Disclaimers: Don't own KHR or its characters.
Warnings: it's back to fluff and swearing… and the entrance of a certain someone x)
My beta: AmbiguousThoughts – thank you once again, you lovely person~ :D
Fujiyoshida, 2.06am
Two hours had gone by, and still no missed calls or texts from Yamamoto.
Hibari stood there staring at his phone, his hair dripping wet, body only covered by a loose yukata. His fingertips were shriveled slightly from staying in the onsen and the shower for too long, but Hibari didn't care. Those dark, eagle-like eyes blinked absentmindedly in deep thought.
What is up with him…?
This kind of behavior was unlike Yamamoto. The sophomore was usually trailing after him like an overexcited little puppy – and Hibari took that attitude for granted; which was probably why it was more frustrating to see Yamamoto in a down state – especially because Hibari had no idea what the cause of it was. If the prefect were in the same area as Yamamoto, he would've gone right up to him and gotten the story out straight. But in this situation, not only was Yamamoto far away, but he was also…out of sight. Absent. If Yamamoto didn't answer his phone, there was no way Hibari could contact the other.
Nothing annoyed Hibari more than the feeling that he couldn't do anything – that horrible helpless feeling. It happened to him once before. The person disappeared into thin air without a single warning and no trails left behind. No addresses, no numbers, nothing…but one single piece of paper that ensured the fact that he was gone for good.
'Goodbye'. That one word made everything seemed so invaluable. All of their memories, their feelings… everything disappeared with that single word on that single note.
'I won't ever let you go.'
But you did.
'I love you too much.'
But you left.
'I can't live without you.'
…liar. Lies – they were all lies.
I should've known better than to trust those words – too sweet, too unreal. Something so close to heaven… I should've known such things couldn't exist. Not in my life.
Hibari closed his eyes and sighed. It had been a while since he last thought about 'him' – and it had been almost a year since they last saw each other. Things had changed since then. Hibari got stronger – and Yamamoto had entered his life. It took a while to break down his thickened walls, but the baseball player managed to do it somehow.
And even though he would never admit it… Hibari was grateful.
Yamamoto had that something about him…that certain, special quality that made people feel alive around him – that aura and optimism that seemed to light up the entire world. If Hibari was ice before, then Yamamoto was akin to the powerful bright energy of the sun that gradually melted Hibari until his frozen limbs and muscles began feeling once more.
'…I don't want to lose you…'
Hibari sighed, remembering the younger's sulking voice. But even if he wanted to call, Hibari knew fully well that he was never one for comforting others. Most likely he would depress Yamamoto even more if he tried. Plus, it was over two in the morning – clearly not the appropriate time.
He might've fallen asleep before I texted him. It was possible – but somehow, a gut feeling within Hibari didn't believe in that theory.
Hibari rid himself of the thought – closing his locker before he walked over to the towel shelf, picking up a towel to dry his hair. Everything was silent – so quiet the prefect could hear his own breathing – exactly how Hibari liked it.
Ever since he was younger, the Skylark always hated being crowded by people. Being the young master of the Hibari clan, he was always surrounded by servants and other families who would come up to him in attempt to impress him. The excess attention was suffocating – he preferred being alone and independent.
CLICK.
Just when Hibari was enjoying his personal alone time, one of the shower doors behind him clicked. The Skylark was mildly surprised – the reason he came here at this time was because he didn't expect anyone else but him to be around the onsen area.
Sighing – slightly dissatisfied that someone managed to disrupt his solitude – Hibari continued to dry his hair without turning to see the other male. The young prefect couldn't care less about who the newcomer was – he didn't have any interest for the person who dared interrupt his moment of peace.
But that was before he heard that voice.
"Kyouya…?"
'Kyouya.'
There were only a few people in his life who would dare to call him by his first name.
Andthere was only one person who ever called it with that tone of voice.
Hibari's heart dropped to his ankles – entirely forgetting to breathe.
It can't be…
The Skylark immediately spun around to look at the owner of that too-familiar voice, and the moment he saw his face, Hibari's body seemed to stop functioning altogether.
Standing before him was a tall man with golden blonde hair. His body was only covered by a single towel that wrapped loosely around his waist, leaving his top half exposed and still dripping wet. That toned torso was tattooed with intricate patterns from the neck, trailing down one arm and his sides until it disappeared beneath the towel. Those deep, warm mocha eyes were staring right at Hibari with a look of both disbelief and something else Hibari didn't dare acknowledge.
