double ficlets (Dino/Hibari)
Title: Between the Acts
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Dino/Hibari
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Er, total lack of plot, I suppose.
Word Count: 925
Note: There is no rhyme or reason for these drabbles. They have neither plot nor clear timeline either. Just for fun :D And because seeing Dino becoming a teacher in Namimori FOR REAL amuses me to no end lol
(present day)
For the some-hundredth time, Hibari Kyouya wondered what he had done to deserve any of these.
He eyed the heap which had fallen down the stairs and ended up at his feet with so much dislike it bordered on disgust. Said heap stirred, muttered a dejected ‘ouch’, and revealed itself to be the sorry excuse of a human being who had once dared called himself Hibari Kyouya’s mentor.
The corner of Kyouya’s left eyebrow twitched. There had been a time when Namimori School had enjoyed the reputation of being a peaceful abode, free of golden-haired menaces and innocent-looking weapons of mass destruction disguised in the shell of small, green, harmless chelonians. Such times, however, were now things of fancy, mere whispers of a distant past. The tragedy of the present was all but too clear in contrast-so clear and absolutely degrading that he gnashed his teeth and moved to kick the heap in the face-
“Kyouya.”
-only to be confronted with the face of Dino Cavallone looking up, grinning as if he was beholding the most beautiful thing on earth, and Kyouya could feel his heartbeat falter, into a painful, stuttering cadence which ludicrously reminded him of-
“Ouch!” This second exclamation was louder and considerably more spirited. Kyouya watched, basking in some measure of satisfaction as Dino rubbed his cheek which had just been reacquainted with a familiar tonfa. “What was that for?”
“You know what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Because my tonfa has just turned you into an even more idiotic idiot?”
“Because there are two conflicting premises present. You never cared before if I fell down, and now you care enough to hit me. Why?”
Kyouya could hear the answer laughing at him. Maniacally. However, turning around and leaving without a word could only be considered cowardly in his book, no matter for what reason. The remaining course of action was obvious: to bring his other tonfa down upon the unsuspecting unfortunate, with just enough force to leave his victim unconscious-utterly.
Dino’s body hit the floor with a satisfying thud. Kyouya breathed more freely.
At least, with the other party being unable to witness and/or communicate further, there could be no question of cowardice.
(ten years later)
And this is how they danced. The door’s click was the tilt of the conductor’s baton. Then feet moved, hands rose, ruthless fingers grasping immaculate lapels, ruining balance and perfection in one single stroke. Then it was back against wall, chest against chest, mouth against mouth, and Kyouya remembered a time when Dino Cavallone had been nothing but Dino Cavallone, a name not worth mentioning, a shadow of insignificance.
The comparison made him bristle-for the other man did not change, that blinding smile, that easy acceptance of his (supposed to be) daunting presence, that grinning mouth which never failed to make him growl, and finally bite down, just enough to hurt, not to draw blood. The silent gasp marked their coda. Kyouya withdrew, neither victorious nor satisfied, but such a minor skirmish mattered very little. Their war was never-ending.
“It’s nice to see you too, Kyouya,” Dino greeted, almost sweetly. The tuxedo he wore was now rumpled, the shirt ceased and bowtie askew. The sight would have given Kyouya some amount of satisfaction but for the fact that everything had felt too easy.
“If I were someone else,” he deadpanned, “you would have been dead by now.”
“If you were someone else,” Dino responded, his grin unrepentant, “you would never have gotten to the window, let alone this close to me.”
Kyouya arched an eyebrow. “Confident, aren’t you?”
“I believe in my men,” was the placid reply. “Are you joining the party tonight? We would be honoured.”
A ripple of laughter wafted in from the celebration outside, only muffled by the door they were leaning against. Kyouya wrinkled his nose in distaste at the thought of a crowd gathering outside. “As if.” He dug into his pocket for a small package and threw it at Dino’s direction. “That’s the proof you want.”
Dino looked mildly impressed. “Already? I must say, your swiftness is truly unparalleled.” He considered the package in his hand, smiling. “This will certainly give us some leverage in the meeting tomorrow. Tsuna will be pleased.”
“I didn’t do it for him.”
“I know.”
Kyouya narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t do it for you either.”
Dino only smiled-and the thing about his smiles was that they could mean everything and nothing at once. The old Hibari Kyouya would have assumed the worst and rushed to challenge this latest example of impertinence, both teeth and tonfa bared. Now, he chose a different method of attack, using lips, tongue, and especially teeth, until he tasted the sharp tang of Dino’s blood.
“Is that part of the payment?” Dino asked, testing his lower lip with a gloved thumb. His eyes had darkened a shade, and Kyouya was familiar enough with the fire behind it not to smile triumphantly.
“More like a bonus.”
“Indeed?” Dino’s thumb traced a line on his lips, leaving a faint trail of blood which he could not help but lick clean. “I’m flattered, Kyouya. Does this mean I don’t have to pay for the rest either?”
“Oh, you are going to pay.” A knee pressing slowly between his legs wrested a gasp from Dino’s throat; Kyouya welcomed it with a smirk. “The form and timing, however, will be of my choosing, not yours.”
“That sounds promising.”
“Wait until I’m done with you, Cavallone.”
Dino laughed. “And even more promising.”
