Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
La Marejada
Written December 31st, 2008
The tea she is brewing is jasmine, and from here he can see the leaves uncurl with the heat. Can see the water, change. Colour. This woman, has a slight blush and sways happily as she moves about a kitchen not her own. Lingers over the counter, flits between the sink and cutlery drawer to her side. Elegantly, Hibari draws up a chair at the dining room table; watches her carefully with both eyes open, fingers still. She is a hitman, information gathered by his Disciplinary Committee have supplied him with that fact. As well as, he can read her thoughts as easily as breathing - this amount of carelessness is indeed what he would expect from a foreigner. She is preparing something for one she loves.
Such an obvious display of one's feelings is... insulting. It's no wonder, the reason why she hasn't risen to even half the level of the baby. Perhaps is at the level Hibari himself once was, before the Cavallone arrived and all he had to silence were unruly students with his tonfa. Probably, is nearer the level of that Bucking Horse himself, from before the Cloud's precious school was destroyed, but [those people were the ones to pay for damages, so] he won that battle, after all. What he could tell from the moment he stepped into the room, was that she is weak, and would be only slightly more interesting to fight than the average herbivore. Hibari closes his eyes and leans back in his chair, imagining the sky instead of ceiling. The warmth of the room is comforting, compared to the outside - it is fall, and he doesn't want to be reminded of the cold just yet. Now, with the smell of tea and the memory of summer, he is too content to bite her to death.
"Tea." He demands, unmoving with a tired sigh, hearing the kettle slam onto the stovetop with her rage. Hibird chirps and flutters to his outstretched palm, while the sister of Gokudera Hayato attempts to humble him. Fabric shifts, and her hands rest at her hips, feet defiantly apart. This woman is pretending she has some sort of power over him, and he does not appreciate...
"I'm not your maid!" Throwing the kettle she had just worked so hard to prepare towards his face, he snaps to alert and dodges it, easily - catching it by the handle as he hears the beginning of Namimori's anthem play, slightly off-key. Only a small amount spills onto the flooring, dribbling from the spout. Hibari strides past her and takes a waiting cup from the counter, pours himself a drink. He will not fight her, because: The baby has appeared, and is much more of a worthy opponent. The woman notices only after a greeting has been received - Ciaossu - and she quickly forgets about the Disciplinary Leader in favour of blushing over Reborn.
He can't help but see a similarity between -
"Baby." Hibari grins and looks into his cup. The scent of jasmine has faded into mud and rot, and inside the drink insects writhe, headless centipedes and bits of flesh call out like ghosts. The work of that mafia girl, who may be cleverer than he first thought.
On an impulse he hurls the cup, aiming for the arcobaleno's head - who easily deflects with a single hand, the liquid splattering the kitchen wall and warping the paint. Doesn't care about the damages, for this place is not his - he only, makes note of them. Nothing has touched either of them, and the cup now lays broken on the floor. Fragmented ceramic in the pattern of cherry blossom petals. Kyoya wants a battle, [his fingers reach for his tonfa,] but he will respect the baby's wishes.
"Amazing, again."
"I'll fight with you some other day, Hibari. It's nap time." Is the response, with an emotionless face. And with that Reborn walks upstairs, the girl following him devotedly and professing her love. The Disciplinary Leader yawns, and gets up to find the front door, brushing tiny yellow feathers from his collar. At the mention of sleep, he has found he's tired as well, and the Cloud staggers out into the rain, ready to take a bus home. A nap, he thinks, a nap.
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I wrote this for Serenade for a fic exchange... it turns out, I mixed up her LJ with someone else's and consequentially mixed up her fandoms. She doesn't know KHR at all. She didn't even read this. Then I wrote her something else that she did know as an apology, and she didn't like it.