Festival Gear for Danilachan
Title of Work: Festival Gear
Characters / Pairing: Fem!HibarixI-Pin
Rating: Only barely PG
Warnings: Pretty much nothing. Nudity?
Summary: I-Pin has always been watching Hibari, and her emotions always threaten to overwhelm her.
Notes: Um, I really don’t know. I hope you like it, but I just… :\
Prompt: Fem!Hibari x I-Pin - girls in yukata/handcuffs, means cute or hot.
Beta’d by: therainshark and ch1ps0h0y (Two lovely people who put up with me. <3 T_T) Any mistakes are my own.
I-Pin loves Hibari.
She remembers the first time she saw the haughty older girl, even as young as she was.
Even as young as she still is.
At first, whenever she saw the Discipline Committee chairperson, all she could do was blush and her body would take over, activating the Pinzu Timed Super Explosion from the assault to her senses. A couple of damaged buildings, craters, and other trails of destruction later and she had enough presence of mind to try and stop herself, although it did not really lessen her reaction any more.
Hibari resembled her Master in strange ways; it seemed impossible to control her reaction while she was aware of this, but the more she was around Hibari, the more she realised that Hibari was not like her Master at all.
The skylark was nothing like I-Pin’s Master, apart from her appearance. Their hair fell in certain ways and their features were shaped alike enough that one could consider them perhaps siblings; yet while her Master’s eyes were often filled with kindness and a cheeky - if not ironic - humour, Hibari’s eyes were usually cool and sardonic. Despite this, no matter how much I-Pin bugged Hibari, the skylark would show annoyance but otherwise acted fairly tolerant of the small girl.
From a distance, I-Pin occasionally watched Hibari interact with animals as she rested her overly-large head over her small folded arms. In spite of her penchant for isolation from other people and her dislike of ‘crowding’, Hibari was kind and gentle with Hibird and Roll despite the fact that Hibari’s face never seemed to change, even while she cradled an injured cat that she had found on the step. Her expression and her actions seemed in such dissonance, even through the haze of her muddled mind as she tried to stall her Pinzu countdown, I-Pin came to theorise that Hibari was not a bad person, but merely wore a mask for the sake of her reputation.
It was a hard world for a female, after all.
The little Chinese girl watched the skylark secretively, securely clasped in the arms of Bianchi, as Hibari glanced sideways out the window. The older girl ignored the conversation going on with an air of disinterest, her hair draped carelessly over a shoulder. Yet at the same time, she seemed to be committing every word to memory even though she neither spoke nor moved, arms crossed beneath her breasts arrogantly, and the minute the meeting was over, was already up and gone, her long hair swishing out in a dark banner behind her as she whisked away.
As I-Pin wrestled with her reaction, she sometimes got caught staring at Hibari, those clever silver eyes serenely seeming to bore into her soul and see all her secrets. It was at that point that she would often forget herself and all the efforts she put into wiping her Pinzu timer’s countdown, so that in the sudden frenzy of trying to escort I-Pin to an area where she would inflict the least damage, Hibari could easily slip away unnoticed.
Just when I-Pin had thought she had perhaps come to terms with her feelings for Hibari and had managed to even work with the girl-turned-woman without having her explosion activated, a insensitive comment from Yamamoto would test the limits of her will once again.
“Haha, I-Pin, you don’t wear a changshan to a festival!” The baseballer laughed as he saw the young girl in her tomboy-ish Chinese outfit, tactless as ever.
There was a pause, as the girl looked down at her attire. Although Yamamoto‘s comment had been without malice, a blush spread over I-Pin’s cheeks slowly as she considered the only clothes that she had.
“I-I…”
There was a light tap on her shoulder and the Chinese girl turned, the blush in her cheeks suddenly heightening tenfold as she noticed the skylark’s hand still hovering over her shoulder. She had glimpsed the busty woman hovering on the edges of the group, as distant as ever, yet still here with the group despite that. How Hibari had managed to move to her side in such a short amount of time mystified her, yet she would not put it beneath the other woman.
