Drabble: The Wiles of Red (Dino/fem!Hibari)
Title: The Wiles of Red
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Dino/fem!Hibari
Prompt: red (from 20paperplanes)
Rating: PG
Warnings: fluffy spawn fluff alskdfjaskg
Word Count: 790
Note: A little something because I want D18 fluff omg orz
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Nina always remembered her mother in shades of grey. Her hair was black, darker than the blanket of night outside her window; it was a peculiar crown atop a face so pale and stern, a stark contrast to the cool gracefulness which seemed to cloak the rest of her. But Nina admired it all the same, like she admired those beautiful, narrowed eyes. They were the deepest grey she had ever seen, so different from the pair which always stared back at her from behind the bathroom mirror every day, dull brown and uninteresting.
And then there were her clothes, always black, always business suits and ties or simple yukatas with matching sashes. She never wore any jewellery or make-up as Nina, all seven and precocious for her age, had noticed other women did. Once, she had dared ask her, but Mama only said that she did not need them. Maybe she was right-she was already so beautiful that way.
It was why the sight of her with lips painted red, this night, stunned Nina. She sat silently on the tatami floor, eyes wide and unblinking as her mother crossed the room to speak with Uncle Tetsu. Her light yukata was golden bronze, not black, and it shimmered beautifully in the lamplight as she moved, as if the patterns were sewn with real gold thread.
Nina held her breath when Uncle Tetsu opened the large box he carried in with him and revealed a folded kimono. She had seen some pictures, elegant ladies wearing these brightly-coloured traditional Japanese clothes, one of them in a painting Papa had in his office which she admired very much. But the real thing was more beautiful still and she gaped at the spill of deep red silk as it cascaded to the floor, exposing delicate twines of green leaves and yellow vines. Uncle Tetsu helped with the big, intricate sash, his fingers moving deftly over black silk patterned with gold. Her mother wore them all with ease, each piece seeming to enhance her grace instead of hinder. When she finally turned around after fastening a simple ornament in her hair, Nina could not help but clap her hands.
“When can I wear something like that, Mama?” she asked in a small, breathless voice. The sheer glamour of the outfit was nothing like she had ever seen before.
“When you are big enough,” her mother said serenely. Nina pursed her lips, but before she could secure a promise, the door slid open.
“Kyouya, you said you wanted to go to the meeting with-”
Papa stopped in his track, mouth agape. Nina giggled quietly as her mother’s lips curved into a small, pleased smile.
“I did. Shall we go now?”
It took Papa a few moments to rouse himself from the shock, and that with a visible effort. Still dazed, he slowly approached and took her hand in his. “Why is it that you dress up when we’re about to meet with a potentially dangerous enemy Family but not on my birthday?”
Mama was positively smirking now. “I get nothing by dressing up for you.”
“Only because you know you already have my unconditional love.” Papa sighed and leaned down to kiss her cheek softly. “Well, as long I still get to be the one who undresses-”
“It’s almost her bedtime,” Mama interrupted him, her tone chilling. Papa hid a smile as he whirled around and took Nina into his arms.
“All right, you heard your mama. We will be coming home late tonight, so be a good girl and listen to Constanzia.”
She pouted, disappointed. “Can I wait up for you, Papa?”
“Not if you want us to watch a movie together tomorrow, principessa.”
“But… Papa, Mama looks so beautiful. I don’t know when I can see her like this again.”
“Well.” Papa was biting his lips, eyes gleaming mischievously at her. “You can always persuade Mama to dress up for your eighth birthday. It’s next month, isn't it? Not too far away.”
“Really?” Nina turned toward her mother with her eyes wide, an effective weapon to get her way-as she had learned after so much practice on Uncle Romario. “Will you, Mama?”
Her mother neither smiled nor frowned; only that sharp gaze remained pointedly on her father. “We’ll see.”
“And can I wear a kimono too?”
“Only if your mama wears one,” Papa answered before Mama could open her mouth, his expression serious. “Besides, you need someone to teach you how to wear it correctly.”
Nina gazed at her again. “Please, Mama? Please?”
“I’ll give the answer tomorrow. Now go to bed.”
Nina squealed and wrapped her small arms around her mother’s neck, missing her father’s triumphant grin entirely.
