Reborn! Anon Kink Meme!
The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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Notes: Attempted to write this with as little OOC-ness as possible…failed miserably ^^;
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Slender fingers carefully added the final touch, a red ribbon bow; to an ensemble which had been in the making for several months now.
At first, Chrome tried sewing the outfit herself. She had become quite confident with the sewing lessons Haru-san had given her. Yet, when the vest sleeves became lopsided- one hole being slightly larger than the other- and the skirt too short to meet ‘dress code’, Chrome was near tears with frustration. When she brought the ruined outfit to Haru-san’s home, holding it out to the other girl like a wounded animal that needed to either be healed quickly or put down to spare it more agony; the brunette was speechless for a moment.
“This is bad. Looks like I’ll have to start over.” Haru observed. Chrome bit her bottom lip, head bowed in dejection. So much for having it ready in time and now she was a burden to Haru-san too.
“I’m sorry…” the violet haired girl mumbled. Haru beamed, “It’s okay! I’ll have it done in a week.”
Chrome raised her head, “N-no! I couldn’t ask you to…you have school and…”
The other girl waved Chrome’s protests off, “It’s not a problem. After all, what are friends for?”
As she left the Miura household, ready to board the next bus back to the broken amusement park/health center (her purse a bit lighter since Chrome insisted that Haru-san take some money to pay for the additional fabric needed to make a new uniform), Chrome tried to come to grips with what the other girl said.
‘Friends’ Chrome thought, a slight blush rising to her cheeks. She really wanted to be friendlier than before. Chrome was so afraid people would turn her away because of whom she was and who she associated with. I Pin, Kyoko, and Haru welcomed her with open arms though, during their brief time in the Namimori of the future.
So much kindness they had shown to her, Chrome wasn’t even sure where to begin paying it back.
And as for…getting to know Bossu and the other Guardians, well she was at a loss. That is until Mukuro-sama came up with an ingenious idea as to how to please the most surly and difficult member of the mafia family.
Not even a full twenty-four hours after Haru-san finished the outfit, Chrome pictured herself in it for Mukuro-sama to see when they met that evening on the dreamscape.
The blue-haired man blinked at first. Maybe he didn’t think she’d go through with the off-handed suggestion of reaching the hardest target first. Then, a slow smile curled along his lips. “It looks rather fetching on you. He’ll be very pleased to see you tomorrow, Nagi.”
Chrome ducked her head, a little embarrassed at feeling flattered yet unable to stop blushing either “D-do you really think so, Mukuro-sama?” she asked, honestly curious. She had been under the impression Hibari-san was difficult to appease and he greatly disliked people. He especially didn’t like Mukuro-sama and since they sometimes shared the same body, Chrome often wondered if that meant the Cloud Guardian hated her too.
Mukuro-sama leaned back against a tree conjured for just that particular reason, arms folded casually behind his head, “I know so. Hibari-kun pretends to be all teeth, but even a violent bastard like him has a soft underbelly, something that gets at him. Plus, he’s a young male, I’m sure he’ll find you quite attractive.” With that Mukuro-sama smirked before saying something which greatly confused Chrome, “I wonder, how he’d react if Hibari-kun knew it was my idea from the start.”
“I thought you didn’t want him to know…” she muttered. Mukuro shrugged, “I don’t. This won’t work unless you make it clear to him that this was all your idea, my dear.” To make it clearer, Mukuro warned Chrome one last time before she had to leave the dream and sleep. “Whatever you do, don’t mention my name to him. Things might get needlessly ugly.”
Chrome nodded. She could understand why it’d be prudent to avoid angering Hibari-san. After all, she didn’t want to mess up her first visit to Namimori Middle.
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Chrome kind of wanted to. She wanted to be closer to the people who had made her life a little more bearable, yet she couldn’t leave Ken or Chikusa either since they were a group as well. So in the end, the girl shook her head, “No. I’m…here to see someone actually. I thought I wouldn’t be allowed on campus…” Chrome stared at her brown loafers. “If I wasn’t wearing a uniform…”
Kyoko giggled, “That’s silly. You’re always welcomed to visit me and everyone else.” Apparently, Kyoko-chan was unaware as to who really ran the school.
As it stood now, the Chairman of the Disciplinary Committee happened to see the exchange below at the school gates from a window. His first reaction was a mild case of shock, then a quick recovery which molded surprise into silent fury.
He didn’t know the girl’s name, not it mattered; only her connection with ‘that man’. And she was stepping onto the grounds of his school. His domain. It might as well have been a declaration from the man himself, in Hibari’s opinion.
