[KHR] 1sentence themes; delta set
Title: Through the Looking Glass
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Disclaimer: Not mine; characters belong to Amano.
Pairing: Cozart/Giotto
Rating: T
Warning(s): Sexual allusions, brief mentions of violence
Extra Notes: Delta set written for 1sentence. Brief appearances by G, fan-related theories as to what could have happened to bring about Cozart’s death (all pure speculation), and plenty of crack and fluff to go along with all that, just because. Probably broke about fifty sentence rules, though, heh.
.air
The air was heavy after the storm was over, but beside Giotto, Cozart felt he could breathe free and easy, almost as if it were any other day.
.apples
“Catch!” Giotto laughed, carefree, as he instinctively raised a hand to catch the apple Cozart had thrown.
.beginning
They met by accident, some fluke of fate, but it could have been something more - something that brought their two hearts, so alike, together through a single act of human compassion that took place so long ago.
.bugs
“Cozart,” Giotto began warningly, “if you come within an inch of my body with that centipede, I swear to God I will freeze you where you stand.”
.coffee
He loved the smell of coffee grounds, just not the taste; Giotto was the opposite, practically living off the stuff.
.dark
Giotto coughed up blood into the palm of his hand, eyes pained, before asking one simple question, “Why?”
.despair
“You’re everything I wanted to be, Giotto - but we’re different, you and I,” and those words, sounding so innocent, were what led to the very end that Giotto had always wanted to avoid.
.doors
“Oof!” Giotto rubbed at his sore nose, bemused, before the laughter on the other side of the door alerted him to the fact that someone was there, despite G’s assurance that Cozart had already left.
.drink
Cozart raised his glass to the sky with an unfailing smile, his silent toast to the bright future ahead of them, and Giotto understood everything that wasn’t said.
.duty
Duty, honor, respect, compassion - what did any of it mean if there was no one to share it with?
.earth
He was the earth, sensible and certain, and Giotto was the far, unreachable sky that Cozart could only admire from afar.
.end
“Finished already?” Giotto teased with an impish smile, sprawled among the extravagant covers and not ready to sleep at all.
.fall
The first time he had ignited his dying will flames with his gloves, Giotto blasted himself backwards with the force it excluded, slamming into both of his longtime friends.
.fire
Cozart felt as if he were on fire as Giotto smiled that smile that he liked to believe was just for him.
.flexible
He gave his friend a blank, incomprehensible look as he drawled a tired, “Why on earth would you want to know flexible I am, Giotto?”
.flying
Giotto had always wondered what it would be like to fly, but he didn’t have the courage to try until Cozart agreed to come with him.
.food
“Say ‘ah’,” Giotto instructed in his best trying-to-be-serious voice, a piece of pineapple speared on his fork and aimed at Cozart.
.foot
“Move your feet,” mumbled Cozart sleepily, just before he collapsed onto the couch next to Giotto.
.grave
A hand landed on his shoulder and Giotto remembered he wasn’t alone, even if the one who had understood him the most was now gone.
.green
“Is your hair turning green, Giotto?” Cozart asked innocently, biting at his lip a split second later as his friend threw him a suspicious and knowing glare.
.head
Giotto frowned and tugged at a ridiculously long strand of hair - just whose idea had it been to give Talbot the okay to mess with the Vongola Rings again?
.hollow
There had long since been an emptiness somewhere deep inside of him and it had formed the very day he had left Italy with the promise that they would always be friends.
.honor
“Honor? Pride? Aren’t they the same thing, Cozart? I know what my pride is. Do you?”
.hope
It was faint, but in that instant where Giotto had realized his friend had betrayed him, he had believed whole-heartedly that he was dreaming and that it would all go away as soon as he opened his eyes, never realizing how naïve that hope was until a fraction of a second later.
.light
“Your candle is melting, Giotto; did you fall asleep while working again?” chided Cozart gently, a fond smile directed at his friend since this had been happening more often than not as of late.
.lost
Giotto didn’t want to admit it, but he was ridiculously lost and Cozart was surely going to scold him for showing up late to his own party with G nodding along to every word of it.
