52 - [Katekyo Hitman Reborn] "they were the burden of some other."
i hate not being able to write for shit.
Rating: Gen
Characters: Xanxus, Mukuro
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Summary: It was around summertime when he found how Xanxus makes an excellent opponent for chess.
Notes: drabble. I've been wanting to write something on these two for a while, now.
It was around summertime when he found how Xanxus makes an excellent opponent for chess. Xanxus is calm, or as calm as he can appear to be while his scars burn under the sun and brand his skin like some terrible piece of clothing he'd inherited from dead kings. And Mukuro certainly knows a thing or two about dead kings because he's been one in one of his sojourns to the underworld and the world. That, or he just makes a good actor for everything that he does.
Xanxus moves across black and white tiles with an impressive stoicism as his knight swallows one of his pawns. Mukuro smiles languidly as he watches fingers close around the neck of the pawn and snap it in half on the side. They've been making a graveyard for a while now. Xanxus watches the splinters embed themselves on the pads of his fingers and he smiles. "It's not any different from grinding bones."
Mukuro moves. Today he is a white bishop and the epitome of clean. "You have an impressive record on beating death, Xanxus. I'm sure if you keep resurrecting yourself, you'll be able to catch up to my fame."
Xanxus folds his fingers and rests his chin over them, and his eyes bore into Mukuro's. He is silent for a while. Finally, he says, "you of all people should know how every time we die, it is always too late or never soon enough." Mukuro's name leaves an awkward brand of familiarity; and he recognizes this as splinters from wooden pawns jab the skin underneath his fingernails while he crushed them.
Rating: Gen
Characters: One-sided Bianchi⇒Xanxus.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Summary: Be careful of giving meaning to gestures.
Notes: drabble.
This is how she defines mercy:
Bianchi closes her eyes. It is foolish, she knows, but this is something that she has already done too many times with someone else who knows that what she wants will never be reciprocated quite in the way she would like it to be. And he is no different. She presses her body against his and he is harsh and cruel and cold, and Bianchi shivers. He does not wrap his hands around her waist. Neither does he lean down to smell the perfume lingering around her neck. For that, she is glad, because the tiniest gestures might break the spell. Her hands slip into his hands and fill the spaces in between his fingers. He does not return the gesture in kind. Slightly, she tiptoes, and presses her lips against his lips. He closes his eyes. He does not say anything. It is not his first kiss with her, and neither is it her first with him. He will not yield.
When she finishes her cheeks are red, her chin is set high and firm. She smooths her skirt down her legs, she fixes her hair as it drapes in longing around her neck. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and slips his hands back into his pocket and says nothing. They then walk back into the ball in silence, and all is as perfect as it was before she disappeared and asked for definition. And received one in return.
Rating: PG13
Characters: Nagi, Mukuro
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Summary: Anatomy of a girl.
Notes: drabble.
Nagi should've died, a long time ago, and she knows this because she felt the car crush her ribs as it went over her in a panic; she knows this because when she heard the bones snap, something else gave way, too, and she's never sure whether it was the strength of her heart that saved her or something else. She lies down etherized upon her bed. She is shivering in the cold because the blankets are too thin. She's trying not to look at the window because it's raining outside and she wants to know if the cat was alright.
In the meantime, Mukuro hovers over her and beautifully arranging her organs at the side of her bed. They are surprisingly warm and glistening wetly as Nagi runs her hand around them, fascinated. "I've never been good in the sciences," he said thoughtfully, "because they've never been too kind to me, but I suppose you need both intestines to live? What about your uterus, do you want that too? Or should I hold on to it for the future?"
Rating: Gen
Characters: Xanxus, Mukuro
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Summary: It was around summertime when he found how Xanxus makes an excellent opponent for chess.
Notes: drabble. I've been wanting to write something on these two for a while, now.
It was around summertime when he found how Xanxus makes an excellent opponent for chess. Xanxus is calm, or as calm as he can appear to be while his scars burn under the sun and brand his skin like some terrible piece of clothing he'd inherited from dead kings. And Mukuro certainly knows a thing or two about dead kings because he's been one in one of his sojourns to the underworld and the world. That, or he just makes a good actor for everything that he does.
Xanxus moves across black and white tiles with an impressive stoicism as his knight swallows one of his pawns. Mukuro smiles languidly as he watches fingers close around the neck of the pawn and snap it in half on the side. They've been making a graveyard for a while now. Xanxus watches the splinters embed themselves on the pads of his fingers and he smiles. "It's not any different from grinding bones."
Mukuro moves. Today he is a white bishop and the epitome of clean. "You have an impressive record on beating death, Xanxus. I'm sure if you keep resurrecting yourself, you'll be able to catch up to my fame."
Xanxus folds his fingers and rests his chin over them, and his eyes bore into Mukuro's. He is silent for a while. Finally, he says, "you of all people should know how every time we die, it is always too late or never soon enough." Mukuro's name leaves an awkward brand of familiarity; and he recognizes this as splinters from wooden pawns jab the skin underneath his fingernails while he crushed them.
Rating: Gen
Characters: One-sided Bianchi⇒Xanxus.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Summary: Be careful of giving meaning to gestures.
Notes: drabble.
This is how she defines mercy:
Bianchi closes her eyes. It is foolish, she knows, but this is something that she has already done too many times with someone else who knows that what she wants will never be reciprocated quite in the way she would like it to be. And he is no different. She presses her body against his and he is harsh and cruel and cold, and Bianchi shivers. He does not wrap his hands around her waist. Neither does he lean down to smell the perfume lingering around her neck. For that, she is glad, because the tiniest gestures might break the spell. Her hands slip into his hands and fill the spaces in between his fingers. He does not return the gesture in kind. Slightly, she tiptoes, and presses her lips against his lips. He closes his eyes. He does not say anything. It is not his first kiss with her, and neither is it her first with him. He will not yield.
When she finishes her cheeks are red, her chin is set high and firm. She smooths her skirt down her legs, she fixes her hair as it drapes in longing around her neck. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and slips his hands back into his pocket and says nothing. They then walk back into the ball in silence, and all is as perfect as it was before she disappeared and asked for definition. And received one in return.
Rating: PG13
Characters: Nagi, Mukuro
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Summary: Anatomy of a girl.
Notes: drabble.
Nagi should've died, a long time ago, and she knows this because she felt the car crush her ribs as it went over her in a panic; she knows this because when she heard the bones snap, something else gave way, too, and she's never sure whether it was the strength of her heart that saved her or something else. She lies down etherized upon her bed. She is shivering in the cold because the blankets are too thin. She's trying not to look at the window because it's raining outside and she wants to know if the cat was alright.
In the meantime, Mukuro hovers over her and beautifully arranging her organs at the side of her bed. They are surprisingly warm and glistening wetly as Nagi runs her hand around them, fascinated. "I've never been good in the sciences," he said thoughtfully, "because they've never been too kind to me, but I suppose you need both intestines to live? What about your uterus, do you want that too? Or should I hold on to it for the future?"