First order of business was to figure out her purpose. If the aim was to start trouble, Hibari knew he could drive the girl off campus since the girl herself wasn’t as strong as the man controlling her. With that in mind, Hibari wasted no time ordering a few of his committee members to tail the intruder and deliver a message to her.
Chrome was a bit overwhelmed when she arrived with Kyoko-chan to the classroom. Apparently, Kyoko-chan was very popular with everyone so when people saw her walking with a ‘visitor’ Chrome found herself surrounded as well. Boss, Rain, and Storm were already seated when they arrived.
“What the…” Storm muttered. Tsuna was up out of his desk and approached her and Kyoko. “Chrome? What are you doing here?”
Kyoko quickly answered for her, “Chrome-chan said there was someone she has to meet here today.”
Tsuna blinked about to ask if she was looking for him, because rarely did Chrome contact anyone. Normally she came and went her own way and showed up when all the Guardians were needed for something or if there was trouble brewing.
“No. I didn’t come here to see Boss today” Chrome said before Tsuna could spit out his question.
“Oh. That’s good…we finally seem to be getting a break and…”
The door to the classroom slid open all the way, three tall boys with their hair styled into pompadours standing and blocking the exit.
“You” one pointed directly to Chrome, the girl blinked bemusedly in response.
“The Chairman wants to see you. Report to the Reception Room.” Was it her imagination or had the room suddenly gotten colder? Chrome could hear people whispering and saw a few shooting glances at her. Was Hibari-san’s reputation really that awful?
But, it couldn’t be helped. He was the person she had come to see today, so Chrome thought this was actually a good thing. About to leave with the three boys, Chrome found herself being held back by a hand on her wrist.
“You don’t have to go, Chrome. He…”
The girl offered a weak smile to Boss, “It’s alright. I came all this way so Hibari-san could see me.”
Tsuna wasn’t so sure about that. “At least let me go with you.”
The walk down the hallway to the Reception Room was quiet and tense. Chrome was starting to feel anxious just by the way Boss looked nervous. At last, the procession stopped at the sliding door into the office.
Chrome’s hand quaked as she gripped the handle. She really hoped this wasn’t a mistake on her and Mukuro-sama’s part. What if he didn’t like her being there? What if Hibari-san was angry? Would she be able to fight him off or escape, if it came down to that?
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The room looked very normal, and nothing like the torture chamber Mukuro-sama implied it was; with a small sofa, two chairs, and a wooden desk.
Standing to the side, looking out one of the windows was Hibari-san. He looked the same as in the Namimori of the Future. White shirt, black jacket with a red arm band pinned to one of the sleeves hanging off his shoulders, and dark slacks.
“Don’t stand there in the doorway’ he said briskly, still not looking at those crowded around the door. Hesitantly, Chrome took small steps inside, feeling a little like she was entering a monster’s den than a simple office.
The door swiftly closed behind her. Chrome blinked one eye as she heard Boss protesting to the other boys, but his voice became distant while footfalls faded away as well.
“Sit.” Yet another command from Hibari-san, Chrome was starting to wonder if he could have a normal conversation. Then again, the same could be said of her since she’d rather hide away from people than interact. It was only through a constant struggle and effort on her part the girl had come this far.
Smoothing the pleated gray skirt, Chrome sat down in one of the chairs, leaving the sofa across from her available, in case Hibari-san wanted to sit too.
At last, Hibari turned to face the intruder. From a distance the uniform strongly resembled Namimori’s; now that he was close enough to observe her, Hibari concluded that it was the genuine article.
This caused his hackles to rise, seeing red for a moment. What was ‘his’ game? Bringing his puppet her and dressing the girl up as a student. It was obviously a trick, a way to get inside his head and mess with it.
Hibari refused to be budged though. “Why are you here?” he asked, upfront and without pretense. The girl blinked stupidly then tried to sink into the chair like some cornered prey. Rabbit. She reminded him of a rabbit, what with her wide eye and timid nature.
Hibari’s gaze wandered to the girl’s hair, only to find the pineapple-leaf ‘tuff’ was absent. Instead, the violet colored length rested calmly on her shoulders. Her eye patch was present, but instead of decorated with a garish silver skull, a simple black piece of fabric. Since he was already staring, Hibari saw no harm in looking at the uniform in question.
The neck ribbon was a perfect little knot of red satin. Collar upright and without so much as a hint of wrinkles or creases. A bit of smooth pale skin before collar met the scoop of a navy knitted vest. Then down to the gray skirt. It was the proper length, unlike the horrible green ‘thing’ he had seen her in other times. A very short skirt made borderline indecent since the top was also cropped several inches to show her mid drift.
However this…suited her better, Hibari decided, only to remember himself. Why he had called her there. And who she was…or rather who was controlling her. Hibari had no doubts in his mind that the only reason she was at Namimori and dressed in the girl uniform was because of ‘that man’. The one he wanted to meet again and personally see to burying.
