[KHR Fic] How Ryohei Forgot About Christmas (and Tried to Make it Up) [Hibari/Ryohei]
Title: How Ryohei Forgot About Christmas (and Tried to Make it Up)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hibari x Ryohei
Warnings: Mention of past sex
Word count: 1450
Summary: see title
Notes: for rise_kujikawa for khr_exchange09
How Ryohei Forgot About Christmas (and Tried to Make it Up)
Christmas is a holiday of snow falling from the sky like confetti, warm feasts with happy family, and super extreme gift-giving. It’s also a day that one year finds itself completely escaped from Ryohei’s mind.
“What do you mean Christmas is over?” he fumes in Yamamoto’s right ear upon returning to the Vongola base after a week in the grasslands of Australia, trying to find some kangaroo friends for Kangaryuu. “It can’t be over! I didn’t get a chance to celebrate it!”
Yamamoto laughs. “Ha ha, well… it’s December 27. We thought you were going be back earlier, but you never picked up your phone when we called.”
“That’s not true! I always answer my phone when people call!” To prove it, Ryohei fishes out his phone from his back pocket, flips it open…
… and sees that he has nine missed calls and fourteen new messages.
Damn.
He quickly snaps it shut and stuffs it in his pocket before Yamamoto has a chance to decipher the truth from his facial expressions.
“Well, uh, my phone says that nobody called me,” he lies. It is then he realizes the trouble he’d be in as a consequence of his forgetfulness (again). And trouble’s name is Hibari Kyoya.
“Do you think… uh… Hibari is mad at me?” Ryohei asks Yamamoto.
Yamamoto shrugs. “Who knows? We invited him for the Christmas dinner, but he didn’t join us. Typical of him, huh?”
Ryohei’s hand subconsciously hovers above his right temple where, months earlier, it became the target for a certain steel tonfa as a belated reminder of Hibari’s birthday. His muscles tense at the thought of seeing his lover without a gift. Unfortunately, extreme makeup sex wouldn’t suffice to earn his forgiveness; Ryohei’s tried multiple times.
He shoves his bags in Yamamoto’s arms.
“Hide them for me and don’t tell anyone I’m back,” says Ryohei.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“I have to make up for Christmas!”
Ryohei tears out of the room like a cyclone and slides into his silver porsche. Before starting the engine, he quickly rummages through his pockets to make sure he has his credit cards. During the drive to the department store, he turns into a serial apologizer on the phone as he returns his missed calls from Kyoko, his parents, and most of his fellow Guardians.
While stopped at an intersection, Ryohei notices that the one Guardian whose name is noticeably absent from the list of missed calls leaves instead a couple of text messages:
December 24: People are wondering when you’re going to return.
December 25: Learn to use your phone, herbivore.
December 26: …
It’s not not an “I am wondering when you're going to return,” but “people.” He smiles to himself, understanding the hidden feelings behind the messages. Feelings to which Hibari himself would never admit, but their meaning rings deafeningly loud in the phone sitting on Ryohei’s palm.
It doesn’t take long for the Sun Guardian to fill his arms with presents at the department store. When he realizes he’s unable to hold any more items, he releases Kangaryuu from the box and stuffs its pouch with more things.
Ryohei covers each corner of the department store, plucking at least one thing from each section to pile into his kangaroo hopping quietly behind him. The next-to-last person to shop for on his list is Octopus Head. As Ryohei deposits a fat Sudoku book in Kangaryuu’s pouch, two security guards rush in and grab both his arms, causing the book to fall to the ground.
“Hey! What’s the meaning of this?”
“Sir,” says the guard to his left, “you can’t have animals running around here.”
“You’re scaring the customers,” says the other guard, pointing to the crying children and angry parents behind Ryohei.
“It’s Christmas!” yelled Ryohei, struggling out of their grasp. “I have to get presents to the extreme!”
“Sir, Christmas is over.”
“NOT FOR ME, IT ISN’T!” It requires a lot of a mental strength for Ryohei not to unleash his full powers and to end this quickly.
After nearly one hour of negotiating with the guards, Ryohei leaves the store with perfectly-wrapped presents topped with glistening bows peeking out of his kangaroo’s severely overstuffed pouch.
