Fanfic: You Jump, I Jump (Dino/Hibari)
Something I wrote after reading recent manga developments ♥
Title: You Jump, I Jump
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Dino/Hibari
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SPOILERS to manga chapter 373. Oh, and fluff /runs
Word Count: 1309
Summary: In which Hibari cannot get over the fact that Dino (spoiler) saved him.
Note: Please forgive the Titanic-esque title. It bears connection to the fic, I promise xD
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All it took was one second. One wrong move. One moment of carelessness.
In short, one mistake-and the repercussions would be haunting his footsteps for the rest of his life.
Kyouya would have found the postulate curious, even worthy of a deeper reflection, if the degree of irritation which was speedily rising and conquering his entire faculties at the glimpse of that hair and that jacket had not completely obliterated any possible advent of curiosity. How the man could have followed him here was utterly beyond him.
“What are you doing here?”
Even the acerbic tone generously infused into his voice failed to make a dent on Cavallone’s grin. “The view is amazing,” he replied mildly, having successfully reached his destination. For a man with a penchant to fall over every imaginable surface, he seemed relatively unconcerned about his present location-which was nothing short of daunting to say the least.
Tokyo Tower would not have been Hibari Kyouya’s first choice of haven in any normal circumstance. The distance from Namimori, for one, was a serious detriment. It was completely defeated, however, by the fact that Dino had come to know every corner of Namimori nearly as well as he did-and as the result, could always find him whenever he felt the least inclination to be a disturbance.
And thus why he had ru- escaped to the aforesaid tower. (To the pinnacle of the aforesaid tower, to be precise.) The steel skeleton was an unfriendly environment at best, but coupled with the vicious wind blowing amidst the constellation of beams and rafters at this altitude, it had turned into an unquestionably hostile one.
The narrow breadth of the beam which carried both of their weights was yet another point to be considered discouraging; Cavallone, unfortunately, did not seem to mind any of these.
“You’re still angry at me,” he said instead.
Kyouya refused to merit the accusation, however indisputable, with an answer. His eyes were fixed on the glittering city sprawled at his feet. Such a riot of colours was worthy of a palette of any master painter, and the breathtaking sight would have been an enjoyable one had he not been so rudely deprived of his right of privacy.
“Leave me alone,” he snapped.
“Oh, come on, Kyouya, it has been six months. Why are you still running away from me?”
Six months ago, the accusation would have unleashed the worst tier of hell upon the unsuspecting world; now, all that destructive power was condensed into one glare-which did not even make the bane of his existence flinch.
“You are, you know. Why else are you here?”
“Because the view is amazing?” he retorted sarcastically.
“A joke, Kyouya? Well, my influence is wonderful, isn’t it?”
“Just fall down and die.”
If anything, it only served to widen Dino’s grin. A sane man, Kyouya reflected venomously, would have recognised that one line he should never cross and halted his progress accordingly. A sane man would have sensed a menace to the continuity of his self-preservation and immediately obeyed the shrill warning of his intuition. A sane man would have ceased and desisted long, long, long time ago.
Dino Cavallone was not a sane man. The serene smile which was obstinately gracing his face had established as much.
“I’ll consider it once you have answered this question. If I had not saved you back then,” (and the bastard, of course, had to put an emphasis on that accursed verb,) “what do you think would have happened?”
“I would have died,” Kyouya replied icily. The notion of himself being in such a state as demise failed to make any impression in him. In fact, compared to the blonde-haired menace standing before him, the idea seemed positively harmless.
“Exactly. So I chose the most preferable solution, and you have never forgiven me for it. Don’t you think that’s a little bit unfair?”
“What does this have to do with fairness?”
“A good, legitimate point, which I have yet to consider,” Dino murmured thoughtfully. “Then again, I happen to agree with you. What does love have to do with fairness indeed?”
“Stop twisting my words, you annoying horse,” Kyouya snarled, brandishing teeth and tonfa both.
“Ah, but all words are double-edged-”
There was a blessed second of silence, during which no exasperating voice seemed to be able to reach his ears. The world had suddenly become a much more tolerable place.
Until the next second, when Kyouya suddenly realised that it was, of course, because Cavallone had slipped.
He did not pause; neither the debilitating edge of shock nor the sudden grip of nightmare had made him pause. His Vongola weapon was out of its box before he could blink, and he did not even breathe until its length had been tied securely around Dino’s form.
The process took no more than five seconds-and pulling him up took no more than ten-but it was one full minute before Kyouya could find his voice.
“Are you an idiot?”
