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Burst a Bubble
1820 || we'll tear down this place [1.28.11]
from the khr drabble meme
He hates this world. It’s dirty and crowded and chaotic and ruled by anarchy, and if he had one wish it’d be to have been born a thousand years ago when the world hadn’t fallen apart yet. From the stories that have been passed down generation by generation, Hibari’s learned that once, green-and-brown “trees” covered with “sakura flowers” used to exist all over Japan, and that if water somehow was cold, it’d freeze into “ice”. He has no idea what trees or flowers look like, and the desert he lives in has never been anything but blisteringly hot, but Hibari likes to dream about how beautiful life must have been.
She hates this world. It’s sterile and plastic and too polite and ruled by lies, and if she had one wish it’d be to have born a thousand years ago when the world hadn’t been touched yet. According to the history books citizens are permitted to possess, her race descended from the heavens a millennium ago while the native inhabitants of Earth were in the midst of “war”, and with their peaceful methods they negotiated truces and treaties. Later, they were elected to watch over Earth and since then her people have built a city suitable for supreme beings such as themselves and they continue to govern the feeble Earthlings.
Adelheid used to believe in those lies blindly, brainwashed like every other inhabitant of Shimon. But she’s learned better, and while the government has tried to eliminate every remainder of the true past, she has her ways and she’s learned that beyond the dome that covers her home there is a sky filled with “clouds” and “stars”. She’s okay about being fed falsehoods about the past all her life, but she can’t forgive being kept ignorant of something that must be so beautiful.
His grandmother used to tell him about Nippon, the Japan that existed before the Cozarts took over the Eurasian continent during World War III. Hibari grew up head filled with samurai and honor and discipline and protecting the weak. He practiced what he learned, for a while, until traveling bandits (that he had captured once before and then shown mercy) murdered his obaa-san, and then what was the point of kindness if it couldn’t save anything?
When she’s been driven half-crazy trying to imagine puffs of white against cerulean and shining dots of light in a sea of midnight, Adelheid slips out of her plastic house, past its perfectly manicured lawn, and through the unnaturally clean streets until she reaches the Edge. The Edge is the inner portion of a massive, opaque dome that encloses Shimon. Nobody knows what it is made of or how thick it is, and they claim it’s for protection from natives jealous of their divine power but Adelheid knows that if the Cozarts were as benevolent as they claimed they would have no enemies.
One day she will tear that wall down and find the truth.
Even a black hole has a center, and after Hibari has lost himself in another bloody massacre, he finds his peace at the Wall. The Wall is the outer portion of a massive, opaque dome that encloses the city of those damned Cozarts. Nobody knows what it is made of or how thick it is, and all anyone knows is that the family that had so arrogantly claimed control of Europe and Asia hides inside. His conscious is always a haze after pointless slaughters, and being so close to his goal (he’s heard that sakura trees and ice exist inside that dome) forces him to calm down and sharpen his mind.
One day he will tear that wall down and find the past.
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Wolves in Sheep's Clothing
1820 || we'll tear down this place [1.28.11]
from the khr drabble meme; second fill
Unnatural, that’s what they are. Mute twins that have dominion over fire and water, monsters that must be tamed for the good of humanity. They are locked away in a secret laboratory where they are experimented on and kept in padded white rooms. There are more children kept hidden from society too; a boy with mismatched eyes who can control the mind, a white-haired lunatic that talks to Ghosts, a blond prince that can kill a man with his own blood. But those are only the dangerous ones, the ones that are guarded 24/7 and have bombs implanted in their body that can detonate with the push of a button. Kyoya and Adelheid behave, and they live with the peaceful Gifted; a clumsy brunet with a split personality that could heal wounds, a girl with an orange flower tattoo and the ability to read emotions, a mysterious infant that aged and grew younger at will.
