So -- it was short for a reason. I wanted to do more on the actual killing, but I was attempting to write something concise for once. XDD Maybe I'll go back to it and add it to the long fic I had half-finished. The long fic is a compilation, and I feel really presumptuous talking about the actual writing process, BUT --
When I was on the plane, I was reading an article in a literary/essay magazine, and it was this lady author talking -- and I had to take out my notebook and actually take notes in my own words on what she said, it was just so amazing, the ideas she gave me. XD And so I wrote Reborn/Lambo scene, a Squalo/Dino scene, a Mukuro/Tsuna scene -- some really crappy and drafty, but something nonetheless. That change of direction's making my longer fic take a while. D: Lame.
Regardless. I wrote this one, and this is the one I'll share for now, because I knew no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't fit with the longer fic -- more with the challenge. That and I love how wonderfully conflicted and stinging this pairing is, while at the same time being comforting. Like a crumbling, beautiful castle. Hibari's such an antithesis, and Dino's so warm but able. OR SOMETHING, I'M HALF-ASLEEP, OKAY. SO HERE IT IS. It's really short. :D Like three minutes of reading.
Title: Hit the Ground Running
Rating: PG (there's blood)
Summary: Trying to bring back the gritty element to the mafia while taking a small liberty with Hibari that would explain a lot of things about him, actually. Very short, not looked over.
They’re both heady from the smell of blood, the rift it has caused between the gritty reality of their stained clothing and the surreal rush of near death. A bruise forms on Hibari’s wrist. Dino’s hair is wind-blown and he would brush it out of his eyes if only the blood didn’t have a nasty habit of getting everywhere.
“This is such a bad idea,” Dino murmurs, eyeing the busy streets.
“We‘ll take other roads” Hibari says, a professional cold glance to Dino.
“Cops have a better chance of seeing us.”
“Pretend there’s no blood and they don’t notice a thing.”
Dino hums, smiles. It’s a wonder he can do that after murdering, after watching his student perform a messy execution so beautifully in that bleak alley that you had to wonder if the boy had become a demon. It‘s a wonder you found him so perfect in that imperfect, terrible moment. A little like adulation, or love. Enough of something that, with a grim face, you too killed your target as he came for you, bloodthirsty. “You’re really sure about this.”
Hibari sniffs. “I’ve done it before.”
That look, lips parted, slight smirk of acknowledgment on Hibari’s face has long since departed, but the warmth (warm as the blood staining them as they pause) in his eyes is still there. Headiness, yes. Surprise, admiration, that’s what matters. He wasn’t lying, the mouth says with its slight curve; he really is who he says he is. He can be, if you just push him.
Dino smiles again. “You hate crowds.”
Hibari gazes at him plainly, ready to attack him.
“Kyouya, you’re too cute.”
Very ready to attack.
“We’ll rush in, we’ll rush out. Just a few seconds, then we’ll be on our own. No one’s going to see a thing.”
Hibari pauses, then mouths a ‘whatever’ and dives in before Dino can even think about how to do this properly. Presses against and into the rush hour traffic of businessmen, housewives, schoolchildren at the intersection and lining the streets. Dino takes a breath, shoves his bloody hands in his pockets, jogs after Hibari with his head ducked.
It‘s like a disorienting wave, all those people trying to move around you. All these people you‘re protecting when you kill the killers -- the ones that keep their eyes off you and only on the other side of the intersection, the ones that perhaps smell blood but try not to think about what it means -- these are the people you‘re supposed to protect. What a daunting task to do alone. “The world is too big.” He knits his eyebrows, weaving, sinking in that deep sea of human lives. All this here? This is what you’ve had to protect by yourself until today, when silently Hibari followed you to help you with the dirty work. Because it was sad to see you without someone. “Too vast.”
Hibari glides through them. “Then stay close,” he says, voice strained.
Irritated businessmen are in Dino’s way for the first time in his life. He dodges them, encounters the meandering children next, touches their heads and excuses himself, trips toward that unsettled direction.
“There are too many people,” Hibari says, when he spares one glance back and realizes he’s lost sight of Dino. Any trail of red blood blots like wax are veiled under the repetition of footsteps all around him. He’s close to panicking now, it’s like drowning, being without.
“Then hold my hand,” so close to his ear is Dino‘s voice. He takes Hibari’s hand with clumsy firmness, creates a little space only they can fill in among amidst all that clamor of movement. Their hands are slipping against each other’s, blood-wet and flighty. They hold tighter.
Right -- off to sleep or work, hahahahah. XD I'm eating really good cake.
ETA: WOAH. WOAH. .....I just had the trippiest Dino/Hibari dream in the world. It was like -- really disconcerting, almost. The ones where you wake up with a knot in your stomach. Wow. ....D: