[Katekyo Hitman Reborn] Just Enough
Title: Just Enough
Author: masanami
Character(s): Yamamoto/Hibari
Word Count: 841
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Yamamoto makes a decision that results in a very annoyed prefect.
Author's Note: Written for khrfest's Round III. Prompt: Yamamoto/Hibari - Choices - "bad decisions make for amazing days"
A piece of the ceiling tumbled to the ground, landing with a loud thump that echoed across the room as Yamamoto Takeshi’s eyes trained on the slender figure of a certain prefect that he knew all too well. He didn’t even blink as those dark eyes narrowed in focus on him, lips taunt and firm in an expression that Yamamoto had seen time and time again, usually just before some poor fool ended up as a swollen and bruised pulp that lay withering on the floor. Now the silence that hung in the air between them spoke more than words could ever convey.
To say that Hibari was pissed off was an understatement.
The older boy stood in front of the ruined remains of what was suppose to be his future self’s Foundation, seemingly unfazed by the sheer destruction that a small spiked animal could cause when injected with Hibari’s annoyance fueled flames. Even though the little-yet completely lethal-creature had been subdued before the entire structure was demolished, the irked expression on Hibari’s face had yet to dissipate.
But, really, wasn’t this overacting a little bit just because he accidentally woke him from his sleep while he was training with Squalo? After all, it hadn't exactly been his choice to train more after the battle with Byakuran was finally over, but Squalo had insisted...
“Now, now Hibari, calm down.” The violet flames licked off the smooth steel surface of Hibari’s ring and the hedgehog looked around in muted curiosity as it perched itself beside Hibari’s feet, watching in mild amusement. The resulting destruction of everything within a ten yard radius of Hibari Kyouya seemed to faze neither box animal nor owner. Despite the fact that the remaining walls of the Foundation’s Japanese interior were bulging with the threat of failure, Hibari didn’t slacken his steel gaze on Yamamoto for even a second. He didn’t even blink.
“Your training interrupted my sleep.” The prefect’s answer was simple, straight-forward, and quick. “Now, Yamamoto Takeshi, you will be bitten to death.”
Yamamoto laughed, unable to keep the grin from spreading across his lips and lighting up his face. It was hard not to smile when Hibari’s brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed, a malevolent glint in his eyes that Yamamoto found both thrilling and dangerous. Sometimes he wondered why that small little change in the atmosphere made his hair stand on ends and goose bumps prickle across his flesh. It sent a shudder down his spine just thinking about how much he wanted to challenge that aura that Hibari emitted in these moments. The weight of the katana on his shoulder seemed heavier, more urgent, with each passing second. So did the desire to step forward, bridge the distance between them, and enter the space that Hibari guarded so closely.
But Hibari moved first.
With motion that could only be described as delicate, Hibari’s light footsteps drifted effortlessly across the fallen debris of the ceiling. His dark eyes were so intently focused that Yamamoto was sure that there was nothing else in the prefect’s mind other than himself and precisely how many steps made up the divide between them. Each step was sure, hitting the ground without a single waver in fluid motion, while his gaze never left his target. Yamamoto knew he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea of himself occupying every space of the prefect’s one-track mind. “Is there something funny, Yamamoto Takeshi?” The way he spoke, with such absolute seriousness, triggered palpitations across Yamamoto’s chest. It made him want to grab the other boy and drag him across the floor, sending them both into a tug of war for strength and dominance. He wanted to feel the burning heat of this challenge; the sweat dripping, the blood pulsating, the heart stopping merit of this moment…
Hibari’s head cocked to the side, the grip of the tonfa in his hands tightening until Yamamoto could hear the gentle drift of skin grinding against metal.
“Do you really want to fight Hibari? I mean…we’re getting ready to go home soon…and I won’t lose.” One of Hibari’s slender eyebrows rose; a spark of interest and the slight curve of a smile an inviting gesture.
“Oh really?” The challenge was as clear and vivid as the crumbled ruins around them, a reminder that a threat against Hibari Kyouya could not be taken lightly.
Yamamoto shrugged his katana’s strap off his shoulder, gripping the trusty and familiar weight of the hilt in his palm as he unsheathed the weapon. The luster of the pristine steel almost mirrored the clarity and gleam in Hibari’s eyes. He noticed the minute change in stature, the way one of Hibari’s legs angled back ever-so-slightly, silently acknowledging his intentions.
The grin that tugged at the corner of Yamamoto’s lips was fueled by a passion to see that look in Hibari’s eyes fester and grow stronger with the promise of a fight against an opponent worthy of his attention. Even if their encounter had started off badly, it certainly wasn’t going to end that way for either of them.
“Prepare yourself Yamamoto Takeshi.”
