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Continuations of the speed fic! meme from this post. Just thought that these deserved their own post.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Prompt: Tsuna. Hibari. Ryohei. I-pin. Cat fights/ issues with territory via jiao_chan
The gloved hand around Ryohei's fist tightens, and the Sun Guardian's orange flame quickly smothers and dies underneath the overwhelming yellow fire of his boss, the Tenth of the Vongola. Hibari scoffs at Tsuna's piercing glare, his expensive Italian shoes creaking softly on the bamboo floor as he retreats a foot or so away, tonfas raised and readied.
"Big Brother," Tsuna murmurs, and I-pin winces at the commanding implications of his tone from the protection of the arm around her shoulders. She stares down at her hands that fidget with the hem of her shirt, cheeks reddened. "Hibari-san. What are you two doing?"
Ryohei wrenches from the smaller man’s grasp and spits a mouthful of blood on the floor (away from Tsuna and I-pin), Dying Will still raging in his eyes and around the ring on his finger.
“Boss, he started it to the extreme!”
Again, a scoff. “This idiot punched another hole through a wall of my base, Sawada.” He gestures to the pile of rumble behind him, the gaping gap in a large span of reinforced metal with the melted off edges. “He’ll pay for this or I’ll bite him to death.”
“Oh, someone’s gonna pay!” Scowling, Ryohei rolls up his sleeves past his elbows, shifting back to an offensive boxing position.
The Cloud Guardian rolls his eyes, and yawns - with his eyes and nose scrunched up and everything. “High talk for someone who hides behind the shield of their superior, Sasagawa.”
“WHY YOU-“
“Both of you. Shut up.”
They shut up. (Though Hibari kinda gives Tsuna a look that hints that no, you aren't going to return home safely tonight.)
Tsuna twitches, a minuscule movement of muscle beneath layers of clothes that I-pin shouldn’t be able to feel, but does anyway; and so she pats him on the hand, offering him a nervous smile. Blinking, he returns it, shoulders slacking and eyes softening. “What happened, I-pin-chan?”
Ten years old and she still clings to his arm, pony tails drooping slightly. In one breath, she says in a matter of fact kinda tone, “Mister Kusakabe said I could play Gamestation in Brother Hibari-san’s part of the b-base, cause Lambo is a dumby and won’t share it and Mister Gokudera is too busy yelling at Lambo and Mister Yamamoto all the time about not pulling his kitty’s tail, and you know, I never did that because that’s mean you know? And yeah, so he doesn’t really do anything and Brother Hibari said it was okay so I thought it was okay and I stayed there.”
Hibari nods agreeably at this, and Ryohei throws him a glare from across the room, teeth clenched. Tsuna just. Raises an eyebrow. …What? “Uh. Okay…. What about Big Brother?”
Another deep breath, and, “So I thought, Brother Sasagawa is really fun, y’know, like he knows how to play really good even though he gets mad and punches the television a lot. Remember that one time, Tsuna-kun, remember at Manman’s house and it was all BOOM and CRASH and kinda cool and Lambo cried? But yeah, Mister Kusakabe had to go soon and couldn’t play with me because of stuff and stuff, like hitman stuff, and so I got bored and called him over.”
Expression switching completely, Ryohei grins brightly and moves to pat her on the head, resting another hand on Tsuna’s shoulder.
"A-and?" insists Tsuna, though the prickling pain in his temple told him that no, that was a dumb thing to ask, just shut your goddamn mouth.
"Uuuuh," I-pin taps her chin in an attempt to bring out the thought to coherent speech, "Brother Sasgawa came and Brother Hibari hit him across the face and then stuff broke. Oh, I mean, exploded."
“That’s ultimately correct, I-pin! You’re so extremely smart!”
“That is why you shouldn’t stick to close to him, I-pin,” interrupts Hibari smoothly, lips tugged just barely at the corners.
“Herbivores like him will only bring someone of your caliber to… undesirable levels.”
“WHAT?!”
Tsuna sighs.
“Oh.”
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Prompt: Mukuro/Ryohei + cliffs via cerepan
There's a black and white comedy theater stuck in perpetual loop on the back of his eyelids; and naturally, being the bodily host of such shows and all, Ryohei's the protagonist in every story.
At the peak of each climax, he expires.
