Um... I've never written a DinoHiba story so right now, I'm just hoping that it does npt suck too badly. Tell me what you think.
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Beautiful Blood
As Dino stares down at the red, slowly seeping into his pants and staining his shoes, he feels something in his chest awaken. It slowly crawls and tries to embed itself deep within his brain, and for a moment it is unshakable, for a moment it controls him, staining his world the color of sunset mist. Only for a moment, however, because that is all he allows for, not even that. He hates it, the feeling of pleasure that unfurls within him as his whip cracks in the air and steals away the life. This, though, is what lets him live in the world that he has been born into, for without it he would be long gone.
Now he is standing in a field of flowers and blossoming trees and he is begging himself to move, but it seems that his body will not obey his orders. If he was just able to look up instead of down, then maybe he could ignore the blood slowly seeping into the dark earth and the body at his feet, torn and red, and focus instead on the sky, blue and cloudless, where a skylark soars, but his body continues to ignore him, and he continues to stand like a statue in the island of misery that he has created for himself.
Footsteps on the moist ground bring him out of his stupor, he recognizes them, almost silent and unnoticeable to all but a few. He turns around and faces him with a smile on his face, for he is neither weak or fragile and has seen his fair share of blood shed as the price of being a Cavallone. He no longer cries for the decided.
"Ah, done already Kyouya?" He asks the dark haired teen even though he knows the answer quite well.
"The weren't much of a challenge." he states, and there is no blood on him save for the pinpricks dotting his tonfa.
"Well, what did you expect? There are very few people who can match you in a battle, Kyouya." The sound of his voice is calming, despite the tone. It is his anchor to the world in his moment of insecurity.
Hibari nods. This is something he knows.
"We'll need to call some more men to clean up the bodies." Dino says his eyes focused downward at the field, missing the look in Hibari's eye.
"They can't just stay here to rot, even if they are enemies and-" he stops when he meets a pair of cold black eyes and realizes that he is rambling and his hand's are shaking.
"ah, sorry." he says and stuffs his hands into the blood soaked pockets of his pants.
"You never got used to killing, did you?" Hibari's question is blunt and straight to the point.
Dino laughs.
"Always so direct, but can you ever really get used to killing?" he ignores the facts of what he's seen, the cold blooded killers of the mafia that never bat an eyelash at taking a human life, Kyouya is like them.
"You shouldn't lie, Cavallone." the tone of his voice has changed somewhat, now it is something halfway between anger and amusement.
"You enjoy it don't you, the killing." It is not a question, it is a statement. For, with every step nearer he takes he is sure of each word he speaks.
"I don't." he doesn't, he hates it. He has grown used to the taking of life, but never the pleasure gained from it. He doubts he ever will.
"You do." Pale arms wrap around Dino from behind and turn him so that they are facing.
"Kyouya..." Dino is pulled in for a kiss. It is rough and painful and his whole moth is filled with the taste of his own blood.
Hibari tells him that he is beautiful.
And Dino, covered in blood, disagrees.