Title: How We Came To Be
Summary: Yamamoto and Hibari go out on a date!
Disclaimer: KHR belongs to Amano Akira.
Warnings: None
~~~~~love~~~~~
Of course, much can be figured out from their conversation, that this is their second date, though according to Yamamoto, they've been "dating" for awhile now.
Hibari can't agree with that herbivore's terminology. They aren't dating, and they're not together. He only keeps the herbivore around because he's useful. It annoys him greatly that the other tries to befriend him and follows him around everyday when he's not needed. The smiling idiot reminds him too much of the Bucking Bronco. Furthermore, that herbivore just won't take no for an answer. His head is as hard as marble. Seriously. No matter how many times Hibari bites him to death, he never stays down.
Truthfully, though, Hibari has to admit, grudgingly, that the other boy interests him. He's like a wolf in sheep's clothing. One minute, he's acting like a buffoon, and the next, he's a serious deadly look in his eyes. It's all very intriguing, and Hibari isn't about to let a possible opponent go to waste.
So here he is, waiting at the school gates for Yamamoto to show up for their date.
"Hibari!" Hibari turns at the call, and spots Yamamoto waving his arm as he runs up to the waiting prefect. He stops in front of the older boy and gives him his megawatt smile. Hibari squelches the urge to hit him.
"You're late." Hibari tells the other. Yamamoto looks at his watch.
"What are you talking about, Hibari. I'm five minutes early."
"If I had to wait for you, then you're late."
"Ahaha, okay. I'm sorry, then." Yamamoto gives the other boy a gentle smile as he reaches out for the other's hand.
"Let's go then! We've got a lot to do today. I've got to show you that I'm worth dating!" Yamamoto declares as he leads the other by the hand. Hibari lets him. He's not in the mood to argue with the other boy today. If he did, then he'd never get the day over with.
"First off, we're going to go spar." Hibari's face lights up at that.
"Aha. I knew you'd like that. So, I went and found a judo club whose members are willing to give us a quick lesson. We better hurry, though. I don't know how long those ropes will hold them." Hibari quirks an eyebrow at that comment. The boy is, definitely, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
They arrive at the dojo in time to see that the members have made it out of their binds and awaiting the couple's presence. Yamamoto quickly sidesteps out of Hibari's way as the skylark wrecks havoc. A few minutes later, he joins in, and he and Hibari have a wonderful time sparring against fifty burly black belt judo students. By the time they finish, bodies litter the ground, moans and groans permeate the air, as they stand proudly in the middle of all the chaos with not a scratch on their frame. Hibari walks out of the dojo, refreshed. Yamamoto quickly follows him, pausing at the doorway to thank the members for their hard work.
Yamamoto grins as he throws an arm across Hibari's shoulder, leading him to their next destination.
"So, hungry? I know this place. They serve the best hamburgers! Want to go?" Hibari doesn't look at him, but gives a small nod. He doesn't push Yamamoto away. Yamamoto grins at that and happily leads the other to their next destination. He's pretty hungry himself. Sparring sure is hard work.
Yamamoto watches Hibari eat his hamburger. He couldn't help thinking how cute Hibari looks. It amuses him that Hibari eats his hamburger like how he fights. Quick and messy. The sides of his mouth lifts as a drop of ketchup smears the edge of the prefect's lips.
It surprises Hibari when a napkin finds its way to his face. He looks at Yamamoto, and sees the other smiling as he holds a napkin to Hibari's face. He gently wipes the edge of Hibari's lips. Hibari, too surprise to react, lets him. Yamamoto, happy at having been allowed to touch Hibari, grins wider.
"Don't mind me, Kyouya. You just got something there, that's all." Yamamoto quietly tells the other, then resumes eating his burger.
Hibari reddens slightly, and brings out his tonfa to cuff Yamamoto on the head.
"Don't touch me, herbivore." Yamamoto smiles at the admonishment. They finish their meal in silent. Yamamoto pays the tab, and they make their way out of the restaurant.
"So, is this date over, Yamamoto Takeshi?" Hibari asks.
"Nope. I've got a surprise for you. Come on!" Once again, Yamamoto takes a hold of Hibari's hand and leads him away.
They make their way to a small park in the middle of Namimori. It's relatively big. The sound of birds chirping fills the air, and a light breeze passes by.
