69 + 18, Fanfiction; Prompt: Logarithmns.
Author: nerrin
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Characters/Pairing: 69 + 18 a.k.a Mukuro x Hibari
Rating: Gen, actually. 8D
Summary: After-school AU! drabble written to commemorate my going back to school.
WARNINGS: If thou likes characters nice and in-character, TURN BACK AND WALK AWAY.
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Things were never supposed to be so simple.
The fans overhead turn; the aftermath of a boisterous crowd of students, what was simply left in the wake of their rushed stampede back home.
Out of school, and back into the welcoming arms of one's natural environment.
"Staying late again, Kyoya?" Rokudo Mukuro slides into a chair beside the other boy, who turns away and refuses to look at him in the eye.
"What do you want?" Not so much a question on Hibari's part, but more of a statement.
Mukuro tilts his head to the left, making a mockery of pondering. "...My Math homework."
"...What."
"You kept it for me yesterday, didn't you?"
Ah. Hibari remembers the day before, in which Mukuro had supposedly reported sick. That foreign teacher Dino Cavallone had made him keep the entire stack of papers; the bastard.
Mukuro yawns restlessly. The classroom is barely lighted, and there's hardly a sound. No one is passing them by in the corridors - the school seems deserted and a completely different place, come evening-time.
"Hey," Mukuro gets up, walking to a nearby window. Hibari glances up - the back down again - from his search of the mess under their shared desks. He can't find the homework. Crap.
Mukuro pries open a window - one of those that overlooked the empty field, letting the tiny breeze tickle at strands of his hair. He trains his eye on the sky, watching the wind shuffle clouds around like pawns on a chessboard.
"It's nicer like this, isn't it?"
Hibari doesn't really care for what his deskmate is prattling on about - only because he'd finally found that logarithmn worksheet, squashed between the pages of Weather and Climate in his Geography textbook.
Mukuro arches and eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder, the setting sun casting a pink-orange glow over his sharp features. "Found it?"
Hibari only shoves the thing in Mukuro's general direction. "Take it." Don't bother me anymore.
Mukuro only laughs and he does a speed-reading of the worksheet, registering only how complicated the first question alone was. "Oya oya, how do they expect us to do a question like this?"
"It's simple," Hibari snorts, folding his arms and obviously unimpressed with Mukuro's intelligence. "Subsitute 'e' to the power of '2x' with 'y', and - "
"...And you're supposed to find the ratio of the number clouds to the volume ratio of mist on a late Wednesday," Mukuro actually manages to sound vaguely surprised. "It's difficult."
Hibari growls a little under his breath, shaking his head slowly. He wants to go home. His watch beeps:
6:25 P.M.
"No. It isn't."
"Hmm?" Mukuro chuckles, looking up and staring straght at Hibari. "Clouds are never easy to catch ahold of or fanthom, Kyoya. They're not that simple."
He smiles, and Hibari feels like punching his face in. He could never understand what Mukuro was thinking, the stupid, stupid man. Hibari Kyoya was someone who hated not understanding, but that was always the case with his friend-and-yet-not. Hibari's used to it by now, yet it has always managed to get under his skin.
Mukuro shrugs and slings his bag over his shoulder, stretching and showing off the figure that earned his the title of would-be J-Rock Prince in school. "Bye then, Kyoya," he smiles, maddeningly amused at the shorter boy's exasperated expression. "I'm sure you have other things to do. See you tomorrow."
A bell chimes in the distance.
It's 6:30.
I should be fucking bricked for this, YES? -is made of official suckage-
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Characters/Pairing: 69 + 18 a.k.a Mukuro x Hibari
Rating: Gen, actually. 8D
Summary: After-school AU! drabble written to commemorate my going back to school.
WARNINGS: If thou likes characters nice and in-character, TURN BACK AND WALK AWAY.
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Things were never supposed to be so simple.
The fans overhead turn; the aftermath of a boisterous crowd of students, what was simply left in the wake of their rushed stampede back home.
Out of school, and back into the welcoming arms of one's natural environment.
"Staying late again, Kyoya?" Rokudo Mukuro slides into a chair beside the other boy, who turns away and refuses to look at him in the eye.
"What do you want?" Not so much a question on Hibari's part, but more of a statement.
Mukuro tilts his head to the left, making a mockery of pondering. "...My Math homework."
"...What."
"You kept it for me yesterday, didn't you?"
Ah. Hibari remembers the day before, in which Mukuro had supposedly reported sick. That foreign teacher Dino Cavallone had made him keep the entire stack of papers; the bastard.
Mukuro yawns restlessly. The classroom is barely lighted, and there's hardly a sound. No one is passing them by in the corridors - the school seems deserted and a completely different place, come evening-time.
"Hey," Mukuro gets up, walking to a nearby window. Hibari glances up - the back down again - from his search of the mess under their shared desks. He can't find the homework. Crap.
Mukuro pries open a window - one of those that overlooked the empty field, letting the tiny breeze tickle at strands of his hair. He trains his eye on the sky, watching the wind shuffle clouds around like pawns on a chessboard.
"It's nicer like this, isn't it?"
Hibari doesn't really care for what his deskmate is prattling on about - only because he'd finally found that logarithmn worksheet, squashed between the pages of Weather and Climate in his Geography textbook.
Mukuro arches and eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder, the setting sun casting a pink-orange glow over his sharp features. "Found it?"
Hibari only shoves the thing in Mukuro's general direction. "Take it." Don't bother me anymore.
Mukuro only laughs and he does a speed-reading of the worksheet, registering only how complicated the first question alone was. "Oya oya, how do they expect us to do a question like this?"
"It's simple," Hibari snorts, folding his arms and obviously unimpressed with Mukuro's intelligence. "Subsitute 'e' to the power of '2x' with 'y', and - "
"...And you're supposed to find the ratio of the number clouds to the volume ratio of mist on a late Wednesday," Mukuro actually manages to sound vaguely surprised. "It's difficult."
Hibari growls a little under his breath, shaking his head slowly. He wants to go home. His watch beeps:
6:25 P.M.
"No. It isn't."
"Hmm?" Mukuro chuckles, looking up and staring straght at Hibari. "Clouds are never easy to catch ahold of or fanthom, Kyoya. They're not that simple."
He smiles, and Hibari feels like punching his face in. He could never understand what Mukuro was thinking, the stupid, stupid man. Hibari Kyoya was someone who hated not understanding, but that was always the case with his friend-and-yet-not. Hibari's used to it by now, yet it has always managed to get under his skin.
Mukuro shrugs and slings his bag over his shoulder, stretching and showing off the figure that earned his the title of would-be J-Rock Prince in school. "Bye then, Kyoya," he smiles, maddeningly amused at the shorter boy's exasperated expression. "I'm sure you have other things to do. See you tomorrow."
A bell chimes in the distance.
It's 6:30.
I should be fucking bricked for this, YES? -is made of official suckage-