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Capitolo uno di tre: Riunione
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"Kyouya?"
His name had come out with a single hot breath, rolling from his tongue in such a natural way that Dino was surprised from the soft pleasure of saying those few syllables that made up the Japanese man's unique name. They had flowed, spilled from him as if it were natural. Like the only word he had ever said, ever learned to say, would ever whisper. But it wasn't any form of nature that had been born within him, it had blossomed the moment he had laid eyes on the tall, cream skinned hitman; years had gone without seeing him, hearing only rumors of the cruel Hibari's methods.
Why was Hibari, who adored Japan more than any diehard patriot in all its long history, in Italy? The small village of Dorato no less?
He was extremely out of place. He didn't belong in the cruel—blazing summer sun of Italy. Nor in the rural village paved only in dirt and loose rocks with small tan children riding their bright bicycles up and down the main street; with no doubt in Dino's mind, irritating Hibari with their laughter and grouping.
Covering his mouth with his hand, he looked and saw that Romario, though a few steps away from him, was too busy haggling with an old short woman over her "outrageous" priced wine to notice Dino. He was thankful, it would have been much more regrettable to have been caught saying another man's name so delicately. So intimately.
Hibari was still standing in the same place, underneath the shadow of the old building. Still standing in a pose that bled intimidation from every pore, from every movement of his lips as he spoke. Probably in that soft baritone that would be so melodic if not for his biting words. Had he ever spoken so much before? Dino had never received so many words from Hibari as the strange man who he was talking to. He wished he could hear what they were saying. Not death threats, which Dino was always on the receiving end of. His lips would always be pulled into a smirk when he spoke of biting him to death or shoving his whip in a certain place.
If not threats, what else was there? Chit-chat? Could Hibari even carry a conversation? No, the boy he knew would never lower himself to speaking to anyone without reason. So there was a reason, of course. It was a feeling of silly giddiness that he hadn't had in a while that flew through his veins, heating him in a blush that he knew covered his cheeks.
Of course Hibari was not here, in Italy of all places, for anything but business. Of course. Of course…
A shout from behind him caused a startled break from his reality. Dino jumped, spinning around to face his friend. He felt ashamed, as if he had been seen; especially by Hibari who had undoubtedly heard Romario. God, he hoped he hadn't been caught staring so openly, so unaware of everyone and everything. Only Hibari and that strange man.
Kusakabe Tetsuya pushed through the crowd grinning so broadly Dino couldn't help but smile as well. The man was dressed in a tailored suit with a pair of sunglasses masking his eyes. He looked like yakuza with fitted pants and jacket and gelled pompadour hair.
He stood out worse than Hibari.
"Romario! Dino! What are you two doing here?" Rather than Japanese, the once delinquent spoke in near perfect Italian; how long had he last seen him?
It had been years, had this juvenile mastered an entire language in such a short time? Had Hibari? A wave of anticipation crashed into Dino, almost knocking him sideways. Meeting Kusakabe meant he would soon in moments see Hibari. Would he, the stoic man, be speaking in Italian? Would his low, velvet voice that had never left Dino, be saying his rough words in the language that would undoubtedly caress Dino in ways that already made him shiver and moan?
Romario had remarked in a proud brotherly fashion how surprised and proud that Kusakabe had learned his native tongue. Amazing, amazing! Such a smart young man you've become! A pat to his shoulder that turned into a hug that would surely crush someone who wasn't a Vongola.
Such a happy and carefree reunion. Would his and Hibari's be the same? No. Of course not. Of course not…
"What are you doing here, Kusakabe? On business?" Was there hope in his voice? Dino hoped not.
"Ah, yes and no." He switched back to Japanese, maybe he hadn't mastered Italian. "Kyou-san is here on behalf of his mother…" Mother? Kyou-san? When had the two gotten so close? Dino was the only one who had ever called Hibari by his first name.
And mother?!
Wanting to ask more, Dino was about to when the look of regret planted its sour self on Kusakabe's dour face. Immediately Dino knew that he probably shouldn't have told the Italian pair anything. That most likely it was private.
essere continuato
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Dorato is a made up city because I couldn't find any other city that fit what I wanted... "Dorato" means "golden" in Italian. And just so everyone knows, I do not know Italian, for every Italian word I used the translator on my computer... which is probably not a very accurate translator. So for those who do know Italian feel free to correct, I would love to learn!
I yearn to hear what you thought of this! Yes you! The one sitting at their computer with the minimized window of yaoi porn that you're hiding from your family! Your opinion matters the world to me! So speak or forever hold your peace till the next chapter!