Disclaimer: KHR doesn't belong to me.
This fic was inspired in "Lovesong", by Adele. But it's not a songfic. It's just something with a lot of words and everything.
Try it anyway, and sorry for grammar mistakes, no beta this time.
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Clean
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It wasn't a difficult mission. Not for me.
I am the Storm of Vongola.
I am the only one allowed to kill in name of the Family.
And you know it.
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"What the hell are you saying you freak?"
"It's not a hard thing to understand, and you're a genious and all…"
"I won't marry you fuck bastard!"
"Maa Maa, Gokudera, don't be so mad! I'm not asking to wear a white dress or anything…"
"Go away!"
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I parked the car. Checked my weapons. All dirty with red. Like I said, not a big deal for a mission, but still, an ugly one.
It's not something I would let Tenth to do by himself. Or Chrome, for God's sake.
Ryohei would hesitate, we all know it, he would try to talk and be just like himself. He would end dead.
We can't trust Hibari enough.
And you… not you. Never. Reborn can think whatever he wants about you being the next perfect hitman.
I can kill. I can be ugly, dirty, even destroyed inside.
Not you.
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"Another mission?"
"Yes, it won't take too long…"
"Why are you doing this, Hayato?"
"What are you mumbling about, you idiot? It's my job and…"
"Reborn told me. It was supposed to be my mission. But every time it's about…"
"You're too much naïve. You would hesitate."
"I wouldn't and you know it."
"You would get home crying like a girl."
"I don't need to be protected, Hayato."
"No, you don't… But I need to feel like I'm protecting you. And that's all the good feelings I have inside, so, don't take it from me, bastard."
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Always betrayed, hurt, violated. Somehow, someday, I just started to like it. I started to like to fight, to destroy, to bleed. It's a part of me.
But you are just a bunch of easy smiles and baseball shit.
Can a Storm pass through something without destroying it?
Could I ever be by your side without making you… unclean?
"You're late."
I lit my cigarette, my body pressed against the car's door but I know I have nowhere to run. I can't hide it from you forever, can I? Shirt, pants, even shoes, everything has a little trace of that red painting them. The smell of tobacco and blood impregnates me.
And you just kissed me.
"Dinner's cold. I tried pasta."
"Sorry for the trouble."
I know I am ugly right now. And pretty dirty. And so much destroyed... Because you can't go on killing and ruining everything around you and expect to return home without some brands.
You just get used to it, y'know?
No, I just hope you don't.
"Your hair."
"What?"
I know it's not silver anymore. It's covered in red. And now, I finally see myself trembling above your hand. Disgust me, bastard! I am a Storm, and all I know to do will only destroy you, too. Someday.
"It's starting to blind your eyes, Hayato. Maa maa, don't be so reckless about yourself!"
"Don't fuck me! Unlike you, I was too much busy to go to a hairdresser!"
"I can try to cut it with my sword…"
"What? No way! You wanna cut my head you baseball freak!"
But you don't believe me.
You just decided not to see how dirty I am. You keep laughing, using your easing smile every fucking time to tell me how good I am.
"I'm gonna take a bath… Then I'll see what mess you made, and I'm gonna explode you if you fucked my kitchen, Takeshi!"
"Hahaha… I tried my best, Hayato…"
And I'm starting to believe it.
'Cause you make me feel like I am clean again.
goodbye, 8059
TK
04.07.2012