The last person on the list is a difficult one to shop for since nothing at the department store seems very Hibari-friendly. After a few failed presents (he still doesn’t understand why Hibari won’t wear his handmade scarf that has both of their names joined by a heart), Ryohei has given up on trying to guess what Hibari would like.
He loads his purchases in the trunk, dismisses Kangaryuu to its box, and goes into the car, pressing his head to the cold steering wheel and sighing. Hibari likes tea, that much Ryohei can recall. But knowing him, it’s probably a specific kind of tea.
A-ha!
Ryohei suddenly remembers that he’s started to maintain a gift list for Hibari on his phone. Furiously scouring through his phone (and accidentally calling Kyoko in the process), he finally discovers the list. Then he races to the Vongola’s private airport to get an immediate flight to Italy.
It's been awhile since he’s visited the south side of Sicily, but he figures that it’s far enough from the Vongola’s headquarters that he wouldn’t get into too much trouble. Dusting off the snow from his shoulders, he presses a finger to the doorbell of a large mansion.
A large man with a cigar answers the door and studies Ryohei up and down for a long time.
“Can I help you?” he finally asks in an irritated tone.
“I want to fight all your Cloud men,” declares Ryohei.
The man exhales smoke into Ryohei’s face. “You’re serious? Who are you?”
Ryohei stares back into the man’s dark eyes. “Tell me who you are first.”
“I think I’ve seen you before. That scar… you’re Sasagawa Ryohei from the Vongola, aren’t you?”
“No. My name is… uh… Kasagawa Onihei,”says Ryohei. Then for good measure, “I’m from the Mongolia Family.”
“Liar.” The man’s ring on his large hand fires up a bright green flame. “You just want our territory, don’t you?”
Ryohei narrows his eyes, yellow flames burning brightly around his fists. “I don’t care about territory or whatever. I just want to fight the Cloud people.”
Seven bodies, six rooms, two damaged walls, and less than fifteen minutes later, Ryohei finally collects a Cloud ring from a man upstairs.
“Time to go home,” he says aloud to himself.
Ryohei decides to save his "Santa Kangaryuu" gift-showering for later because, well, first things first. He knocks three times on Hibari’s door, but there is no answer, so he lets himself inside.
“Hibari?”
A steeled voice reaches out from the end of the room. “You’re late.”
“I'm extremely sorry! But I'm back now! I kinda forgot about Christmas since I lost track of time in Australia. Kangaryuu and I had manly adventures there! The kangaroos there wouldn’t play nice so we had to show ‘em who’s boss! In the end, I couldn’t find a friend for Kangaryuu, so maybe we’ll just go to the zoo next time. I think kangaroos there are tamer, right, Hibari? You can come, too! I'm sure you'll find a playmate for Hibird.”
Hibari doesn’t look up from the book in his hands.
Ryohei approaches him (with caution) and wraps his arms around his lover.
“I missed you,” he murmurs into Hibari’s warm, cream-white neck.
Hibari sighs, an upgraded reaction from vehement threats and tonfa jabbing months before. “Herbivore.”
“I went to Italy and got you the best present ever!” Ryohei pulls out a Cloud ring from his pocket.
Ryohei swears seeing Hibari’s eyes flicker with lust at the ring. He certainly hit the jackpot this time.
Hibari, expressionless, takes the ring. “Just one?”
“Well, I… uh… next year, I promise!”
“Word has been going around that the Spina Family was defeated by some Kasagawa Onihei looking for a Cloud ring,” says Hibari.
“Yup, that was me!” Ryohei boasts.
“I know.”
As Ryohei ponders the possibility of Hibari’s statement being a subtle compliment, Hibari goes to dig around for something in his drawer.
“I don’t need it,” he says, dropping a Sun ring onto Ryohei’s hand.
Ryohei’s heart pounds furiously as if wanting to break out of his chest cavity. A wide grin spreads across his face, and he throws himself around Hibari’s waist.
“Hibari!”
“You’re too close.” Hibari replies as he tries to pull himself away from Ryohei’s iron grip.
Ryohei looks up at Hibari’s face and beams. “You know, now that we’ve exchanged rings, it’s like we’re married now, right?”
