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Title / Theme: #30 - Under the Rain
Author / Artist: radowan & ola_verde
Language: English
Disclaimer: We own the picture and the plot of this oneshot (well, more precisely, ola_verde owns the pic, not me). The characters of Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn belong to Akira Amano.
Rating & Warnings: K+. AU (well, somewhat), OOCness (not sure about that), shonen ai, fluff (I tried!), post TYL!Arc, when the kids are back in the past.
Summary: Hibari wonders what’s wrong with him.
Pairing: Hibari Kyouya x Sawada Tsunayoshi
Hibari Kyouya was going to bite those weather reporters to death.
The prefect watched gloomily as rain fell like it had never fallen before, and while he really didn’t mind getting wet, he didn’t want to get wet now. Midnight blue eyes stared at the grey sky impassively, and his thoughts drifted to the person they used to, nowadays.
Hibari didn’t quite understand why the sky reminded him of that herbivore, Sawada Tsunayoshi. Then again, the boy didn’t seem so much like a weakling anymore - not after disappearing for two months. When he, and the other two who kept on crowding around him, returned from wherever the hell they had been, Hibari had sensed a drastic change in their powers. Especially in Tsunayoshi’s.
Sure, the boy was as foolishly kind and nice as he had always been, but the naivety Hibari had been capable of seeing in the brown orbs has been replaced by a tired look, darkened by resignation and determination. The other two - Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato - had changed too, but not as much. What could have happened? What had they gone through to cause that sort of change in them?
It wasn’t as if Hibari cared - he didn’t - but he was curious. All that seemed to be on his mind lately has been Sawada Tsunayoshi. For a few weeks he had just watched, observed, the boy from afar - and a part of him thought that it would be a sin if kindness like that disappeared. Not that he’d admit it aloud to anyone.
So fine, he didn’t care about the obsessive bomber or the oblivious baseball player, but the feelings that seemed to appear out of nowhere when he was near Tsunayoshi were - mildly put - alarming. He wanted to go and beat the stupid Sawada to death, but a glance from the caramel eyes made him weak on the knees and all his will to kill the herbivore just vanished.
“What’s wrong with me?” Hibari asked the falling raindrops, as well as the sky, but neither answered. It wasn’t like he expected an answer. He wanted his freedom and these weird, new emotions he had, tied him down like shackles stronger than steel. Shackles he could now see, much less break.
It made him murderous.
And yet he couldn’t do anything to the main culprit - Tsunayoshi. Why? It was like a cursed circle, like a cat chasing its tail. It irritated him almost as much as the fact that the younger boy had left to train and improve, taking some of the trash with him, and left Hibari behind. But then the prefect shook his head, wondering why did he even care, because in the beginning he hadn’t.
’This is hopeless,’ the raven-haired male thought, before stepping outside, into the rain. He glared at the sky again. This had to be God’s punishment to someone, and therefore the whole rain was someone’s fault. Now all he needed to do was locate the useless bastard and kill him.
How come the weather forecast hadn’t mentioned anything about this? What were they, incompetent?
“Hibari-san?” a familiar voice called, and the rain stopped hitting Hibari’s face as something was lifted to cover for him. He turned abruptly, with widened eyes to stare at Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was smiling kindly, while holding an umbrella over them both.
“Sawada Tsunayoshi,” he stated coldly. “What do you want?”
“It’s raining, Hibari-san,” the boy pointed out with warmth that didn’t fit the weather at all. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay like this.”
“I won’t,” Hibari said with the conviction of a person who had never caught a cold in his life. Silently he noted that the old Tsunayoshi would not have had the guts to approach him so casually. And back then he would have just punched the other away. Why was the ‘now’ he was living so different from what it should have been?
“I’ll walk you home,” the boy said with a smile that made Hibari feel even weirder than usual.
“No,” the prefect snapped, but Tsunayoshi just smiled as if the Cloud Guardian’s response had been expected.