“I’m waiting for an answer and I don’t like it when people waste my time” he strictly reminded the intruder.
Chrome shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “I…I’m here because I wanted to show Hibari-san something.”
A slender black eyebrow rose, “If it’s one of your illusions, you can forget it.”
“Ah, no! I’m sorry. I won’t waste anymore of your time.” After saying so, Chrome stood up quick, fussing with smoothing her skirt down for a moment.
“This…is what I wanted to come and show you” she muttered, eye downcast.
Again, Hibari found himself openly observing her in uniform and how the girl wore it so well. The same outfit he had seen on dozens of girls before her, looked different somehow. Perhaps some flaw or alteration she had done to it. Taking a few steps closer, Hibari tried to pick out some design flaw, some skewed measurement. Yet, upon closer inspection, they were barely an arm length apart now; Hibari couldn’t find anything obvious.
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Barely- there chest, yet if one looked closer might spy a subtle curve before her ‘chest’ was lost in the midst of knitted fibers. Slender legs covered modestly by the skirt, yet still smooth, pale, and a bit too long for such a small body. All in all…not an unpleasant sight to behold.
“H-Hibari-san?” Chrome questioned. She was starting to feel anxious and a little embarrassed with how he was staring at her. It almost looked like he wanted to eat her.
Mukuro-sama took this time to make himself known to the girl’s conscious thoughts. ‘And I’m sure he’d find you quite delicious, my sweet Chrome. Just a little push to spring the trap…’
She frowned, trying to figure out what he meant by ‘trap’.
“Get out. I want you off this campus in five minutes. If you delay…” Hibari let the threat hang in the air. He didn’t need to finish it anyway to strike terror into the girl; his steel-gray stare was enough.
Chrome beat a hasty retreat out of the Reception Room and left Namimori Middle without going back to tell Kyoko and Boss she was leaving. Chrome stopped running when she reached the gates. Despite telling herself to keep going and not look back, Chrome couldn’t resist a curious backwards glance. Her eye fell right on the window occupied by Hibari-san. Feeling a little chilled, Chrome started running again and this time didn’t stop until she reached the bus station that would take her back to Kokuyo Land.
Once she was safely back, Chrome closed her eyes and arrived at the same flower meadow she and Mukuro-sama called ‘theirs’.
“He didn’t like it. I think I really angered him just by being there.” Chrome complained to her master, feeling like a complete failure. Mukuro chuckled in response, “I highly doubt that Chrome. Hibari-kun is just a bit slow on the intake. Trust me, he’ll come around eventually and thank you for the gesture.”
Normally, Chrome didn’t doubt anything Mukuro said. To her, his words were the absolute truth and his predictions always came true. Yet, she was starting to have doubts. Hibari-san did not look pleased to see her and all and Chrome didn’t think a couple of days would change anything.
While Chrome spent her evening commiserating with Mukuro-sama, Hibari was having some trouble of his own.
Until today, Hibari could not recall ever entertaining sexual or amorous feelings towards anyone whether while unconscious or awake. Something changed that evening though. The Chairman often found his mind straying. Homework. Reading. Dinner. Bathing… all of these activities that made up his nightly ritual were interrupted with flashes of memory from that morning.
Hibird even seemed to be aware when his master’s thoughts were straying since the little bird would chirp or lightly nip at Hibari’s house yukata. Finally, settled in for bed and closing the book laid out in front of him; Hibari gently coaxed the fluffed up and sleepy bird from his shoulder to his perch on the windowsill.
He was accustomed to lying awake for several minutes before drifting off to sleep, yet something is different about tonight because when Hibari closes his eyes he pictures the girl. Exactly as she stood in the Reception Room, looking nervous and blushing a little as he picked apart the uniform with his stares. Sleep comes and claims him, but the image doesn’t go away, as if it had burned itself on Hibari’s memory.
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Nor did it take into consideration the girl attended a different school and there was no way he’d let her touch him. Not since she belonged to ‘that illusionist’. Yet, their hands brushed while exchanging papers.
She took a seat next to the window, papers laid out on a small table and pen in hand. Hibari glanced from his own work to her at times, since she was so absorbed in papers he could get away with tracing a line up her legs to the skirt or trying to see if the girl actually had breasts or if it was just the way the knitted vest looked on such a slender body.
After lunch time, Hibari was sitting on the sofa, about to doze off until he felt the cushion next to him dip a little. Opening both eyes, he glanced to the direction of the intrusion.
‘I don’t like it when people interrupt my naps.’
