[fic] And the Game is Still Not Over, Yet
Title:: And the Game is Still Not Over, Yet.
Day/Theme:: November 11th/I love you so much of my heart that none is left to protest
Series:: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character(s)/Pairing(s):: (TYL) Hibari Kyouya/Chrome Dokuro + Rokudo Mukuro
Rating:: R15 (for implied smut and slightly implied sex)
Word count:: 1055
Summary:: He always able to balanced the ferocity with suppleness. It might have something to do with his overly balanced and disciplined routine.
Disclaimer:: Shouldn’t have forgotten to write this. Oh well, you all know that Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and all its characters have never been mine, right? So why bother to write this in the first place? ^^v
Author’s Note:: The second installment for the Game of Love and the eleventh for 30 Days with Hibari, Chrome and sometimes Mukuro.
He left without saying anything, like usual. And she was just sitting there, on her rumpled bed sheet. She pulled her legs up to her chest and slowly, the tears fell.
“You should have not given in to his wants, my dear Chrome.”
She could hear Mukuro’s voice from inside her head, but she didn’t say anything back.
She wiped the tears off her face and pulled the blanket up to cover her bare body, the body which was covered in redden bite marks, his marks. Her chest felt heavier when she was reminded of what he had done to her, of the pleasure he had given her.
“My dear, Chrome, please. You ought not to let him play with your heart. He treated you like a toy. You deserve someone better than him.”
That made her felt worse. She curled up and tried to cover her ears, but of course she couldn’t stop Mukuro speaking to her by doing that.
“You should just leave that place and stay with me, my dearest Chrome.”
“I can’t, Mukuro-sama.”
“And why is that?”
Because I love him. But she didn’t say that. She kept her silence and Mukuro didn’t say anything to her anymore.
--
The way he kissed had never changed ever since they began their games, some months ago. It was always hard, aggressive, passionate, and vicious, even sometimes, sultry and sensual. He would savor her lips like a hungry wolf. He would bit her lips until it bleed, and then the kiss would taste like iron. His lips always felt really cold against her heated one. He still managed to keep his cool even in such blood heating activities. Their tongues would sometimes dance languorously against each other, but sometimes they would battle ferociously. It was like either of them didn’t want the others to win.
He always touched her graciously, sometimes ferociously. He would trace her bare back with his delicate and slender fingers, giving her goose bumps and making her stomach flipped. And then he would yank her hair back so he could have full access to her slender neck. While one hand was holding her head in such force that she felt her head might snap, the other was placed around her neck and she thought that he would strangle her, but he was not.
The cold fingers around her neck would slowly and endearingly tracing the skin on her neck, and then down to her chest, right between her breasts, while he marked her neck with feather light kisses. He always able to balanced the ferocity with suppleness. She thought that it might have something to do with his overly balanced and disciplined routine.
The way they played their games had never changed much. It was always him who dominated while she couldn’t do anything but let him do whatever he wanted to. He did hate to lose.
And then one night, he came to her, just like usual. His face, hair and suit were covered in blood, just like some occasions. He stepped closer to her, she thought that he was going to attacked her, like usual, but he was not. He looked at her and she looked at him. She couldn’t guess what he was going to do next. His eyes refused to tell her anything.
He took another step. No distance between their bodies now. He put his hands around her shoulders and pulled her into a deep embrace, which was really unusual. She had never felt that surprised her entire life. She could hear his steady heart beat while her own heart was beating faster and faster each seconds. She hesitantly put her own hands around his waist. When he tightened the embrace, she could feel the butterflies on her stomach and chest were fluttering like crazy.
That night, they were not playing their usual games. When they lay on her bed, fully clothed, and their limbs entwined in intricate knot, she could feel something weird was forming in her chest. Never had he treated her like this. She could never guess what had made him so gentle like that.
He hummed an unrecognizable tune to one of her ears. She had thought that he might be drunk or something because there was no way he would act like that if he was sober. But then she remembered that Hibari had never drunk any alcohol at all.
They were just lying like that for a couple of hours until he dozed off and fell asleep with his hands still wrapped around her. It was then she thought that she heard him calling her, calling her with the name she cast off ever since Mukuro saved her life. ‘Nagi…’ Why did that name sound so different when it was Hibari who called her that?
Chrome couldn’t sleep at all that night. She kept thinking about the man sleeping beside her, about what exactly that man had wanted from her other than just sex. Because if that was the only thing Hibari wanted from her, why didn’t he do it tonight? And the more she kept thinking about it, the more that weird feeling formed within her.
She thought that she was too deeply involved with Hibari now. She was thinking too much about this game they were playing, about his weird and sometimes contradicting behavior. And she knew that she was going to regret the night she fell in love with him someday.
--
“Why did you still want to be with him, my dearest Chrome?” Mukuro asked her. “You shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. All he was capable to do is hurting your body and soul.”
“I know that, Mukuro-sama.”
“If you have known that, then why, my dear Chrome? Why did you always let him to use you? Why did you always let him hurt you, hurt your heart?”
Chrome didn’t answer immediately. She knew the answer she was going to give Mukuro, the most important person in her life (other than Hibari), would disappoint him that was why she hesitated.
“He will never return the love you have given him, Chrome.”
“I know, Mukuro-sama. I know.” Chrome looked at Mukuro with a sad smile on her face and a deep frown on her forehead. “But I love him, Mukuro-sama. I love him…”
Another Note: T-T. I’m going to stop making Chrome suffering so much because the more she suffers, the more difficult it is for me to write them down. This one was slightly shorter than the first installment. Well, all the themes in 31 days are meant to be for short fics like this. At least I reached the 1000 words line. Again, reviews/comments/critiques are all very much welcomed! See you in the next and final installment! (and pray for me that I can finish it before I started my study for mid-term test. T-T) Ciao~
Day/Theme:: November 11th/I love you so much of my heart that none is left to protest
Series:: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character(s)/Pairing(s):: (TYL) Hibari Kyouya/Chrome Dokuro + Rokudo Mukuro
Rating:: R15 (for implied smut and slightly implied sex)
Word count:: 1055
Summary:: He always able to balanced the ferocity with suppleness. It might have something to do with his overly balanced and disciplined routine.
