[Reborn!] Stupidity is as stupidity does - Hibari + Ryohei
Title: Stupidity is as stupidity does
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Genre(s): Comdey-ish? Sort of~
Rating: Probably G~?
Characters/Pairings: Hibari/Ryohei
Notes: Using the optional prompt “school flashback”, I finally got this written a while ago for
dame_batsie. *decided to put up on this journal, too, because she likes spamming~*
“HEY, HIBARI!” The yelling was ignored, as was to be expected. It would have been rather odd if there had been any other reaction besides disregard to the shouting individual, said person much too enthusiastic to be tolerable in even the smallest sense of the word. “HEY, HIBARI-SENPAI!”
This was grating on his nerves. Hibari Kyouya was one to favor a nice bout of silence over loudness any day. “Is there something I can help you with?” His tonfas were already where they should have been since the beginning of all that loud yelling business, on his arms - just waiting to be used. “Or shall I bite you to death?”
Ryohei, in turn, laughingly held up his hands in a sign of mock surrender. “Woah, hey there, don’t go getting all defensive! I just wanted to ask if you’d be interested in joining our boxing club! The extreme sport that would fit your extreme nature, Hibari-senpai!”
Being a third year, this situation wasn’t new to him. Kyouya was often getting requests from people to join their clubs because of his strengths - but mostly because of his integrity. That never meant he accepted any of those requests, though, and he wasn’t about to do so now. It just wasn’t happening. Not this century. “No.” The simple answer was as it should be - simple.
“But Hibari-senpai!” Ryohei wasn’t having any of that refusing business; too busy visualizing the would-be kicking of the competition’s ass with their soon-to-be new member. “We need your extreme strength! There needs to be more than one extreme person on our team to make it an extreme team! HIBARI-SENPAI, PLEASE RECONSIDER JOINING!” Ryohei was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet by this point, already willing to fight - if it would help convince Kyouya to join quicker than just talking would, so be it. Because, to him, that was how real men settled things. Through their fists! Well, at least, that was his opinion on the matter … and Kyouya seemed the type to enjoy a good fight.
“Pathetic,” Kyouya drawled a minute later, eyeing Ryohei with distaste, such a measure of distaste he was well-known to address just about everyone in since they didn’t quite meet his standards or expectations to that precise limit. “Go away, before I make you regret ever being this stupid.”
“COME ON, HIBARI-SENPAI, WHAT COULD IT HURT TO JOIN?”
“Besides my eardrums?” A vaguely amused up-turn of lips greeted Ryohei in light of his recent yell. But, instead of giving this annoying little pest the beating said pest deserved, Kyouya just walked away because he had other matters to attend to - much more important matters. (Like his sleep, but Ryohei didn’t have to know about that.)
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“HEY, HIBARI!” Again, the persistent yelling was ignored. “HEY, HIBARI-SENPAI!”
“What, you fool? Did I not tell you to stay out of my section of the facility?” Almost ten years later and still Hibari hadn’t lost the bite to his voice when speaking with people he deemed completely unworthy of his attention. “I have things that need doing, go away.”
“But Hibari-senpai!”
“What is it you want this time?” As if to add threat to those mere soft-spoken words, he tossed his box weapon in one hand, carelessness in his movements and plainly condescending in the way he showed off his ever growing strength - because such strength wasn’t meant to hide. “Should I bite you to death?”
“AHAHAHA, HIBARI-SENPAI, WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT?”
Kyouya resisted the urge to twitch. Why was it that this man - and this man alone - always could get under his skin to the point he just lost interest in fighting and would rather just walk away and ignore everything? That was new for him, having always been the instigator to many a fight or two in the past and quite a few fights in the present as well - and probably even more in the future of their current future. “Why do you always take things so literally? And speak so damn loud, too …?” Really, just being in this annoying person’s presence was enough to trigger a migraine. “Leave me alone.” He had more than just napping to do this time - this time he was on a break through concerning those boxes and the rings. This fool was hindering his progress.
For some strange reason (okay, maybe it wasn’t so strange, Sasagawa Ryohei was the very simple and easy to understand type), Ryohei overlooked the questions being asked of him, and instead focused in on Kyouya himself. A beaming grin was all the answer Hibari Kyouya would get for the time being. “I was wondering if senpai wanted to take a break from all this work! Would senpai be up for a game?!”
“… A game?” What were they? Kids again? This wasn’t any time for a game … “I’d rather decline.”
“BUT SENPAI.”
“Will you shut up if I say yes?” A tired sigh escaped the presently being defeated Kyouya - defeated in mental stamina, at least. There was no way he’d lose in any other regard.
“IF SENPAI WANTS ME TO.”
“Good, shut up. What game are we playing?” He couldn’t believe he had agreed to this … this stupidity. But … at least it was a break from everything that was presently falling apart, the world crumbling around them and ready to disintegrate within a moment’s notice. He would never admit it, but he was glad this unpredictable person was his friend (well, not his friend - no, he didn’t have friends). But (and now this was strange) he was glad Ryohei was his partner in this line of work. Perhaps an annoying person like that could become more tolerable (or at least bearable) with time … perhaps.
“EXTREME TIDDLYWINKS!” Or perhaps an idiot was really just an idiot, after all, and there really was no help for him. Figuring he’d let time decide whether or not this nuisance was a good or a bad one, Kyouya sighed once more and waved Ryohei away.
“Go get your stupid game, and hurry up. I don’t have all day.”
“YES, SIR.”
“I thought I told you to shut up?” Another amused up-turn of lips accompanied his words and Ryohei, blushing for once, left the room in a quiet (or almost quiet) manner. The almost being because he half-tripped over his own two feet.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Genre(s): Comdey-ish? Sort of~
Rating: Probably G~?