Dressed in a long violet yukata embroidered with rolling clouds and vibrant phoenixes clashing in fierce battle, a nightshade coloured obi and her long dark hair coiled up into an elegantly messy bun, she was stunning against the evening backdrop as the fading light from the pink and orange stained sky settled into the folds of the cloth and into her hair, giving the skylark an otherworldly look. Dusky bronze highlights lit up her hair, and her normally creamy skin turned gold.
“Come with me, herbivore.”
The sentence was short and clipped, as the woman turned deftly on her heel without waiting for the young girl to follow. Hastily, I-Pin jogged after the other woman, trying to keep up with Hibari’s longer-legged pace. They passed the various Japanese-styled rooms and, as I-Pin noticed the familiarity and comfort with which Hibari navigated the pathways, the young Chinese girl realised that this was none other than Hibari’s lodgings. Hibari turned once again, as abruptly as before, and sliding open the door with a violent clatter, made her way into a room where she began to pull items from the closet until she had unfolded a ruby red yukata embroidered with elegant white cranes gliding amongst the dark red.
“Here.” Hibari thrust the bundle at the girl who caught and held it like a red hot poker, unsure of what to do with it.
There was a pause as the skylark surveyed the motionless Chinese girl, a slight frown marring her eyebrows.
“You have never worn one of these before, herbivore?”
I-Pin shook her head wordlessly, afraid of what she might say or do if she opened her mouth now. A sigh seemed to tear from the lips of the older woman as the frown deepened fractionally and she motioned imperially for the item of clothing back. I-Pin passed it back over with a sinking heart before she heard the next command.
“Take it off.”
It took a beat before I-Pin could comprehend the command and she blushed furiously as she noticed Hibari’s sharp eyes watching her, or rather her outfit, impatiently. Obediently she stripped like she had been commanded to and clutched her still-warm clothes to her all-too-flat chest.
“Move your arms, herbivore. How am I supposed to help you if you do not cooperate?” The skylark’s voice was laced with irritation as she bent around I-Pin to arrange the kimono on I-Pin’s shoulders as I-Pin allowed her outfit to drop to the ground, very aware as to how close Hibari was and how Hibari’s busty chest almost brushed her almost non-existent one.
Hibari noticed nothing of the sort, still busy arranging the folds of cloth over the younger girl’s shoulders with apparent intense concentration.
“That too.” She nodded at the dismal-looking bra that cupped I-Pin’s almost insignificant breasts.
Yet again blushing furiously and ducking her head to hide her face, I-Pin worked the straps off her shoulders and undid the clasp, allowing the sad scrap of material to fall to the ground. Hibari did not comment and swiftly folded the yukata shut, easily tying up I-Pin’s obi with her usual expression of annoyance even though the skylark was helping of her own accord. One last arrangement and Hibari almost roughly nudged I-Pin over to the mirror where she took a good look at herself.
“Um… Thank you, Hibari-san.” I-Pin wrested up the courage and willpower to force the still fairly unfamiliar language from her mouth.
“Don’t count on it, herbivore.” Hibari replied, glancing over I-Pin’s braided hair critically before adding a simple blossom and already turning to go. I-Pin stood and stared at herself in the mirror, as the musky smell of Hibari which covered the clothes permeated her nostrils, and she hugged herself, her cheeks burning with happiness.
“Are you coming?” Hibari asked impatiently.
“Y-Yes!” I-Pin replied, tripping her way across the room in the unfamiliar clothing. She paused for a minute as she stood next to Hibari outside the room, the gentle sakura drifting down from the trees and Hibari’s yukata melding with the recently fallen night. With clear eyes, a clear mind and a honed resolution, I-Pin twisted up and brushed her lips lightly against Hibari’s, then ran as fast as she could, hair and folds of the yukata snapping out behind her as her feet clattered along the wooden boards; her heart soared, her cheeks burned and she felt as if she could either die from embarrassment or joy.
Behind her, Hibari was frozen as though in shock, bent back just fractionally, her eyes for once not merely filled with a tolerant annoyance as she stared after the frantically escaping Chinese girl. Slowly, she bent and gathered up the small blossom which had fallen from the younger girl’s hair and brought it slowly to her lips as they curved slightly in an uncharacteristic smile.
I-Pin loves Hibari.