The scientists that run the hidden base do not know that Kyoya and Adelheid are far more dangerous than any of the other children that enjoy their ‘hospitality’. Most of them have known only the white walls and hallways of the research building all their lives, but the raven-haired twins have not and they know a better world exists beyond this island and they will go to it. It’s just a matter of being disciplined and pretending to be obedient and waiting, waiting for the right time to tear down this place.
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Nightmares
6959 || you look good in leather, in bars.breaking things, breaking hearts[1.29.11]
from the khr drabble meme
After Rokudo Mukuro is captured by the Vendicare and his body is no longer possessed, Hayato is disgusted at himself. How could he have attacked his precious Juudaime? Even though he had had no control over himself, the silver-haired Mafioso knows that his actions are unforgiveable. But he also knows that the future Vongola Decimo, so forgiving, so beautiful, so kind, would welcome him back with open arms. Only…Hayato isn’t worthy of so great a man. The day after the Kokuyo Incident, he leaves Japan and his humanity behind.
His body is shackled, that’s undeniable, but the power of the dichromatic-eyed illusionist has never been physical. While his corpse rots under the Vendicare’s hospitality, Mukuro lets his mind loose in the dream world. He’s amused at how weak some of his former pawns are; especially that green-eyed bomber who has deserted his beloved boss right before trouble Mukuro knows will come. There’s nothing more exquisite than the agony of a person who has caused the death of one he loves, and the Walker of the Six Paths can hardly wait to see Gokudera’s.
It doesn’t disappoint. Years later, when his body is merely flesh and bone, Mukuro wonders what has changed in the world. Two deformed experiment rejects are dead, a young girl without any internal organs is dead, a naïve child who wanted to change centuries of corruption is dead, but a depressed, scowling chain-smoker is still alive. Mildly intrigued, the illusionist pays a visit in his dreams.
All this guilt and hate is simply delectable, and he giggles at how the mighty have fallen (not that the silver-haired prostitute has ever been anything but weak weak weak; it’s just a phrase that Mukuro plans to use when he has finished destroying the mafia). He hasn’t visited this particular vessel in a while, and he immerses himself in the memories and pain of ten years.
He hates himself for what he’s done and what (not who, never who) he’s become, but really, he hates himself more for what he hasn’t done (like protect the only man he’ll ever follow). He thinks that his life would be so much easier if he just ended it, but he can’t bring himself to get rid of a gift from his savior (even though his dear Juudaime is long dead). He’s in a downward spiral of hatred that he’ll never escape, not even in his dreams. Then, the shrill ring of a cheap alarm clock and Hayato wakes up from his sleep but not his nightmare and gets ready for another night’s work.
The fool doesn’t even realize that he’s there; his mind is so dazed with alcohol and drugs. But it makes it easier to watch, unnoticed, as the silver-haired prostitute tugs on tight leather pants (he looks good in leather) and a dressy shirt and multiple bracelets that hide the scars on his wrist (he wants to leave but he’s trapped behind the bars of his past). He steps out into the chilly evening and walks, hips swaying, a tantalizing example of look-but-don’t-touch until he reaches his designated spot, a dark alley lit by a dying lamppost. Gokudera Hayato stands and waits for a customer, heart and humanity breaking a little more every night.
Mukuro smiles at the masterpiece he’s created.
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Fly, fly away
1859 || my love is a stapler [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
The skylark knows perfectly well what it means to not be able to soar, but he thinks that if he can just break those wings and hurt him just a little bit more, the silver-haired hawk will be too afraid to leave. His type of love pierces the heart, not soothes it.
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Sunset
Lussuria/Ryohei || how to keep the sun from rising [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
It was a shame, he’d thought - he’d actually liked that energetic boxer with toned arms and a flat stomach. But a job was a job, and if he was supposed to stop the rising sun of the Vongola, well then, all he had to do was kill it.
