now that my job's part-time,
i suddenly have so much time on my hands that i don't know what to do with. my solution? writing! so please excuse these daily postings. it must get kind of annoying seeing me on your f-list all the time. xD;;
HI pyrodynamo . I KNOW YOU'RE PROBABLY WORKING AWAY ON EXAMS AND WHATNOT, SO TO MAKE THAT EASIER AND ALL, I WROTE MORE OF MY FUTURE!1859!ANGSTALLDAY! FIC (aka "bombshell beauty" :D). THEY'RE SO OUT OF CHARACTER MY CREYS BUT NO ONE CAN SAY I DIDN'T TRY. oh, and this is the beginning two sections, by the way, and i think i might be scrapping that earlier snippet i wrote. i can't really fit that into the plot anywhere lolol. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:
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ten days ago, someone had died, and they made love for the first time.
hibari kyouya was sifting through never-ending paperwork in his office several hundred feet below ground, when out of nowhere -- a springwell of mournful notes, first festering quietly as if afraid to disturb the earth, and then it erupted forth brazenly. funeral music. he quickly set down his pen, exited the room without looking at his aide kusakabe tetsuya, and proceeded down the hall, anger in his steps. it's the fifth door to his left. kicking the door open with a forceful foot, his gaze softened when he saw who it was.
"i am trying to get work done, and you are disrupting the peace."
gokudera hayato didn't look up from his slightly hunched form at the piano, fingers still clenched over the keys. "mozart's requiem. i haven't played it since...since i turned fifteen..."
"i didn't ask you to name the composer of this ear-splitting cacophony, i asked you to stop --"
"hibari, shut up or fuck me."
the man frowned. "excuse me?"
"you heard me." he finally chanced a glare at hibari, whose body had stiffened ever so slightly -- imperceptible to those who didn't know hibari kyouya, but for someone who had been watching him for the past ten years with a steady eye -- "you can either shut up, or you can fuck me."
hibari must've been bursting with rage at this point, but he made no sign of it, save for a tremor in his voice. "if sawada had not just died, i would've killed you days ago, you insufferable brat."
"yeah? and what's stoppin' ya?" he lit up a cigarette, breathing in slow and deep. "the most feared man in the mafia world showing mercy? that's sure pleasant."
before gokudera could react, hibari had moved in one swift motion from the doorway, one knee easily slamming the grey-haired man against the piano bench, an arm bringing a tonfa tightly against his throat. he then reached down and plucked the cigarette from gokudera's limp hand, crushing it in his palm. "no smoking in here, i thought i told you," he said flatly. "and do not mistake my behavior for mercy. i merely thought it would've been pathetic to watch you lose your life on top of the other two things you foolishly clung to all these years." angry, hot tears were forming on the corners of gokudera's eyes and were speedily dripping into his hair, along his ears.
"three things," gokudera grit out between his teeth. "a family. famiglia."
(later that night gokudera would whisper obscene things in hibari's ears, i love you's and never leave me's, things hibari wished he could scrape from his memory and never encounter again, but for all his prescience, he never predicted how much he would regret it when he decided to let gokudera into his room.)
"no," hibari said. "that is one thing you haven't yet lost."
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chrome had left on saturday. a polite girl as always, she bowed deeply and did not ever dare look hibari in the eye. it was one of those things he could imagine mukuro muttering to her against the scalp of her skull - "do not trust that mangy mutt sawada tsunayoshi keeps by his side, my love. he's a stray with no other purpose than to fight, more bite than bark. he'll kill you if he ever got the opportunity." and for all intents and purposes, he was correct to warn her. deference was an easy way to make hibari forget she was a puppet dancing on sinister strings.
"i'm truly sorry," she was saying. "i would stay, as gokudera-san is, but..." she sucked in a deep breath, something that made hibari think she was trying to stem an incumbent flood of tears. "because i have no boss any longer, i must follow my master."
"i believe you. tell your 'master' it was unnecessary to make an act out of your sincerity." he made a pointed look down the hall. "go. get out of here. and if you knew what was good for you, you would never come back."
