HIBARI.
I could bear it. Seeing what should be mine belonging to someone else. At first, just the sight of them sickened me. The very thought or mention of their relationship driving me beyond murderous rage. But when I thought about it, Really thought about it. I understood why he did not choose me. After all, Yamamoto was kinder, social, and did not often try to bite people you cared about, or you, yourself, to death.
He was not stronger then me, and was defiantly not in love with you the way I am. But I could live with seeing you together. Because I thought you would be happier with him.
I never thought I could be so wrong.
GOKUDERA.
Day 4.
I ended up kissing Hibari. It was odd, how right a kiss could feel. I never thought Hibari would make me forget about that damn baseball bastard. Never thought in a million years he would kiss me, or even think of kissing me. I mean sure, it wouldn't surprise me if he was gay, but me?
I walked into my apartment, shutting the door loudly behind me. The few things I still owned where stacked in boxes around the living room. I was supposed to move out first thing tomorrow morning. Talk about bad timing, damn Hibari.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a energy bar, it tasted like chocolate and nuts, and reminded me of Hibari. Because he surprisingly tastes a lot like Chocolate. Not like I care, it was just a kiss! I am no where near ready to be in a relationship... Not like Hibari would even want one.. Damn it!
Screw this, I am just going to forget about it!
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I ended up staying up all night thinking about it. By the time my eyes started to close the alarm clock rang and I had to get up so I could move out of the hell hole apartment. I stood up and padded down the hallway, jumping into the shower as soon and it was hot and for once did not think about Yamamoto as I relieved my morning hard on. Instead, I thought of Hibari, and damn... It worked.
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By the time the self imposed guilt and slight shame of the morning wore off it was time for much needed coffee and fresh clothing. The only problem was that while there was clothing, the damn coffee pot had been broken when I hurled it out of the window... Damn it all!
I tried to be positive about it, after all, my little black book had told me that.
"Now that you have over come the first hurdle, moving, try smiling more often. Happiness is infectious. "
So I forced myself to smile, after all this way I could find a few good coffee shops by my new house. Right?
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Wrong.
Traffic fucking sucks! What idiot would be on the road at 7am on a Saturday! Well, apparently Namimori is full of idiots. It took me over an hour to drive to the new house. On the plus side, if there even was one on a decaffeinated Saturday at 7am! Was that I could now walk to the coffee shop a block away.
By the time I parked the car in my new garage I was on the verge of killing someone. I was just about to slam my car door when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and smelled coffee.
"Bad day?"
I froze, mouth hanging open for a good minute before I turned to see him. Hibari stood behind me, his left hand on my shoulder while his right hand held out a hot cup of coffee.
I blinked rapidly, reaching blindly for caffeine. He smirked but didn't comment on my strange reaction to his presence. He handed over the much needed coffee.
The first sip was heaven, the caffeine hitting me almost instantly. It took me a good three minutes and half a dozen sips to realize that it was my favorite brand. Not only my favorite brand, but my regular order, even.
A large triple shot mocha.
"You... got me my favorite?" I asked, more then a bit shocked. The baseball bastard had taken over six years to remember my favorite drink. And yet Hibari knew it?...
"Hn. Is that a problem? You have consumed it every day for the past ten years now, Hayato. Only a complete idiot wouldn't notice." Hibari shifted his weight from one foot the the other, pressing his hand harder against my shoulder as he spoke. I couldn't help it.
I felt myself smile.
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Hibari moved his hand from my shoulder, the loss of warmth suddenly chilling in the slightly foggy morning.
"Well, are we going In or what?"
I looked up at him, realizing briefly that I had not fully examined his body this morning... Wait no! That is NOT what I should be doing!
"Che, why are you coming in?" I asked as I headed to the door, feeling his body heat hitting my back as he followed me. God damn my stupid horny ass mind! I pulled my keys out and opened the door walking in just a few steps before I turned around to state at him, hoping my face appeared as cold as I hoped it to be.
"Well?" I asked, looking at his eyes rather then his body,.. the way his clothing clung to his chest, how tight his pants were... How good his face looked when he smiled slightly at me before taking a step foreword.
I stood in the door way rigidly still as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Just enough for me to feel it.
When he pulled away his smile was genuine, and softer then I had thought possible. He was normally so cold... How the hell can he smile like that?
"So, are we unpacking, or shopping for new furniture?" he asked, his face becoming playful as my eyes widened... He came to help me move?
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Will update soon!
Sorry for late update! Was in term paper hell!