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Irony
Lambo/I-pin || cotton-candy [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
Their love story is like cotton candy; fluffy, happy, and almost unbearably sweet. But their love story is also like cotton candy; fragile, momentary, and just a little too much causes tummy aches and heart breaks.
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Close your eyes and dream
2796 || Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
When he asks her to stay with him forever, it is not the glamorous and picture perfect proposal to the future wife of the Vongola Decimo. His heart has always belonged to her, but he’s already trapped in a perfectly political engagement, and his beloved Chrome will never be able to be anything more than a secret mistress. Still, he tries to make a hasty midnight rendezvous as romantic as possible before the sun rises and he slips a ring onto the hand of a woman he doesn’t love. Look up, he whispers, the stars are racing across the sky just for us.
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Last Chances
Gokudera & Tsuna ||fight [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
They’ve been together for nine years, three months, four days, six hours and twenty three minutes (Gokudera knows exactly how long), and this is their first argument. It’ll be their last, too, because what Gokudera doesn’t know is “let me meet Byakuran” means “let me meet my death”, and the silver-haired smoker has finally said yes.
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Guilt Stains Forever
written in response to airwaveeight's amazing drabble [2.11.11]
His mouth is clamped shut [he thinks that if he started screaming he’d fall into wonderland and never find his way out] but his eyes say everything. A mournful glance at the wife he loved but-not-really; a haunted gaze at the assassin he hated but-not-really; a piercing stare at the guardian he could trust but-not-really. There is no blood on his hands, but when he looks at them all he can see is staining crimson that will never be washed away.
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Your heart can't lie
haru/tsuna ( i'll understand if you don't love me anymore ) [2.18.11]
from the khr drabble meme
Haru’s been a constant in Tsuna’s life; always supporting him, cheering him on, accepting his blatant lies with smiles. He thinks that he could love her, but he doesn’t. His daydreams are filled with chestnut hair and sweet, beautiful, perfect Kyoko.
So why does it hurt so much when he sees her wearing a white dress and kissing someone that’s not him?
1820 || we'll tear down this place [1.28.11]
from the khr drabble meme
He hates this world. It’s dirty and crowded and chaotic and ruled by anarchy, and if he had one wish it’d be to have been born a thousand years ago when the world hadn’t fallen apart yet. From the stories that have been passed down generation by generation, Hibari’s learned that once, green-and-brown “trees” covered with “sakura flowers” used to exist all over Japan, and that if water somehow was cold, it’d freeze into “ice”. He has no idea what trees or flowers look like, and the desert he lives in has never been anything but blisteringly hot, but Hibari likes to dream about how beautiful life must have been.
She hates this world. It’s sterile and plastic and too polite and ruled by lies, and if she had one wish it’d be to have born a thousand years ago when the world hadn’t been touched yet. According to the history books citizens are permitted to possess, her race descended from the heavens a millennium ago while the native inhabitants of Earth were in the midst of “war”, and with their peaceful methods they negotiated truces and treaties. Later, they were elected to watch over Earth and since then her people have built a city suitable for supreme beings such as themselves and they continue to govern the feeble Earthlings.
Adelheid used to believe in those lies blindly, brainwashed like every other inhabitant of Shimon. But she’s learned better, and while the government has tried to eliminate every remainder of the true past, she has her ways and she’s learned that beyond the dome that covers her home there is a sky filled with “clouds” and “stars”. She’s okay about being fed falsehoods about the past all her life, but she can’t forgive being kept ignorant of something that must be so beautiful.
His grandmother used to tell him about Nippon, the Japan that existed before the Cozarts took over the Eurasian continent during World War III. Hibari grew up head filled with samurai and honor and discipline and protecting the weak. He practiced what he learned, for a while, until traveling bandits (that he had captured once before and then shown mercy) murdered his obaa-san, and then what was the point of kindness if it couldn’t save anything?