"right..." she bent down, picked up her bags, and then smiled at hibari, venturing eye contact. "thank you so much, hibari-san. for...everything. really."
he did not say anything, and watched her leave.
lambo was one of the last to go. he had refused to believe the truth, that anything had changed. that they were sitting in the middle of a war and had barely gotten away by the skin of their teeth. "grow up, kid," hibari told him. "war produces casualties. it comes with the territory."
he'd always been a scaredy-cat -- lazy for the most part, but now more scared than anything. sobs wracked his entire body, and not even kicking his suitcases would entice the boy to move. "i just wish...i just wish we could..."
the defunct lightning guardian of the vongola family still had his own clan, his own kind to go back to -- a luxury even hibari was a bit jealous of. after all, you don't spend ten years around a group of idiot kids and try to convince yourself you haven't grown some fuzzy, warm feelings for them. "go," he says one last time, "and take that chinese girl with you." lambo nodded, face still a grotesque, blubbering contortion, and waited for i-pin at the door.
"and then there's you," hibari said, arms crossed, tone edging on annoyance. "when are you getting out of here? or will i have to physically force you out?"
gokudera, who had been curled up on the couch, listless, said softly, "you can't make me leave. this is my home."
"no, it is not, now that the vongola is done with and sawada specifically instructed for everything to be left in my hands. you may choose to leave with your limbs intact, or, if you'd prefer, i can arrange for your broken body to be left on the side of the road for our enemies to pick up."
"no," he said, sitting up, "you don't understand. as long as i'm here, the vongola is not over. as long as the vongola is not over, this is my home. my boss is still jyuudaime, and since he's not exactly around to give me orders anymore -- look at that! i can do whatever the fuck i want."
"you're delusional, still so attached to the vongola name. like that kid."
his eyes narrowed. "don't you dare compare me to that stupid cow. i'm nothing like him."
turning around, hibari mused on the irony of that statement. "i'll let you stay. just don't get in my way. i hate getting crowded."
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ETA: as you guys might've noticed, i've been tinkering and changing my layout. still not completely satisfied (i am soooo fickle *is shot*) but what do you guys think?
HI pyrodynamo . I KNOW YOU'RE PROBABLY WORKING AWAY ON EXAMS AND WHATNOT, SO TO MAKE THAT EASIER AND ALL, I WROTE MORE OF MY FUTURE!1859!ANGSTALLDAY! FIC (aka "bombshell beauty" :D). THEY'RE SO OUT OF CHARACTER MY CREYS BUT NO ONE CAN SAY I DIDN'T TRY. oh, and this is the beginning two sections, by the way, and i think i might be scrapping that earlier snippet i wrote. i can't really fit that into the plot anywhere lolol. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:
-
ten days ago, someone had died, and they made love for the first time.
hibari kyouya was sifting through never-ending paperwork in his office several hundred feet below ground, when out of nowhere -- a springwell of mournful notes, first festering quietly as if afraid to disturb the earth, and then it erupted forth brazenly. funeral music. he quickly set down his pen, exited the room without looking at his aide kusakabe tetsuya, and proceeded down the hall, anger in his steps. it's the fifth door to his left. kicking the door open with a forceful foot, his gaze softened when he saw who it was.
"i am trying to get work done, and you are disrupting the peace."
gokudera hayato didn't look up from his slightly hunched form at the piano, fingers still clenched over the keys. "mozart's requiem. i haven't played it since...since i turned fifteen..."
"i didn't ask you to name the composer of this ear-splitting cacophony, i asked you to stop --"
"hibari, shut up or fuck me."
the man frowned. "excuse me?"
"you heard me." he finally chanced a glare at hibari, whose body had stiffened ever so slightly -- imperceptible to those who didn't know hibari kyouya, but for someone who had been watching him for the past ten years with a steady eye -- "you can either shut up, or you can fuck me."
hibari must've been bursting with rage at this point, but he made no sign of it, save for a tremor in his voice. "if sawada had not just died, i would've killed you days ago, you insufferable brat."