Characters/Pairings: Hibari/Ryohei
Notes: Using the optional prompt “school flashback”, I finally got this written a while ago for
dame_batsie. *decided to put up on this journal, too, because she likes spamming~*
“HEY, HIBARI!” The yelling was ignored, as was to be expected. It would have been rather odd if there had been any other reaction besides disregard to the shouting individual, said person much too enthusiastic to be tolerable in even the smallest sense of the word. “HEY, HIBARI-SENPAI!”
This was grating on his nerves. Hibari Kyouya was one to favor a nice bout of silence over loudness any day. “Is there something I can help you with?” His tonfas were already where they should have been since the beginning of all that loud yelling business, on his arms - just waiting to be used. “Or shall I bite you to death?”
Ryohei, in turn, laughingly held up his hands in a sign of mock surrender. “Woah, hey there, don’t go getting all defensive! I just wanted to ask if you’d be interested in joining our boxing club! The extreme sport that would fit your extreme nature, Hibari-senpai!”
Being a third year, this situation wasn’t new to him. Kyouya was often getting requests from people to join their clubs because of his strengths - but mostly because of his integrity. That never meant he accepted any of those requests, though, and he wasn’t about to do so now. It just wasn’t happening. Not this century. “No.” The simple answer was as it should be - simple.
“But Hibari-senpai!” Ryohei wasn’t having any of that refusing business; too busy visualizing the would-be kicking of the competition’s ass with their soon-to-be new member. “We need your extreme strength! There needs to be more than one extreme person on our team to make it an extreme team! HIBARI-SENPAI, PLEASE RECONSIDER JOINING!” Ryohei was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet by this point, already willing to fight - if it would help convince Kyouya to join quicker than just talking would, so be it. Because, to him, that was how real men settled things. Through their fists! Well, at least, that was his opinion on the matter … and Kyouya seemed the type to enjoy a good fight.
“Pathetic,” Kyouya drawled a minute later, eyeing Ryohei with distaste, such a measure of distaste he was well-known to address just about everyone in since they didn’t quite meet his standards or expectations to that precise limit. “Go away, before I make you regret ever being this stupid.”
“COME ON, HIBARI-SENPAI, WHAT COULD IT HURT TO JOIN?”
“Besides my eardrums?” A vaguely amused up-turn of lips greeted Ryohei in light of his recent yell. But, instead of giving this annoying little pest the beating said pest deserved, Kyouya just walked away because he had other matters to attend to - much more important matters. (Like his sleep, but Ryohei didn’t have to know about that.)
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“HEY, HIBARI!” Again, the persistent yelling was ignored. “HEY, HIBARI-SENPAI!”
“What, you fool? Did I not tell you to stay out of my section of the facility?” Almost ten years later and still Hibari hadn’t lost the bite to his voice when speaking with people he deemed completely unworthy of his attention. “I have things that need doing, go away.”
“But Hibari-senpai!”
“What is it you want this time?” As if to add threat to those mere soft-spoken words, he tossed his box weapon in one hand, carelessness in his movements and plainly condescending in the way he showed off his ever growing strength - because such strength wasn’t meant to hide. “Should I bite you to death?”
“AHAHAHA, HIBARI-SENPAI, WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT?”
Kyouya resisted the urge to twitch. Why was it that this man - and this man alone - always could get under his skin to the point he just lost interest in fighting and would rather just walk away and ignore everything? That was new for him, having always been the instigator to many a fight or two in the past and quite a few fights in the present as well - and probably even more in the future of their current future. “Why do you always take things so literally? And speak so damn loud, too …?” Really, just being in this annoying person’s presence was enough to trigger a migraine. “Leave me alone.” He had more than just napping to do this time - this time he was on a break through concerning those boxes and the rings. This fool was hindering his progress.
For some strange reason (okay, maybe it wasn’t so strange, Sasagawa Ryohei was the very simple and easy to understand type), Ryohei overlooked the questions being asked of him, and instead focused in on Kyouya himself. A beaming grin was all the answer Hibari Kyouya would get for the time being. “I was wondering if senpai wanted to take a break from all this work! Would senpai be up for a game?!”
“… A game?” What were they? Kids again? This wasn’t any time for a game … “I’d rather decline.”
“BUT SENPAI.”
“Will you shut up if I say yes?” A tired sigh escaped the presently being defeated Kyouya - defeated in mental stamina, at least. There was no way he’d lose in any other regard.
“IF SENPAI WANTS ME TO.”
“Good, shut up. What game are we playing?” He couldn’t believe he had agreed to this … this stupidity. But … at least it was a break from everything that was presently falling apart, the world crumbling around them and ready to disintegrate within a moment’s notice. He would never admit it, but he was glad this unpredictable person was his friend (well, not his friend - no, he didn’t have friends). But (and now this was strange) he was glad Ryohei was his partner in this line of work. Perhaps an annoying person like that could become more tolerable (or at least bearable) with time … perhaps.
“EXTREME TIDDLYWINKS!” Or perhaps an idiot was really just an idiot, after all, and there really was no help for him. Figuring he’d let time decide whether or not this nuisance was a good or a bad one, Kyouya sighed once more and waved Ryohei away.
“Go get your stupid game, and hurry up. I don’t have all day.”
“YES, SIR.”
“I thought I told you to shut up?” Another amused up-turn of lips accompanied his words and Ryohei, blushing for once, left the room in a quiet (or almost quiet) manner. The almost being because he half-tripped over his own two feet.