this wasn't what I wanted to write tonight either, but oh well. XD;