Drabble: Paint It Black (Dino/Hibari)
Title: Paint It Black
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Dino/Hibari (almost lol)
Prompt: black (from 20paperplanes) AND mission mode (for flying_embers)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 360
Note: Thank you to istrill for the title's suggestion :"D!
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When the bathroom’s door swung open and Dino walked out, he looked a different man.
A few years back, Hibari would have blamed the green jackets and the Cavallone boss’ despicable attachment to them. They all but made him look wrong in any other clothing. Now, he stood by the bedroom door and recognised the immaculately pressed black suit and matching silk tie for what they really were.
Dino did not look at him as he padded across the room to retrieve a pair of socks and polished black dress shoes from the closet. The whip came next, a sleek length of deadliness, only used during special occasions and certainly nothing like the old acquaintance of Hibari’s tonfa. The handguns were a pair, holstered at each side of his hips as spare magazines went into inner pockets
“You don’t have to come with me,” Dino suddenly said. The length of the room made it impossible to interpret the look on his face, but the emptiness in his voice was clear enough.
“Says the person who plays dressing up every single time,” Hibari scoffed.
Dino shot him a small, mirthless smile. “It’s a ritual, Kyouya.”
“Get used to it already.”
“I hope I never will.”
The mocking word was at the tip of Hibari’s tongue, but did not make it past his lips. There was nothing herbivorous about the Cavallone boss right now and Hibari recognised a worthy carnivore like the smell of blood. A pity that this side of Dino would never stand in front of him as a foe; it would have been interesting.
He closed his eyes and said it anyway. "Herbivore."
Dino smiled that empty smile again but replied nothing. The black leather gloves were second to last, followed by the insignia of the Cavallone Family on his right middle finger. Once he had finished, only the brazen colour of his hair stood out-but even that, Hibari decided, would soon be spoiled, the thick redness of blood ever unforgiving.
“Let’s go," Dino said and walked toward the door, fingers curled gracefully around his whip. Hibari nearly smirked.
When Don Cavallone wore black, he dressed to kill.
End
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Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Dino/Hibari (almost lol)
Prompt: black (from 20paperplanes) AND mission mode (for flying_embers)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 360
Note: Thank you to istrill for the title's suggestion :"D!
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When the bathroom’s door swung open and Dino walked out, he looked a different man.
A few years back, Hibari would have blamed the green jackets and the Cavallone boss’ despicable attachment to them. They all but made him look wrong in any other clothing. Now, he stood by the bedroom door and recognised the immaculately pressed black suit and matching silk tie for what they really were.
Dino did not look at him as he padded across the room to retrieve a pair of socks and polished black dress shoes from the closet. The whip came next, a sleek length of deadliness, only used during special occasions and certainly nothing like the old acquaintance of Hibari’s tonfa. The handguns were a pair, holstered at each side of his hips as spare magazines went into inner pockets
“You don’t have to come with me,” Dino suddenly said. The length of the room made it impossible to interpret the look on his face, but the emptiness in his voice was clear enough.
“Says the person who plays dressing up every single time,” Hibari scoffed.
Dino shot him a small, mirthless smile. “It’s a ritual, Kyouya.”
“Get used to it already.”
“I hope I never will.”
The mocking word was at the tip of Hibari’s tongue, but did not make it past his lips. There was nothing herbivorous about the Cavallone boss right now and Hibari recognised a worthy carnivore like the smell of blood. A pity that this side of Dino would never stand in front of him as a foe; it would have been interesting.
He closed his eyes and said it anyway. "Herbivore."
Dino smiled that empty smile again but replied nothing. The black leather gloves were second to last, followed by the insignia of the Cavallone Family on his right middle finger. Once he had finished, only the brazen colour of his hair stood out-but even that, Hibari decided, would soon be spoiled, the thick redness of blood ever unforgiving.
“Let’s go," Dino said and walked toward the door, fingers curled gracefully around his whip. Hibari nearly smirked.
When Don Cavallone wore black, he dressed to kill.
End
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