The Aftermath [Thread] [Hibari, Ryohei] [CLOSED]

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WHO: Hibari Kyouya, Ryohei Sasagawa
WHAT: After Sparta the Friday the 13th fiasco at the office, two unlikely people find themselves overtiming at the same time.
WHERE: Vongola & Associates office.
WHEN: Around 1 AM, February 14 [backlog!]
RATING: G
WARNING(s): RYOHEI IS IN IT. THEREFORE, BE EXTREMELY CAREFUL.

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[extremeonwheels]

"Let's hold off cleaning the bathrooms for now," Ryohei said, muffling his yawn with the back of a hand as he walked through a handful of his crew swabbing the deck -- or cleaning out that stupid wax from the floor -- and carefully worked his way the elevator. His men gave a resigned aye before the elevator came and he stepped in.

"Imma check the management offices," he mumbled, even though he knew they probably didn't hear him by then. Ryohei shook his head on the way up. "NO, I MUST BE EXTREME EVEN IF THIS DAY WAS HARD!"

Making quick work of checking the boardroom and Tsuna's office, he walked over to Hibari's door and, upon finding it locked, deftly put the key in and stepped inside. Trust Hibari to leave the lamps on... wait, someone was on the couch! Ryohei quietly made his way closer to see and--

"Oh." The former pro-boxer blinked. Well, that was new. Hibari didn't usually stay this late at work. He glanced around at the paper scattered everywhere and figured that his boss was putting in extra work for today (yesterday)'s

[derridamustdie]

Unfortunately, Hibari was an INCREDIBLY light sleeper. He had already snapped out of the fuzz the moment Ryohei had jangled his doorknob, and was breaking out of it completely by the time the boxer had stepped in. The managing director muttered a little as he opened his eyes and focused, albeit blearily, on the source of the noise.

"...What are you doing here?"

And what time was it... 1 AM. ...Well.

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"Uh," he replied, startled that Hibari woke up so suddenly. Ryohei took a step back, polite for once. "Sorry, was checking if everything here's fine." Pointedly, he gestured towards the lamp.

Remembering that Hibari had slipped -- or nearly, anyway -- he asked: "You okey? Shouldn't you go home?"

And then because his day had been very long and even a seasoned boxer like him wasn't actually equipped for running around for twelve hours at a time, he let out a small yawn.

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"I definitely can't, now that I've overslept."

Hibari didn't bother looking at Ryohei as he spoke - he was already straightening up, stretching, slipped his glasses on, looking around, setting things in order. He was tired in his own right, but it didn't stop him from noticing that Ryohei wasn't exactly the ball of annoying energy that he usually was himself. Different, so very different from the grinning idiot who had grabbed his hand for a handshake on the day they had met.

"I should ask you the same question."

[derridamustdie]

He was well on the way to finding that bottle in one second and suddenly spun about and facing a shouting Ryohei in the next. Suffice to say, that was more than enough to piss him off.

"Hands off."

Hibari punctuated the gesture with smack to Ryohei's hand, to brush him off better.

[extremeonwheels]

True to his nature, Ryohei ignored the smack, planted his big hand on Hibari's head instead, and leaned down to shove his face in Hibari's personal space. If Hibari wasn't going to be cooperative, then he'd do it himself! He just needed this brat to stop moving for a second and... Right, shoulders seemed fine, arms too...

"Are you SURE nothing hurts?!" he demanded, peering down at his BOSS and patting Hibari's elbow with his free hand.

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"I thought I told you to let go."

Too damned fucking close. Hibari eventually managed to free himself from Ryohei's surprisingly(?) strong grip and gave the other man his Back Off Or I Will Skin You Alive With My Fingernails look.

"I'm fine. The car's worse off than I am, obviously."

[extremeonwheels]

The Look just went over his head, but Ryohei was satisfied that Hibari was A-Okay nevertheless. Hibari seemed as pissy as ever, so that must be a good thing! "Huh! I see!" he nodded, backing off from Hibari a step and walking around to the other side of the car.

The side was completely totaled. Ryohei felt his manly, driver's heart ache for the vehicle. "THIS POOR CAR!" he exclaimed, patting it with something like a sad look on his face. "IT SERVED YOU WELL!" And then, using common sense for once, "You can't drive on the road with your car like this!"

HUHUHUhuhu!

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"No," Ryohei snapped. "I'm not challenging you, I'm telling you even if you're a stupid asshole who WON'T LISTEN!" As if to emphasize his point, Ryohei swiped out to make a grab for Hibari's car keys that the man was still holding.

(ooc: Asked the mun about the keys!)

Ryohei, never change. ;;

[derridamustdie]

At another time, he would have had a smart comeback for the words, and enough sense to simply swat Ryohei away and be done with it.

Hibari, however, has always been a man of action, and in this case, 'action' meant taking a fast swing for Ryohei's head. Knocking the guy out, in his strange It's-Fucking-One-in-the-Morning Logic, meant shutting him up, somehow proving his point and, as a bonus, keeping the other from touching him.

I-- I don't think he can even if I wanted him to.

[extremeonwheels]

He had seen the blow coming, had anticipated it, even (Hibari was still a man, after all, even if he was stick-thin and short!), but Hibari had been too fast, Ryohei's face had been too close, and his eyes just weren't what they used to be

True. B|

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And what the hell was that? That wasn't in the usual reactions of people who had just been punched.

"...Excuse me?"

He was supposed to have a good comeback for everything, but one had to forgive him: the lack of sleep and bad, bad days had the tendency to slow all brain activity down to a nearly complete halt.