Leaders of tomorrow - Procrastinators
For darling g3ssh0ku and pinksnow1986 just because you'd understand ;D 831/2500 words for my essay, icon says everything as usual D;
Title: Swan song
Pairing: Hibari Kyouya x Gokudera Hayato, 1859 if you squint that is~
Rating: PG
Summary: Gokudera is a sore loser but Hibari chooses to overlook it.
Gokudera Hayato was never going to live this down. He cursed under his breath at the fix he was in. Fuck fuck fuck. He wasn't going to shame the Tenth's good name. No. Nobody from his family could know about this... this rendevous, Hibari called it. It was his... no, their secret, Hibari's words again. And at the thought, he blanched visibly, resisting the urge to shudder. That old-fashioned freak of nature. To think he, the right hand man of the esteemed Vongola family was being threatened, by a fellow guardian no less. Fuck. Gokudera decided there and then that he would not let this go, he was going to beat the bastard at his own game. You'll see, I don't play the piano for nobody.
He paused in his elaborate death plan, one made up of desecrating the damn school that Hibari was so obssessed with his new dynamite formation, one that he conveniently hadn't mastered. Details details, Gokudera shrugged it off. He'll worry about that later but first, he had to locate his target. Gokudera licked his chapped lips as his eyes systematically mapped out the possible locations of ambush, anywhere Hibari might enter. But the auditorium was pitch black, save for the sole light source from the spotlight illuminating the grand piano at centre-stage. He noted that the entrance doubled as the exit. It was a locked room and he smirked. It was perfect and Hibari was late. Now he had an excuse to get out of this and yet something didn't sit well. It was a prickly feeling, as though he was being assessed... or watched. Fuck.
Hibari Kyouya was already in the auditorium, seated in relative darkness, waiting for the personal showcase. His gaze sharp and unyielding, like a hawk trained on his prey. And Gokudera was the specimen for observation today. He allowed a small smirk to grace the edge of his lips at Gokudera's incredulous expression as he whirled around to see his arch nemesis seated languidly on the front row - a vision of peace.
'How did he get there? Without me noticing?' But he refused to give Hibari the satisfaction and suppressed his curiousities, instead he lept easily onto the stage, sauntering to the grand piano. Gokudera felt a delicious current shoot through him as he sat down before the piano.
"Play it," that smug voice cut into his private reminances and Gokudera shot Hibari a venomous look. Cocky bastard with no romantic bone.
"I don't know why I'm doing this," Gokudera's tone was gruff but his touch on the polished rosewood was tender, akin to that of a lover.
"You should be thankful that I'm being benevolent with my punishment, considering that you've skipped too many classes to even bargain for anything less," Hibari drawled, stretching to his full height as he closed their distance, daring the silver haired boy to refute him.
Gokudera doesn't answer, he knows that he's backed against the wall and that any retaliation would only serve to amuse Hibari. So instead he closed his eyes, blocking out his immediate surroundings. Arching his fingers into position, he recalls the tune and draws out every note in his head. They come out like his scientific charts. Little squiggly black notes, stacked haphazardly to connect the lines of the graph.
Hibari doesn't take well to being ignored and he circles the piano. It is subtle but he senses it, the sudden change in the quality of the air around Gokudera. He shakes the ridiculous thought away, choosing instead to lean on his vantage point - the edge of the piano to Gokudera's right, where he has a perfect view of those ivory fingers dancing up a storm on black and white keys.
A storm, Hibari scoffs inwardly. How appropriate. The head prefect smiles, only because he knows that Gokudera isn't looking.
He noted that the Namimori school anthem was unsually heavy and somewhat grand. Swift and sure, manifested in Gokudera's playing. Those fingers easily coax the melody out into the atmosphere. Like the heavy fall of rain, it covers every crevice of the auditorium and Hibari isn't spared the onslaught but he isn't impressed. It was the least he expected from the silver haired half Italian. He chose Gokudera after all.
And as abruptly as he begun, Gokudera ended the anthem. He knew he made a couple of mistakes in the middle but he was sure Hibari would be none the wiser. Opening one eye to peek for a reaction, Gokudera found Hibari's beady, dead-fish-like eyes staring back at him. Startled, he fell out of the leather piano bench and onto the wooden floor in an ungraceful heap.
"What the hell do you..." Before Gokudera could let out the string of expletives that he had been holding back, Hibari bent over and brushed a ghost of a kiss to the edge of Gokudera's open mouth.
"Consider your detention served." And with that, the head prefect turned on his heel and left, as if nothing had transpired between them.
Gokuera just sat there, gaping dazedly, all plans for revenge forgotten.
OMAKE
'I swear he's the only one who likes the lame-ass school anthem.' But Gokudera doesn't verbalise that thought. He is not as stupid as he let them think he is. He just doesn't want the credit. The dynamite expert knew very well that Hibari Kyouya was a force to be reckoned with.
Afterall... he's already got a taste of it. Fuck. Where is the mouth wash?
