Quickly written fic for Mukuro's birthday haaa. Pardon the sloppyness.
Festivals are always supposedly cheery, lively, and full of people. Which may or may not include, noisy children, bickering salesmen, all little way-too cheery groups of teenagers, and just all around annoying people. Besides, it's a festival celebrating the blooming of cherry blossoms. To him, it used to be something to celebrate about, but now Kyoya Hibari completely despises sakura flowers.
Curse that damn doctor for infecting him with the Sakura-Kura disease in the first place. He wouldn't have a problem with these blossoms if it was just for that one man. That one man who took advantage of these stupid flowers. That one day where he actually lost a battle. He won't get over it, even if that man was to be long dead. Stupid people with their fascination of flowers blooming. Stupid crowds getting in his way. Stupid Dr. Shamal. Stupid Mukuro Rokudo. Stupid overuse of the word stupid.
Stupid Hibari for dressing in traditional clothing and going along anyways. He would never admit to still liking sakura flowers. Maybe more than he's had before.
Vendors lined the petal-caked streets, selling what seems to be overpriced items that the people of Namimori buy anyways. Lanterns glowed in the alright star-lit sky and people came out in crowds. Hibari attempted to maneuver himself out of the packed streets and tried to find an open, quiet area. A lone cherry blossom tree sat in the viewing site. A perfect spot to sit and relax.
He sat down, trying to drown out the noise with his own thoughts. Trying to remember why he was here in the first place. It was because of that one person wasn't it? Maybe. Maybe not. Can't Hibari just enjoy sakura without that luring over him?
A rustling comes from another tree. A familiar laugh.
Guess he can't.
"Oya oya, Kyoya. What brings you here?"
Surprise surprise, look at what irony has in store for us today. Hibari stayed silent. He didn't want to say anything that would keep this man here. Even though he knew it wasn't going to work, he did it anyways. A simple glare should be an enough of a response.
A chuckle. "Not even a hello? How rude. After all this time we haven't seen each other, you won't even welcome me? That hurts me deeply."
Damn. Hibari's peace and tranquility ruined with one simple entrance. Annoyed and upset that he didn't bring his tonfas along with him, he wanted this man out. Now.
Mukuro grabs the other's face gently, making sure they're making eye contact. "I've missed you, Kyoya."
A fist meets skin and Hibari gets up, attempting to walk away. Mukuro grabs his arm and Hibari snaps around and faces the man. Mukuro simply places a single blossom in Hibari's hair and walks away, smiling.
"I'll see you around, Kyoya."
When Mukuro is out of sight, Hibari swipes the flower out of his hair and begins to make his way home.
A single blossom lies in the ground, waiting to be stepped on by small children or uncaring adults.