They're always flashy deaths, of course, always. Ryohei's an expert at the subject, could kill a grown man with his eyes closed and his feet bound together while dangling over a tank of man-eating sharks if he felt like it. He's very proud of this fact. Very proud. He's seen the act of passing on enough times in real life to know how to do it in style, to the extreme; and the one spinning these tales for the both of them has experienced it perhaps twice fold.
In this specific dream, Hibari, blank and empty in his stare and his fantastical existence, grabs him by the collar and throws him up a cliff. Not down a cliff, that'd be dull; but up and up, higher and higher; and he nearly suffocates from the blood that's swishing in his mouth, courtesy of the gentleman dream-spun Hibari. It's kinda cool, but mostly annoying. Like Hibari.
Up and up, higher and higher.
"Do you like it?" Ryohei's zooming past clouds and into empty gray space, and a voice suddenly appearing against the back of his neck is what scares him. It speaks Italian, which is okay. Ryohei understands.
"WHAT?!" A rapid turn around and an instinctive punch to where the voice violated, but his powers are null here. They always are. He's only here to die, because that's what Mukuro wants him to do. His fist phases through nothingness.
"This dream?" explains an unharmed Mukuro, standing upside down with his feet pointed toward the sun and smiling serenely. He's the singular thing that's anchored there by nothing, staying shock still with no wind in his hair, with no blood in his mouth. "I thought that you might like it, Mister Sasagawa. I made it especially for you."
"It's extremely boring!" Ryohei swallows the blood and tastes whine, crossing his arms and falling upwards. Where were the aliens? The dinosaurs? The flying alien dinosaurs?!
Slyly, Mukuro chuckles, one that muffles the sound of wind rushing past Ryohei's ears. It's soft, but menacing. Like Mukuro. "Hibari is boring?"
That gets him a frenzied point and an enthusiastic yell. "The last one was better to the limit!"
Mukuro chuckles, and lazily closes his eyes, a Cheshire's grin in contrast to Ryohei's boorish scowl. "Really? The one with the meat grinder?"
Memories of spinning razor sharp blades and oozing chunks of flesh come to mind, and Ryohei rubs his chin for a moment to ponder this.
"Uhhh wait--nope! The one with the volcano!"
"Ah, well," murmurs the illusionist, long fingers creeping up under the sleeve of Ryohei's wrist, nails raking little trails up and down the vulnerable bare skin of Ryohei's forearm. "Tonight, I felt like talking."
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Prompt: Tsuna. Hibari. Ryohei. I-pin. Cat fights/ issues with territory via jiao_chan
The gloved hand around Ryohei's fist tightens, and the Sun Guardian's orange flame quickly smothers and dies underneath the overwhelming yellow fire of his boss, the Tenth of the Vongola. Hibari scoffs at Tsuna's piercing glare, his expensive Italian shoes creaking softly on the bamboo floor as he retreats a foot or so away, tonfas raised and readied.
"Big Brother," Tsuna murmurs, and I-pin winces at the commanding implications of his tone from the protection of the arm around her shoulders. She stares down at her hands that fidget with the hem of her shirt, cheeks reddened. "Hibari-san. What are you two doing?"
Ryohei wrenches from the smaller man’s grasp and spits a mouthful of blood on the floor (away from Tsuna and I-pin), Dying Will still raging in his eyes and around the ring on his finger.
“Boss, he started it to the extreme!”
Again, a scoff. “This idiot punched another hole through a wall of my base, Sawada.” He gestures to the pile of rumble behind him, the gaping gap in a large span of reinforced metal with the melted off edges. “He’ll pay for this or I’ll bite him to death.”
“Oh, someone’s gonna pay!” Scowling, Ryohei rolls up his sleeves past his elbows, shifting back to an offensive boxing position.
The Cloud Guardian rolls his eyes, and yawns - with his eyes and nose scrunched up and everything. “High talk for someone who hides behind the shield of their superior, Sasagawa.”
“WHY YOU-“
“Both of you. Shut up.”
They shut up. (Though Hibari kinda gives Tsuna a look that hints that no, you aren't going to return home safely tonight.)
Tsuna twitches, a minuscule movement of muscle beneath layers of clothes that I-pin shouldn’t be able to feel, but does anyway; and so she pats him on the hand, offering him a nervous smile. Blinking, he returns it, shoulders slacking and eyes softening. “What happened, I-pin-chan?”