‘I know’ she replies quietly. The girl moves to get up, yet Hibari of the dream grabs her wrist, tugging the intruder back down. His teeth sought out and found the little bow around her collar. A ribbon to a present…
He nibbled a little at the knot, but left it in tact. Cheek pressed against her chest proves that yes, there are breasts underneath just small and nearly swallowed by clothing. His fingers at last touch the calves and thighs he had been looking at. The girl shivered and muttered ‘senpai’ but didn’t stop him from exploring the different feeling between pleated fabric of a skirt and smooth feminine legs.
She reached up to undo the collar and ribbon, but Hibari raised a hand to stop her. No. She was not to mess with the outfit. Instead, he found a way to tug her shirt collar open enough- without unbuttoning or untying the ribbon. The girl is now on his lap, shivering and making soft noises as Hibari’s mouth latched onto a pale neck.
Her hips rock forward gently with each bite, rubbing up against him and while it’s shameless behavior unbecoming of a Namimori student, Hibari doesn’t move to stop her. It feels too good to make her stop. Fingertips delve under blouse and vest, scratching soft skin with nails before grabbing a right breast. Or maybe calling it a ‘breast’ was too generous since Hibari’s hand nearly covered the whole thing. It felt softer than the rest of her lean body though, tender and very sensitive if the higher pitch of her voice was any indication.
The dream ended with a subtle lift of her skirt, no underwear. In his dream, Hibari scowled. Lacking the proper under garments was a clear violation of code, yet he didn’t mind too much when she guided his hand underneath...
…Hibird good morning chirps and warming up to the school anthem dragged him out of the dream. Hibari felt feverish and refused to think about the dream or how his body reacted to it. The bed was stripped of its sheets to be cleaned while he was away at school, same for his boxers and yukata.
The wet dream had put him in a foul mood for the whole day. He didn’t want to think about that girl in such a way. Or anyone for that matter. Sexual attraction meant attachment, something Hibari would rather live without. Yet, in moments where his thoughts wandered or when he was asleep, Hibari found himself in the exact predicament every time.
She was on his mind, whether he liked it or not; and the image of her wearing the Namimori uniform- whether innocent recollection or fever dreams- would not leave the Chairman alone.
After weeks of sleeplessness and terrorizing the students who attended Namimori Middle, Hibari finally broke down to one simple resolve. In order to ‘fix’ what was wrong; he’d have to go to the source. After all, he wasn’t the one at fault. It was the girl. She started all of this by provoking him, by coming to his school and wearing the middle school uniform. These conclusions lead him to an abandoned amusement park one Sunday afternoon.
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Boots clanked against the short staircase down. Chrome blinked as lights and shadow mingled, then her eye adjusted to the dimness of the bottom floor. Walking to the main room, Chrome saw the shadow of a figure sitting on the sofa.
“M-Mukuro-sama?” she questioned aloud, breath caught in her throat for a moment. Only to realize that no…it wasn’t Mukuro-sama. Ken and Chikusa would have been ecstatic if that were the case. Instead, a quick peek inside showed that they were ready to fight.
Chrome stepped close enough to the doorway to get a better look at the person occupying the sofa. She stopped breathing for a moment. Not Mukuro-sama…Hibari-san.
“Get the hell out of here!” Ken yelled before popping a set of different teeth in. Chrome watched as the blond haired boy transformed into something that resembled half human half lion. Hibari rose up from the sofa, but only to raise a tonfa and beat back the beast-teenager, even managing to jam one of the metal ends in between the boy’s spare teeth before kicking Ken back into a wall.
The Vongola Cloud moved to beat the first attacker unconscious, but his attention was brought back to the other one when Chikusa sent needles flying at him. Chrome knew she had to do something too, but when Hibari’s tonfa became wrapped in Chikusa’s yo-yo string, the Guardian jerked the other boy around before flinging him into Ken, knocking both boys back into the wall.
Chrome felt fear creep into her stomach as she saw the two boys slump forward, unconscious. She was left alone now, armed with just illusions, a trident, and a very angry Hibari-san.
Yet, Chrome felt like she had to do something when he walked over to Ken and Chikusa. They were already down and she didn’t want to see them hurt anymore, so the girl ran forward and placed herself between Hibari, the trident extended with the prongs facing him.
Her hands were shaking, but Chrome wouldn’t be moved. “S-stop, they’re already knocked out, don’t hurt them anymore. …why are you here anyway?”
Were they both people who appreciated irony and sarcasm, this would be the point Hibari would remind Chrome of how she rudely entered his domain without so much as an invitation, so he was returning the favor.
However, Hibari hadn’t a funny bone in his body and Chrome probably would have missed something so subtle. Instead, Hibari got right down to why he arrived at this rundown health center.
