Crunch.
It wasn't until he heard the dry Fall leaves making noise behind him that he knew expected, but uninvited, guest had arrived.
Snap!
Calmly he set down the small clay cup that held a strong tasting liquid in it; the man would always claim it was Green Tea, but people always had their doubts about it. He turned around to see the familiar face, the face he hated the most out of everyone he had come across in his years. A face that had closed eyes and the typical wide, goofy grin plastered on his face. His hair had gotten a bit longer, he noticed, the layers were becoming even more uneven than they normally were and some were even sticking out like he had just rolled out of bed like that.
Did he mention that he hated this face?
Looking around he noticed that there weren't any of his body guards flocking him and the blond man before him was oddly dressed in a black suit with a grey button up underneath—it didn't suit his looks at all.
"Did you really attend the funeral like that?" The question was cool, bored sounding almost. This sort of visiting had become too routine; in a moment the man would step onto the ledge to come sit by him but would slip and fall on his face. If his guards weren't around his body would always get like that, his theory was that it was because he felt too relaxed without them. That he doesn't have anyone to protect if things got messy.
So when he didn't fall it threw him off, there hadn't been a day gone by that the man hadn't fallen on his face because of his clumsiness. This was a different route than normal and he wasn't sure what to think. Were his guards nearby after all in some unforeseen place? No, he would've sensed their presence at least.
Eyes opened to reveal brown eyes filled with grief, and, as he walked over to him, his goofy grin vanished. When he walked over to him, his eyes suddenly showing anger, "At least I showed up...where were you Hibari?" He demanded, crossing his arms to look even more intimidating.
The man, Hibari, remained silent for a few long moments before drinking the clear liquid again—the liquid that was abruptly slapped from his hand and went clattering on the wood floor. Hibari glared at the man fiercely, ready to attack him for such a thing, but the other had already restrained both of his wrists in his strong grasp.
"Tsuna…he did so much for you, the least you could've done was attend the funeral!" He yelled, eyes watering up a little, making Hibari look away.
"I was…grieving in my own way." He admitted reluctantly. He hadn't want him to know, he wanted to keep his appearance of being the calm, uncaring type. He was the Cloud who did things on its own away from everything else while maintaining control of the different types of weather at the same time [it was how he always saw the silly rankings of the Vongola Rings, easier to understand the roles that way].
His words caught the other off guard, "What do you mean? You're just sitting here drinking tea like always."
"It wasn't tea, Italian idiot." He told him honestly, an out of character thing for him; however, it seemed that no matter how hard he tried today wouldn't be a normal after all. He made a head motion to the other cup a foot or so away from him. "I was having a drink with him…that guy never kept his promise…"
The sad look in his black eyes made the other male release him, feeling bad almost instantly. He should've know this, he was the one who had first seen the soft side that Hibari has within him when everyone else thought he was just a cold, uncaring person with a strange obsession for his old middle school. He should have known that Tsuna's death hit him as hard as anyone else if not more because of the respect he had for him [which wasn't easy to gain from what he knew about him].
"Hibari…" He trailed off then embraced the other, letting his hand run through his soft black hair, "I'm sorry…" He felt the other tense and then relax after a few moments of being like this.
"Dino…" His voice was shaky and his body was trembling, at first the blond, Dino, thought he had done something wrong and that Hibari was going to hit him. It took him a couple seconds to realize that Hibari was crying and clutching his suit jacket.
This was a rental Hibari~ Dino thought selfishly before bringing the other closer to him; he was letting him know in his own way that he would be here to listen. That he understood and he shouldn't have to hole himself here alone. Soon enough Hibari had his head lying on Dino's lap fast asleep, he guessed that the other male had drunk a lot before he had gotten here.
"Hibari you…" He smirked a bit to himself and looked down at the Sleeping Beauty, when would he realize it? He wondered. When would this stubborn boy realize that he wasn't alone?
That he loved him?