“No,” says Hibari sulphurously as Ryohei is sent into an all-too-familiar state of unconsciousness by way of an all-too-familiar metal weapon.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hibari x Ryohei
Warnings: Mention of past sex
Word count: 1450
Summary: see title
Notes: for rise_kujikawa for khr_exchange09
How Ryohei Forgot About Christmas (and Tried to Make it Up)
Christmas is a holiday of snow falling from the sky like confetti, warm feasts with happy family, and super extreme gift-giving. It’s also a day that one year finds itself completely escaped from Ryohei’s mind.
“What do you mean Christmas is over?” he fumes in Yamamoto’s right ear upon returning to the Vongola base after a week in the grasslands of Australia, trying to find some kangaroo friends for Kangaryuu. “It can’t be over! I didn’t get a chance to celebrate it!”
Yamamoto laughs. “Ha ha, well… it’s December 27. We thought you were going be back earlier, but you never picked up your phone when we called.”
“That’s not true! I always answer my phone when people call!” To prove it, Ryohei fishes out his phone from his back pocket, flips it open…
… and sees that he has nine missed calls and fourteen new messages.
Damn.
He quickly snaps it shut and stuffs it in his pocket before Yamamoto has a chance to decipher the truth from his facial expressions.
“Well, uh, my phone says that nobody called me,” he lies. It is then he realizes the trouble he’d be in as a consequence of his forgetfulness (again). And trouble’s name is Hibari Kyoya.
“Do you think… uh… Hibari is mad at me?” Ryohei asks Yamamoto.
Yamamoto shrugs. “Who knows? We invited him for the Christmas dinner, but he didn’t join us. Typical of him, huh?”
Ryohei’s hand subconsciously hovers above his right temple where, months earlier, it became the target for a certain steel tonfa as a belated reminder of Hibari’s birthday. His muscles tense at the thought of seeing his lover without a gift. Unfortunately, extreme makeup sex wouldn’t suffice to earn his forgiveness; Ryohei’s tried multiple times.
He shoves his bags in Yamamoto’s arms.
“Hide them for me and don’t tell anyone I’m back,” says Ryohei.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“I have to make up for Christmas!”
Ryohei tears out of the room like a cyclone and slides into his silver porsche. Before starting the engine, he quickly rummages through his pockets to make sure he has his credit cards. During the drive to the department store, he turns into a serial apologizer on the phone as he returns his missed calls from Kyoko, his parents, and most of his fellow Guardians.
While stopped at an intersection, Ryohei notices that the one Guardian whose name is noticeably absent from the list of missed calls leaves instead a couple of text messages:
December 24: People are wondering when you’re going to return.
December 25: Learn to use your phone, herbivore.
December 26: …
It’s not not an “I am wondering when you're going to return,” but “people.” He smiles to himself, understanding the hidden feelings behind the messages. Feelings to which Hibari himself would never admit, but their meaning rings deafeningly loud in the phone sitting on Ryohei’s palm.
It doesn’t take long for the Sun Guardian to fill his arms with presents at the department store. When he realizes he’s unable to hold any more items, he releases Kangaryuu from the box and stuffs its pouch with more things.
Ryohei covers each corner of the department store, plucking at least one thing from each section to pile into his kangaroo hopping quietly behind him. The next-to-last person to shop for on his list is Octopus Head. As Ryohei deposits a fat Sudoku book in Kangaryuu’s pouch, two security guards rush in and grab both his arms, causing the book to fall to the ground.
“Hey! What’s the meaning of this?”
“Sir,” says the guard to his left, “you can’t have animals running around here.”
“You’re scaring the customers,” says the other guard, pointing to the crying children and angry parents behind Ryohei.
“It’s Christmas!” yelled Ryohei, struggling out of their grasp. “I have to get presents to the extreme!”
“Sir, Christmas is over.”
“NOT FOR ME, IT ISN’T!” It requires a lot of a mental strength for Ryohei not to unleash his full powers and to end this quickly.
After nearly one hour of negotiating with the guards, Ryohei leaves the store with perfectly-wrapped presents topped with glistening bows peeking out of his kangaroo’s severely overstuffed pouch.
