It's All Coming Back to Me Now (1/2)
Title: It’s All Coming Back to Me Now (Ch. 1/2- Nostalgia)
Author: selenas_magick
Pairing: Dino/Squalo
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, really (at least in this chapter); possible slight spoiler for the end of the Future Arc
Prompt: VI. 15. Dino/Squalo - nostalgia; "He thinks it's because we were drunk. Which we weren't."
Word count: +/- 775 (for this part)
A/N: This goes along with Give In To Me which was written for another prompt. You don’t have to read the other story to get what’s going on here, but it might help a little in understanding what they are talking about in the beginning. I’m pretty sure I failed big-time at writing Squalo. *head desk* I’m sorry if this is too OOC. And I’m sorry this is really late, this was my first time writing these two, and I really got stuck.
It's All Coming Back to Me Now
Shortly after Tsuna and his guardians returned from the future, Dino Cavallone and Superbi Squalo met to discuss what they knew about the whole ordeal. Both men had been troubled by the memories that had been transferred to them, and decided it would be a good idea to compare experiences.
So, the Cavallone don sat with the Varia swordsman in a booth at a tiny bistro. There was no one else in the establishment, and the two men talked as they finished their meal. At some point after the meal, over another bottle of Barolo wine, the conversation turned to their childhood and the time they had spent together attending a school for mafia kids.
“Hey, Squalo,” Dino said as he refilled their glasses. “Remember the time Romario caught us making out behind the maintenance shed at school?”
“Vooiii! We weren’t making out, you idiot!”
Dino chuckled at the swordsman’s response, “That’s what you said back then, too.”
Squalo rolled his eyes at the Cavallone boss, and took another sip from his wine glass.
“Well, if we weren’t making out, Squalo, what exactly would you call it?” Dino teased his old friend. “I was on your lap, and you were practically sucking my face off. I’m pretty sure Romario would’ve called that making out.”
The swordsman growled and waved his glass at Dino, “Doesn’t matter what he called it, he thought it was because we were drunk anyway.”
“Which we weren’t,” Dino added.
“Just how do you figure that, Bucking Horse?” Squalo raised an eyebrow as he sat back in his seat, and folded his arms across his chest. “We downed an entire bottle of whiskey in an hour. We were drunk.”
The Cavallone boss sat back and sipped his wine slowly, while he mulled over what the swordsman had said.
“Well… I’m pretty sure we weren’t all that drunk later on that night…” He paused to let what he said sink in.
Squalo couldn’t hide the slight blush that crept over his face when he realized what Dino was saying.
“We were kids, we stole a bottle of expensive whiskey that was almost full, each of us probably drank half, there’s no way we sobered up that soon.”
“Hmmm… well, I really don’t think we could've been drunk for the rest of the school year,” Dino grinned as he watched the Varia swordsman squirm in his seat.
“What’s your point, Cavallone?” Squalo snorted. “Or are you just babbling on about nothing, again?”
“I’m not babbling, and since when do I talk about nothing?” Dino shot the swordsman a hurt look.
“Ever since I’ve known you,” the silver-haired man retorted.
“Hey! That’s not true, and you know it!” Dino argued. “And yes I do have a point. Whether you want to admit it or not, Squalo, we had something between us once.”
The Varia swordsman snorted, and turned his head to look out over the empty restaurant.
“Some things are better left in the past, Cavallone.” Squalo said quietly.
“Maybe, but some things from the past need closure. If you don’t have that, it causes problems in the future.”
“Just what are you saying? That we should rehash the past? What good would it do, Bucking Horse? What’s done is done, and we can’t change what happened.” Squalo paused and took a sip of his wine. “And I’ll be honest with you; I wouldn’t want to change anything. It was all for the best, you know that as well as I.”
The two men sat in silence, drinking their wine, and mulling over what Squalo had said. The Cavallone boss didn’t agree with the Varia swordsman. He knew his feelings were real, and that deep down Squalo felt the same way.
“The restaurant’s going to close soon,” Dino said as he finished his wine. “We could continue our meeting in my office…”
“What meeting?” Squalo asked as he stood and grabbed his coat. “I think we’ve said all there is to say. I have better things to do than to hang around with you all night, Bucking Horse.”
Dino pulled on his jacket, and followed the Varia swordsman out the front door of the bistro. He didn’t want the night to end just yet, and he was pretty sure Squalo didn’t want it to end either. He caught up to the silver-haired man, and grabbed his wrist.
“You can’t deny your feelings, Squalo,” Dino looked into the other man’s eyes and smiled. “I have paperwork to finish, so I’ll be in my office until late tonight.”
