How long had it been now? Several month? No, a few years. A few years, and there still was no sign of Cavallone Dino ever existing—no usual phone call at outrageous hours at night, the blond uttering sweet-drenched words of love, perhaps a serenade to prolong the time of listening to low chuckles and the velvety tone of the skylark. Suddenly, without warning, the calls had stopped one night; panic— depite his internal chiding of foolish mind, don't get carried away by his words, his empty promises—flared in his chest, constricting him of precious breath.
His heart had been stolen, and the thief had run off with it somewhere, leaving behind an empty void of longing—longing not for his heart that would no longer return but for the thief whom managed to stealth his way into his chest, destryoing the countlesd barriers of concealed emotions he had crafted so carefully over time.
He cursed under his breath, clutching his phone to the point of indentation towards his chest, over the area filled with longing and loneliness—another sleepless night gone to waste. At this rate, even he wouldn't last, succumbed to a feverish exhaustion. "Damn it all, Cavallone. Pick up the phone already."
As if his plea reached a nameless god, the abused phone vibrated softly in his grip, startling him enough to nearly drop the object of his only communication. Not wasting a second beat, he pressed on the screen, on the label "Accept Incoming Call". Sighing, rubbing the bridge of his nose to ward off a throbbing headache, he mumbled a stressed "what".
"Hibari-san," blared a voice through the line Hibari could only recognize as Sawada Tsunayoshi, static grating on his senitive ears, "it's...Dino-san-I..." Hibari could picture perfectly the omnivore grinding his teeth in frustration, searching for the right words that would not come as easily as the brunet hoped.
"What is it, Sawada Tsunayoshi?" His absent heart clenched painfully at the mention of the name of the thief—his thief.
"Yesterday...that is..." Tsuna sighed, staic increasing momentarily to depict his equal rise of frustration.
"Herbivore," he growled, the low and cool, threatening tone the Mafia World had come to fear enough to scramble away with not-exactly-very-manly shrieks of terror.
"Yes-yesterday, we received word from Romario"—he gulped down the lump already set in his throat—"they found him. They found Dino-san."
Hope bubbled in his chest, energy he was not meant to have rising beyond any previous levels of the past years. Slumber was long forgetten, the slight dark circles under his eyes dissipating without a trace. "Where?"
Harsh whispering of what appeared to be protests errupted in the background. Then, "The usual place." The line went dead, the beeping obnoxiously cacophonous.
There were several interpretations for that, much too ambiguous for his taste: Takesushi, the rooftop of Nami Middle, Namimori Clinic, the Hospital, the park, the sea shore, Mount Kageyama, the Reception Room, his office at Cloud Corp. He was more than ready to travel by motorcycle to all of these locations, but a gut instinct said otherwise: "the usual place" would actually have to be a place of no regular occurerrence—the Mafia was a weird quirk like that. Everything was opposite, like the Code of Silence; acquaintances would usually want for their cared for ones to confess and spill the details to others instead suffering a cruel fate of senseless torture, correct? In the Mafia, apparently, one's trap either stays sealed or one faces dishonorable execution. But that was not all with anything Mafia-related—there was always a second and perhaps triple twist.
Hibari knew of one place he detested with a passion yet loved with tenderness: the Autumn Festival currently ongoing at the skirts of Mt. Kageyama, the mountain Hibari and Dino held their occasional street race to test their skills with their vehicle of choice. Life, Hibari found during those times of competition, revolved about thrill around the Cavallone Decimo.
The keys to his motorcycle jingled against the case of his phone, not bothering to close the door of his temporal home behind himself as he exited. The rain poured its stormy torrents on his night-garments, soaking him in two blinks of an eye to the bone as lightning pierced the grey sky and thunder cracked the heavens, coaxing the celestial beings drifting along the vastness of morning azure to increase the release of their transparent essence. Hibari never noticed the weather as he drove off to his destination, mind set on the man sporting graceful gold as slightly wavy strands of hair, warm bronze in its most expensive nature, and a curl of the lips forming a casual smile. A tonfa sat concealed by his belt—there was no way, after all, he was going to let the hardships Dino had plunged Hibari through without the proper biting.
A lone figure—drenched in the shades of night—stood under the weak protection of a tree of lifeless leaves, the moon only bright enough to shine silver on recognizable gold; and, the closer Hibari zoomed in, the better the features revealed to him like a stab in the chest, his heart held between the palms of the thief calling out to him silently. Not bothering for the wrecked state his next set of actions would leave the motorcycle, he raised himself to his feet on the seat, balance keeping him from tumbling to the paveless ground, bent his knees as he reached a hand behind himself for the lone tonfa, and leaped high into the air.
The screech of the transport sliding over dust and countless grains and pebbles startled the man to turn Hibari's way just as the latter decended with a ready tonfa. Leather, instinctively, lashed out, curling around Hibari's arm, halting all movement. Azure silver eyes peered hard into astounded bronze ones, a spark of electricity igniting temptation as Hibari closed the gap between them, eyelids drifting close while giving an aperture for a tongue to wonder in and commence the familiar dance of swirls, sucks, and occasional nips.
Smirking, he reluctantly parted from the kiss, breath raspy and short, knees threatening to buckle under the weight they could no longer support. "I am going to kill you," he threatened, sincerity that would not be acted upon as clear as the rain crying with all its might upon them.
Dino pulled him in, arms wrapping securely and tightly around the smaller frame, burrying himself onto the crook of the skylark's neck, inhaling the scent of green tea and cherries. He squeezed the other onto his chest, voice shaking as he explained his sudden and long departure, ending his long speech with a mournful whisper of an "I missed you so much I felt like dying". He was painfully aware of the weariness etched on Hibari's features, the body's slightly shrunken state blamed on malnourished care, the latter of which he made a note to have a serious talking-to for those whom looked after the skylark in his stead—it was unacceptable and a crime to have his skylark in bad health.
"Idiot." His silent way of returning the emotion. He leaned his temple on Dino's chest, listening to the erratic beating of a heart—"Leave again..."—eyelids fluttering down, slumber conjured once more with a vengance as his body slumped forth.
"'And I'll bite you to death'." Chuckling, "I know." He rested his cheek on the top of a fluff of obsidian, the world wondering away from his perception. I love you, too, Kyouya.
Several hours later, Romario, preoccupied over his boss' whereabouts, found them both still in that standing position, hands clutching each other for dear life, not wanting for separation to unravel their relationship to impermeable distances once more.
Because there was no better instance in the world than being connected by their embrace for all eternity.