The last person on the list is a difficult one to shop for since nothing at the department store seems very Hibari-friendly. After a few failed presents (he still doesn’t understand why Hibari won’t wear his handmade scarf that has both of their names joined by a heart), Ryohei has given up on trying to guess what Hibari would like.
He loads his purchases in the trunk, dismisses Kangaryuu to its box, and goes into the car, pressing his head to the cold steering wheel and sighing. Hibari likes tea, that much Ryohei can recall. But knowing him, it’s probably a specific kind of tea.
A-ha!
Ryohei suddenly remembers that he’s started to maintain a gift list for Hibari on his phone. Furiously scouring through his phone (and accidentally calling Kyoko in the process), he finally discovers the list. Then he races to the Vongola’s private airport to get an immediate flight to Italy.
It's been awhile since he’s visited the south side of Sicily, but he figures that it’s far enough from the Vongola’s headquarters that he wouldn’t get into too much trouble. Dusting off the snow from his shoulders, he presses a finger to the doorbell of a large mansion.
A large man with a cigar answers the door and studies Ryohei up and down for a long time.
“Can I help you?” he finally asks in an irritated tone.
“I want to fight all your Cloud men,” declares Ryohei.
The man exhales smoke into Ryohei’s face. “You’re serious? Who are you?”
Ryohei stares back into the man’s dark eyes. “Tell me who you are first.”
“I think I’ve seen you before. That scar… you’re Sasagawa Ryohei from the Vongola, aren’t you?”
“No. My name is… uh… Kasagawa Onihei,”says Ryohei. Then for good measure, “I’m from the Mongolia Family.”
“Liar.” The man’s ring on his large hand fires up a bright green flame. “You just want our territory, don’t you?”
Ryohei narrows his eyes, yellow flames burning brightly around his fists. “I don’t care about territory or whatever. I just want to fight the Cloud people.”
Seven bodies, six rooms, two damaged walls, and less than fifteen minutes later, Ryohei finally collects a Cloud ring from a man upstairs.
“Time to go home,” he says aloud to himself.
Ryohei decides to save his "Santa Kangaryuu" gift-showering for later because, well, first things first. He knocks three times on Hibari’s door, but there is no answer, so he lets himself inside.
“Hibari?”
A steeled voice reaches out from the end of the room. “You’re late.”
“I'm extremely sorry! But I'm back now! I kinda forgot about Christmas since I lost track of time in Australia. Kangaryuu and I had manly adventures there! The kangaroos there wouldn’t play nice so we had to show ‘em who’s boss! In the end, I couldn’t find a friend for Kangaryuu, so maybe we’ll just go to the zoo next time. I think kangaroos there are tamer, right, Hibari? You can come, too! I'm sure you'll find a playmate for Hibird.”
Hibari doesn’t look up from the book in his hands.
Ryohei approaches him (with caution) and wraps his arms around his lover.
“I missed you,” he murmurs into Hibari’s warm, cream-white neck.
Hibari sighs, an upgraded reaction from vehement threats and tonfa jabbing months before. “Herbivore.”
“I went to Italy and got you the best present ever!” Ryohei pulls out a Cloud ring from his pocket.
Ryohei swears seeing Hibari’s eyes flicker with lust at the ring. He certainly hit the jackpot this time.
Hibari, expressionless, takes the ring. “Just one?”
“Well, I… uh… next year, I promise!”
“Word has been going around that the Spina Family was defeated by some Kasagawa Onihei looking for a Cloud ring,” says Hibari.
“Yup, that was me!” Ryohei boasts.
“I know.”
As Ryohei ponders the possibility of Hibari’s statement being a subtle compliment, Hibari goes to dig around for something in his drawer.
“I don’t need it,” he says, dropping a Sun ring onto Ryohei’s hand.
Ryohei’s heart pounds furiously as if wanting to break out of his chest cavity. A wide grin spreads across his face, and he throws himself around Hibari’s waist.
“Hibari!”
“You’re too close.” Hibari replies as he tries to pull himself away from Ryohei’s iron grip.
Ryohei looks up at Hibari’s face and beams. “You know, now that we’ve exchanged rings, it’s like we’re married now, right?”
“No,” says Hibari sulphurously as Ryohei is sent into an all-too-familiar state of unconsciousness by way of an all-too-familiar metal weapon.