.metal
When Giotto heard the rumors of the creation of the Simon Rings, he had been curious and ready to congratulate his friend on his success, but as soon as he had taken one glance at them, he realized they were nothing like the Vongola Rings.
.new
“My Family eagerly wishes to meet you, Giotto,” the letter read, “won’t you come and see me some time?”
.old
It was tradition by now for Giotto to leave his office window open on starlit nights, with no clouds in sight - an old habit that he would never be rid, even after he realized how pointless it was to keep waiting.
.peace
The one thing Giotto would always fight for was peace and he would never kill, and while Cozart respected that, admired it even, he also understood that sometimes violence was the only way to stop violence and that fear could lead to peace much more quickly.
.poison
Cozart has the sweetest smile, but Giotto isn’t easy to fool and he knows behind that smile hides the poison that corrodes the innocence away until one day it’s all that’s left.
.pretty
Giotto is breathtaking in the sunlight, golden and radiant, but Cozart can’t help but love the sight of him in the dark, shadows dulling that radiance and allowing his imagination to stir with the images of that golden beauty eclipsed by a blood red moon.
.rain
“Why don’t you stay the night instead of going out in that rain?” questioned Giotto with a yawn, leaning in the doorway as he watched Cozart grab his coat.
.regret
If there was one thing Cozart would always regret, it was his inability to see through his own delusions and realize that Giotto was not the same naive child he had been at fifteen.
.roses*
The day before Cozart received the letter Spade had tampered with, Giotto purposely sent ahead a small bouquet full of white chrysanthemum, cyclamen, and a single rose in full bloom.
.secret
G thinks it’s sort of funny how his not-so-subtle boss and Cozart like to pretend they aren’t making eyes at each other every chance they get.
.snakes
They had run out of dried meat two days ago while out on their camping trip and it was Cozart’s idea of being funny that had him suggesting they roast the snake that had nearly bitten Giotto, much to the blond’s chagrin.
.snow
“It’s snowing,” G pointed out beside Cozart, “aren’t you going to go make sure our directionally challenged friend doesn’t freeze to death?”
.solid
He took one look at the heist plans to steal the renovated bank’s gold and broke out into a large smile, even while he was wondering just how far he could make Giotto go for his beliefs.
.spring
“The cherry blossoms are beautiful this time of year,” Giotto recalls fondly to his friend as they sit, side by side, and watch the sun cast a faint pink hue across their endless Italian sky.
.stable
Most of their friends are under the impression that they have a happy, normal relationship, when in reality, it’s anything but.
.strange
“That’s odd; I could have sworn I reminded Cozart this was a black tie affair - why’s he still wearing that old hat of his?”
.summer
The water was refreshingly cool against his heated skin, a nice bit of relaxation after a month of traveling; he was missing just one thing out here on his own: Giotto, and all the obliviousness that came with him.
.taboo
It was something they never talked about, something left unsaid and hidden, but they both agreed that it was better that way, less bitter than it could have been.
.ugly
Cozart had seen Giotto angry countless times, but he had yet to see the sheer unadulterated fury that overtook Giotto the moment G collapsed to the floor, a knife in his back thanks to someone Giotto had trusted.
.war
The strategy was sub par, but Giotto was distracted, his thoughts on Cozart and the charade that would soon end.
.water
Tired of the never-ending supply of excuses, Giotto shut the man up by tipping his glass of wine over the man’s head and walking off as Cozart snickered somewhere in the background.
.welcome
“You’re here!” Giotto cheered, wrapping his arms tightly around his friend in a hug that said more than I missed you.
.winter
Giotto was good at many things, but Cozart sadly had to inform him he was absolute rubbish at building a snowman.
.wood
“Giotto, what part of ‘bring back kindling wood’ did you interpret as ‘bring back a whole damn tree that’s lit on fire’?”
End Notes:
* In the language of flowers, basically white chrysanthemum means truth, cyclamen means resignation or goodbye, and a single rose in full bloom means I love you or I still love you.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Disclaimer: Not mine; characters belong to Amano.
