Author Notes:.
~-I thought of this while listening to the song. Sakura Addiction.
This is: Hibari and Mukuro.
No Yaoi. Their everlasting hatred towards each other. :p
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Warning: eee. May have some out of place words... sorry. No swears. No yaoi. Hibird is in this. :)
I love them both.
And Hibird. :3
Not a poem or lyrics. Scrambled thoughts.
Read and Review. No flames please.
He had licked his lips as he closured the scent,
sweet and intoxicating,
yet the same couldn't be as the other who was still conciously breathing hard.
His own weakness, his own fault has been taken by the enemy so easily.
Blood spelt against his skin, sweat pelted his face running down low,
silky smooth yet very hot.
The illusions had continued on,
the one laying on the dirtied floor was still awake,
trying his best to not lose,
feeling the enormouse humiliation mixing with hatred increase,
everytime he looked up.
He would see that disgusting smirk off the other,
his red eye gleaming brightly than his blue.
An illusionst's power to shed fear and hungrily lust of power.
"Did you have enough, Hibari?" He would say with slight amusement and love for the others broken glare.
A frozen heart, the flutter of light from the blossoms grew from the illusions.
A still moment of pain and adorement.
And once Hibari had lost conciousness. He started to hear something in the distance yet it was close.
A ring one of his phones, tone, tuned lightly, silence had listened.
And then something fluttered close,
like the petals of the desease.
But this was different, yet nostaglic.
Opening his eyes and see something perched on his knee inside a locked room,
explosions on the other side of the wall, hearing grunts but at the moment.
Hibari smiled slightly as the ring stopped, and the bird mimicked the tone.
Addiction to our everlasting hatred, something keen yet peaceful has brought me something nice.
Listens, mimicks and mine.
A feathered small friend, better than the sight of the drastic petals and naesating cherry blossoms.
'Beaten, beaten... Hibari... Hibari...' It would call for help, and yet he did not need anyones help,
Another explosion and here comes someone who mocks the anthem as the bird continues to sing.
Our addiction came to an end, as the peace in our broken frozen hearts still linger through the blossoms.
A nothing filled of revenge.
THE END.
Author Notes:.
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