“Well, yes, obviously, since I have fallen in love with you,” Dino managed to say between his efforts to unshackle his limbs from the chain’s choking hold and regain a firm footing on the narrow beam. The plunge clearly impaired his wits not at all.
“That’s your business,” Kyouya hissed, “not mine.”
Dino shot him an innocent smile. “True, except for the fact that you just saved me. And thank you, Kyouya,” he added quickly, before any of the tonfas could speak their blunt, brutal language. “For saving my life. And that means we are even now, aren’t we?”
There was a brief moment of silence-and then Kyouya realised what Dino had just done, and promptly saw red. With a snarl of rage, he advanced, seeking retribution. His first attack was blocked, and so was the second. The third found only air.
Kyouya clenched his teeth. Whatever Cavallone’s other failings were, he had speed-that much was certain.
And nerve. Only a person in possession of an impeccable command to fear could ever manage to navigate the breadth of their foothold and slip behind him. Frustration gave way to astonishment, and Kyouya stood rigid, silent, as Dino’s arms came around him, the whistling wind streaming about them and the world glittering at their feet.
“You jump, I jump,” came the whimsical whisper that caressed his ear. Kyouya felt his lips curl in distaste.
“What’s this-the six-hundredth love declaration of the day?”
“No, love, this is a promise,” Dino explained, amused but sincere-he was always so damned sincere. “A promise to save you, to always save you if something like what happened six months ago should occur again. That is the reason why I will jump if you do. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but just like what you did not one minute ago-without doubt, without even a blink-that is how much you mean for me too.”
“That was an accident,” Kyouya declared flatly.
Dino’s laugh was low and rich, rumbling across his back. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Should we hold another experiment? Because I would, you know.”
Kyouya had absolutely no doubt. Cavallone would readily gamble his life for this, because he truly believed that the cruel, heartless, unfeeling Hibari Kyouya would save him, bad reputations or no.
And he would, damn his stupid, impulsive, rebellious heart.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he growled at the black fur which had boldly invaded his periphery.
“Of course not,” Dino responded meekly.
“You are not forgiven yet.”
“Well, perhaps if I devote the rest of my life to you, then hopefully one day I will attain your forgiveness?”
“Maybe when you die.”
“I will die a very happy man.”
“Stop talking.”
“Yes, Kyouya.” A grin was pressed to the crook of his neck, and then there was silence.
End
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Title: You Jump, I Jump
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Dino/Hibari
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SPOILERS to manga chapter 373. Oh, and fluff /runs
Word Count: 1309
Summary: In which Hibari cannot get over the fact that Dino (spoiler) saved him.
Note: Please forgive the Titanic-esque title. It bears connection to the fic, I promise xD
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All it took was one second. One wrong move. One moment of carelessness.
In short, one mistake-and the repercussions would be haunting his footsteps for the rest of his life.
Kyouya would have found the postulate curious, even worthy of a deeper reflection, if the degree of irritation which was speedily rising and conquering his entire faculties at the glimpse of that hair and that jacket had not completely obliterated any possible advent of curiosity. How the man could have followed him here was utterly beyond him.
“What are you doing here?”
Even the acerbic tone generously infused into his voice failed to make a dent on Cavallone’s grin. “The view is amazing,” he replied mildly, having successfully reached his destination. For a man with a penchant to fall over every imaginable surface, he seemed relatively unconcerned about his present location-which was nothing short of daunting to say the least.
Tokyo Tower would not have been Hibari Kyouya’s first choice of haven in any normal circumstance. The distance from Namimori, for one, was a serious detriment. It was completely defeated, however, by the fact that Dino had come to know every corner of Namimori nearly as well as he did-and as the result, could always find him whenever he felt the least inclination to be a disturbance.
And thus why he had ru- escaped to the aforesaid tower. (To the pinnacle of the aforesaid tower, to be precise.) The steel skeleton was an unfriendly environment at best, but coupled with the vicious wind blowing amidst the constellation of beams and rafters at this altitude, it had turned into an unquestionably hostile one.
The narrow breadth of the beam which carried both of their weights was yet another point to be considered discouraging; Cavallone, unfortunately, did not seem to mind any of these.
“You’re still angry at me,” he said instead.
Kyouya refused to merit the accusation, however indisputable, with an answer. His eyes were fixed on the glittering city sprawled at his feet. Such a riot of colours was worthy of a palette of any master painter, and the breathtaking sight would have been an enjoyable one had he not been so rudely deprived of his right of privacy.
“Leave me alone,” he snapped.
“Oh, come on, Kyouya, it has been six months. Why are you still running away from me?”
