Log: Thread [Hibari + Mukuro] Closed

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WHO: Mukuro and Hibari
WHAT: Mukuro stops by Hibari's place on his way home from his trip.
WHERE: Hibari's apartment
WHEN: 30 December, evening
RATING: PG, for the moment
WARNING(s): tba

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[derridamustdie]

It suddenly felt odd, being back in his apartment. It was supposed to be his home and his refuge, the one familiar place that only changed when he wanted it to change, and that in itself rarely happened. Hibari wondered if it was because of everything that had come to pass. Dino Cavallone had visited before Christmas; Christmas evening itself, Christmas day and a small part of the 26th had involved him either sitting on one end of a traditional Japanese room, staring up at the ceiling of another man's bedroom or prowling through the Old District of Namimori. The onsen trip had followed, and that in itself had been an Experience. Perhaps he really shouldn't have wondered why he no longer felt at home in his own skin.

Of course, Hibari's natural solution was to sweat it out if he couldn't bleed it out. The translator took up his tonfa, took everything off save for a pair of loose black pants and holed himself up in the unit beside the one he lived in - the space he had bought to store practice gear and junk of a distinctly questionable kind in. There was nothing like a good session full of thwacking dummies and imagining that they were people in order to get one's balance back.

Beyond that, though, Mukuro was coming over. Perhaps it would be easier to find his words after fighting with himself.

Mmm~ Sweaty, half-naked 18.

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The trip to the apartment was a little longer than Mukuro would have liked. Whether it was because of the actual distance from the coffee shop and the translator's place or of his sudden bout of impatience, he wasn't sure. He been a little tempted to just call Hibari and ask what that decision had been all about but knew that his old friend would say a word with prying ears around, no matter how obscure sounding Mukuro could make his words.

In the end, he just had to push on the gas pedal a little more than the speed limit until reaching his destination. Not even bothering to knock or ring the door bell, he took out the key that had been given to him and opened the door, inviting himself in. It wasn't like Hibari wouldn't do the same to him.

69 approves? :3

[derridamustdie]

He heard the entrance somewhere along his peripheral, but Hibari generally ignored it, sticking to his routine, following the incoming footsteps only as much as he needed to. The translator only stopped when they stopped, and he did not turn around, choosing to wipe the sweat off his face with the back of his arm instead. He already knew who it was - there wasn't anyone else in all of Japan who could move the way that one did.

"Fresh from the road, are you?"

Oh yes~ 8D ♥

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"Of course."

Mukuro placed his laptop bag aside, the only thing worth keeping next to him from the stuff he had in his car. It would do to give anyone an opportunity after all, even if the likelihood wasn't very high. He was the only one privy to information that he held in the laptop.

He glanced at the sweaty form, not at all bothered that he caught the other man in such a state. There wasn't anything he hadn't see of Hibari before, having gotten familiar with nearly every crevice that body had. Of course, the translator was the same with himself. But that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the view. Mukuro settled in the nearest seat, making himself comfortable.

"And seeing you like this, I have a feeling that I'm even more rustier than you are."

So, does 69 plan on returning the favor by coming around half-naked someday? |D

[derridamustdie]

"I'm not rusty. Proved that to myself just a few days back."

Now that Mukuro was around, there was no way he could continue practicing. Hibari moved off to the side, where he had dropped a towel and a bottle of water - he took a very generous sip of the latter, and started drying himself off with the former. He needed to cool down just enough before risking a shower.

"Of course," the translator murmured after a moment, "I could be a lot better. As always."

Hm~ Only if you go to *his* place. 8Db

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"Going to 'discipline' yourself now, Skylark?" Mukuro mused.

An old thing that he used whenever he could because there were implications that could be brought out when using a word like 'discipline' when talking with Hibari. It had been amusing when he'd first heard it and always jabbed at the other at every chance he got. Though it was old, he couldn't help the small smirk and the memories that passed through his mind.

But seeing and knowing that Hibari was back to his old training and getting better, he knew he wouldn't stand a very good chance against the translator in his present state. Mukuro had been taken off of the scene far earlier than Hibari had left it so the practice of not being able to use his bo for years was on his head. More often than not, he itched to take it up again and feel the familiarity of it. To take up the fighting style he crafted for himself over the years.

Oya, oya. I suppose it's been too long, then.

Ohoho! I shall keep that in mind!

[derridamustdie]

"You could put it that way. I'll have to earn my keep with the group, after all."

Hibari finished off the water and tossed the bottle into the trash can some distance away. He slung the towel around his neck and glanced back just long enough to send a look in Mukuro's direction.

"I'm going to take a shower," he murmured before he headed for the bathroom. "Feel free to think on whatever you want to ask me when I come back."

8D Oh Skylark, you tempt me so~

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Mismatched eyes watched the figure disappear before looking away and becoming unfocused.

What was there really to ask? It wasn't like Mukuro hounded Hibari on every aspect of his life. The other did what he wanted and Mukuro wasn't in a position to always question. Sure they lived that lifestyle together for numerous years and he knew on his part, he told the older man anything when questioned. But did he have any rights to question Hibari's decisions?