“The Namimori uniform, I want you to show it to me again.” He demanded. Chrome blinked, lowering her trident, feeling a bit dumbstruck. “I uh…” she glanced to Chikusa and Ken. She should get revenge on their behalf, but the girl wasn’t stupid either. Chrome was well aware that she was just this side of winding up like them- unconscious and lying on the ground.
Mukuro-sama was strangely silent when she asked him what to do. Not even a chuckle, so Chrome suspected that even her master had anticipated Hibari-san to make a house call.
“I…if I do that, will you go away?” she asked, honestly it was Chrome’s only option since fighting him wouldn’t lead to anything good.
“Perhaps” Hibari replied. Chrome swallowed thickly, but as a sign of trust put the trident down then turned to leave the room and go back upstairs to her room.
“W-wait here, I’ll change and come back” Chrome said, trying her hand at issuing orders. It didn’t quite work out like she planned though because Hibari followed rather than staying behind. Chrome started taking the steps two. Then, she leapt up a few to try to lose him. It was no use though because Hibari-san caught the door before Chrome could close it.
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“No!” Chrome exclaimed, “This is my room though…my place…you can’t just walk in…” Despite her protests, Hibari did enter. He looked around the ‘room’ which consisted of an old and bare futon mattress, clothes hanging up on a curtain rod and an overturned splintered desk.
“As I recall, you walked into my ‘room’, my ‘place’ last time.” Hibari observed dryly.
‘Not really. You forced me to go into the Reception Room. And you don’t sleep at school…or at least not that I’m aware of.’ Chrome thought. She picked the hanger holding the uniform he wanted to see. Chrome extended it out to Hibari, but he didn’t take it, instead he simply looked at her as if she was stupid.
“That won’t cut it. You have to wear it” he stated bluntly.
Chrome’s cheeks flushed red, “Then…you’ll have to leave.” One look from him told Chrome he was getting tired of being ordered around and wasn’t about to exit the room.
“T-then at least turn around!” she exclaimed, face burning now from having Hibari look at her and then to the uniform.
Stiffly, he turned around, facing the doorway. Chrome could tell from how tense the atmosphere was that he was starting to get impatient so she tried to change quickly.
‘You could duck behind the desk…Ah but that would mean denying little Hibari-kun the view he came all this way to see’ Mukuro mused.
‘W-w-what?’ Chrome questioned. ‘He’s already looking over here. Better hurry or he’ll pin you down and dress you himself, Chrome’ the criminal cautioned.
Chrome didn’t think the heat from blushing could spread from cheeks to settle inside her stomach, but that’s what she felt like now. She felt terrified yet at the same time excited by what was being implied.
Wanting to forget the feeling, Chrome’s hands flew across brass buttons to her green uniform top and pulled it over her head. The girl sucked in a big gulp of air, body shivering a little since it felt cold in the early morning air. She was more reluctant with the removal of her skirt. Restlessly shifting her weight from one foot to the other, then a peek over her shoulder to prove she wasn’t being peeked on.
When she saw Hibari was still facing the door, Chrome breathed a sigh of relief and dropped her skirt. The girl then pulled the vest and blouse off the hanger and onto her body, followed quickly by the gray skirt.
“Ribbon. Where did the ribbon disappear to?” Chrome muttered, getting down on her hands and knees to find the ribbon tie only to jerk as a hand reached over and dangled the ribbon in front of her left eye.
She reached for the ribbon, only to have Hibari snatch it up in his hand again. Slowly, the girl sat up, restlessly smoothing her skirt while eying the piece of red satin Hibari was holding onto.
Fabric taunt between his hands, Chrome swallowed and wondered if he was measuring it to see the ribbon would fit as a gag. This pondering caused Mukuro to chuckle and chide Chrome for having such ‘naughty’ thoughts.
No. She didn’t think about Hibari-san tying up or gagging her in a sexual manner. More like a ‘you annoy me, go die’ manner. ‘Hmm, you’d be surprised’ Mukuro implied. Chrome flinched and backed up a few steps when the Chairman took a step towards her.
“Stay still” A direct order, one delivered in a low and terse tone that Chrome felt she had to obey or face the consequences. Standing stiffly, hands by her side and trying not to breathe, Chrome flinched and closed her left eye when he was close. Very close. She tried to pull away when Hibari’s fingers reached underneath her shirt collar flaps; but he simply put the free hand on Chrome’s shoulder to keep the girl locked in place.
Chrome forced herself to stay still as fingers lifted the corners of her shirt collar and slid the ribbon just under her neck. Curiosity getting the better of her, a violet colored eye opened to stare down as male fingers tied a bow.
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‘Not all hungers can be filled by food.’ Mukuro said cryptically. Before Chrome could ask what he meant by that, the other male in the room abruptly grabbed her right hand and all but jerked the girl off her feet.
