These Days (KHR)
These Days
THOSE DAYS THAT WILL PASS US BY ARE ALREADY A DISTANT DREAM
For 31_days • 8th December
Series: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
Characters: Sasagawa siblings
Rating: PG-13
All characters belong to Amano Akira and Shounen Jump
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On grey mornings she knew what he liked best: a pot of piping hot barley tea on the side (she always liked it cold, but he was always with his strange preferences), and exactly six of her fluffiest, warmest flat-pan cakes. Sometimes he asked for only cinnamon with it, and sometimes only maple; to be sure she packed both, because while she could never really tell which of the two during her visits he liked to have with his meal, it was almost always both at the same time.
"You are very greedy sometimes, nii-chan," she'd tease him to his pancake-stuffed face.
The barley tea they sold in the specialty shops weren't quite like the kind they had back home. The smell of the leaves steeping would steal up the stairs to wake her and her brother on cold mornings, pulling her out of bed when she would rather bury herself under the covers. Blearily walking down the stairs to the dining table, she was greeted with the hearty "AN EXTREMELY GOOD! MORNING! KYOKO!" of her brother who was already there, shirtless despite the cold, wolfing down what was not already in the territory of someone's else's plate. A shock of sunlight on two legs.
These days, he was gentler. It wasn't advisable to yell while chewing after all, and on several occasions when he choked, she had to get help. Sasagawa Ryohei was a big man, very difficult to hold down.
Not so difficult these days, she thought, pulling aside the curtains on that seventy-ninth morning since she started coming to see him. Since it was deemed safe for her to see him; despite the fact that Ospedale Santo Lucca was officially under Cavallone territory, the price for killing or capturing her was immense. It would hurl the whole Vongola coalition to ruin.
These days, after the war, things had settled. Feeble winter sunlight fell across the room, making a snowy landscape of the white room with its white trappings.
"Hey," she said softly to the snoring mound on the bed. She smiled. When there was no response, she tugged on an ear. She always knew when he was pretending.
"How'd you know," he grunted, giving up, rolling over to his side to face her. He was careful where he leaned his weight. "Heck yes, mugi-cha!"
"You never wake up late for my breakfasts," she replied, unpacking as she spoke. "To the extreme."
These days it was her turn to speak. She spoke of the family as they were cleaning up the final stages of the massive mafia war that shook the world to its foundations. She told him who had come back from the front, and he cheered up to know that Chrome was recently admitted to the room a floor below him, to recuperate after a particularly taxing mission.
Ryohei nodded as he chewed, opened his mouth again for another serving. These days he took his meals more slowly, more delicately ("Less Extreme," as Gokudera put it, "thankfully.") but then it was Kyoko who was doing the feeding. She was just glad that the worst of it was over for him.
"It's getting warmer, isn't it?"
He leaned towards the window, placing a bandaged stump on the sill. She saw his eyes take in the December morning, recapitulating to a time and place that she could never enter. It had been seventy-nine mornings since the family's sun guardian had woken up from what would later be known as The Battle for Bologna; the only one of the guardians flown in to Italy to deal with the sudden pincer strike by the Millefiore while the rest of the family dealt with trouble in Japan, it was even a miracle he came out of it alive.
In the end, however, to keep him alive, Shamal had to make the decision to separate Ryohei's two most trusted weapons from the rest of his still-functioning body. Fairly dripping with Storm flames, it had eaten away at him. A well-calculated attack that left even the box-wielder victorious at a loss.
For a long time he was quiet. For a long time she watched him. She could see him as he was, ten, twenty years ago--ages that felt like they belonged to another universe entirely--clenching and unclenching the hands that were still his, in agitation.
White hair against white sheets as he silently sunk back. Ryohei Sasagawa was a loud man, but these days, even the Assisi landscape was quiet.
"I like these winters in Rome," he said finally.
Listening to Nico's "These Days" while finishing this in the office. I'm so dead.
An AU (because canon makes all AU canon. YEY.) where the Vongola offensive nearly breaks, but managed to get the "We Had It All Along" achievement anyway. Ryohei just capped and defended a base all by himself.
Mugi-cha is generally drunk cold in the summer, but in Korea it's an all-year favourite. Japanese generally regard this as a summer cooler though.
I like my KHR with a bit of realism. :P Of course they'll fit him with prosthetics like they did Squalo.