Pairing: Cozart/Giotto
Rating: T
Warning(s): Sexual allusions, brief mentions of violence
Extra Notes: Delta set written for 1sentence. Brief appearances by G, fan-related theories as to what could have happened to bring about Cozart’s death (all pure speculation), and plenty of crack and fluff to go along with all that, just because. Probably broke about fifty sentence rules, though, heh.
.air
The air was heavy after the storm was over, but beside Giotto, Cozart felt he could breathe free and easy, almost as if it were any other day.
.apples
“Catch!” Giotto laughed, carefree, as he instinctively raised a hand to catch the apple Cozart had thrown.
.beginning
They met by accident, some fluke of fate, but it could have been something more - something that brought their two hearts, so alike, together through a single act of human compassion that took place so long ago.
.bugs
“Cozart,” Giotto began warningly, “if you come within an inch of my body with that centipede, I swear to God I will freeze you where you stand.”
.coffee
He loved the smell of coffee grounds, just not the taste; Giotto was the opposite, practically living off the stuff.
.dark
Giotto coughed up blood into the palm of his hand, eyes pained, before asking one simple question, “Why?”
.despair
“You’re everything I wanted to be, Giotto - but we’re different, you and I,” and those words, sounding so innocent, were what led to the very end that Giotto had always wanted to avoid.
.doors
“Oof!” Giotto rubbed at his sore nose, bemused, before the laughter on the other side of the door alerted him to the fact that someone was there, despite G’s assurance that Cozart had already left.
.drink
Cozart raised his glass to the sky with an unfailing smile, his silent toast to the bright future ahead of them, and Giotto understood everything that wasn’t said.
.duty
Duty, honor, respect, compassion - what did any of it mean if there was no one to share it with?
.earth
He was the earth, sensible and certain, and Giotto was the far, unreachable sky that Cozart could only admire from afar.
.end
“Finished already?” Giotto teased with an impish smile, sprawled among the extravagant covers and not ready to sleep at all.
.fall
The first time he had ignited his dying will flames with his gloves, Giotto blasted himself backwards with the force it excluded, slamming into both of his longtime friends.
.fire
Cozart felt as if he were on fire as Giotto smiled that smile that he liked to believe was just for him.
.flexible
He gave his friend a blank, incomprehensible look as he drawled a tired, “Why on earth would you want to know flexible I am, Giotto?”
.flying
Giotto had always wondered what it would be like to fly, but he didn’t have the courage to try until Cozart agreed to come with him.
.food
“Say ‘ah’,” Giotto instructed in his best trying-to-be-serious voice, a piece of pineapple speared on his fork and aimed at Cozart.
.foot
“Move your feet,” mumbled Cozart sleepily, just before he collapsed onto the couch next to Giotto.
.grave
A hand landed on his shoulder and Giotto remembered he wasn’t alone, even if the one who had understood him the most was now gone.
.green
“Is your hair turning green, Giotto?” Cozart asked innocently, biting at his lip a split second later as his friend threw him a suspicious and knowing glare.
.head
Giotto frowned and tugged at a ridiculously long strand of hair - just whose idea had it been to give Talbot the okay to mess with the Vongola Rings again?
.hollow
There had long since been an emptiness somewhere deep inside of him and it had formed the very day he had left Italy with the promise that they would always be friends.
.honor
“Honor? Pride? Aren’t they the same thing, Cozart? I know what my pride is. Do you?”
.hope
It was faint, but in that instant where Giotto had realized his friend had betrayed him, he had believed whole-heartedly that he was dreaming and that it would all go away as soon as he opened his eyes, never realizing how naïve that hope was until a fraction of a second later.
.light
“Your candle is melting, Giotto; did you fall asleep while working again?” chided Cozart gently, a fond smile directed at his friend since this had been happening more often than not as of late.
.lost
Giotto didn’t want to admit it, but he was ridiculously lost and Cozart was surely going to scold him for showing up late to his own party with G nodding along to every word of it.