"You…" Hibari managed to find his voice once again – coming out in a tiny whisper.
It was him. It really was him.
The man who first made his heart complete, before shredding it to pieces…
…Dino Cavallone.
Okinawa, 8.59am
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-!
Yamamoto woke up with a throbbing headache – the alarm screeching from his mobile phone only amplifying the mad ringing in his skull. Groaning, Yamamoto threw his arm over towards the phone and shut down the alarm, his eyes peeking open to check the time.
On the screen, he noticed that he had one draft message unsent.
Squinting at the bright light, he checked the message. It was a reply to Hibari's text, but his own message box was still empty.
[Call if you're not asleep.]
"Wha-?" Yamamoto mumbled – he couldn't remember seeing this message, and as he racked his thoughts in search for the memory, his headache pounded his mind even more.
"Ugh…" Yamamoto groaned as he flipped his body over and pressed his hand over his forehead. His breath, he noticed, stank of alcohol – whilst the bed sheets were smeared with something that looked very much like dried semen. Frowning, Yamamoto also realized that he wasn't wearing anything under the blanket.
What…?
Yamamoto was confused – but everything slowly came crawling back to him in blurred segments of memories. The King game, the drinking, the kissing, the alcohol…then back to the room with Gokudera, Gokudera shouting, and then…
…oh.
Shit. Not good.
As soon as Yamamoto remembered what he had done with Gokudera last night, everything became clear to him. Why he was naked, the smears on the bed… and Yamamoto realized that once again, he had done something that he told himself he shouldn't. True, both of them were rather drunk last night, but it should never have led to something as intimate as that.
Looking at the shining mobile screen with the text draft to Hibari, Yamamoto was further reminded of his guilt.
He never should have done it. Why couldn't he stop himself? Everything that happened last night…it was driven by emotions that he shouldn't have. Not when he was bounded to another. This would only further complicate things between him and Gokudera – and Yamamoto couldn't even imagine how much this would hurt both the silvernette and Hibari. Regret washed over the baseball player like a tidal wave, and Yamamoto groaned once more as the hangover headache continued to attack him.
What do I do now…? How should I act?
What about Hibari – how can I face him now? Should I even let him know? That would be bad. But if he finds out later then it'll be even worse.
Crap…why did I even do it?
…
…and where is Gokudera?
Turning to look around the room, Yamamoto finally noticed that the subject of his concern was nowhere to be seen. But then, he heard the sound of the shower faucet and figured that the silvernette was in the bathroom.
Forcing himself to sit up on the bed and pull on his trousers, Yamamoto sat there with his head in his hands, unable to work out what he was supposed to do. Facing Gokudera right now would be extremely difficult, not to mention awkward. But Yamamoto knew he couldn't prevent the inevitable. He would have to come around it sooner or later – and he would hate to have this tension and stress linger; especially between him and Gokudera.
No matter whether what happened yesterday was a mistake or not, Yamamoto now understood that there was no doubt Gokudera was important to him – even though he still did not know what position Gokudera stood in his life, he was certain he didn't want to lose his connection with the silvernette.
The sound of the shower died down. The faucet had been turned off.
Yamamoto took a moment to take a deep breath and gather his strength before he slowly stood up and made his way towards the bathroom door. Standing in front of the doorway, he could hear Gokudera's movements within the bathroom – it made the situation even more real and more nerve-wracking.
Inhaling deeply, Yamamoto closed his eyes.
…we have to do this. Sooner or later – I will have to face him.
Whatever is done is done. I can't change that.
…but at least I could fix this. Find some way to make it work. There must be a solution somehow…
Rolling in his lips and gathering his courage one more time, Yamamoto knocked on the door.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Through the wooden door, Yamamoto could hear Gokudera's sharp intake of breath. Shadows overtook the light slits beneath the door, indicating that Gokudera was standing right on the other side.
For one silent moment, the two of them stood there – on each side of the door way, the wooden plank the only object between them.
Yamamoto broke the silence, "…Gokudera."
There was no reply, but the shadows beneath the door wavered slightly.
Resting one hand on the door, Yamamoto murmured, "…can I come in?"
A long moment passed, before eventually, the click of the doorknob could be heard – signaling unlock.
Yamamoto sighed, before he carefully opened the door, preparing himself for the worst: knowing that he might as well lose everything he ever had with Gokudera…and knowing that he wasn't ready for it.
…why did I even do it?
But as soon as the door eventually swung open and Yamamoto saw Gokudera's face, he understood why.