The swordsman said nothing. Dino released Squalo’s wrist, and watched as the other man walked down the sidewalk and disappeared into the crowd.
Author: selenas_magick
Pairing: Dino/Squalo
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, really (at least in this chapter); possible slight spoiler for the end of the Future Arc
Prompt: VI. 15. Dino/Squalo - nostalgia; "He thinks it's because we were drunk. Which we weren't."
Word count: +/- 775 (for this part)
A/N: This goes along with Give In To Me which was written for another prompt. You don’t have to read the other story to get what’s going on here, but it might help a little in understanding what they are talking about in the beginning. I’m pretty sure I failed big-time at writing Squalo. *head desk* I’m sorry if this is too OOC. And I’m sorry this is really late, this was my first time writing these two, and I really got stuck.
It's All Coming Back to Me Now
Shortly after Tsuna and his guardians returned from the future, Dino Cavallone and Superbi Squalo met to discuss what they knew about the whole ordeal. Both men had been troubled by the memories that had been transferred to them, and decided it would be a good idea to compare experiences.
So, the Cavallone don sat with the Varia swordsman in a booth at a tiny bistro. There was no one else in the establishment, and the two men talked as they finished their meal. At some point after the meal, over another bottle of Barolo wine, the conversation turned to their childhood and the time they had spent together attending a school for mafia kids.
“Hey, Squalo,” Dino said as he refilled their glasses. “Remember the time Romario caught us making out behind the maintenance shed at school?”
“Vooiii! We weren’t making out, you idiot!”
Dino chuckled at the swordsman’s response, “That’s what you said back then, too.”
Squalo rolled his eyes at the Cavallone boss, and took another sip from his wine glass.
“Well, if we weren’t making out, Squalo, what exactly would you call it?” Dino teased his old friend. “I was on your lap, and you were practically sucking my face off. I’m pretty sure Romario would’ve called that making out.”
The swordsman growled and waved his glass at Dino, “Doesn’t matter what he called it, he thought it was because we were drunk anyway.”
“Which we weren’t,” Dino added.
“Just how do you figure that, Bucking Horse?” Squalo raised an eyebrow as he sat back in his seat, and folded his arms across his chest. “We downed an entire bottle of whiskey in an hour. We were drunk.”
The Cavallone boss sat back and sipped his wine slowly, while he mulled over what the swordsman had said.
“Well… I’m pretty sure we weren’t all that drunk later on that night…” He paused to let what he said sink in.
Squalo couldn’t hide the slight blush that crept over his face when he realized what Dino was saying.
“We were kids, we stole a bottle of expensive whiskey that was almost full, each of us probably drank half, there’s no way we sobered up that soon.”
“Hmmm… well, I really don’t think we could've been drunk for the rest of the school year,” Dino grinned as he watched the Varia swordsman squirm in his seat.
“What’s your point, Cavallone?” Squalo snorted. “Or are you just babbling on about nothing, again?”
“I’m not babbling, and since when do I talk about nothing?” Dino shot the swordsman a hurt look.
“Ever since I’ve known you,” the silver-haired man retorted.
“Hey! That’s not true, and you know it!” Dino argued. “And yes I do have a point. Whether you want to admit it or not, Squalo, we had something between us once.”
The Varia swordsman snorted, and turned his head to look out over the empty restaurant.
“Some things are better left in the past, Cavallone.” Squalo said quietly.
“Maybe, but some things from the past need closure. If you don’t have that, it causes problems in the future.”
“Just what are you saying? That we should rehash the past? What good would it do, Bucking Horse? What’s done is done, and we can’t change what happened.” Squalo paused and took a sip of his wine. “And I’ll be honest with you; I wouldn’t want to change anything. It was all for the best, you know that as well as I.”
The two men sat in silence, drinking their wine, and mulling over what Squalo had said. The Cavallone boss didn’t agree with the Varia swordsman. He knew his feelings were real, and that deep down Squalo felt the same way.
“The restaurant’s going to close soon,” Dino said as he finished his wine. “We could continue our meeting in my office…”
“What meeting?” Squalo asked as he stood and grabbed his coat. “I think we’ve said all there is to say. I have better things to do than to hang around with you all night, Bucking Horse.”
Dino pulled on his jacket, and followed the Varia swordsman out the front door of the bistro. He didn’t want the night to end just yet, and he was pretty sure Squalo didn’t want it to end either. He caught up to the silver-haired man, and grabbed his wrist.
“You can’t deny your feelings, Squalo,” Dino looked into the other man’s eyes and smiled. “I have paperwork to finish, so I’ll be in my office until late tonight.”
The swordsman said nothing. Dino released Squalo’s wrist, and watched as the other man walked down the sidewalk and disappeared into the crowd.