Six months ago, the accusation would have unleashed the worst tier of hell upon the unsuspecting world; now, all that destructive power was condensed into one glare-which did not even make the bane of his existence flinch.
“You are, you know. Why else are you here?”
“Because the view is amazing?” he retorted sarcastically.
“A joke, Kyouya? Well, my influence is wonderful, isn’t it?”
“Just fall down and die.”
If anything, it only served to widen Dino’s grin. A sane man, Kyouya reflected venomously, would have recognised that one line he should never cross and halted his progress accordingly. A sane man would have sensed a menace to the continuity of his self-preservation and immediately obeyed the shrill warning of his intuition. A sane man would have ceased and desisted long, long, long time ago.
Dino Cavallone was not a sane man. The serene smile which was obstinately gracing his face had established as much.
“I’ll consider it once you have answered this question. If I had not saved you back then,” (and the bastard, of course, had to put an emphasis on that accursed verb,) “what do you think would have happened?”
“I would have died,” Kyouya replied icily. The notion of himself being in such a state as demise failed to make any impression in him. In fact, compared to the blonde-haired menace standing before him, the idea seemed positively harmless.
“Exactly. So I chose the most preferable solution, and you have never forgiven me for it. Don’t you think that’s a little bit unfair?”
“What does this have to do with fairness?”
“A good, legitimate point, which I have yet to consider,” Dino murmured thoughtfully. “Then again, I happen to agree with you. What does love have to do with fairness indeed?”
“Stop twisting my words, you annoying horse,” Kyouya snarled, brandishing teeth and tonfa both.
“Ah, but all words are double-edged-”
There was a blessed second of silence, during which no exasperating voice seemed to be able to reach his ears. The world had suddenly become a much more tolerable place.
Until the next second, when Kyouya suddenly realised that it was, of course, because Cavallone had slipped.
He did not pause; neither the debilitating edge of shock nor the sudden grip of nightmare had made him pause. His Vongola weapon was out of its box before he could blink, and he did not even breathe until its length had been tied securely around Dino’s form.
The process took no more than five seconds-and pulling him up took no more than ten-but it was one full minute before Kyouya could find his voice.
“Are you an idiot?”
“Well, yes, obviously, since I have fallen in love with you,” Dino managed to say between his efforts to unshackle his limbs from the chain’s choking hold and regain a firm footing on the narrow beam. The plunge clearly impaired his wits not at all.
“That’s your business,” Kyouya hissed, “not mine.”
Dino shot him an innocent smile. “True, except for the fact that you just saved me. And thank you, Kyouya,” he added quickly, before any of the tonfas could speak their blunt, brutal language. “For saving my life. And that means we are even now, aren’t we?”
There was a brief moment of silence-and then Kyouya realised what Dino had just done, and promptly saw red. With a snarl of rage, he advanced, seeking retribution. His first attack was blocked, and so was the second. The third found only air.
Kyouya clenched his teeth. Whatever Cavallone’s other failings were, he had speed-that much was certain.
And nerve. Only a person in possession of an impeccable command to fear could ever manage to navigate the breadth of their foothold and slip behind him. Frustration gave way to astonishment, and Kyouya stood rigid, silent, as Dino’s arms came around him, the whistling wind streaming about them and the world glittering at their feet.
“You jump, I jump,” came the whimsical whisper that caressed his ear. Kyouya felt his lips curl in distaste.
“What’s this-the six-hundredth love declaration of the day?”
“No, love, this is a promise,” Dino explained, amused but sincere-he was always so damned sincere. “A promise to save you, to always save you if something like what happened six months ago should occur again. That is the reason why I will jump if you do. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but just like what you did not one minute ago-without doubt, without even a blink-that is how much you mean for me too.”
“That was an accident,” Kyouya declared flatly.
Dino’s laugh was low and rich, rumbling across his back. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Should we hold another experiment? Because I would, you know.”
Kyouya had absolutely no doubt. Cavallone would readily gamble his life for this, because he truly believed that the cruel, heartless, unfeeling Hibari Kyouya would save him, bad reputations or no.
And he would, damn his stupid, impulsive, rebellious heart.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he growled at the black fur which had boldly invaded his periphery.
“Of course not,” Dino responded meekly.
“You are not forgiven yet.”
“Well, perhaps if I devote the rest of my life to you, then hopefully one day I will attain your forgiveness?”
“Maybe when you die.”
“I will die a very happy man.”
“Stop talking.”
“Yes, Kyouya.” A grin was pressed to the crook of his neck, and then there was silence.
End
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