They walked a short distance to the over turned desk. Hibari abruptly released her hand, pushed the desk to the wall then grabbed a corner to turn it upright.
‘What…is he doing?’ she asked Mukuro. Chrome wasn’t given time to wait for an answer, because another strong tug brought the girl to stand in front of the desk.
Pinned with a look, Chrome tried to sit on the desk though a bit wary since it seemed to be leaning on one leg a bit too much. The other Mist guardian tried to smooth her skirt down and maintain modesty, but found it a touch difficult since she was sitting so high up her feet dangled a few inches off the floor.
Once settled, Chrome wondered what would happen next. Hibari-san said he wanted to see her in the uniform then he’d go away. But, just how long could one person stare at another?
However when Hibari stepped closer to her, Chrome started to wish he had simply stood back and looked. Now, his hands were gripping the front of the desk, positioned on either side of her skirt and legs. Close enough to touch only without actually making contact.
“Don’t move or say anything.” Hibari commanded, the look in his eyes spelling out to Chrome that she’d better do as he says.
Sitting upright and stiff, Chrome tried not to whimper as a right hand moved back to the ribbon. He flicked the bow then tugged gently at the ends like it was some sort of toy that fascinated him.
Then the boy who hated it when people crowded around him bridged the distance between them and invaded Chrome’s personal space, causing her to squirm and wiggle away.
“I said don’t move” he repeated. Chrome bit her bottom lip, but complied. She stayed relatively calm as Hibari touched the knitted navy vest, even rested an open palm on the pleats of her skirt. However, Chrome ceased to be compliant when teeth got involved.
She gulped abruptly as warm air brushed along her neck. “W-what…are you doing?” the girl asked only to yelp in surprise and a touch of pain as Hibari’s fingers reached up and roughly pulled down her pineapple-top hairstyle.
‘Has that been bothering him this whole time?’ the girl couldn’t help but wonder yet found a quick diversion in the form of the boy nibbling at the gap in her collar, nipping sensitive flesh.
It hurt, but also felt…good. Chrome really wasn’t sure why her body was sending her mixed signals. The pinch of him lightly biting into skin physically hurt, yet it also made her shiver and feel warm and tingly all over at the same time.
Suddenly, her arms felt empty and useless just gripping the desk, but she feared Hibari would lash out if she touched him. So Chrome settled to place hands in her lap, smoothing pleats of a gray skirt just to feel something softer than wood underneath the digits.
However, things got complicated when Hibari became interested in her skirt too. Their hands touched and Chrome was quick to jerk and pull hers away, but by then Hibari’s hands found a diversion. She sucked in a big gulp of air as cold skin hit heated skin. A small squeak escaped as fingernails lightly raked over Chrome’s middle. Like the biting it hurt but also set off a chain reaction that made her feel dizzy and too warm all over. Pulse in her throat, wrist, and that place just around her stomach yet at the same time not, seemed to rise a bit more as Hibari’s hand ghosted along Chrome’s skin.
“W-wait…don’t…please don’t touch there…” she begged, but Chrome’s words went unheeded as the right hand stopped at the swell of her left breast.
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The pause was brief because, much to Chrome’s dismay; he seemed to like the feel of soft flesh. Digits rubbed, agitating the nipple until Chrome felt she couldn’t stand it anymore. She was burning up inside the uniform and couldn’t stop feeling twitchy and needing to move.
She cried out when Hibari pinched a pink nipple. He pulled, pulled, pulled…
“Ouch…please stop, it really hurts now.” Chrome begged, tears starting to prickle around her eyes. He snorted in response but thankfully did release at last and his hand slipped out from underneath her blouse and vest.
While Chrome was reeling from new sensations and feelings she didn’t even know what to call, Hibari wasn’t finished exploring. Next target was her legs. They looked so long and slender, he wondered how far the limbs could stretch before she’d cry out in pain like when he touched her breast.
And despite remaining stone-face and lacking the blush that seemed to stay on Chrome’s cheeks, Hibari had to admit he wasn’t wholly unaffected either. His body felt…tight, coiled, and waiting for something. Little jolts of pleasure had come to him with each little cry and protest from the Mist’s puppet, something akin to how he felt when fighting someone, but different because this wasn’t the thrill of the chase. This was…different. Unfamiliar. Unlike Chrome though, Hibari had a better idea as to what this was.
Lust, yet he wouldn’t admit to it. He didn’t want to get tangled up in anything related to romance and they were both too young to procreate. And even if they WERE the proper age, he wouldn’t seek out someone this weak and spineless. Or so Hibari kept telling himself.