"Where-"
"Hey, Hibari? Can you close your eyes for a few seconds?" Hibari looks at the other boy suspiciously before giving in. He feels Yamamoto take his hand and lead him through the brushes. The sound of the birds and breeze calms him. They stop, suddenly, and Yamamoto lets go of his hand.
"Okay. You can open your eyes now."
Hibari opens his eyes, and pink fills his vision. His eyes widen as they take in the image before them. Sakura trees. Beautiful pink petals all around him. His eyes turn to Yamamoto who's nervously watching him for his reaction. He doesn't know what to say. Sakura. He's had mixed feelings about them ever since Mukuro, but now, they're so beautiful.
"D-Do you like them?" Yamamoto nervously asks Hibari. He isn't sure whether Hibari's reaction is a good one or bad one. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Are their bodies buried under these?" Yamamoto blinks in surprise. What?
"Um...yeah. Ahaha. Yeah. There are." Yamamoto laughs sheepishly. Expect Hibari to ask him that question. It's so like him.
"Then, yes. I like them." Hibari continues to gaze up at the beautiful sakura petals around him. They really are quite beautiful. Yamamoto looks down at the skylark and smiles fondly at the other. He gently takes the prefect's hand in his and leads him to a viewing spot nearby. Together, they sit, watching the beautiful sakura petals fall.
Dinner time quickly rolls around. Yamamoto suggests they go to Takesushi where his pop's going to whip up a bash of delicious sushi for them. Hibari agrees. No sense in letting a good offer go to waste. They make it to the shop before the dinner rush and quietly sit at the table while Yamamoto's dad shows off his skills.
Introductions, of course, aren't needed. Yamamoto Tsuyoshi already knows who Hibari Kyouya is. After all, this is the guy his son is going out with. He'd be a horrible dad if he didn't even know who his son's dating. On a different note, Hibari Kyouya did send his son to the hospital. It'd only be polite to know who'd cause his son such injuries. But, he approves. Hibari Kyouya is a fine boy. He'll grow to be a fine man, and he'll make Takeshi one as well. All's well, ends well.
Hibari approves of Yamamoto Tsuyoshi. The man is no herbivore. He'd seen the look the other man gave him when he'd visited his son in the hospital. It spelled out pain and murder. He liked that look very much. It seems the Yamamoto family is full of surprises.
"Hey, Kyouya? We've got one last thing to do before our date is over. Let's go." Yamamoto thanks his dad as he rushes out with Hibari in hand. Hibari is surprised when they stop at the gates of Nami Chuu.
"Come on, Hibari." Yamamoto pulls Hibari towards the roof.
"Why are we here, Yamamoto Takeshi?"
"Ah, well. Let's have a friendly match." Yamamoto says as he goes over to a spot on the roof and pulls out his sword. He looks at the prefect, and Hibari can see the challenge in his eye. Hibari, immediately pulls out his tonfa and gives the other a feral grin.
"Let's." Hibari charges.
Yamamoto quickly blocks the other's attack, and lunges with one of his own. Likewise, Hibari blocks it and counters. And, like that, they dance around each other, much like a mating ritual.
Exhausted and bruised all over, Yamamoto lies on his back on the cold surface of the school's roof. Hibari lies next to him, breathing heavily from their earlier activity. That was fun, even if it did hurt a little. Yamamoto turns his head towards Hibari, and can't help feeling mesmerize at how ethereal the other boy looks, eyes closed and hair mussed, breathing heavily through slightly parted lips.
Yamamoto gets up on his elbow, and without thinking, leans over and plants a soft kiss on those pink lips. He feels Hibari seize up before relaxing, too calm to get work up over Yamamoto's intrusion. Surprised but pleased, Yamamoto deepens the kiss and feels Hibari lightly kiss back. Happiness floods his senses.
"Kyouya." Yamamoto whispers as he breaks the kiss. He stares into those beautiful eyes beneath him, and feels his breath caught in his throat. He really loves those beautiful eyes. Intense and full of passion. Just like their owner.
"I love you." He whispers. He leans his head on the other's chest, clutching onto the prefect's shirt as he awaits his reply.
"Herbivore." Hibari says, as he gently threads his fingers through Yamamoto's hair. Really now. Such a herbivore, but a tolerable one.
Yamamoto smiles into Hibari's chest as he feels those fingers softly running through his hair. He lies down with his head on the skylark's chest. Sleep slowly takes him as gentle fingers lull him to rest.
~~~~~love~~~~~