When she’s been driven half-crazy trying to imagine puffs of white against cerulean and shining dots of light in a sea of midnight, Adelheid slips out of her plastic house, past its perfectly manicured lawn, and through the unnaturally clean streets until she reaches the Edge. The Edge is the inner portion of a massive, opaque dome that encloses Shimon. Nobody knows what it is made of or how thick it is, and they claim it’s for protection from natives jealous of their divine power but Adelheid knows that if the Cozarts were as benevolent as they claimed they would have no enemies.
One day she will tear that wall down and find the truth.
Even a black hole has a center, and after Hibari has lost himself in another bloody massacre, he finds his peace at the Wall. The Wall is the outer portion of a massive, opaque dome that encloses the city of those damned Cozarts. Nobody knows what it is made of or how thick it is, and all anyone knows is that the family that had so arrogantly claimed control of Europe and Asia hides inside. His conscious is always a haze after pointless slaughters, and being so close to his goal (he’s heard that sakura trees and ice exist inside that dome) forces him to calm down and sharpen his mind.
One day he will tear that wall down and find the past.
--------
Wolves in Sheep's Clothing
1820 || we'll tear down this place [1.28.11]
from the khr drabble meme; second fill
Unnatural, that’s what they are. Mute twins that have dominion over fire and water, monsters that must be tamed for the good of humanity. They are locked away in a secret laboratory where they are experimented on and kept in padded white rooms. There are more children kept hidden from society too; a boy with mismatched eyes who can control the mind, a white-haired lunatic that talks to Ghosts, a blond prince that can kill a man with his own blood. But those are only the dangerous ones, the ones that are guarded 24/7 and have bombs implanted in their body that can detonate with the push of a button. Kyoya and Adelheid behave, and they live with the peaceful Gifted; a clumsy brunet with a split personality that could heal wounds, a girl with an orange flower tattoo and the ability to read emotions, a mysterious infant that aged and grew younger at will.
The scientists that run the hidden base do not know that Kyoya and Adelheid are far more dangerous than any of the other children that enjoy their ‘hospitality’. Most of them have known only the white walls and hallways of the research building all their lives, but the raven-haired twins have not and they know a better world exists beyond this island and they will go to it. It’s just a matter of being disciplined and pretending to be obedient and waiting, waiting for the right time to tear down this place.
--------
Nightmares
6959 || you look good in leather, in bars.breaking things, breaking hearts[1.29.11]
from the khr drabble meme
After Rokudo Mukuro is captured by the Vendicare and his body is no longer possessed, Hayato is disgusted at himself. How could he have attacked his precious Juudaime? Even though he had had no control over himself, the silver-haired Mafioso knows that his actions are unforgiveable. But he also knows that the future Vongola Decimo, so forgiving, so beautiful, so kind, would welcome him back with open arms. Only…Hayato isn’t worthy of so great a man. The day after the Kokuyo Incident, he leaves Japan and his humanity behind.
His body is shackled, that’s undeniable, but the power of the dichromatic-eyed illusionist has never been physical. While his corpse rots under the Vendicare’s hospitality, Mukuro lets his mind loose in the dream world. He’s amused at how weak some of his former pawns are; especially that green-eyed bomber who has deserted his beloved boss right before trouble Mukuro knows will come. There’s nothing more exquisite than the agony of a person who has caused the death of one he loves, and the Walker of the Six Paths can hardly wait to see Gokudera’s.
It doesn’t disappoint. Years later, when his body is merely flesh and bone, Mukuro wonders what has changed in the world. Two deformed experiment rejects are dead, a young girl without any internal organs is dead, a naïve child who wanted to change centuries of corruption is dead, but a depressed, scowling chain-smoker is still alive. Mildly intrigued, the illusionist pays a visit in his dreams.
All this guilt and hate is simply delectable, and he giggles at how the mighty have fallen (not that the silver-haired prostitute has ever been anything but weak weak weak; it’s just a phrase that Mukuro plans to use when he has finished destroying the mafia). He hasn’t visited this particular vessel in a while, and he immerses himself in the memories and pain of ten years.