Crossposted to 31_days • hitman_reborn • fanfiction.net
THOSE DAYS THAT WILL PASS US BY ARE ALREADY A DISTANT DREAM
For 31_days • 8th December
Series: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
Characters: Sasagawa siblings
Rating: PG-13
All characters belong to Amano Akira and Shounen Jump
--------------------------------------------------------------
On grey mornings she knew what he liked best: a pot of piping hot barley tea on the side (she always liked it cold, but he was always with his strange preferences), and exactly six of her fluffiest, warmest flat-pan cakes. Sometimes he asked for only cinnamon with it, and sometimes only maple; to be sure she packed both, because while she could never really tell which of the two during her visits he liked to have with his meal, it was almost always both at the same time.
"You are very greedy sometimes, nii-chan," she'd tease him to his pancake-stuffed face.
The barley tea they sold in the specialty shops weren't quite like the kind they had back home. The smell of the leaves steeping would steal up the stairs to wake her and her brother on cold mornings, pulling her out of bed when she would rather bury herself under the covers. Blearily walking down the stairs to the dining table, she was greeted with the hearty "AN EXTREMELY GOOD! MORNING! KYOKO!" of her brother who was already there, shirtless despite the cold, wolfing down what was not already in the territory of someone's else's plate. A shock of sunlight on two legs.
These days, he was gentler. It wasn't advisable to yell while chewing after all, and on several occasions when he choked, she had to get help. Sasagawa Ryohei was a big man, very difficult to hold down.
Not so difficult these days, she thought, pulling aside the curtains on that seventy-ninth morning since she started coming to see him. Since it was deemed safe for her to see him; despite the fact that Ospedale Santo Lucca was officially under Cavallone territory, the price for killing or capturing her was immense. It would hurl the whole Vongola coalition to ruin.
These days, after the war, things had settled. Feeble winter sunlight fell across the room, making a snowy landscape of the white room with its white trappings.
"Hey," she said softly to the snoring mound on the bed. She smiled. When there was no response, she tugged on an ear. She always knew when he was pretending.
"How'd you know," he grunted, giving up, rolling over to his side to face her. He was careful where he leaned his weight. "Heck yes, mugi-cha!"
"You never wake up late for my breakfasts," she replied, unpacking as she spoke. "To the extreme."
These days it was her turn to speak. She spoke of the family as they were cleaning up the final stages of the massive mafia war that shook the world to its foundations. She told him who had come back from the front, and he cheered up to know that Chrome was recently admitted to the room a floor below him, to recuperate after a particularly taxing mission.
Ryohei nodded as he chewed, opened his mouth again for another serving. These days he took his meals more slowly, more delicately ("Less Extreme," as Gokudera put it, "thankfully.") but then it was Kyoko who was doing the feeding. She was just glad that the worst of it was over for him.
"It's getting warmer, isn't it?"
He leaned towards the window, placing a bandaged stump on the sill. She saw his eyes take in the December morning, recapitulating to a time and place that she could never enter. It had been seventy-nine mornings since the family's sun guardian had woken up from what would later be known as The Battle for Bologna; the only one of the guardians flown in to Italy to deal with the sudden pincer strike by the Millefiore while the rest of the family dealt with trouble in Japan, it was even a miracle he came out of it alive.
In the end, however, to keep him alive, Shamal had to make the decision to separate Ryohei's two most trusted weapons from the rest of his still-functioning body. Fairly dripping with Storm flames, it had eaten away at him. A well-calculated attack that left even the box-wielder victorious at a loss.
For a long time he was quiet. For a long time she watched him. She could see him as he was, ten, twenty years ago--ages that felt like they belonged to another universe entirely--clenching and unclenching the hands that were still his, in agitation.
White hair against white sheets as he silently sunk back. Ryohei Sasagawa was a loud man, but these days, even the Assisi landscape was quiet.
"I like these winters in Rome," he said finally.
Listening to Nico's "These Days" while finishing this in the office. I'm so dead.
An AU (because canon makes all AU canon. YEY.) where the Vongola offensive nearly breaks, but managed to get the "We Had It All Along" achievement anyway. Ryohei just capped and defended a base all by himself.
Mugi-cha is generally drunk cold in the summer, but in Korea it's an all-year favourite. Japanese generally regard this as a summer cooler though.
I like my KHR with a bit of realism. :P Of course they'll fit him with prosthetics like they did Squalo.
Crossposted to 31_days • hitman_reborn • fanfiction.net