Hello readers! Just a little note here - if anyone has any requests for a oneshot based on a certain situation, PM me or write it in the review and I'd be happy to write it for you as I'm trying to fight some partial writers block right now. Only Yaoi pairing please - I don't write straight. :P

Oh, and though this is D18, I'll write pretty much any of the Reborn boys with each other, this is just a little drabble I had laying around.

Anyways, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Once again, I am legally obliged to inform you all that I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, however much I wish I did.

Hibari is the cloud in every way possible. He goes where he wants, whenever he wants to but I don't mind - I wouldn't dare try to change him. The closest place he seems to regard as home is Namimori, but he always comes back to me. Wherever he searches he always finds his way back to me, back here in Italy. He may not like the noise, the openness or the friendliness of us Italians, but he deals with it - for me, even if he'd never admit that's why he always returns.

I know he loves me, it's in the way he looks at me - the way his narrowed eyes soften almost indistinguishably when they land on me. It's in the way he tenses slightly every time I trip, the way his mocking insults are slightly off when aimed at me. It's in the way he touches me, the gentle way his hands trace over my features when he's sure I'm asleep. I see that he loves me in the way he lets me touch him, the way he gave all of himself to me. The way he lets me hold him and kiss him, the way he watches me trail my fingers over his stomach and the way he closes his eyes in pleasure, trusting me completely.

People don't understand why I would want Hibari. 'He's violent and cruel' or 'he doesn't care about you' are things I'm told often. They don't see him though, really, they don't try to understand him like I do. He's everything I could ever want in a lover, even if nobody else gets it. Yes, he is violent, that's just him and I love him regardless. When people tell me that he doesn't care, they say it with sympathy and slight exasperation. They don't look for the little things like I do, and even if they did try, they don't know Hibari well enough to notice them. I just smile and brush it off, because though late at night I sometimes wonder if I'm right in assuming that he does love me, I need to believe it. I need to believe that he loves me, or I'm sure I'd fall apart.

He stays though, and right now, that's all I need. The almost unnoticeable smile that occasionally graces his perfect features when he's with me is enough for me to live each day with him as it comes, enough for me to believe that he does love me. Enough for me to believe that he always will.

Fin.

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And remember to contact me if you want a oneshot written - I'd obviously dedicate it to you and disclaim that the storyline or idea was yours too!