He hates himself for what he’s done and what (not who, never who) he’s become, but really, he hates himself more for what he hasn’t done (like protect the only man he’ll ever follow). He thinks that his life would be so much easier if he just ended it, but he can’t bring himself to get rid of a gift from his savior (even though his dear Juudaime is long dead). He’s in a downward spiral of hatred that he’ll never escape, not even in his dreams. Then, the shrill ring of a cheap alarm clock and Hayato wakes up from his sleep but not his nightmare and gets ready for another night’s work.
The fool doesn’t even realize that he’s there; his mind is so dazed with alcohol and drugs. But it makes it easier to watch, unnoticed, as the silver-haired prostitute tugs on tight leather pants (he looks good in leather) and a dressy shirt and multiple bracelets that hide the scars on his wrist (he wants to leave but he’s trapped behind the bars of his past). He steps out into the chilly evening and walks, hips swaying, a tantalizing example of look-but-don’t-touch until he reaches his designated spot, a dark alley lit by a dying lamppost. Gokudera Hayato stands and waits for a customer, heart and humanity breaking a little more every night.
Mukuro smiles at the masterpiece he’s created.
--------
Fly, fly away
1859 || my love is a stapler [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
The skylark knows perfectly well what it means to not be able to soar, but he thinks that if he can just break those wings and hurt him just a little bit more, the silver-haired hawk will be too afraid to leave. His type of love pierces the heart, not soothes it.
--------
Sunset
Lussuria/Ryohei || how to keep the sun from rising [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
It was a shame, he’d thought - he’d actually liked that energetic boxer with toned arms and a flat stomach. But a job was a job, and if he was supposed to stop the rising sun of the Vongola, well then, all he had to do was kill it.
--------
Irony
Lambo/I-pin || cotton-candy [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
Their love story is like cotton candy; fluffy, happy, and almost unbearably sweet. But their love story is also like cotton candy; fragile, momentary, and just a little too much causes tummy aches and heart breaks.
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Close your eyes and dream
2796 || Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
When he asks her to stay with him forever, it is not the glamorous and picture perfect proposal to the future wife of the Vongola Decimo. His heart has always belonged to her, but he’s already trapped in a perfectly political engagement, and his beloved Chrome will never be able to be anything more than a secret mistress. Still, he tries to make a hasty midnight rendezvous as romantic as possible before the sun rises and he slips a ring onto the hand of a woman he doesn’t love. Look up, he whispers, the stars are racing across the sky just for us.
--------
Last Chances
Gokudera & Tsuna ||fight [1.30.11]
from the khr drabble meme
They’ve been together for nine years, three months, four days, six hours and twenty three minutes (Gokudera knows exactly how long), and this is their first argument. It’ll be their last, too, because what Gokudera doesn’t know is “let me meet Byakuran” means “let me meet my death”, and the silver-haired smoker has finally said yes.
--------
Guilt Stains Forever
written in response to airwaveeight's amazing drabble [2.11.11]
His mouth is clamped shut [he thinks that if he started screaming he’d fall into wonderland and never find his way out] but his eyes say everything. A mournful glance at the wife he loved but-not-really; a haunted gaze at the assassin he hated but-not-really; a piercing stare at the guardian he could trust but-not-really. There is no blood on his hands, but when he looks at them all he can see is staining crimson that will never be washed away.
--------
Your heart can't lie
haru/tsuna ( i'll understand if you don't love me anymore ) [2.18.11]
from the khr drabble meme
Haru’s been a constant in Tsuna’s life; always supporting him, cheering him on, accepting his blatant lies with smiles. He thinks that he could love her, but he doesn’t. His daydreams are filled with chestnut hair and sweet, beautiful, perfect Kyoko.
So why does it hurt so much when he sees her wearing a white dress and kissing someone that’s not him?