Disclaimer:: Shouldn’t have forgotten to write this. Oh well, you all know that Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and all its characters have never been mine, right? So why bother to write this in the first place? ^^v
Author’s Note:: The second installment for the Game of Love and the eleventh for 30 Days with Hibari, Chrome and sometimes Mukuro.
He left without saying anything, like usual. And she was just sitting there, on her rumpled bed sheet. She pulled her legs up to her chest and slowly, the tears fell.
“You should have not given in to his wants, my dear Chrome.”
She could hear Mukuro’s voice from inside her head, but she didn’t say anything back.
She wiped the tears off her face and pulled the blanket up to cover her bare body, the body which was covered in redden bite marks, his marks. Her chest felt heavier when she was reminded of what he had done to her, of the pleasure he had given her.
“My dear, Chrome, please. You ought not to let him play with your heart. He treated you like a toy. You deserve someone better than him.”
That made her felt worse. She curled up and tried to cover her ears, but of course she couldn’t stop Mukuro speaking to her by doing that.
“You should just leave that place and stay with me, my dearest Chrome.”
“I can’t, Mukuro-sama.”
“And why is that?”
Because I love him. But she didn’t say that. She kept her silence and Mukuro didn’t say anything to her anymore.
--
The way he kissed had never changed ever since they began their games, some months ago. It was always hard, aggressive, passionate, and vicious, even sometimes, sultry and sensual. He would savor her lips like a hungry wolf. He would bit her lips until it bleed, and then the kiss would taste like iron. His lips always felt really cold against her heated one. He still managed to keep his cool even in such blood heating activities. Their tongues would sometimes dance languorously against each other, but sometimes they would battle ferociously. It was like either of them didn’t want the others to win.
He always touched her graciously, sometimes ferociously. He would trace her bare back with his delicate and slender fingers, giving her goose bumps and making her stomach flipped. And then he would yank her hair back so he could have full access to her slender neck. While one hand was holding her head in such force that she felt her head might snap, the other was placed around her neck and she thought that he would strangle her, but he was not.
The cold fingers around her neck would slowly and endearingly tracing the skin on her neck, and then down to her chest, right between her breasts, while he marked her neck with feather light kisses. He always able to balanced the ferocity with suppleness. She thought that it might have something to do with his overly balanced and disciplined routine.
The way they played their games had never changed much. It was always him who dominated while she couldn’t do anything but let him do whatever he wanted to. He did hate to lose.
And then one night, he came to her, just like usual. His face, hair and suit were covered in blood, just like some occasions. He stepped closer to her, she thought that he was going to attacked her, like usual, but he was not. He looked at her and she looked at him. She couldn’t guess what he was going to do next. His eyes refused to tell her anything.
He took another step. No distance between their bodies now. He put his hands around her shoulders and pulled her into a deep embrace, which was really unusual. She had never felt that surprised her entire life. She could hear his steady heart beat while her own heart was beating faster and faster each seconds. She hesitantly put her own hands around his waist. When he tightened the embrace, she could feel the butterflies on her stomach and chest were fluttering like crazy.
That night, they were not playing their usual games. When they lay on her bed, fully clothed, and their limbs entwined in intricate knot, she could feel something weird was forming in her chest. Never had he treated her like this. She could never guess what had made him so gentle like that.
He hummed an unrecognizable tune to one of her ears. She had thought that he might be drunk or something because there was no way he would act like that if he was sober. But then she remembered that Hibari had never drunk any alcohol at all.
They were just lying like that for a couple of hours until he dozed off and fell asleep with his hands still wrapped around her. It was then she thought that she heard him calling her, calling her with the name she cast off ever since Mukuro saved her life. ‘Nagi…’ Why did that name sound so different when it was Hibari who called her that?
Chrome couldn’t sleep at all that night. She kept thinking about the man sleeping beside her, about what exactly that man had wanted from her other than just sex. Because if that was the only thing Hibari wanted from her, why didn’t he do it tonight? And the more she kept thinking about it, the more that weird feeling formed within her.
She thought that she was too deeply involved with Hibari now. She was thinking too much about this game they were playing, about his weird and sometimes contradicting behavior. And she knew that she was going to regret the night she fell in love with him someday.
--
“Why did you still want to be with him, my dearest Chrome?” Mukuro asked her. “You shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. All he was capable to do is hurting your body and soul.”
“I know that, Mukuro-sama.”
“If you have known that, then why, my dear Chrome? Why did you always let him to use you? Why did you always let him hurt you, hurt your heart?”
Chrome didn’t answer immediately. She knew the answer she was going to give Mukuro, the most important person in her life (other than Hibari), would disappoint him that was why she hesitated.
“He will never return the love you have given him, Chrome.”
“I know, Mukuro-sama. I know.” Chrome looked at Mukuro with a sad smile on her face and a deep frown on her forehead. “But I love him, Mukuro-sama. I love him…”
Another Note: T-T. I’m going to stop making Chrome suffering so much because the more she suffers, the more difficult it is for me to write them down. This one was slightly shorter than the first installment. Well, all the themes in 31 days are meant to be for short fics like this. At least I reached the 1000 words line. Again, reviews/comments/critiques are all very much welcomed! See you in the next and final installment! (and pray for me that I can finish it before I started my study for mid-term test. T-T) Ciao~