HEEEEEEYYYYYYYAAAAAA! WOW. . . its been almost a week since I wrote the last chapter. . . grrrrr to school work! That damned leaf (art teacher wants me to paint it more 'realistically' but good isn't good enough!) grrr. . .
Anyway all the reviews you send give me more reason to dump the work and write this chapter! So please review more! Hehehe thanks!
I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS – apart from ol' Patrick – SO. . . . there's that done with. XP
Enjoy
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THE CREATURE
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"Happy Birthday. . . to me" The figure slumped on their chair, rocked their head. "Happy Birthday – cough – to me. . ." His head rocked the other way, lolling lazily. The man slumped forward. "Happy Birthday to. . . to. . . to" He leaned to the side and would of fallen of if it weren't for the leather straps holding him to a comfy desk chair. It stood in the middle of the room and spun with every movement the figure that sat on it made. A dry tongue licked parched, cracked lips. Again his head lolled to the side.
"Shh" Gentle hands moved the other's head upright, bringing a wooden bowl to his lips. "Tiny sips, tiny sips" The saviour gently lifted the bowl up and let fresh water run to the broken man's lips. It dribbled down his chin.
"Now. . . what's your name?"
A giggle erupted from the almost lifeless man's mouth.
"Oh so you want to play that?" The helper took the bowl from the man's lips. They opened unconsciously, searching for the water that felt. so. nice.
A second later it was thrown on the blondie's face.
He woke gasping. Bolted upright in his chair, eyes wide and mouth a-gape, the creature spluttered. Blonde hair clung to his head and he shivered. Until he realised he was strapped in. Immediately a struggle followed, he trashed around yelling nonsense and screaming out. The chair rocked from side to side and his saviour stood back against the wall, watching, arms folded. The chair spun and in a final effort, the creature flung himself sideways, tipping the chair and falling on his side. Still he was strapped in, his arms pinned to his sides. The figure stood in front of him and crouched, eyebrows raised in interest.
"What on earth did they do to you?"
A prick pulled at his battered skin and the creature's vision swam before him. A needle withdrew and the helper stepped back, a grin etched on his face.
"N-No . . ."
Darkness took over.
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Hibari, as always, was irritated.
First the flight attendant had shown him the wrong seat, mistaking him for some fickle child. Which was soon corrected. Female Herbivore. A twitch of the mouth was the only give away as Hibari remembered what Dino had one replied to being called a herbivore, after a long but passionate night together. "You make that sound as if it is a bad thing" A distant grin and the memory of his smell sent a slight shudder down his spine.
Second the plane was late reaching their destination. Hibari had been awake all along, just staring out of the window and remembering memories that he shouldn't think of. I will NOT show weakness. Especially not now.
Now Hibari dumped his luggage in the corner of his hotel, and without even a glance around lay on the bed. It wasn't 5 star material – that caused to much attention – but it would suffice. The hedgehog got out his phone, a long-past birthday present from Dino, and replayed all his messages from Dino.
"Heya Kyoya, just wondering what you're doing right now"
Where is he?
"Today I secured a deal but. . . – ah you don't care about that do you. . . oh well that was just an excuse to call"
Where the DAMN is he!
"Ti amo Kyoya"
Where – Hibari froze. That last message. He hadn't heard that one before. Hurriedly yet fluidly Hibari flicked to the dates of the voicemail on his phone.
Stunned, which was unusual for the usual calm and collected Hibari, he threw the phone to the opposite side of the room. It made a dent in the wall and fell simply to the carpet.
It was dated a month ago.
After his blood had been sent and he'd been announced dead.
Hibari played the croaky and broken voice again and again in his mind, deep into the night.
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Dino awoke.
And hacked his throat out. Blood stained the bedcovers as coughs erupted the man's body.
"So you're finally awake, il mio amico" My friend?
A old man appeared into view from the shadows of the door. A stubbly beard ran from each ear and a pair of twinkling blue eye peeked from beneath raised eyebrows. A mop of silver hair escaped from under a hat. The stranger took it from his head at placed on the table next to the door. As he set about making some sort of breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Dino didn't know, but as he did so the Italian took a curious look around the abode.
A warm fire burned in the heath opposite him and created dancing shadows across the wooden walls. On the table next to him, sat an old lamp and piles and piles of books, each with eared pages sticking out. Hundreds among hundreds of pictures coloured the wall to the right of him, each with different views of a snowy scene, each and every one of them different in their own way. A fur rug sat in front of the fire, looking as every bit warm as the fire. Dino longed to lay on it.
"So how is the patient today?" The twang of a southern accent distracted Dino.
He replied automatically, "Fine"
"Well you don't look it, believe me. You're lucky someone dropped you off at my door step and not others"
Dino stirred "Well I feel fi –" The room spun and Dino fell back.
"- ne?" The old man finished for him, sarcastically. He plopped a damp cloth on Dino's head.
"Lets just say you do not want to get up anytime soon"
Dino groaned in agreement.
"Well, I'd better introduce myself, I'm Patrick Holzman"
Dino stayed silent.
"Your's?"
Dino flinched. A dried whisper, almost un-hearable, escaped from his lips.
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"I don't know"
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To khrciaossu
Thanks! It annoys my friends sometimes though. . . . . . XDDD
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To Nyan4
Thank you! I agree with you there. . . having to write about Hibari being sad. . . ((