“Then walk me home,” the annoying Not-Herbivore suggested. “And stay till the rain stops.”
And even though Hibari wanted to beat the other up, say something horribly rude and walk away, he didn’t. Instead, he took a hold of the umbrella, pulled Tsunayoshi closer, and complied. It was as if his body moved on its own. A slight giggle from the shorter boy made Hibari feel heat rising to his cheeks, and he glared at the other, who just beamed in response.
“Hibari-san is such a dependable person,” the boy said with a smile. “Now, and I’m sure that in the future too.” There was an odd tone in Tsunayoshi’s voice that caught Hibari’s attention.
“What do you mean?” the prefect asked, not sure if he really wanted to know. Tsuna’s smile turned into a wry smirk - an expression Hibari had never seen before on the younger boy’s face… and he didn’t like it, just as he didn’t like this feeling of worry he had. It made him want to tell the other that he wasn’t one of his groupies, and even though he had accepted that ring, and agreed on fighting occasionally for their sake against strong opponents… he wasn’t a friend, a comrade. So they better not regard him as one.
But words died on his lips when he turned to see that wounded smile, and it made his heart clench. Once again moving instinctively, not thinking of what he was doing, Hibari let the umbrella fall from his hand, stepped closer to the younger brunet and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the other’s lips. A surprised squeak made him smirk inwardly - it was pleasing to know that regardless of the changes that had occurred, he was still capable of surprising Tsunayoshi.
“Hi-hibari-san…” Tsunayoshi gasped, with a blush and wide eyes and maybe even a bit of embarrassment. And because Hibari had liked the kiss, he decided to do it again. And so he did, not giving a damn about the falling rain anymore. Besides, Tsunayoshi wasn’t resisting too much either.
“Don’t let anyone else kiss you like this,” he ordered quietly, staring intently at the wide, brown eyes. “Or I’ll bite you and them to death.”
“O-only you, Hibari-san,” Tsunayoshi whispered in return, and Hibari decided to forgive the weather reporters this time - it was partially thanks to them that this happened, after all.
Author / Artist: radowan & ola_verde
Language: English
Disclaimer: We own the picture and the plot of this oneshot (well, more precisely, ola_verde owns the pic, not me). The characters of Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn belong to Akira Amano.
Rating & Warnings: K+. AU (well, somewhat), OOCness (not sure about that), shonen ai, fluff (I tried!), post TYL!Arc, when the kids are back in the past.
Summary: Hibari wonders what’s wrong with him.
Pairing: Hibari Kyouya x Sawada Tsunayoshi
Hibari Kyouya was going to bite those weather reporters to death.
The prefect watched gloomily as rain fell like it had never fallen before, and while he really didn’t mind getting wet, he didn’t want to get wet now. Midnight blue eyes stared at the grey sky impassively, and his thoughts drifted to the person they used to, nowadays.
Hibari didn’t quite understand why the sky reminded him of that herbivore, Sawada Tsunayoshi. Then again, the boy didn’t seem so much like a weakling anymore - not after disappearing for two months. When he, and the other two who kept on crowding around him, returned from wherever the hell they had been, Hibari had sensed a drastic change in their powers. Especially in Tsunayoshi’s.
Sure, the boy was as foolishly kind and nice as he had always been, but the naivety Hibari had been capable of seeing in the brown orbs has been replaced by a tired look, darkened by resignation and determination. The other two - Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato - had changed too, but not as much. What could have happened? What had they gone through to cause that sort of change in them?
It wasn’t as if Hibari cared - he didn’t - but he was curious. All that seemed to be on his mind lately has been Sawada Tsunayoshi. For a few weeks he had just watched, observed, the boy from afar - and a part of him thought that it would be a sin if kindness like that disappeared. Not that he’d admit it aloud to anyone.
So fine, he didn’t care about the obsessive bomber or the oblivious baseball player, but the feelings that seemed to appear out of nowhere when he was near Tsunayoshi were - mildly put - alarming. He wanted to go and beat the stupid Sawada to death, but a glance from the caramel eyes made him weak on the knees and all his will to kill the herbivore just vanished.
