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PG13 | GIFT | 1080
He finds him, lying there, bleeding all over the cement like he's meant to, barely moving, barely breathing, and he has to stop and wonder about just what the fuck happened here. What could have been so severe that Hibari Kyoya, the Cloud Guardian of the Vongola family, the strongest out of them all, was reduced to a more-than-roughed-up mess of blood, cuts, and bruises? A question without an answer, but he's pretty sure he can do the math himself; just add Byakuran (he almost shivers, and fuck, fuck, this isn't how it's supposed to be) to the mix and it all makes a lot more sense.
As close as it can get to making sense, anyway.
Because to see Hibari in this state-it's almost unheard of, impossible, a thing of the past that only happened once and never again, until now that is, and there's a split-second where he wonders just how pissed off Hibari is right now. But then again, that might have been what he'll feel like if this had happened thirteen years ago; then again, things are different, they're different, so maybe, just maybe, Hibari isn't all that angry. Isn't all that ready to tear off Byakuran's face as payback.
But then again, then again, who is he kidding?
Gokudera has to restrain himself from laughing, and he doesn't know, doesn't really get why he feels like laughing-he just does, and that's more than enough reason nowadays-but it's like it's the right thing to do, because if you don't laugh, then you'd be crying (haha, didn't you say something like this before?), and he's never been one for crying either. Besides, the dead don't really cry like that anymore, and even if they did, they'd only shed in one color.
And it'd be the exact same one that's getting smudged all over his already dirtied suit as he bends down and pulls Hibari up, securing his arm around his shoulders, making sure he isn't about to slide off anytime soon when he moves. It's a slow drag, this pace he decides to settle with, and even he's having trouble going a bit faster, because the other's a complete deadweight in his hands, and it's like, what happened. What the fuck happened to you?
But he never asks that out loud.
(Because he knows, he knows-)
"You're fucking heavy," he says, grumbling under his breath, as if it's going to really matter, but if he doesn't talk, he'll drive himself crazy with thinking back, because silence makes you think about stuff you don't really want to be bothered with anymore. Memories, the past, all that cliched bullshit you see in movies, read about in books, whatever-it's the past, the past, and it doesn't really belong here anymore, but he can't help it. Not when he's this close, this fucking close, to a stupid ghost.
He cracks a smile, and it's a smile with no light in it, no sky. It's dead, just like he's supposed to be, and he's saying things, saying stuff about how he's repaid the favor now, so they're even, completely even. But-and this is where he pauses, where he actually takes a second to glance at Hibari, and he looks sad, looks lost, looks just a little bit annoyed when he asks, "I wonder if you actually get it this time."
And like before, he gets no answer.
It's just silence, and their feet dragging all across the concrete.
He's fine with this though; he's just fine with it, because he has nothing else to say, nothing else to really talk about since this is Hibari, and Hibari's never really been the type to listen to pointless babble. That's a herbivore's way of socializing, he might say, or maybe something along the lines of how he dislikes pathetic mingling like that. Herbivore this, mingling that, but he knows Hibari's always had his own way of grouping, even though it only surfaces when it really counts.
But that's as far as his thoughts go, because Hibari suddenly feels a lot heavier, and he takes this as a sign to slow down even more. A snail's pace, and it's like he's barely even walking, just shuffling his feet around, one step forward, another step ahead, but it feels like they aren't really going anywhere. Not like he's in any hurry-he doesn't really have a reason to move any faster than this-so he talks, he starts talking again. "When you wake up," and it almost sounds like there's a certain kind of weight to this, a different kind of emphasis, a hidden message underneath the reckless words, "you owe me another favor."
It's what they've always been about.
He does one thing, and Hibari does another, but somehow in the end, they end up being in each other's debts, and it all goes downhill and uphill from there. A routine they just sort of fall right into, like it's all they've always known, but that's how it goes.