Yet for all these reminders of who he was, how he disliked attachment and didn’t want romantic or even lustful feelings; he still wanted to touch her. So, he placed a hand back on the pleats of her skirt.
Chrome jumped when he started touching her again. First, Hibari-san simply smoothed the pleats of the skirt down, like she had done earlier to calm herself. However, he took it one step further by placing the flat of his palm on the outside of Chrome’s thigh.
She shuddered violently, both frightened yet curious as to what would happen next. Chrome knew this was going too far, beyond his promise of looking then leaving, yet as scared as she was, each touch brought up new questions and curiosities to explore, so the girl was conflicted.
Not to mention Hibari-san was rather determined. She froze, so still Chrome barely felt like breathing, when fingers drew a long line from her knee caps, the hem of her skirt, then disappeared underneath the fabric.
Now. She had to pull away now. Yet, when Chrome tried to jerk away and scramble off the desk, Hibari caught her around the middle with his left arm.
“Hold still. This won’t take long.” His voice sounded a touch deeper and thicker than before as if he was under some sort of stress. Chrome felt she should be the only one in distress especially when his hand kept traveled further up her thigh and moved inward.
Chrome shut her eye and jerked upward when finger tips touched cloth. Her panties. He…he was actually touching…there…
And it didn’t stop with a simple touch, something she could excuse as unintentional…then again nothing Hibari had done yet could qualify as an ‘accident’.
“Well at least you’re following dress code this time.” Hibari mused to himself, making Chrome open her eye while wondering what on earth he was talking about. And what business was it of his if she wore panties or not?
However that question, and anything else on Chrome’s mind; flew out the window when Hibari pressed his index finger flush against her clothed sex. Chrome’s legs quivered so badly he had to have felt or seen the tremor. Yet, he pushed the finger against her again making the girl feel uncomfortable. It felt so strange and Chrome wanted to pull away, yet wasn’t allowed that luxury.
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“T-that’s it? You’re done?” she asked, shaking all over.
Hibari didn’t verbally reply. Instead he backed away from the desk, and then silently strode over to the door. Chrome didn’t move until she heard the door open, close again and then Hibari’s footsteps going down the stairs.
Gently, the girl eased herself off the desk only to wobble on weak knees and staggering a little thanks to how light headed she felt.
‘Did you have fun?’ Mukuro-sama asked not five minutes after Chrome composed herself enough to think straight. The girl’ face blushed a violent shade of red. “You…you saw all of that…did you?” she asked aloud.
Mukuro answered with a chuckle, ‘Maybe...a little peek of it. Oh don’t be embarrassed Chrome, you’re playing your role perfectly. Hibari-kun is difficult, but he’ll keep coming back.’
She asked what Mukuro-sama meant by ‘her role’, but he didn’t answer. Or at least not away and his prediction did come true. Hibari did come back. Every Sunday morning, dressed down in t-shirt and pants. He’d beat back Ken and Chikusa until they ‘got the hint’ and just took off Saturday evenings, leaving Chrome alone in the abandoned amusement park.
Every Sunday morning, Hibari would none too gently order her to change into the Namimori uniform. No talking. She wasn’t allowed to touch him or try to run away until he had had enough. And enough seemed to escalate a little more with each visit. Sometimes he was content with marking her neck with bite mark bruises. Other times it was her legs and thighs that got such rough treatment.
But, with each visit Chrome was never stripped naked and Hibari remained fully clothed as well.
“I’m tired of this place. It’s filthy and rotting all over the place.” he said one morning, “Come to my house next Sunday.”
She couldn’t come the next Sunday though, because Chrome had no idea where his house was. So, Hibari wasted an afternoon going to Chrome and having to ride the bus back to Namimori with her.
A violet colored eye blinked owlishly at the large manor sprawled out before her. ‘T-this is Hibari-san’s home…wow. It’s almost as big as Kokuyo Land.’ Mukuro chuckled inside her head, ‘You are too generous my dear Chrome. Hopefully you won’t flatter Hibari-kun this much when he finally shows you the goods.’
Chrome scowled, puzzled by what he meant by ‘the goods’, but before she could ask for clarity, the girl found herself led around by the wrist through the maze-like old fashioned home.
She was hurriedly flung into a room with Hibari closing the sliding door and securing it. Chrome scrambled to sit upright and ‘endure’ exploring hands. Chrome often wondered why she didn’t fight back. Fear was the obvious answer, but now she was starting to feel less afraid of Hibari-san because for all his stoic expressions, threats, and lack of genuine affection…he didn’t really harm her. Well aside from bite marks and sometimes pinching her too rough in places…
‘Why…do I put up with it though?’ the girl asked herself as his fingers found their way into her panties.