But what Gokudera never got to know was that Hibari stacked the cards in the game of blackjack or the dare Reborn dared Hibari into.
Title: Swan song
Pairing: Hibari Kyouya x Gokudera Hayato, 1859 if you squint that is~
Rating: PG
Summary: Gokudera is a sore loser but Hibari chooses to overlook it.
Gokudera Hayato was never going to live this down. He cursed under his breath at the fix he was in. Fuck fuck fuck. He wasn't going to shame the Tenth's good name. No. Nobody from his family could know about this... this rendevous, Hibari called it. It was his... no, their secret, Hibari's words again. And at the thought, he blanched visibly, resisting the urge to shudder. That old-fashioned freak of nature. To think he, the right hand man of the esteemed Vongola family was being threatened, by a fellow guardian no less. Fuck. Gokudera decided there and then that he would not let this go, he was going to beat the bastard at his own game. You'll see, I don't play the piano for nobody.
He paused in his elaborate death plan, one made up of desecrating the damn school that Hibari was so obssessed with his new dynamite formation, one that he conveniently hadn't mastered. Details details, Gokudera shrugged it off. He'll worry about that later but first, he had to locate his target. Gokudera licked his chapped lips as his eyes systematically mapped out the possible locations of ambush, anywhere Hibari might enter. But the auditorium was pitch black, save for the sole light source from the spotlight illuminating the grand piano at centre-stage. He noted that the entrance doubled as the exit. It was a locked room and he smirked. It was perfect and Hibari was late. Now he had an excuse to get out of this and yet something didn't sit well. It was a prickly feeling, as though he was being assessed... or watched. Fuck.
Hibari Kyouya was already in the auditorium, seated in relative darkness, waiting for the personal showcase. His gaze sharp and unyielding, like a hawk trained on his prey. And Gokudera was the specimen for observation today. He allowed a small smirk to grace the edge of his lips at Gokudera's incredulous expression as he whirled around to see his arch nemesis seated languidly on the front row - a vision of peace.
'How did he get there? Without me noticing?' But he refused to give Hibari the satisfaction and suppressed his curiousities, instead he lept easily onto the stage, sauntering to the grand piano. Gokudera felt a delicious current shoot through him as he sat down before the piano.
"Play it," that smug voice cut into his private reminances and Gokudera shot Hibari a venomous look. Cocky bastard with no romantic bone.
"I don't know why I'm doing this," Gokudera's tone was gruff but his touch on the polished rosewood was tender, akin to that of a lover.
"You should be thankful that I'm being benevolent with my punishment, considering that you've skipped too many classes to even bargain for anything less," Hibari drawled, stretching to his full height as he closed their distance, daring the silver haired boy to refute him.
Gokudera doesn't answer, he knows that he's backed against the wall and that any retaliation would only serve to amuse Hibari. So instead he closed his eyes, blocking out his immediate surroundings. Arching his fingers into position, he recalls the tune and draws out every note in his head. They come out like his scientific charts. Little squiggly black notes, stacked haphazardly to connect the lines of the graph.
Hibari doesn't take well to being ignored and he circles the piano. It is subtle but he senses it, the sudden change in the quality of the air around Gokudera. He shakes the ridiculous thought away, choosing instead to lean on his vantage point - the edge of the piano to Gokudera's right, where he has a perfect view of those ivory fingers dancing up a storm on black and white keys.
A storm, Hibari scoffs inwardly. How appropriate. The head prefect smiles, only because he knows that Gokudera isn't looking.
He noted that the Namimori school anthem was unsually heavy and somewhat grand. Swift and sure, manifested in Gokudera's playing. Those fingers easily coax the melody out into the atmosphere. Like the heavy fall of rain, it covers every crevice of the auditorium and Hibari isn't spared the onslaught but he isn't impressed. It was the least he expected from the silver haired half Italian. He chose Gokudera after all.
And as abruptly as he begun, Gokudera ended the anthem. He knew he made a couple of mistakes in the middle but he was sure Hibari would be none the wiser. Opening one eye to peek for a reaction, Gokudera found Hibari's beady, dead-fish-like eyes staring back at him. Startled, he fell out of the leather piano bench and onto the wooden floor in an ungraceful heap.
"What the hell do you..." Before Gokudera could let out the string of expletives that he had been holding back, Hibari bent over and brushed a ghost of a kiss to the edge of Gokudera's open mouth.
"Consider your detention served." And with that, the head prefect turned on his heel and left, as if nothing had transpired between them.
Gokuera just sat there, gaping dazedly, all plans for revenge forgotten.
OMAKE
'I swear he's the only one who likes the lame-ass school anthem.' But Gokudera doesn't verbalise that thought. He is not as stupid as he let them think he is. He just doesn't want the credit. The dynamite expert knew very well that Hibari Kyouya was a force to be reckoned with.
Afterall... he's already got a taste of it. Fuck. Where is the mouth wash?
But what Gokudera never got to know was that Hibari stacked the cards in the game of blackjack or the dare Reborn dared Hibari into.