But Gokudera says something like this, "I'll make it easier for you and tell you what I want," and it's like the makeshift order they built together is suddenly in shambles, a complete ruin. It goes against the rules (what rules?), and he knows this, but there's a whole part of him that doesn't really care. Doesn't really have enough of himself left to give a shit.
And he has to pause, he has to pause long enough to understand why the man he's carrying isn't really talking back. He has to pause long enough to laugh, to laugh so openly and brokenly at the same time, and during this, he finally lets Hibari go. Drops him carelessly on the ground (it's close enough to Namimori, at least, he thinks it's close, but fuck it, at least he'll be safer here-), and there's even a scowl on his face as he says, "Now you know what I felt like all those fucking times you just dropped me like that, you asshole." But there's next to no humor in it. Next to no malice.
He turns around and starts walking away, all the while he makes his last request. "Kill me when you see me next."
And it's funny how he just knows Hibari will find a way to repay this favor he now owes.
Funny how that's just the way it is.
Funny how that's how they've always been.
title. Like So-
genre. General.
rating. PG13.
characters. Gokudera Hayato, Hibari Kyouya; Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
warnings. Watch out for Gokudera's mouth. 13YL AU.
wordcount. 1080.
notes. Written for ironicbonds' birthday, a while back. This was supposed to be a four-part thing, but - I couldn't find the inspiration to write the other parts. Not right now, anyway, so you get the second part, haha. Hopefully I'll have the other parts written up someday. o/
disclaimer. Bodies, limbs, thoughts, &things aren't mine. I just pull the strings &stay on the sidelines, 'cause that's where the puppeteer belongs when her dolls are strutting all over the stage.
synopsis. He cracks a smile, and it's a smile with no light in it, no sky. It's dead, just like he's supposed to be, and he's saying things, saying stuff about how he's repaid the favor now, so they're even, completely even. But-and this is where he pauses, where he actually takes a second to glance at Hibari, and he looks sad, looks lost, looks just a little bit annoyed when he asks, "I wonder if you actually get it this time."
And like before, he gets no answer.
It's just silence, and their feet dragging all across the concrete.
PG13 | GIFT | 1080
He finds him, lying there, bleeding all over the cement like he's meant to, barely moving, barely breathing, and he has to stop and wonder about just what the fuck happened here. What could have been so severe that Hibari Kyoya, the Cloud Guardian of the Vongola family, the strongest out of them all, was reduced to a more-than-roughed-up mess of blood, cuts, and bruises? A question without an answer, but he's pretty sure he can do the math himself; just add Byakuran (he almost shivers, and fuck, fuck, this isn't how it's supposed to be) to the mix and it all makes a lot more sense.
As close as it can get to making sense, anyway.
Because to see Hibari in this state-it's almost unheard of, impossible, a thing of the past that only happened once and never again, until now that is, and there's a split-second where he wonders just how pissed off Hibari is right now. But then again, that might have been what he'll feel like if this had happened thirteen years ago; then again, things are different, they're different, so maybe, just maybe, Hibari isn't all that angry. Isn't all that ready to tear off Byakuran's face as payback.
But then again, then again, who is he kidding?
Gokudera has to restrain himself from laughing, and he doesn't know, doesn't really get why he feels like laughing-he just does, and that's more than enough reason nowadays-but it's like it's the right thing to do, because if you don't laugh, then you'd be crying (haha, didn't you say something like this before?), and he's never been one for crying either. Besides, the dead don't really cry like that anymore, and even if they did, they'd only shed in one color.
And it'd be the exact same one that's getting smudged all over his already dirtied suit as he bends down and pulls Hibari up, securing his arm around his shoulders, making sure he isn't about to slide off anytime soon when he moves. It's a slow drag, this pace he decides to settle with, and even he's having trouble going a bit faster, because the other's a complete deadweight in his hands, and it's like, what happened. What the fuck happened to you?
But he never asks that out loud.
