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Pairing Description: Respectable(?)
Story Rating: Sixth favorite
Pairing Rating: Fourth or Fifth favorite
This pairing is love. The reserved harsh, coldness of Hibari combined with the friendly soft, warmness of Yamamoto works so well. Especially the naviety vs. the impatience with these two. Because Yama and Hibari are both full Japanese, I have this idea that they have a mutual feeling of respect and honor for each other so in both stories w/ this pairing they fight. xD Not much lovin' which is why it's my least faovorite though I still like it (it captures the essence of this pairing)... sorry, I'll try better next 8018 fic. If you like this pairing, read my other fic Don't Help Me Love You. Review.
Hibari has just woken up when Yamamoto strode onto the school roof with his baseball items in tow.
"I came just in the nick of time," Yamamoto said happily, setting down his duffle bag and bat. "Any earlier and I would've woken you up. Any later and you might've been gone."
The sky was tinted orange and clubs were making their way home before the purple that was lingering on the horizon swallowed the world in dark blue.
"What do you want, herbivore?" Hibari said in a faintly slurred voice.
"I have a form from the baseball club that needs your approval before we can move on with our club's trip next month," Yamamoto answered, holding up a piece of paper. "Sign it, please."
"And you say you came 'in the nick of time,' how ironic," Hibari scoffed. "I only do things like that during school hours, Yamamoto Takeshi." Hibari began walking, aiming to go past the boy and straight down the stairs, but Yamamoto grabbed the older boy's arm.
"Wait, please," Yamamoto begged.
"Try again tomorrow."
"No, but I—"
Hibari yanked his arm from Yamamoto's grip and put his tonfa to the boy's nose. "I've already told you what to do."
Yamamoto gulped and ducked out of the tonfa's way. "It's just that…" He started slowly. "Coach said today's the last day we can get it approved, we need to send it in by tonight, early tomorrow morning at the latest."
"Too bad."
"Please, Hibari-san! It's just a signature!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so."
"Now you sound like a parent! Don't you have a real reason?"
"Do you want to die?"
"No, why do you ask?"
Hibari couldn't describe the amazing rate at which his anger was rising. Had anything ever pissed him off so much, so quickly? It only took him a second to answer, 'yes' when he remembered about an hour ago when he caught a girl out of uniform. Her skirt was too high and her ribbon was not tied properly. He also remembered a half hour before that, a boy roughhousing in the halls really pissed him off and five minutes before that happened, he had gotten a call from Dino which frustrated to the extreme especially since he had just gotten done dealing with the loud Ryohei who had been "disturbing the peace." In fact, he realized a lot of things pissed him off pretty quickly, but this anger was different, he almost enjoyed it.
"Alright, Yamamoto Takeshi," Hibari said. "If you can give me a good battle, then maybe I'll reconsider."
"Are you for real, Hibari-san?" Yamamoto said joyfully.
"Don't sound so glad," Hibari warned. "This is no guarantee that I will sign your little paper."
With that, the battle began. The metal tonfa scratched against the katana. Hibari made note of the other boy's quickness in his head, then drew back a bit to think of his next move then he dashed to his opponent before delivering a sweet kick. Yamamoto swiftly utilized the back of his katana to block and push away the attack which was rapidly followed by Hibari's powerful fist coming towards him. Yamamoto used one had to block this and the other held tightly onto his katana which was blocking an attacking tonfa from the other side.
The sound of clanging drifted from the evening air into the night sky. Eventually both boys stood before each other, neither badly hurt, but both panting horribly.
"All you do is block and dodge!" Hibari roared. "It's so…!"
"Sorry," Yamamoto laughed, he paused, heaving heavily. "It's just that… I can't sacrifice… any part of my body… just to get a hit in." He smiled.
That smile was the most painful thing Hibari had experienced since their bout began. He snarled and began charging towards Yamamoto, who eyes focused and katana was held out defensively in front of him. Hibari's elbow was aimed for Yamamoto's chin.
At the last second, both boys shifted, so that Hibari's tonfa was stretched before him and Yamamoto's katana was coming down in the smooth form of a crescent moon.
The red band idly drifted to the ground, the safety pin that held it together, being sliced into uselessness.
An inch of space was pinched in between Yamamoto's head and Hibari's tonfa. It was suspended in midair at one end and being gripped onto by shocked Hibari at the other. Not only did he miss, but he had been hit. It made him mad. The fact that this had happened made him very mad, but it was a weird anger. A happy anger. The blood that boiled underneath his skin brought a secret smile to his face. It revealed itself for only a sudden second before Hibari hid it away again.
Without a word, he snatched up the paper he was to sign, pulled a pen from out of nowhere, and scribbled his signature down next to the X.
"There," He groaned.
"Thanks!" Yamamoto exclaimed, picking up his duffle bag and heading to the door. He took one more glance at the furious older boy who consistently wore a calm look. He stared at the way the sleek hair rippled in the night's gentle wind and the way his dark eyes looked to the ground filled with shadows of past fights, but these things contrasted the moon's placid gleam caressing his pale skin. It amazed him how inside such a beauty lurked a ravenous beast, hungry for blood and battle.
"Hey," Hibari called out as Yamamoto's hand lingered on the door handle. "Let's do that again sometime. I need to bite you to death."
Yamamoto chuckled a bit. "Need to?"
"Yes," Hibari answered.
Yamamoto smiled, Hibari did too, but his was hidden.
The younger boy left, thinking, 'And I need to tell you something…'