HERRO! Another 8059 fic, but more intense!
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I'm dirty. I've murdered. I'm the image of darkness. If there were two colours to describe me, it'd be black and red. The darkness and blood. I'm dirty, but you're not.
You're pure. You're beautiful. You're clean. You're all it takes to make me feel clean. If there were two colours to describe you, I wouldn't be able to choose from the rainbow. You're clean, but I'm not.
Yet why, why do you love me? Why do you kiss me and embrace me even though I'm bloody and disgusting?
I'm out doing missions everyday, the most dangerous ones. I'm the Tenth's right-hand-man, it's a given that I do dangerous jobs.
We can't let Juudaime do it, he's the boss and he has far more important things to do. We can't let Chrome do it, not alone anyway, she's a lady. Hibari probably wouldn't give a crap. Ryohei doesn't even specialise in attacking. He's a healer. Lambo's still a kid, even though he says that just because he's a teenager, that he's grown up.
They always ask me about you. Why you don't do dangerous missions. I tell them everything from above. With a little extra.
"Yamamoto isn't an option. Not him. Never him."
I tell them that I would kill myself before you ever get stained by blood.
Then one day, it almost happened. We were fighting, an all-out fight with another famiglia, and I saw it. A man, who I saw kill some of his own comrades, was reaching out to you. I screamed and panicked. I ran over.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
He froze and looked over, long enough for me to punch him square in the jaw.
"Don't… Don't dirty him."
You looked at me.
"Hayato?"
I knelt down and hugged him tight.
"Takeshi… don't ever become dirty like them."
You look at me and smile.
That's all the proof I need. You're the most beautiful, pure being I've ever, and will meet.
We kissed after that. Your soft, clean lips against my thin, bloodied lips.
I've never felt so pure before.
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