.metal
When Giotto heard the rumors of the creation of the Simon Rings, he had been curious and ready to congratulate his friend on his success, but as soon as he had taken one glance at them, he realized they were nothing like the Vongola Rings.
.new
“My Family eagerly wishes to meet you, Giotto,” the letter read, “won’t you come and see me some time?”
.old
It was tradition by now for Giotto to leave his office window open on starlit nights, with no clouds in sight - an old habit that he would never be rid, even after he realized how pointless it was to keep waiting.
.peace
The one thing Giotto would always fight for was peace and he would never kill, and while Cozart respected that, admired it even, he also understood that sometimes violence was the only way to stop violence and that fear could lead to peace much more quickly.
.poison
Cozart has the sweetest smile, but Giotto isn’t easy to fool and he knows behind that smile hides the poison that corrodes the innocence away until one day it’s all that’s left.
.pretty
Giotto is breathtaking in the sunlight, golden and radiant, but Cozart can’t help but love the sight of him in the dark, shadows dulling that radiance and allowing his imagination to stir with the images of that golden beauty eclipsed by a blood red moon.
.rain
“Why don’t you stay the night instead of going out in that rain?” questioned Giotto with a yawn, leaning in the doorway as he watched Cozart grab his coat.
.regret
If there was one thing Cozart would always regret, it was his inability to see through his own delusions and realize that Giotto was not the same naive child he had been at fifteen.
.roses*
The day before Cozart received the letter Spade had tampered with, Giotto purposely sent ahead a small bouquet full of white chrysanthemum, cyclamen, and a single rose in full bloom.
.secret
G thinks it’s sort of funny how his not-so-subtle boss and Cozart like to pretend they aren’t making eyes at each other every chance they get.
.snakes
They had run out of dried meat two days ago while out on their camping trip and it was Cozart’s idea of being funny that had him suggesting they roast the snake that had nearly bitten Giotto, much to the blond’s chagrin.
.snow
“It’s snowing,” G pointed out beside Cozart, “aren’t you going to go make sure our directionally challenged friend doesn’t freeze to death?”
.solid
He took one look at the heist plans to steal the renovated bank’s gold and broke out into a large smile, even while he was wondering just how far he could make Giotto go for his beliefs.
.spring
“The cherry blossoms are beautiful this time of year,” Giotto recalls fondly to his friend as they sit, side by side, and watch the sun cast a faint pink hue across their endless Italian sky.
.stable
Most of their friends are under the impression that they have a happy, normal relationship, when in reality, it’s anything but.
.strange
“That’s odd; I could have sworn I reminded Cozart this was a black tie affair - why’s he still wearing that old hat of his?”
.summer
The water was refreshingly cool against his heated skin, a nice bit of relaxation after a month of traveling; he was missing just one thing out here on his own: Giotto, and all the obliviousness that came with him.
.taboo
It was something they never talked about, something left unsaid and hidden, but they both agreed that it was better that way, less bitter than it could have been.
.ugly
Cozart had seen Giotto angry countless times, but he had yet to see the sheer unadulterated fury that overtook Giotto the moment G collapsed to the floor, a knife in his back thanks to someone Giotto had trusted.
.war
The strategy was sub par, but Giotto was distracted, his thoughts on Cozart and the charade that would soon end.
.water
Tired of the never-ending supply of excuses, Giotto shut the man up by tipping his glass of wine over the man’s head and walking off as Cozart snickered somewhere in the background.
.welcome
“You’re here!” Giotto cheered, wrapping his arms tightly around his friend in a hug that said more than I missed you.
.winter
Giotto was good at many things, but Cozart sadly had to inform him he was absolute rubbish at building a snowman.
.wood
“Giotto, what part of ‘bring back kindling wood’ did you interpret as ‘bring back a whole damn tree that’s lit on fire’?”
End Notes:
* In the language of flowers, basically white chrysanthemum means truth, cyclamen means resignation or goodbye, and a single rose in full bloom means I love you or I still love you.