And Hibari might just love I-Pin too.
Characters / Pairing: Fem!HibarixI-Pin
Rating: Only barely PG
Warnings: Pretty much nothing. Nudity?
Summary: I-Pin has always been watching Hibari, and her emotions always threaten to overwhelm her.
Notes: Um, I really don’t know. I hope you like it, but I just… :\
Prompt: Fem!Hibari x I-Pin - girls in yukata/handcuffs, means cute or hot.
Beta’d by: therainshark and ch1ps0h0y (Two lovely people who put up with me. <3 T_T) Any mistakes are my own.
I-Pin loves Hibari.
She remembers the first time she saw the haughty older girl, even as young as she was.
Even as young as she still is.
At first, whenever she saw the Discipline Committee chairperson, all she could do was blush and her body would take over, activating the Pinzu Timed Super Explosion from the assault to her senses. A couple of damaged buildings, craters, and other trails of destruction later and she had enough presence of mind to try and stop herself, although it did not really lessen her reaction any more.
Hibari resembled her Master in strange ways; it seemed impossible to control her reaction while she was aware of this, but the more she was around Hibari, the more she realised that Hibari was not like her Master at all.
The skylark was nothing like I-Pin’s Master, apart from her appearance. Their hair fell in certain ways and their features were shaped alike enough that one could consider them perhaps siblings; yet while her Master’s eyes were often filled with kindness and a cheeky - if not ironic - humour, Hibari’s eyes were usually cool and sardonic. Despite this, no matter how much I-Pin bugged Hibari, the skylark would show annoyance but otherwise acted fairly tolerant of the small girl.
From a distance, I-Pin occasionally watched Hibari interact with animals as she rested her overly-large head over her small folded arms. In spite of her penchant for isolation from other people and her dislike of ‘crowding’, Hibari was kind and gentle with Hibird and Roll despite the fact that Hibari’s face never seemed to change, even while she cradled an injured cat that she had found on the step. Her expression and her actions seemed in such dissonance, even through the haze of her muddled mind as she tried to stall her Pinzu countdown, I-Pin came to theorise that Hibari was not a bad person, but merely wore a mask for the sake of her reputation.
It was a hard world for a female, after all.
The little Chinese girl watched the skylark secretively, securely clasped in the arms of Bianchi, as Hibari glanced sideways out the window. The older girl ignored the conversation going on with an air of disinterest, her hair draped carelessly over a shoulder. Yet at the same time, she seemed to be committing every word to memory even though she neither spoke nor moved, arms crossed beneath her breasts arrogantly, and the minute the meeting was over, was already up and gone, her long hair swishing out in a dark banner behind her as she whisked away.
As I-Pin wrestled with her reaction, she sometimes got caught staring at Hibari, those clever silver eyes serenely seeming to bore into her soul and see all her secrets. It was at that point that she would often forget herself and all the efforts she put into wiping her Pinzu timer’s countdown, so that in the sudden frenzy of trying to escort I-Pin to an area where she would inflict the least damage, Hibari could easily slip away unnoticed.
Just when I-Pin had thought she had perhaps come to terms with her feelings for Hibari and had managed to even work with the girl-turned-woman without having her explosion activated, a insensitive comment from Yamamoto would test the limits of her will once again.
“Haha, I-Pin, you don’t wear a changshan to a festival!” The baseballer laughed as he saw the young girl in her tomboy-ish Chinese outfit, tactless as ever.
There was a pause, as the girl looked down at her attire. Although Yamamoto‘s comment had been without malice, a blush spread over I-Pin’s cheeks slowly as she considered the only clothes that she had.
“I-I…”
There was a light tap on her shoulder and the Chinese girl turned, the blush in her cheeks suddenly heightening tenfold as she noticed the skylark’s hand still hovering over her shoulder. She had glimpsed the busty woman hovering on the edges of the group, as distant as ever, yet still here with the group despite that. How Hibari had managed to move to her side in such a short amount of time mystified her, yet she would not put it beneath the other woman.