He didn’t need to say it twice.
Author: masanami
Character(s): Yamamoto/Hibari
Word Count: 841
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Yamamoto makes a decision that results in a very annoyed prefect.
Author's Note: Written for khrfest's Round III. Prompt: Yamamoto/Hibari - Choices - "bad decisions make for amazing days"
A piece of the ceiling tumbled to the ground, landing with a loud thump that echoed across the room as Yamamoto Takeshi’s eyes trained on the slender figure of a certain prefect that he knew all too well. He didn’t even blink as those dark eyes narrowed in focus on him, lips taunt and firm in an expression that Yamamoto had seen time and time again, usually just before some poor fool ended up as a swollen and bruised pulp that lay withering on the floor. Now the silence that hung in the air between them spoke more than words could ever convey.
To say that Hibari was pissed off was an understatement.
The older boy stood in front of the ruined remains of what was suppose to be his future self’s Foundation, seemingly unfazed by the sheer destruction that a small spiked animal could cause when injected with Hibari’s annoyance fueled flames. Even though the little-yet completely lethal-creature had been subdued before the entire structure was demolished, the irked expression on Hibari’s face had yet to dissipate.
But, really, wasn’t this overacting a little bit just because he accidentally woke him from his sleep while he was training with Squalo? After all, it hadn't exactly been his choice to train more after the battle with Byakuran was finally over, but Squalo had insisted...
“Now, now Hibari, calm down.” The violet flames licked off the smooth steel surface of Hibari’s ring and the hedgehog looked around in muted curiosity as it perched itself beside Hibari’s feet, watching in mild amusement. The resulting destruction of everything within a ten yard radius of Hibari Kyouya seemed to faze neither box animal nor owner. Despite the fact that the remaining walls of the Foundation’s Japanese interior were bulging with the threat of failure, Hibari didn’t slacken his steel gaze on Yamamoto for even a second. He didn’t even blink.
“Your training interrupted my sleep.” The prefect’s answer was simple, straight-forward, and quick. “Now, Yamamoto Takeshi, you will be bitten to death.”
Yamamoto laughed, unable to keep the grin from spreading across his lips and lighting up his face. It was hard not to smile when Hibari’s brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed, a malevolent glint in his eyes that Yamamoto found both thrilling and dangerous. Sometimes he wondered why that small little change in the atmosphere made his hair stand on ends and goose bumps prickle across his flesh. It sent a shudder down his spine just thinking about how much he wanted to challenge that aura that Hibari emitted in these moments. The weight of the katana on his shoulder seemed heavier, more urgent, with each passing second. So did the desire to step forward, bridge the distance between them, and enter the space that Hibari guarded so closely.
But Hibari moved first.
With motion that could only be described as delicate, Hibari’s light footsteps drifted effortlessly across the fallen debris of the ceiling. His dark eyes were so intently focused that Yamamoto was sure that there was nothing else in the prefect’s mind other than himself and precisely how many steps made up the divide between them. Each step was sure, hitting the ground without a single waver in fluid motion, while his gaze never left his target. Yamamoto knew he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea of himself occupying every space of the prefect’s one-track mind. “Is there something funny, Yamamoto Takeshi?” The way he spoke, with such absolute seriousness, triggered palpitations across Yamamoto’s chest. It made him want to grab the other boy and drag him across the floor, sending them both into a tug of war for strength and dominance. He wanted to feel the burning heat of this challenge; the sweat dripping, the blood pulsating, the heart stopping merit of this moment…
Hibari’s head cocked to the side, the grip of the tonfa in his hands tightening until Yamamoto could hear the gentle drift of skin grinding against metal.
“Do you really want to fight Hibari? I mean…we’re getting ready to go home soon…and I won’t lose.” One of Hibari’s slender eyebrows rose; a spark of interest and the slight curve of a smile an inviting gesture.
“Oh really?” The challenge was as clear and vivid as the crumbled ruins around them, a reminder that a threat against Hibari Kyouya could not be taken lightly.
Yamamoto shrugged his katana’s strap off his shoulder, gripping the trusty and familiar weight of the hilt in his palm as he unsheathed the weapon. The luster of the pristine steel almost mirrored the clarity and gleam in Hibari’s eyes. He noticed the minute change in stature, the way one of Hibari’s legs angled back ever-so-slightly, silently acknowledging his intentions.
The grin that tugged at the corner of Yamamoto’s lips was fueled by a passion to see that look in Hibari’s eyes fester and grow stronger with the promise of a fight against an opponent worthy of his attention. Even if their encounter had started off badly, it certainly wasn’t going to end that way for either of them.
“Prepare yourself Yamamoto Takeshi.”
He didn’t need to say it twice.