Gokudera was standing there with those slim arms crossed over his chest, biting his lips, his emerald eyes looking away. His damp silver hair was tied up, and he was only wearing a pair of dark, torn jeans – the top half of his body, still sprinkled with drops of water, exposing its pale, smooth complexion – with the exception of a few scars along that torso.
It took seeing Gokudera in that moment for Yamamoto to realize why he did everything last night. Not only did Yamamoto find Gokudera absolutely beautiful – but Yamamoto was intrigued by Gokudera as a whole: personality, attitude, flaws…everything. Everything of Gokudera attracted him to the silvernette. Ever since the first time they met, that broken look within those deep green eyes had unconsciously captured Yamamoto, and he had wanted to get to know this person and help remove that shattered look behind those eyes.
But the more Yamamoto found out and the closer he got…the more he wanted.
Yamamoto didn't know when or how it happened – but before he knew it, he wanted to claim Gokudera as his own, wanted to be by the silvernette's side, and wanted to learn him through and through. He wanted to be that one person who knew Gokudera more than everyone else – the one person who Gokudera depended on. He couldn't stand seeing Gokudera in pain. He couldn't stop himself from desiring. Everything happened simply because the person was no one else but Gokudera.
He cared for Gokudera – cared for him in a way that was beyond mere friendship.
I won't let you go. I can't. Not after all this time.
Gokudera, on the other hand, was getting more and more agitated by Yamamoto's silent stare, until he couldn't take it any longer. He turned towards Yamamoto and started, "Look…what happened last night-"
Silently, and without any warning, Yamamoto stepped closer to Gokudera and wrapped his arms around that petite body, embracing him, cutting Gokudera off.
Gokudera, shocked, froze in the embrace. Then, he slowly shook his head as Yamamoto held him closer, though he did not push away. Softly – almost weakly – he mumbled, "…don't."
Don't make it harder for me.
Yamamoto didn't listen. Instead, he pressed gentle kisses on Gokudera's head and slowly down the side of his neck, raising one hand to sift through Gokudera's damp hair.
"Yamamoto…" The silvernette trembled, closing his eyes and whispering, "…you can't do this." Yamamoto rested his cheek on the silvernette's head before he murmured, "I know…but, Gokudera…"
He leaned back slightly to look into Gokudera's eyes, which were looking right back at him.
I really can't lose you…
He continued, "…I can't stand it. I just can't stand this feeling of…wanting you…"
Gokudera rolled in his lips, looking away. You can't say that. Not now. Not in your position.
Yamamoto moved his hand to Gokudera's neck where it met the jaw line before he murmured apologetically next to Gokudera's ear, "I'm sorry…"
Gokudera bit his lips before he said, "You're selfish."
Yamamoto nodded, "…I know."
"I know what you're trying to do," Gokudera continued, "After you say all of this to me, I'm supposed to give in to you like a stupid, love-struck little girl. Then, you'll keep dating that prefect of yours whilst you have me as your secret affair…"
Yamamoto couldn't argue because he knew, to a very large extent, Gokudera was right.
"I'm not an idiot. I'm not stupid and blinded enough to agree to that sort of crap. If you expect me to just give in, you're wrong," Gokudera muttered.
But even as he was saying this, the silvernette still could not bring up the strength to pull away from Yamamoto's arms.
Yamamoto looked at Gokudera and decided that he wasn't about to let him go. He couldn't and he wouldn't. Gokudera mattered too much to him – he couldn't stand losing what they have now. Thus, Yamamoto said, "Are you sure? After all this, you can go back to being normal friends with me?"
Gokudera avoided looking at him in the eyes as he replied, "Yes. I don't…I don't even feel that much towards you. Don't be so full of yourself, moron."
Bullshit. I feel more than enough. I feel too much. Gokudera clenched his fists.
Yamamoto saw right through the lie, "Gokudera…"
"What?" Gokudera snapped.
"If you really mean that…" Yamamoto moved closer.
I'm sorry. I'm not letting you go.
He murmured on Gokudera's lips, "…push me away."
"Wha- mm…" Gokudera's sentence was cut off when Yamamoto gently sealed his lips with a tender kiss.
Gokudera was reluctant, but he just could not bring himself to push away. Yamamoto's hand trailed down Gokudera's spine as the others lips coaxed his own into moving in time. The kiss was soft, sweet and ever so passionate – Yamamoto running the tip of his tongue along the seam of Gokudera's lips, and Gokudera allowing entrance to his mouth, meeting that tongue with his own.
