[fic] Un sorriso per me
Title: Un sorriso per me
Characters: Gokudera & Bianchi
Rating: PG
Prompt: khrfest II-57. Gokudera - predictable; "It was a dark and stormy night--"
Word Count: 558
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira.
Summary: Bianchi tries to tell her little brother a fairy tale.
A/N: I wrote this before chapter 282, so I had to revise it a little after that orz. Also, this is corny to the extreme.
After the servants had tucked him into bed for the night, Hayato crept down the hall to his sister’s bedroom as stealthily as possible for a seven year old. Inside, he found her brushing her thick hair in the boudoir mirror.
“Why’re you brushing your hair before bed? It’ll just get messy again while you sleep,” the young boy piped up.
Bianchi set the brush down and glared at him. “A princess must look beautiful at all times. What would happen if my true love came in the middle of the night and saw me with a bird’s nest on my head?”
“He’ll lay an egg in it?” Hayato barely dodged the tube of lipgloss thrown his way and jumped onto the bed. The wire frame creaked as he curled himself in amongst the throw pillows. “Tell me a story, Bianchi.”
“Go back to bed and leave me alone.” She turned back to the mirror and resumed her nightly ritual.
“Please! I promise I’ll be good, just tell me a story.”
The girl stared at her brother’s reflection in the mirror before twirling around. “Fine. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess…”
Hayato’s silver hair swung back and forth. “No, no, no. You’re supposed to start with ‘It was a dark and stormy night…’”
“If you don’t like my story then leave.” The little boy shook his head again, and Bianchi continued. “Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived in a grand castle in a far away land. Every day she would go riding her white horse through the woods around her home, hoping to meet a handsome prince who would whisk her away into the sunset. She asked her father when her true love would come, but he just smiled and told her to be patient.”
“Bianchi…”
“Stop interrupting!”
Hayato took a deep breath and ignored his sister’s outburst. “Why does Papa always look so sad when he looks at me?”
“…What?”
The boy sat up and hugged one of the pillows to his chest. “Does he not like me?”
The room was silent for a while. Sitting in the bed, surrounded by pillows, Hayato looked lost and scared. After a few moments, Bianchi got up and sat next to her brother.
“I don’t know,” she said, touching his arm. “I’m sure Papa loves you, it’s just hard for him to show it.”
He wasn’t listening anymore. “Why does Papa keep me around if he doesn’t love me?”
“It’s not that he doesn’t love you-“
There was no use in reasoning with the boy anymore. “Papa h-hates me!” he choked out.
Bianchi didn’t get along too well with her brother, but at that moment she felt her heart ache for him. Gathering him into a hug, she stroked his hair as be began sobbing into her nightgown.
They didn’t talk about it the next morning, nor the week after when Bianchi made ‘cookies’ for his piano recital, nor when Hayato found out the truth about his mother, nor when they met up again in Japan. It would have been predictable for Hayato to grow up angry and bitter at the world, scorning the concept of love. But when Bianchi looked at the smiling faces of the people her brother had surrounded himself with, she knew he had found it anyway.
Characters: Gokudera & Bianchi
Rating: PG
Prompt: khrfest II-57. Gokudera - predictable; "It was a dark and stormy night--"
Word Count: 558
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira.
Summary: Bianchi tries to tell her little brother a fairy tale.
A/N: I wrote this before chapter 282, so I had to revise it a little after that orz. Also, this is corny to the extreme.
After the servants had tucked him into bed for the night, Hayato crept down the hall to his sister’s bedroom as stealthily as possible for a seven year old. Inside, he found her brushing her thick hair in the boudoir mirror.
“Why’re you brushing your hair before bed? It’ll just get messy again while you sleep,” the young boy piped up.
Bianchi set the brush down and glared at him. “A princess must look beautiful at all times. What would happen if my true love came in the middle of the night and saw me with a bird’s nest on my head?”
“He’ll lay an egg in it?” Hayato barely dodged the tube of lipgloss thrown his way and jumped onto the bed. The wire frame creaked as he curled himself in amongst the throw pillows. “Tell me a story, Bianchi.”
“Go back to bed and leave me alone.” She turned back to the mirror and resumed her nightly ritual.
“Please! I promise I’ll be good, just tell me a story.”
The girl stared at her brother’s reflection in the mirror before twirling around. “Fine. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess…”
Hayato’s silver hair swung back and forth. “No, no, no. You’re supposed to start with ‘It was a dark and stormy night…’”
“If you don’t like my story then leave.” The little boy shook his head again, and Bianchi continued. “Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived in a grand castle in a far away land. Every day she would go riding her white horse through the woods around her home, hoping to meet a handsome prince who would whisk her away into the sunset. She asked her father when her true love would come, but he just smiled and told her to be patient.”
“Bianchi…”
“Stop interrupting!”
Hayato took a deep breath and ignored his sister’s outburst. “Why does Papa always look so sad when he looks at me?”
“…What?”
The boy sat up and hugged one of the pillows to his chest. “Does he not like me?”
The room was silent for a while. Sitting in the bed, surrounded by pillows, Hayato looked lost and scared. After a few moments, Bianchi got up and sat next to her brother.
“I don’t know,” she said, touching his arm. “I’m sure Papa loves you, it’s just hard for him to show it.”
He wasn’t listening anymore. “Why does Papa keep me around if he doesn’t love me?”
“It’s not that he doesn’t love you-“
There was no use in reasoning with the boy anymore. “Papa h-hates me!” he choked out.
Bianchi didn’t get along too well with her brother, but at that moment she felt her heart ache for him. Gathering him into a hug, she stroked his hair as be began sobbing into her nightgown.
They didn’t talk about it the next morning, nor the week after when Bianchi made ‘cookies’ for his piano recital, nor when Hayato found out the truth about his mother, nor when they met up again in Japan. It would have been predictable for Hayato to grow up angry and bitter at the world, scorning the concept of love. But when Bianchi looked at the smiling faces of the people her brother had surrounded himself with, she knew he had found it anyway.