Noir
Fandom : Katekyou Hitman Reborn (c) Akira Amano
Pairing : Cavallone Primo/Alaude
Rating : K+
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The room was cozy, the cold air from outside could not win the fight against the burning fire in the fireplace which kept the room warm. The sound of fire burning could be heard among the silence, making a strange yet soothing melody with the sound of rain hitting the window as the two occupants in the room sat without saying anything and simply enjoying the atmosphere.
One occupant, a man with beige hair and cold blue eyes, sighed softly as he lifted both of his feet off of the floor and pulled them close to his chest. He rested his chin on the arm rest, looking perfectly peaceful and, actually, quite childish.
The man's movement caught the eyes of his partner, another man with hair and eyes as dark as the night's sky. Thin, red lips were curved into a smile as those dark eyes took in the other man's relaxed posture, but still the silence was unbroken.
Alaude closed his eyes, content for now as he shared the comfortable silence together with Enzo Cavallone. They had just finished a join mission between Vongola and Cavallone and, as per usual, the Don Cavallone had invited Alaude to his mansion afterwards. Tired as he was, Alaude agreed in consideration that it'd be easier if he didn't argue with Cavallone today.
He must admit, though, that this was not bad at all. This silence shared between them and a strange understanding that passed without words which could only be understood by them. No, this was not bad at all.
"You know, Alaude ..."
... Although, of course Cavallone just had to break the comfortable silence with his silly urge to talk and know-each-other-better.
Still annoyed because the peace between them had now been shattered, Alaude only grunted in response to Cavallone's words. Apparently, it was enough for the dark haired man as he continued with his question.
"I've been wondering ... what was your first thought when we first met?"
Another silly but not-quite-so-unexpected question from Cavallone. This was not a rare occurrence, no. In fact, this kind of random questions had often been shot by the dark haired man whenever they were alone and Alaude's body was conveniently relaxed by the red wine he had consumed beforehand.
"Alaude? Come on, answer me. I know you've heard my question." Cavallone's voice almost took on a whiny tone.
More than annoyed, now, Alaude opened his eyes to glare at Cavallone. Too bad the other man was more than immune with the intensity of Alaude's glare. After few minutes spent with only staring at each other—or glaring, in Alaude's case—finally the beige haired man relented.
"Noir." The answer was given in a voice no louder than a whisper.
"... Huh?"
"Noir," Alaude repeated, his tone grumpier this time, before closing his eyes again. "It means black. Your hair. That was what made me think of it the first time we met."
For a moment, Cavallone was speechless and Alaude praised the blissful silence. Afterwards, the silence was broken by laughter, making Alaude gave the other man another glare that went ignored.
"M-my hair?" Cavallone gasped through his laughter. "The first thing that appeared on your mind was something about my hair! Per Dio, Alaude! Can you be anymore interesting?"
Not seeing what was wrong with his answer, Alaude just kept his steely glare at Cavallone until the man stopped laughing. Once he did, though, Cavallone simply grinned at Alaude before saying, "No, never mind. I think it'll be better if you don't change at all."
Alaude could never understand Cavallone's logic. After all, of course he wouldn't change. He had no reason to and Cavallone would better take Alaude as he was or leave him be. Either way, Alaude didn't care much. Considering his words, though, it seemed like Cavallone would choose to take him.
... Oh, well. At least Cavallone was a decent enough fighter.