Exquisite Horrible Misery
Mukuro x Hibari
Weak fingers scratched helplessly against the gritty floor of the Kokuyou cinema as Mukuro landed another kick square in Hibari's gut. He disciplinary committee president merely slumped back to his previous face-down position. Rokudo crouched down beside the wrecked young man, and wrenched the boy up by his inky tousled hair with a dark chuckle that could make the toughest of men piss themselves out of sheer terror. "Come now, Hibari-kun, you're not going to fight anymore? Or perhaps you can't because I've already completely pulverized you."
Mukuro laughed again and released Hibari, whose head fell to the floor with a gut-wrenching crack. The illusionist nudged the younger boy onto his back, then slammed his foot into Hibari's ribs. The sickening crunching sound that resulted echoed mockingly about the crumbling, derelict cinema. Hibari's face contorted with the pain of endurance, yet he did not dare cry out as Mukuro ground his heavy boot into his already bruised ribs. Mukuro grinned from ear to ear with a twisted sort of giddy, wild pleasure.
While gazing with his unnerving garnet and sapphire eyes upon the prefect's pained, bloodied face, the (definitely less than sane) illusionist chuckled madly," Hibari-kun, your face of utter misery is quite exquisite. If only you'd let out your voice, which I'm sure is equally as delectable."
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((Inspired by a line from Rev. Jonathan Edwards' sermon 'Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God.' We read it in American Lit. and the phrase, "exquisite horrible misery," made me smile.))