Dressed in a long violet yukata embroidered with rolling clouds and vibrant phoenixes clashing in fierce battle, a nightshade coloured obi and her long dark hair coiled up into an elegantly messy bun, she was stunning against the evening backdrop as the fading light from the pink and orange stained sky settled into the folds of the cloth and into her hair, giving the skylark an otherworldly look. Dusky bronze highlights lit up her hair, and her normally creamy skin turned gold.
“Come with me, herbivore.”
The sentence was short and clipped, as the woman turned deftly on her heel without waiting for the young girl to follow. Hastily, I-Pin jogged after the other woman, trying to keep up with Hibari’s longer-legged pace. They passed the various Japanese-styled rooms and, as I-Pin noticed the familiarity and comfort with which Hibari navigated the pathways, the young Chinese girl realised that this was none other than Hibari’s lodgings. Hibari turned once again, as abruptly as before, and sliding open the door with a violent clatter, made her way into a room where she began to pull items from the closet until she had unfolded a ruby red yukata embroidered with elegant white cranes gliding amongst the dark red.
“Here.” Hibari thrust the bundle at the girl who caught and held it like a red hot poker, unsure of what to do with it.
There was a pause as the skylark surveyed the motionless Chinese girl, a slight frown marring her eyebrows.
“You have never worn one of these before, herbivore?”
I-Pin shook her head wordlessly, afraid of what she might say or do if she opened her mouth now. A sigh seemed to tear from the lips of the older woman as the frown deepened fractionally and she motioned imperially for the item of clothing back. I-Pin passed it back over with a sinking heart before she heard the next command.
“Take it off.”
It took a beat before I-Pin could comprehend the command and she blushed furiously as she noticed Hibari’s sharp eyes watching her, or rather her outfit, impatiently. Obediently she stripped like she had been commanded to and clutched her still-warm clothes to her all-too-flat chest.
“Move your arms, herbivore. How am I supposed to help you if you do not cooperate?” The skylark’s voice was laced with irritation as she bent around I-Pin to arrange the kimono on I-Pin’s shoulders as I-Pin allowed her outfit to drop to the ground, very aware as to how close Hibari was and how Hibari’s busty chest almost brushed her almost non-existent one.
Hibari noticed nothing of the sort, still busy arranging the folds of cloth over the younger girl’s shoulders with apparent intense concentration.
“That too.” She nodded at the dismal-looking bra that cupped I-Pin’s almost insignificant breasts.
Yet again blushing furiously and ducking her head to hide her face, I-Pin worked the straps off her shoulders and undid the clasp, allowing the sad scrap of material to fall to the ground. Hibari did not comment and swiftly folded the yukata shut, easily tying up I-Pin’s obi with her usual expression of annoyance even though the skylark was helping of her own accord. One last arrangement and Hibari almost roughly nudged I-Pin over to the mirror where she took a good look at herself.
“Um… Thank you, Hibari-san.” I-Pin wrested up the courage and willpower to force the still fairly unfamiliar language from her mouth.
“Don’t count on it, herbivore.” Hibari replied, glancing over I-Pin’s braided hair critically before adding a simple blossom and already turning to go. I-Pin stood and stared at herself in the mirror, as the musky smell of Hibari which covered the clothes permeated her nostrils, and she hugged herself, her cheeks burning with happiness.
“Are you coming?” Hibari asked impatiently.
“Y-Yes!” I-Pin replied, tripping her way across the room in the unfamiliar clothing. She paused for a minute as she stood next to Hibari outside the room, the gentle sakura drifting down from the trees and Hibari’s yukata melding with the recently fallen night. With clear eyes, a clear mind and a honed resolution, I-Pin twisted up and brushed her lips lightly against Hibari’s, then ran as fast as she could, hair and folds of the yukata snapping out behind her as her feet clattered along the wooden boards; her heart soared, her cheeks burned and she felt as if she could either die from embarrassment or joy.
Behind her, Hibari was frozen as though in shock, bent back just fractionally, her eyes for once not merely filled with a tolerant annoyance as she stared after the frantically escaping Chinese girl. Slowly, she bent and gathered up the small blossom which had fallen from the younger girl’s hair and brought it slowly to her lips as they curved slightly in an uncharacteristic smile.
I-Pin loves Hibari.
And Hibari might just love I-Pin too.