"yeah? and what's stoppin' ya?" he lit up a cigarette, breathing in slow and deep. "the most feared man in the mafia world showing mercy? that's sure pleasant."
before gokudera could react, hibari had moved in one swift motion from the doorway, one knee easily slamming the grey-haired man against the piano bench, an arm bringing a tonfa tightly against his throat. he then reached down and plucked the cigarette from gokudera's limp hand, crushing it in his palm. "no smoking in here, i thought i told you," he said flatly. "and do not mistake my behavior for mercy. i merely thought it would've been pathetic to watch you lose your life on top of the other two things you foolishly clung to all these years." angry, hot tears were forming on the corners of gokudera's eyes and were speedily dripping into his hair, along his ears.
"three things," gokudera grit out between his teeth. "a family. famiglia."
(later that night gokudera would whisper obscene things in hibari's ears, i love you's and never leave me's, things hibari wished he could scrape from his memory and never encounter again, but for all his prescience, he never predicted how much he would regret it when he decided to let gokudera into his room.)
"no," hibari said. "that is one thing you haven't yet lost."
-
chrome had left on saturday. a polite girl as always, she bowed deeply and did not ever dare look hibari in the eye. it was one of those things he could imagine mukuro muttering to her against the scalp of her skull - "do not trust that mangy mutt sawada tsunayoshi keeps by his side, my love. he's a stray with no other purpose than to fight, more bite than bark. he'll kill you if he ever got the opportunity." and for all intents and purposes, he was correct to warn her. deference was an easy way to make hibari forget she was a puppet dancing on sinister strings.
"i'm truly sorry," she was saying. "i would stay, as gokudera-san is, but..." she sucked in a deep breath, something that made hibari think she was trying to stem an incumbent flood of tears. "because i have no boss any longer, i must follow my master."
"i believe you. tell your 'master' it was unnecessary to make an act out of your sincerity." he made a pointed look down the hall. "go. get out of here. and if you knew what was good for you, you would never come back."
"right..." she bent down, picked up her bags, and then smiled at hibari, venturing eye contact. "thank you so much, hibari-san. for...everything. really."
he did not say anything, and watched her leave.
lambo was one of the last to go. he had refused to believe the truth, that anything had changed. that they were sitting in the middle of a war and had barely gotten away by the skin of their teeth. "grow up, kid," hibari told him. "war produces casualties. it comes with the territory."
he'd always been a scaredy-cat -- lazy for the most part, but now more scared than anything. sobs wracked his entire body, and not even kicking his suitcases would entice the boy to move. "i just wish...i just wish we could..."
the defunct lightning guardian of the vongola family still had his own clan, his own kind to go back to -- a luxury even hibari was a bit jealous of. after all, you don't spend ten years around a group of idiot kids and try to convince yourself you haven't grown some fuzzy, warm feelings for them. "go," he says one last time, "and take that chinese girl with you." lambo nodded, face still a grotesque, blubbering contortion, and waited for i-pin at the door.
"and then there's you," hibari said, arms crossed, tone edging on annoyance. "when are you getting out of here? or will i have to physically force you out?"
gokudera, who had been curled up on the couch, listless, said softly, "you can't make me leave. this is my home."
"no, it is not, now that the vongola is done with and sawada specifically instructed for everything to be left in my hands. you may choose to leave with your limbs intact, or, if you'd prefer, i can arrange for your broken body to be left on the side of the road for our enemies to pick up."
"no," he said, sitting up, "you don't understand. as long as i'm here, the vongola is not over. as long as the vongola is not over, this is my home. my boss is still jyuudaime, and since he's not exactly around to give me orders anymore -- look at that! i can do whatever the fuck i want."
"you're delusional, still so attached to the vongola name. like that kid."
his eyes narrowed. "don't you dare compare me to that stupid cow. i'm nothing like him."
turning around, hibari mused on the irony of that statement. "i'll let you stay. just don't get in my way. i hate getting crowded."
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ETA: as you guys might've noticed, i've been tinkering and changing my layout. still not completely satisfied (i am soooo fickle *is shot*) but what do you guys think?