Ten years old and she still clings to his arm, pony tails drooping slightly. In one breath, she says in a matter of fact kinda tone, “Mister Kusakabe said I could play Gamestation in Brother Hibari-san’s part of the b-base, cause Lambo is a dumby and won’t share it and Mister Gokudera is too busy yelling at Lambo and Mister Yamamoto all the time about not pulling his kitty’s tail, and you know, I never did that because that’s mean you know? And yeah, so he doesn’t really do anything and Brother Hibari said it was okay so I thought it was okay and I stayed there.”
Hibari nods agreeably at this, and Ryohei throws him a glare from across the room, teeth clenched. Tsuna just. Raises an eyebrow. …What? “Uh. Okay…. What about Big Brother?”
Another deep breath, and, “So I thought, Brother Sasagawa is really fun, y’know, like he knows how to play really good even though he gets mad and punches the television a lot. Remember that one time, Tsuna-kun, remember at Manman’s house and it was all BOOM and CRASH and kinda cool and Lambo cried? But yeah, Mister Kusakabe had to go soon and couldn’t play with me because of stuff and stuff, like hitman stuff, and so I got bored and called him over.”
Expression switching completely, Ryohei grins brightly and moves to pat her on the head, resting another hand on Tsuna’s shoulder.
"A-and?" insists Tsuna, though the prickling pain in his temple told him that no, that was a dumb thing to ask, just shut your goddamn mouth.
"Uuuuh," I-pin taps her chin in an attempt to bring out the thought to coherent speech, "Brother Sasgawa came and Brother Hibari hit him across the face and then stuff broke. Oh, I mean, exploded."
“That’s ultimately correct, I-pin! You’re so extremely smart!”
“That is why you shouldn’t stick to close to him, I-pin,” interrupts Hibari smoothly, lips tugged just barely at the corners.
“Herbivores like him will only bring someone of your caliber to… undesirable levels.”
“WHAT?!”
Tsuna sighs.
“Oh.”
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Prompt: Mukuro/Ryohei + cliffs via cerepan
There's a black and white comedy theater stuck in perpetual loop on the back of his eyelids; and naturally, being the bodily host of such shows and all, Ryohei's the protagonist in every story.
At the peak of each climax, he expires.
They're always flashy deaths, of course, always. Ryohei's an expert at the subject, could kill a grown man with his eyes closed and his feet bound together while dangling over a tank of man-eating sharks if he felt like it. He's very proud of this fact. Very proud. He's seen the act of passing on enough times in real life to know how to do it in style, to the extreme; and the one spinning these tales for the both of them has experienced it perhaps twice fold.
In this specific dream, Hibari, blank and empty in his stare and his fantastical existence, grabs him by the collar and throws him up a cliff. Not down a cliff, that'd be dull; but up and up, higher and higher; and he nearly suffocates from the blood that's swishing in his mouth, courtesy of the gentleman dream-spun Hibari. It's kinda cool, but mostly annoying. Like Hibari.
Up and up, higher and higher.
"Do you like it?" Ryohei's zooming past clouds and into empty gray space, and a voice suddenly appearing against the back of his neck is what scares him. It speaks Italian, which is okay. Ryohei understands.
"WHAT?!" A rapid turn around and an instinctive punch to where the voice violated, but his powers are null here. They always are. He's only here to die, because that's what Mukuro wants him to do. His fist phases through nothingness.
"This dream?" explains an unharmed Mukuro, standing upside down with his feet pointed toward the sun and smiling serenely. He's the singular thing that's anchored there by nothing, staying shock still with no wind in his hair, with no blood in his mouth. "I thought that you might like it, Mister Sasagawa. I made it especially for you."
"It's extremely boring!" Ryohei swallows the blood and tastes whine, crossing his arms and falling upwards. Where were the aliens? The dinosaurs? The flying alien dinosaurs?!
Slyly, Mukuro chuckles, one that muffles the sound of wind rushing past Ryohei's ears. It's soft, but menacing. Like Mukuro. "Hibari is boring?"
That gets him a frenzied point and an enthusiastic yell. "The last one was better to the limit!"
Mukuro chuckles, and lazily closes his eyes, a Cheshire's grin in contrast to Ryohei's boorish scowl. "Really? The one with the meat grinder?"
Memories of spinning razor sharp blades and oozing chunks of flesh come to mind, and Ryohei rubs his chin for a moment to ponder this.
"Uhhh wait--nope! The one with the volcano!"
"Ah, well," murmurs the illusionist, long fingers creeping up under the sleeve of Ryohei's wrist, nails raking little trails up and down the vulnerable bare skin of Ryohei's forearm. "Tonight, I felt like talking."