She squirmed and tried not to buck up against him, Chrome found out the hard way last time that Hibari-san did not like it when she bucked against his hand, so she had to stay still. No matter what. No matter how badly she wanted to move if only to stop feeling so tense. His fingers felt so good when Hibari parted the folds of her sex to stroke and tease, but didn’t go in deep enough. Chrome always felt something was missing from the equation, a piece to the puzzle that was her own body.
‘If he’d just…push in a bit deeper or something…I’d feel much better’ she concluded. Yet, Chrome had long since given up feeling any sort of relief or comfort when it came to this Sunday routine.
It was always about Hibari-san and what made him tick, what sparked his curiosity and their time ended when he was ‘satisfied’
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‘It’s really unfair that only Kyo-kun gets to enjoy your playtime.’ He encouraged. Chrome blushed and tried to hide from the voice inside her head by burrowing inside the covers. ‘Easy for you to say…but I don’t even know what to do. What would make…him accept me since Hibari-san has told me many times not to touch him.’
‘I can help a little in that respect’ he master offered. Chrome frowned which caused him to laugh. ‘What’s with the scowl? I can honestly help. Despite being trapped in a jar, my dear Chrome; I’m also a human male too. I know what feels good to me and I’m sure little Kyo-bird won’t protest too much. Well…perhaps he will at first, but then gives in.’
Reluctantly, since she really couldn’t block Mukuro from invading her thoughts; Chrome learned what felt good to a man. ‘Do these things and he’ll be begging to be touched.’ Another laugh erupted from Mukuro when she ‘scowled’ again.
‘You’re right; our little Kyo-bird isn’t the type to beg for anything. He’ll be more…open to suggestions. Yes. That works better’
Chrome hoped her master was right. Hibari-san, she discovered; while not as violent as reputation rumored, he was very intimidating nevertheless. So, she hesitated to do the first thing Mukuro-sama suggested at her next Sunday visit to the manor. Yet, Chrome took in a steadying breath before leaning forward and gingerly nibbling Hibari’s right ear.
He abruptly stopped mouthing her neck and jerked to stand upright. Chrome swallowed and feared she’d be thrown out before they were done. Wait…first she was confused about him touching her…now she was afraid of it stopping? This was too confusing to comprehend…
“I thought I told you not to…”
“I know!” Chrome interrupted, a rather bold move considering she was out of reach of her trident and didn’t have Ken or Chikusa for backup. Mukuro-sama could take over if things got ugly, but Chrome would rather avoid having to fight in the first place.
“I know…” she repeated, “but, I feel…stupid and useless not…doing anything. I’ll only…do this to your ear. I won’t touch anywhere else.” Chrome swore. And she had every intention of sticking to that promise.
Only…Mukuro-sama kept nudging her to do a little more each time. ‘See how he likes being bitten’ he suggested once. Chrome was shocked and a bit proud to discover Hibari-san seemed to enjoy having her bite his neck, because he made this low and deep sound that made her toes curl and feel ‘good’ all over.
He didn’t protest to the biting, rather Hibari quirked an eyebrow- perhaps wondering when and how she was becoming so bold to pull such stunts while in his household- but allowed her to carry on. She found out that ‘hugging’ was out. Period. Hibari-san did not like being ‘trapped’ and apparently embracing counted as entrapment.
‘Oh dear. If he’s this bent out of shape over being hugged, hate to think how awkward actual intercourse will be in the future.’ Mukuro chided. Chrome didn’t approve of him watching over them while…Hibari-san did things to her body, but like she gave up fighting the Cloud, Chrome didn’t resist Mukuro-sama being the voyeur.
Beside, Mukuro-sama helped not only with teaching her how to carefully tip-toe around Hibari’s ‘no touching’ rule, but it didn’t slip past Chrome’s notice that her monthly cycle never interfered with her and Hibari’s Sunday mornings.
Mukuro-sama might never admit to such ‘disturbing’ machinations of the girl’s body, but Chrome suspected he made it so. ‘You think too much. Less thinking more action, my dear or your quarry will become bored.’ He gently scolded.
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sorry this is taking so long, but I promise to have this finished sometime tomorrow ^^;
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Will post a proper comment once this is concluded *broad hint* Finish? Pretty please?
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*scurries off to read the new parts*
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If not: Please feel free to ignore me (it's usually the best).
If yes: Marry Me? :D And: Are you going to finish the other ones as well (once you're less busy--- please don't feel pressured, anon is just a curious being.... oh, and a fan!)?
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-goes back into hiding even though it's pointless now-
I plan on finishing most of the meme requests I've started to fulfill. I'll try not to limit myself to just 1896 fills, but we'll see. We'll see. And I'm glad you've enjoyed the fills I've completed.
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