End
Note: I've missed writing these two ;~;
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Dino/Hibari
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Er, total lack of plot, I suppose.
Word Count: 925
Note: There is no rhyme or reason for these drabbles. They have neither plot nor clear timeline either. Just for fun :D And because seeing Dino becoming a teacher in Namimori FOR REAL amuses me to no end lol
(present day)
For the some-hundredth time, Hibari Kyouya wondered what he had done to deserve any of these.
He eyed the heap which had fallen down the stairs and ended up at his feet with so much dislike it bordered on disgust. Said heap stirred, muttered a dejected ‘ouch’, and revealed itself to be the sorry excuse of a human being who had once dared called himself Hibari Kyouya’s mentor.
The corner of Kyouya’s left eyebrow twitched. There had been a time when Namimori School had enjoyed the reputation of being a peaceful abode, free of golden-haired menaces and innocent-looking weapons of mass destruction disguised in the shell of small, green, harmless chelonians. Such times, however, were now things of fancy, mere whispers of a distant past. The tragedy of the present was all but too clear in contrast-so clear and absolutely degrading that he gnashed his teeth and moved to kick the heap in the face-
“Kyouya.”
-only to be confronted with the face of Dino Cavallone looking up, grinning as if he was beholding the most beautiful thing on earth, and Kyouya could feel his heartbeat falter, into a painful, stuttering cadence which ludicrously reminded him of-
“Ouch!” This second exclamation was louder and considerably more spirited. Kyouya watched, basking in some measure of satisfaction as Dino rubbed his cheek which had just been reacquainted with a familiar tonfa. “What was that for?”
“You know what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Because my tonfa has just turned you into an even more idiotic idiot?”
“Because there are two conflicting premises present. You never cared before if I fell down, and now you care enough to hit me. Why?”
Kyouya could hear the answer laughing at him. Maniacally. However, turning around and leaving without a word could only be considered cowardly in his book, no matter for what reason. The remaining course of action was obvious: to bring his other tonfa down upon the unsuspecting unfortunate, with just enough force to leave his victim unconscious-utterly.
Dino’s body hit the floor with a satisfying thud. Kyouya breathed more freely.
At least, with the other party being unable to witness and/or communicate further, there could be no question of cowardice.
(ten years later)
And this is how they danced. The door’s click was the tilt of the conductor’s baton. Then feet moved, hands rose, ruthless fingers grasping immaculate lapels, ruining balance and perfection in one single stroke. Then it was back against wall, chest against chest, mouth against mouth, and Kyouya remembered a time when Dino Cavallone had been nothing but Dino Cavallone, a name not worth mentioning, a shadow of insignificance.
The comparison made him bristle-for the other man did not change, that blinding smile, that easy acceptance of his (supposed to be) daunting presence, that grinning mouth which never failed to make him growl, and finally bite down, just enough to hurt, not to draw blood. The silent gasp marked their coda. Kyouya withdrew, neither victorious nor satisfied, but such a minor skirmish mattered very little. Their war was never-ending.
“It’s nice to see you too, Kyouya,” Dino greeted, almost sweetly. The tuxedo he wore was now rumpled, the shirt ceased and bowtie askew. The sight would have given Kyouya some amount of satisfaction but for the fact that everything had felt too easy.
“If I were someone else,” he deadpanned, “you would have been dead by now.”
“If you were someone else,” Dino responded, his grin unrepentant, “you would never have gotten to the window, let alone this close to me.”
Kyouya arched an eyebrow. “Confident, aren’t you?”
“I believe in my men,” was the placid reply. “Are you joining the party tonight? We would be honoured.”
A ripple of laughter wafted in from the celebration outside, only muffled by the door they were leaning against. Kyouya wrinkled his nose in distaste at the thought of a crowd gathering outside. “As if.” He dug into his pocket for a small package and threw it at Dino’s direction. “That’s the proof you want.”
Dino looked mildly impressed. “Already? I must say, your swiftness is truly unparalleled.” He considered the package in his hand, smiling. “This will certainly give us some leverage in the meeting tomorrow. Tsuna will be pleased.”
“I didn’t do it for him.”
“I know.”
Kyouya narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t do it for you either.”
Dino only smiled-and the thing about his smiles was that they could mean everything and nothing at once. The old Hibari Kyouya would have assumed the worst and rushed to challenge this latest example of impertinence, both teeth and tonfa bared. Now, he chose a different method of attack, using lips, tongue, and especially teeth, until he tasted the sharp tang of Dino’s blood.
“Is that part of the payment?” Dino asked, testing his lower lip with a gloved thumb. His eyes had darkened a shade, and Kyouya was familiar enough with the fire behind it not to smile triumphantly.
“More like a bonus.”
“Indeed?” Dino’s thumb traced a line on his lips, leaving a faint trail of blood which he could not help but lick clean. “I’m flattered, Kyouya. Does this mean I don’t have to pay for the rest either?”
“Oh, you are going to pay.” A knee pressing slowly between his legs wrested a gasp from Dino’s throat; Kyouya welcomed it with a smirk. “The form and timing, however, will be of my choosing, not yours.”
“That sounds promising.”
“Wait until I’m done with you, Cavallone.”
Dino laughed. “And even more promising.”
End
Note: I've missed writing these two ;~;