End
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This entry was originally posted at http://ofempires.dreamwidth.org/5593.html.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Dino/fem!Hibari
Prompt: red (from 20paperplanes)
Rating: PG
Warnings: fluffy spawn fluff alskdfjaskg
Word Count: 790
Note: A little something because I want D18 fluff omg orz
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Nina always remembered her mother in shades of grey. Her hair was black, darker than the blanket of night outside her window; it was a peculiar crown atop a face so pale and stern, a stark contrast to the cool gracefulness which seemed to cloak the rest of her. But Nina admired it all the same, like she admired those beautiful, narrowed eyes. They were the deepest grey she had ever seen, so different from the pair which always stared back at her from behind the bathroom mirror every day, dull brown and uninteresting.
And then there were her clothes, always black, always business suits and ties or simple yukatas with matching sashes. She never wore any jewellery or make-up as Nina, all seven and precocious for her age, had noticed other women did. Once, she had dared ask her, but Mama only said that she did not need them. Maybe she was right-she was already so beautiful that way.
It was why the sight of her with lips painted red, this night, stunned Nina. She sat silently on the tatami floor, eyes wide and unblinking as her mother crossed the room to speak with Uncle Tetsu. Her light yukata was golden bronze, not black, and it shimmered beautifully in the lamplight as she moved, as if the patterns were sewn with real gold thread.
Nina held her breath when Uncle Tetsu opened the large box he carried in with him and revealed a folded kimono. She had seen some pictures, elegant ladies wearing these brightly-coloured traditional Japanese clothes, one of them in a painting Papa had in his office which she admired very much. But the real thing was more beautiful still and she gaped at the spill of deep red silk as it cascaded to the floor, exposing delicate twines of green leaves and yellow vines. Uncle Tetsu helped with the big, intricate sash, his fingers moving deftly over black silk patterned with gold. Her mother wore them all with ease, each piece seeming to enhance her grace instead of hinder. When she finally turned around after fastening a simple ornament in her hair, Nina could not help but clap her hands.
“When can I wear something like that, Mama?” she asked in a small, breathless voice. The sheer glamour of the outfit was nothing like she had ever seen before.
“When you are big enough,” her mother said serenely. Nina pursed her lips, but before she could secure a promise, the door slid open.
“Kyouya, you said you wanted to go to the meeting with-”
Papa stopped in his track, mouth agape. Nina giggled quietly as her mother’s lips curved into a small, pleased smile.
“I did. Shall we go now?”
It took Papa a few moments to rouse himself from the shock, and that with a visible effort. Still dazed, he slowly approached and took her hand in his. “Why is it that you dress up when we’re about to meet with a potentially dangerous enemy Family but not on my birthday?”
Mama was positively smirking now. “I get nothing by dressing up for you.”
“Only because you know you already have my unconditional love.” Papa sighed and leaned down to kiss her cheek softly. “Well, as long I still get to be the one who undresses-”
“It’s almost her bedtime,” Mama interrupted him, her tone chilling. Papa hid a smile as he whirled around and took Nina into his arms.
“All right, you heard your mama. We will be coming home late tonight, so be a good girl and listen to Constanzia.”
She pouted, disappointed. “Can I wait up for you, Papa?”
“Not if you want us to watch a movie together tomorrow, principessa.”
“But… Papa, Mama looks so beautiful. I don’t know when I can see her like this again.”
“Well.” Papa was biting his lips, eyes gleaming mischievously at her. “You can always persuade Mama to dress up for your eighth birthday. It’s next month, isn't it? Not too far away.”
“Really?” Nina turned toward her mother with her eyes wide, an effective weapon to get her way-as she had learned after so much practice on Uncle Romario. “Will you, Mama?”
Her mother neither smiled nor frowned; only that sharp gaze remained pointedly on her father. “We’ll see.”
“And can I wear a kimono too?”
“Only if your mama wears one,” Papa answered before Mama could open her mouth, his expression serious. “Besides, you need someone to teach you how to wear it correctly.”
Nina gazed at her again. “Please, Mama? Please?”
“I’ll give the answer tomorrow. Now go to bed.”
Nina squealed and wrapped her small arms around her mother’s neck, missing her father’s triumphant grin entirely.
End
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This entry was originally posted at http://ofempires.dreamwidth.org/5593.html.