Pairing: 1869 (Hibari x Mukuro)
Genre: Romance
Warning(s): Yaoi/shonen-ai/BL/whatever you want to call it.
Summary: "Herbivore. Take your boots off," I say calmly with a glint in my eyes. He is caught off guard. "W-why? I-I don't want to." My glare becomes fiercer. There are dirt tracks on the floor. "Take. Them. Off. NOW."
Disclaimer: It's obvious I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I did, Lambo would be the main character ('cause he's just that cool ;D), 25 year old Lambo would show up again, and all the characters would have a yaoi pairing.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic in a really long time so...Please treat me nicely ^^. My friends helped me think of the plot (coming later, this chapter's a bit serious) and hopefully you'll all like it :D. Ah it's unbeta-ed, but I hope that's okay. Anyways, enjoy~
Mukuro's Boots
Sakuras. I used to think they were beautiful. Until that day.
I remember all the sickly sweet flowers, drifting down from the trees. I remember all the tricks, all the illusions he used on me. And frankly, that alone attracted me.
I was never interested in those girls, the ones who threw themselves at me. I threatened to bite them to death everyday and they cowered in fear. Actually, I had never been attracted to a girl. But I didn't realize it until I saw him. And it surprised me. I tried thinking of others, it didn't matter what gender they were. Even the herbivore Tsuna. But it didn't work. It never worked. And so I had to accept it.
It wasn't "love at first sight." Only herbivores believe in that. It was slow. It took years.
And the longer it was, the more I wanted to...I shake my head. No. I can't. But even just a little touch from him, any part of his body, makes my heart explode. But that made me angry, I shouldn't want to touch him.
Stupid. An actual herbivore makes me feel these things. And the stupid pineapple, of all people.
After all these years, it still confuses me. After years of figuring out how to get close to him, I find out that the only way I can be with him is to fight him. If I get little touches, even if it is from his illusions, and I'm fine with that.
We always fought at Kukuyo Middle School. The three stupid "Kukuyo Gang" members, as they like to call themselves, watch constantly. Their eyes linger on their master's every move, as well as mine. I suppose it is comfortable for him, being watched and staying in the same place. But it isn't for me. I'd rather we fought at Namimori, perhaps I would win then.
Why hadn't I thought of this before? Was I really that ignorant?
I have the keys to they school, just like Mukuro does to Kukuyo, and surely I would have the advantage. There would be no crowd at Namimori, it would be safe and it wouldn't irritate me as much. And my house was right next door, though I didn't go there much.
"Oi, herbivore," I shout. I know he could hear me. It takes a couple of minutes, but it comes.
Kufufufu~
I follow the strange sound of his laugh and find him behind me. It doesn't surprise me anymore, I expected it.
"Hibari Kyouya. Come to spar?" he asks, with an amused smile on his face. The same smile as the first time I saw him.
Hmph. "You act like you know me so well," I glare at him.
"Oh but I do, after all these years of fighting...I know all your tricks."
"Oh? Well then, you wouldn't mind going to Namimori for our 'spar' then?" I smirk. I wonder what he'll say.
Mukuro's eyebrows raised, making a surprised expression. I had never seen it before.
"Hmm, why?" he asks.
I taunt him, "Why not? Are you scared?"
He glares and I walk towards my school, "Coming?"
I don't look back but I know he's following. I could hear the light steps of his boots slowly walking along. I keep my eyes ahead and take out my tonfas. I stare at them. They were the same weapons I used years ago, filled with scratches and dents. No one dared touch them, I often threatened I'll bite you to death twice if you touch them. They were the same tonfas I used to fight Mukuro with. They were always the same.
OoOoO
We start out light, taunting each other, then it gets tiring. Our fight is long, as usual and we have cuts and bruises along the way.
He uses his illusions and I feel as if he has sent me to hell and back, as he had been. The world tips over, my head spins, and I fall to the ground gasping for breath. The school was my advantage, so it helped...and yet he still beat me.
The pineapple head leans over me, with another smirk above my face and gets lower. I was almost like he was going to kiss me. I mentally slap myself for thinking that. How stupid of me.
I fight with a falsely fierce look on my face. The truth was, I wasn't into the fight. I hadn't been in a while, I just wanted to think of ways to casually touch him. And I think he knows. But I don't care.
Soon we are worn out and like he does every time we end at Mukuro's location, I ask if he would like a glass of water at my home.
Kufufufu~ "No, thank you."
I glare at him, making it clear that I'd bite him to death if he didn't accept.
"Well...If you insist."
We walk just a block to my apartment, not talking. He stays two feet away from me, his head down as if he's thinking of something. I risk a glance at him and find myself staring at his sweaty face, his hair glistening.
I think of things that I shouldn't be thinking of, especially to one of the same gender. I think riding him, my cock inside his ass. Him shirtless. I think of us kissing passionately. I knew it would never happen. But still, I kept thinking. How soft would his lips be? What would his smile look like without smirking or amusement? My face goes red as I think these things and my breath gets raspy. And my pants go tight. I need a cold shower.
OoOoO
I step onto the wooden floor and slide off my shoes to the side. Loosening my tie, I turn around and find Mukuro's boots still on.
"Herbivore. Take your boots off," I say calmly with a glint in my eyes.
He is caught off guard. "W-why? I-I don't want to."
My glare becomes fiercer. There are dirt tracks on the floor. "Take. Them. Off. NOW."
Author's Note: I'm not exactly sure how long this is going to be so...I really hope you like it :). I don't think it's very good, so if you could give me some constructive criticism that'd be great. But please, no flames. That'd just make me feel horrible. Also, review please. I'm not going to beg, but I hate it when I see all these views on my story and there's like only 1 or 2 reviews. Feel free to add this to your story alerts as well. I'll be updating really soon ^^. Thank you~