(Because he knows, he knows-)
"You're fucking heavy," he says, grumbling under his breath, as if it's going to really matter, but if he doesn't talk, he'll drive himself crazy with thinking back, because silence makes you think about stuff you don't really want to be bothered with anymore. Memories, the past, all that cliched bullshit you see in movies, read about in books, whatever-it's the past, the past, and it doesn't really belong here anymore, but he can't help it. Not when he's this close, this fucking close, to a stupid ghost.
He cracks a smile, and it's a smile with no light in it, no sky. It's dead, just like he's supposed to be, and he's saying things, saying stuff about how he's repaid the favor now, so they're even, completely even. But-and this is where he pauses, where he actually takes a second to glance at Hibari, and he looks sad, looks lost, looks just a little bit annoyed when he asks, "I wonder if you actually get it this time."
And like before, he gets no answer.
It's just silence, and their feet dragging all across the concrete.
He's fine with this though; he's just fine with it, because he has nothing else to say, nothing else to really talk about since this is Hibari, and Hibari's never really been the type to listen to pointless babble. That's a herbivore's way of socializing, he might say, or maybe something along the lines of how he dislikes pathetic mingling like that. Herbivore this, mingling that, but he knows Hibari's always had his own way of grouping, even though it only surfaces when it really counts.
But that's as far as his thoughts go, because Hibari suddenly feels a lot heavier, and he takes this as a sign to slow down even more. A snail's pace, and it's like he's barely even walking, just shuffling his feet around, one step forward, another step ahead, but it feels like they aren't really going anywhere. Not like he's in any hurry-he doesn't really have a reason to move any faster than this-so he talks, he starts talking again. "When you wake up," and it almost sounds like there's a certain kind of weight to this, a different kind of emphasis, a hidden message underneath the reckless words, "you owe me another favor."
It's what they've always been about.
He does one thing, and Hibari does another, but somehow in the end, they end up being in each other's debts, and it all goes downhill and uphill from there. A routine they just sort of fall right into, like it's all they've always known, but that's how it goes.
But Gokudera says something like this, "I'll make it easier for you and tell you what I want," and it's like the makeshift order they built together is suddenly in shambles, a complete ruin. It goes against the rules (what rules?), and he knows this, but there's a whole part of him that doesn't really care. Doesn't really have enough of himself left to give a shit.
And he has to pause, he has to pause long enough to understand why the man he's carrying isn't really talking back. He has to pause long enough to laugh, to laugh so openly and brokenly at the same time, and during this, he finally lets Hibari go. Drops him carelessly on the ground (it's close enough to Namimori, at least, he thinks it's close, but fuck it, at least he'll be safer here-), and there's even a scowl on his face as he says, "Now you know what I felt like all those fucking times you just dropped me like that, you asshole." But there's next to no humor in it. Next to no malice.
He turns around and starts walking away, all the while he makes his last request. "Kill me when you see me next."
And it's funny how he just knows Hibari will find a way to repay this favor he now owes.
Funny how that's just the way it is.
Funny how that's how they've always been.
title. Like So-
genre. General.
rating. PG13.
characters. Gokudera Hayato, Hibari Kyouya; Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
warnings. Watch out for Gokudera's mouth. 13YL AU.
wordcount. 1080.
notes. Written for ironicbonds' birthday, a while back. This was supposed to be a four-part thing, but - I couldn't find the inspiration to write the other parts. Not right now, anyway, so you get the second part, haha. Hopefully I'll have the other parts written up someday. o/
disclaimer. Bodies, limbs, thoughts, &things aren't mine. I just pull the strings &stay on the sidelines, 'cause that's where the puppeteer belongs when her dolls are strutting all over the stage.
synopsis. He cracks a smile, and it's a smile with no light in it, no sky. It's dead, just like he's supposed to be, and he's saying things, saying stuff about how he's repaid the favor now, so they're even, completely even. But-and this is where he pauses, where he actually takes a second to glance at Hibari, and he looks sad, looks lost, looks just a little bit annoyed when he asks, "I wonder if you actually get it this time."
And like before, he gets no answer.
It's just silence, and their feet dragging all across the concrete.