Title: A Dangerous Man
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing: Hibari/Dino; high
Rock Song: #1 Back in Black by AC/DC
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted here, nor do I own the song which influenced this piece.
Please enjoy!
So this is Hibari/Dino in Dino's point of view. Thanks.
To me, the color black has always meant the onslaught of stagnation. The all encompassing color also brings to mind images of death and desolation, two words I've grown to be very familiar with and have witnessed personally in all their glorious and somehow righteous forms.
As a boy, the black of the night used to terrify me. I kept this fact to myself of course but I'd lie in bed for hours listening to the night and praying that something wasn't coming for me. Every noise that enormous house made would leave me wondering if the time had come and the black of the darkness was going to consume me.
Later, it was a more expansive vision of black. The night sky would look down on me. It never held the pretense of being harmful but it was large, powerful, and seemingly uncaring to the ways of the world. It has always been something that is unreachable and unfathomable.
Nowadays, black makes me think in a more clichéd way. I'm still young yet I've been to more funerals than any normal person. I've had to console my crying friends, relatives, and acquaintances. I, myself have placed a tear stained cheek onto a loved one's shoulder. The black of their owned and never rented tux being the first and last thing I see before losing my self-possession and shrieking into their muscled shoulder, or arm, or chest.
The color black is a large reason why I prefer to wear clothing other than suits. Regardless, of how I've envisioned blackness over the years the picture has always been a grim one.
That is, until I met him.
It was late afternoon and I just realized that I had been strumming my fingers on the dark wood of my desk for awhile. This is a problem because I shouldn't let such menial thoughts occupy me. There are so many other things I should be doing.
I look up at the sound of light tapping on my door.
"Come in." I announce but don't really look to the door.
My new assistant pokes her head in and shimmies herself through the hardly opened door. She pushes her glasses farther up her nose and apologizes for interrupting. Ha, interrupting what?
"It's fine." I said nicely. I like her, the last thing I want to do is scare her off and she is easily intimidated.
"Uh, there's someone here to see you Signore Cavallone. He didn't have an appointment and he isn't in the books so I asked him to leave like you asked. But, he wouldn't leave. He even tried to follow me but your guards stopped him… Then he beat them up. I had to lock him in the other room." She stated in a very flustered manner. She seemed terribly shaken.
I sat up quickly. "How long ago did this happen, just now?" I asked in concern as I approached her.
"No, it was about 15 minutes ago. I didn't want to interrupt you though sir." She said quietly with her head bowed low.
"You didn't have to wait outside. Don't worry about interrupting anything unless I've given you strict instructions that I need my privacy." I stated in an official sort of way.
She nodded her head vigorously and I'm pretty sure she was blushing.
"Now, about this man. Did he have black hair?" I asked while tapping a finger to my chin and pretending to think about who was at my doorstep.
"Yes, yes he did." She said with a blush.
"Did he look Japanese but speak Italian fluently?" I asked again but this time I moved my hands into the pockets of my coat. It was difficult keeping my smile down and I did feel kind of sorry about the fact that I was messing with the poor girl.
"Yes, his Italian was perfect. Do you know him?" She asked, apparently shocked that I had pegged him so precisely.
"I don't know of him personally but I've heard enough about him. He's real dangerous, you did the right thing. You seriously don't want to mess with that man." I said in a low tone.
Her hands flew to cover her mouth and she squealed with the shock of what I was telling her. "Oh no, what should we do now?" She looked scared.
I couldn't hold out any longer and I did feel guilty. I started to smile, which turned into an outright laugh.
"You should let him in, that's what you should do." I said through my laughter. She looked incredibly confused, well at least I got some enjoyment out of this.
"But I thought you said-"
"Oh, don't get me wrong. He's a dangerous man, but he's on our side. Hibari Kyouya, he's an old friend of mine. He comes around every once and awhile so get used to just letting him in.
"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir." She said while bowing low then turning and scurrying from the room. She doesn't seem to have much of a sense of humor. Maybe I'll be able to change that.
I went back toward my desk but stayed on the opposite side of where my large armchair sat. The sky had grown dark and my office was dimly lit by a single desk lamp.
I heard him enter but I didn't turn around.
"You're back?" I asked, but I didn't turn. Instead I just stared out the large back window into the dark night sky.
"Yes." He always was succinct. I finally turned to face him. He looked like he always did. His hair is neat and trimmed perfectly. His suit is always pressed and tidy, always black.
My strides were long when I finally chose to approach him. He didn't take a step back or even look as if he wasn't expecting this from me. Instead he stood his ground and waited.
I acted like I always do. I bumbled forward and pushed my fingers through that soft feather-like hair with less fluidity than I would have liked. He didn't miss a step though and he wound his arms around my waist and pulled me firmly to him. I may have tripped if he hadn't.
He was strong and forceful. He crashed his lips into mine but he did it with grace and a kind of dignity that I've never been able to truly define or imitate. Hibari was unrelenting and wouldn't let me go even when I hinted that we should part with the slight backward tilt of my head. Instead he kissed me harder and fuller.
My hands slid down to bunch the material of his black suit that covered his chest.
I pushed away again. There was something that I needed to do. He let me free this time and I moved over toward my desk. I switched off the small lamp and attempted to wind my way through the dark. There was one other thing that needed to be done.
I only tripped once and I was actually capable of finding the door handle. I pulled it open while Hibari waited for me, I'll assume that he knows what I'm doing.
I went through another door seeking my assistant. She was seated at her desk typing away on her computer. She looked up with surprise when I opened the door.
"Now's one of those times that I'd like my privacy. In fact, you can go home." I said quickly and left before she could say anything. I had more pressing matters to attend to.
I returned clumsily to my office and the moment that I closed that door, his hands were all over me.
This time, I was fully content with letting the blackness envelop me. Hibari Kyouya taught me that black could be inviting, exhilarating, forgiving, and even pleasurable.
I realized quickly that I was extremely grateful that he had come back to me in black.