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Title: Rondo(Part 2/XX)
Rating: PG 13 for cursing
Summary: Hibari can't stand other people, especially idiotic blonde and lanky freaks who know how to fight and get in to his personal space. Dino is surprisingly hard to get rid of, no matter what he tries. But what's this leading to?
A/N: GAY. and fuck I haven't written them in a while. Will be a series of ficlets. AM STILL PROCRASTINATING. XD
Part 1
There is some communication between them throughout the years. But after the battle with the rings, it wasn‘t quite the same. Occasionally Dino would call him up in that obnoxiously loud voice of his and if Hibari didn’t answer, he would leave just as obnoxious and long messages. So Hibari would answer, if only to avoid the messages which he always listened to anyway. “Kyouya! How are you doing? How’s Namimori? Are you in high school yet?” Dino’s voice is loud in his ear, irritating like a fly.
“Don’t call me. Why are you being so loud?” Hibari grounds out, teeth ready to bite whatever fucking thing there was.
“Kyouya! I’m hurt! You know the other day I had this incredible pasta! You should try it! I’ll send you some. Did you like my present?” Dino rambles, he had send Hibari a brand new cell phone to keep in touch with. One of the latest models from Italy complete with a sleek black cover and a tiny keyboard. He had also put his picture as the background which for some reason, Hibari was unable to delete.
“Fine.” Hibari says and hangs up. He had work to do, for some stupid children were defiling Namimori. Again.
And so Dino continued becoming one of the most ridiculous yet able leader in the Cavallone family and Hibari ate the hearts of little children and killed stupid herbivores through the years.
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Sometimes when Dino had a conveniently timed mission to Japan, he would go find Hibari.
It was funny how devoted Hibari was to Namimori, Dino thought as he spotted the other on top of the roof. He ran up the stairs, inexplicably eager to reach the top.
As he opened the door to the roof, he was met with a tonfa to his face, but he managed to dodge just at the right time too used to Hibari’s antics. Sadly, he was met with another limb, a sharp kick to his ribcage. Ouch.
“Why are you here?” Hibari looks down upon him, the sun behind him, casting an aureole around his head. Dino wants to laugh at the comical image it produced, reminding him of one of those murals in the churches in Italy. But he can’t laugh, because that kick hurt, really badly.
“Today is May 5th. I wanted to be here.” He says, trying to ignore the pain at his ribs. He should be used to pain, being in the mafia usually meant bodily harm, but Hibari’s violence always hurt more than anything else. “Who else would you celebrate your birthday with Kyouya?”
“It’s not important. Now go away.” Hibari says ready to strike again. Dino stands up and chokes Hibari in a tight hug. He is pushed off almost, but not quite, immediately and he catches a sniff of that unique scent of Hibari’s. Then he’s rewarded with another kick to his ribs, same spot. Hibari sure knew how to hurt people, but Dino has expected that.
“Come on Kyouya. We have the whole rest of the day. What do you want to do?” He asks cheerfully; Hibari is looking at him with distaste and mistrust evident in his face. “Nothing.” he says and turns to leave, but Dino won’t have it. He grabs Hibari’s shoulder and pulls him forcefully over.
“Alright. Let’s go! I have a whole day planned out! I found this amazing Japanese restaurant the last time I was here and I think you’ll like it. Then we should go to my hotel. I brought you a cake! Do you like sweets Kyouya?” He says very quickly, all the while dragging Hibari down the stairs.
They walk out of the school building. It was a wonderful spring day, the temperature mild and the breeze playing lightly with their hair. Hibari has an exquisite profile in the light, angled but soft. Dino wants to sigh and kiss him, but he’s not sure if he can, so he settles for sneaking discreet glances at the boy next to him.
Hibird swoops down from nowhere, landing on Hibari’s shoulder. He chirps a few times and then turns inquisitively towards Dino, as if to ask “who is he?”.
“Hello.” Dino says, bending his head to look at the bright yellow ball of fluff. It was such an unexpected pet, if one will (though Dino would never say it to Hibari’s face), because Hibari was all teeth and claws and this bird was so adorable and the complete opposite. Hibird chirps back a hello and flutters on to Dino’s proffered hand.
Hibari looks at the sight, slightly in shock that Hibird would take so well to this idiot, but he doesn’t say anything and starts walking again.
“Kyouya! Wait!” Dino yells, and he runs, Hibird clutched in his hands, to catch up. Dino feels melancholy all of a sudden, this was not going the way he had planned. And Hibari seemed to dislike him as much as ever. He swallows and touches Hibari’s arm lightly.
“Here. Your bird wants to come back.” He says, lifting up Hibird, who went onto Hibari’s shoulder. “Kyouya. I-”
Hibari doesn’t say anything, but he’s looking at him expectantly instead of snapping a threat for once.
“I-” Dino stumbles, nothing coming to his mind that he could possibly say to Hibari, I’m in love with you? I want to kiss you? He sighs and looks down at the ground, Hibari raises an eyebrow but otherwise refrains from commenting. Dino makes an odd noise, and suddenly grabs Hibari’s cheeks with his large, elegant hands. Hibird flies away in indignation at his perch being disturbed. Dino ignores it.
He kisses the other deeply and is pleasantly surprised to find Hibari kissing back. It was…absolutely gratifying. He sighs happily into the kiss and Hibari bites his lip, breaking away. His face is a pale pink color, and his eyes are somewhat darker than usual, almost black.
“I. I’m so sorry Kyouya! You’re not old enough! I overstepped my bounds!” Dino says, irrational fears all bubbling to the surface. “Shit. That was probably illegal in just about every country in the world. I won’t do it again.”
Hibari frowns, “Shut up you idiot.” and this time grabs Dino’s face, slightly out of reach for his shorter frame. Then he proceeded to get rid of that stupid notion quite well. Kissing Dino with a possessive and territorial air. It was nice to run his hand through the golden blond strands of hair and to feel the realness of the situation. Dino hums in mutual agreement and Hibari bites him again.
Perhaps there was a way to shut the idiot up.