“What’s wrong with me?” Hibari asked the falling raindrops, as well as the sky, but neither answered. It wasn’t like he expected an answer. He wanted his freedom and these weird, new emotions he had, tied him down like shackles stronger than steel. Shackles he could now see, much less break.
It made him murderous.
And yet he couldn’t do anything to the main culprit - Tsunayoshi. Why? It was like a cursed circle, like a cat chasing its tail. It irritated him almost as much as the fact that the younger boy had left to train and improve, taking some of the trash with him, and left Hibari behind. But then the prefect shook his head, wondering why did he even care, because in the beginning he hadn’t.
’This is hopeless,’ the raven-haired male thought, before stepping outside, into the rain. He glared at the sky again. This had to be God’s punishment to someone, and therefore the whole rain was someone’s fault. Now all he needed to do was locate the useless bastard and kill him.
How come the weather forecast hadn’t mentioned anything about this? What were they, incompetent?
“Hibari-san?” a familiar voice called, and the rain stopped hitting Hibari’s face as something was lifted to cover for him. He turned abruptly, with widened eyes to stare at Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was smiling kindly, while holding an umbrella over them both.
“Sawada Tsunayoshi,” he stated coldly. “What do you want?”
“It’s raining, Hibari-san,” the boy pointed out with warmth that didn’t fit the weather at all. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay like this.”
“I won’t,” Hibari said with the conviction of a person who had never caught a cold in his life. Silently he noted that the old Tsunayoshi would not have had the guts to approach him so casually. And back then he would have just punched the other away. Why was the ‘now’ he was living so different from what it should have been?
“I’ll walk you home,” the boy said with a smile that made Hibari feel even weirder than usual.
“No,” the prefect snapped, but Tsunayoshi just smiled as if the Cloud Guardian’s response had been expected.
“Then walk me home,” the annoying Not-Herbivore suggested. “And stay till the rain stops.”
And even though Hibari wanted to beat the other up, say something horribly rude and walk away, he didn’t. Instead, he took a hold of the umbrella, pulled Tsunayoshi closer, and complied. It was as if his body moved on its own. A slight giggle from the shorter boy made Hibari feel heat rising to his cheeks, and he glared at the other, who just beamed in response.
“Hibari-san is such a dependable person,” the boy said with a smile. “Now, and I’m sure that in the future too.” There was an odd tone in Tsunayoshi’s voice that caught Hibari’s attention.
“What do you mean?” the prefect asked, not sure if he really wanted to know. Tsuna’s smile turned into a wry smirk - an expression Hibari had never seen before on the younger boy’s face… and he didn’t like it, just as he didn’t like this feeling of worry he had. It made him want to tell the other that he wasn’t one of his groupies, and even though he had accepted that ring, and agreed on fighting occasionally for their sake against strong opponents… he wasn’t a friend, a comrade. So they better not regard him as one.
But words died on his lips when he turned to see that wounded smile, and it made his heart clench. Once again moving instinctively, not thinking of what he was doing, Hibari let the umbrella fall from his hand, stepped closer to the younger brunet and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the other’s lips. A surprised squeak made him smirk inwardly - it was pleasing to know that regardless of the changes that had occurred, he was still capable of surprising Tsunayoshi.
“Hi-hibari-san…” Tsunayoshi gasped, with a blush and wide eyes and maybe even a bit of embarrassment. And because Hibari had liked the kiss, he decided to do it again. And so he did, not giving a damn about the falling rain anymore. Besides, Tsunayoshi wasn’t resisting too much either.
“Don’t let anyone else kiss you like this,” he ordered quietly, staring intently at the wide, brown eyes. “Or I’ll bite you and them to death.”
“O-only you, Hibari-san,” Tsunayoshi whispered in return, and Hibari decided to forgive the weather reporters this time - it was partially thanks to them that this happened, after all.