As he thought about it though, there was only one that stood out above the rest. If the Skylark would answer that one question, then he could be satisfied and come to a decision on his own. The idea was tempting, true, but he didn't want to involve innocents that he knew in his current life. But there was the fact that Mukuro was never really any part of the yakuza. He did things on his own terms and Hibari just happened to be around, doing the same things. And after running into each other, fighting for who knew how long with no absolute winner coming out, they just stuck together for the time being. There was also that promise he'd made to a certain someone...

Just one question then. A good enough answer will suffice for me.

... *wiggles 18's hips for him* *gets tonfa'd*

[derridamustdie]

Hibari only took as much time as he needed in the shower, letting the warm water ease out the tension he had worked up with the drill and washing the dull aches and pains down the drain. He came back in more loose clothes with two glasses, his cigarettes and a bottle of the finest Vodka he had at the moment.

The translator settled down on the couch at the far end, close to where Hibird was twittering away, watching he and his companion from its cage. He didn't speak. It was Mukuro's move, after all.

... Just asking for the molestation. Hurhur.

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Mukuro let the silence reign between them, unaware of the time that had passed between Hibari's leaving and return. He thought about the best way to word the question, hoping that maybe with the right words, he could glean more than the other would have wanted. But his old friend knew him and how he worked. Hibari would have been able to avoid it anyway.

Simplicity was the way to go.

"What made you go back? And don't repeat," Mukuro finally asked, not even looking at the translator. Though he usually did when inquiring since small gestures gave weight to the truth of words, he knew that Hibari wouldn't lie to him. Totally at least.

THAT'S THE PLAN. o/

[derridamustdie]

"The people heading the industry now are... different, in a manner of speaking. I want to have a bit of leverage against them. You know how I value control."

Hibari poured drinks for them both with careful precision and deliberate slowness. Depending on how things unfolded, it could be a long night for them both or an incredibly short and simple one. The translator scooted the second glass across the table, in Mukuro's direction.

"...Beyond that, though, there is the possibility that I never really left to begin with."

LOL Like you really need to do anything. ;D Your wish is my command, bb. ♥

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A small hum of both understanding and appreciation for the drink was released from Mukuro's throat as he reached for the glass and took tentative sips from it. He could see where Hibari was coming from, on both points. While he wondered on just how different the people were, he could relate to the feeling of not really leaving the past in the peaceful times given to them. It was as if they would always be haunted by their shadows, never to relish in the sunlight for fear of being burned too badly. While he wasn't so sure about his friend, Mukuro knew that the shadows for him were a safe haven where he looked upon and observed the vibrant colors from a distance.

For him, it was near impossible to be a part of light when he was part of darkness for so long.

"I always had a feeling that I never really left either. Maybe physically but mentally is a whole other issue," Mukuro admitted, nursing his drink. There were other, probably insignificant questions on the tip of his tongue, but he wanted to know.

"What about that writer?"

... *dragged herself out of the TV* Ahaha. x_X

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"I haven't talked to him yet."

Hibari drank a little more and leaned far back against the couch, craning his neck over the edge of the backrest, staring up at his own ceiling. The translator laughed in spite of himself; it was a rueful, empty sound.

"As if I could tell him about something like this."

orz *loves on you bb* ♥~

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A hollow chuckle escaped Mukuro's throat. "I know how that is... All too well."

Images of certain persons flashed through his mind, a couple more than others. How had he gotten himself involved with so many people without him realizing it? And the ones associated with that category were the ones who kept wanting to know. To push past the barrier he'd so carefully constructed so as to not allow them any further passage. So far, he'd been succeeding to some extent and he wondered how long that would last.

...Idk why, but interactions between these two are always sexy. o_o

[derridamustdie]

Smoking from that position was rather... nice. He'd normally be kicking himself for feeling so lethargic and unwilling to do anything, but he supposed that it was fine, given the fact that he was bound to do everything BUT nothing very soon. Ouki already had some jobs lined up for him, jobs that "only he could do".

Hibari's free hand moved up to his neck; his fingers grazed over a small but rather noticeable mark just at the edge of his jawline before he even noticed what he was doing. It wasn't the only souvenir he had from his particularly interesting Christmas eve. Strange how Mukuro had not commented on them yet.

It's these two? Enough said. lol

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Mukuro finished what was left in his glass before helping himself to another shot.

He'd seen the marks that Hibari had, but didn't bother to make comment about them. An instinctual feeling told him where the other had gotten them from considering Hibari had met with that Ouki not too long ago. And with his knowledge of the man (that the translator might not know that he had), it was easy to make deductions. Besides, it wasn't like he walked away unscathed whenever they had sex either. If he wanted to, his old friend really would have bitten Mukuro to death so many years ago. Whenever Hibari bit, he bit hard.

Sloshing the liquid in his glass from side to side, Mukuro wondered where things would go now. The promise he'd made to Tsuna some time ago was replaying in his head, nudging him to Hibari's direction. However, the thought that someone like Tsuna or Chrome could very well get mixed up in this kind of business because of association didn't sit well with him. He had things to think about and needed the time to do so.

Another hollow chuckle. "When I came back from the trip, I didn't expect something like this to happen, you know."