Selfish huh…? That's an understatement. You knew there was no way I'd be able to push away – not this kiss and not you.
It felt natural kissing Yamamoto – as though there was nothing more right to do in the world. Slow and sensual, their lips parted and met time and time again, until Gokudera was weak in Yamamoto's arms – holding onto to him and panting softly, his face flushed.
Yamamoto braced Gokudera close, gently pecking on the spot on Gokudera's neck that was marked from yesterday.
Gokudera muttered, "…so damn selfish…"
"I'm sorry…," Yamamoto murmured before he kissed Gokudera once again, unable to stop himself. Even though he knew it was wrong, even though he knew about the consequences…but Yamamoto just could not resist the silvernette as long as he was still within reach. Not anymore.
Gokudera closed his eyes.
Push him away, you idiot. Just push him away and everything will be over. He would never hold me or kiss me or look at me that way again. It will be all over…
…damn it. I can't. I don't want it to be over.
Baseball idiot…who the hell are you to make me become this stupid…?
This. This is stupid. If I give in, it will only make it worse later on. I'd be a moron to let that happen.
"Gokudera…," Yamamoto breathed, pressing Gokudera closer against his body and peppering soft kisses down Gokudera's jaw line and neck, one hand rested on the small of Gokudera's lower back whilst the other carefully supported the back of Gokudera's head, gently fisting his hair.
Gokudera looked at Yamamoto's face, whose eyes turned to meet his own. Those dark chocolate eyes were so warm and filled with passion, care and apology – almost pleading Gokudera to agree to this wrong-doing.
The silvernette sighed.
…I don't care. I don't fucking care anymore.
Gokudera rested one hand around Yamamoto's neck, the other on Yamamoto's face, before he pulled him in for a deep, breath-stealing kiss…and as soon as their lips met this time, all hesitations, thoughts and everything else seemed to dissolve away, far into the fading background.
No guilt, no worries, no regrets, no Hibari, no abuses, no problems, no one else…just the two of them – Yamamoto and Gokudera – together.
And in that moment, it was all that mattered.
Okinawa, 10.37am
"Gokudera-kun! Yamamoto!" Tsuna called out as he clumsily made his way through the crowd towards his friends.
"Tsuna! I am so sorry for locking you out yesterday… Where did you go?" Gokudera asked, concern written all over his face.
"Oh, it's okay… Reborn-sensei, um…found me a place to sleep," Tsuna smiled dryly.
"Ah, sorry for the trouble," Yamamoto smiled apologetically, ruffling Tsuna's hair.
Tsuna shook his head, "No, really, it's okay…"
"I still feel like I have to make it up to you, though…how about I buy you some drinks?" Yamamoto asked with a smile.
Tsuna nodded, "If you want to…"
"I want root beer," Gokudera stated.
"Hai, hai," Yamamoto smiled before he jogged off to the drinks' store nearby.
As soon as Yamamoto was gone, Tsuna glanced nervously at Gokudera before he questioned, "Um…Gokudera-kun, so…how are things between you and…?"
Gokudera immediately felt heat rush to his cheeks, "We're…good, I guess. There's no need to worry."
"That kiss mark…is it Yamamoto's by any chance?" Tsuna asked, noticing the dark purple bruise on Gokudera's pale neck.
Gokudera didn't reply to this question – but the dark blush on his face was enough of a response for Tsuna.
Damn you baseball idiot…
The brown-haired boy smiled. He was glad about how things turned out between his two friends, even though it was still awkward to imagine them doing all sorts of…things. However, the forbidden subject of Hibari was still definitely lingering in the air – but Tsuna decided to leave it unspoken.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi," at that moment, Reborn appeared behind the two of them.
"Ahh-! Reborn-!" Tsuna jumped, subconsciously hiding beside Gokudera.
"I thought I made it quite clear that you'd be under my watch all day today." Reborn said, narrowing his eyes at the young boy.
Gokudera crossed his arms, "Oi, Sensei, what suitable reason do you have to-"
Tsuna cut Gokudera off, "Um, it's okay, Gokudera-kun! I, um…agreed to it."
Reborn raised his eyebrows, "If so, leave your friends and follow me."
"Hai, Sensei…," Tsuna mumbled, following behind his tutor. Gokudera was about to argue, but Tsuna waved his hands, telling Gokudera not to do anything rash.
Gokudera reluctantly nodded, understanding. However, when Tsuna turned around and revealed a red mark on the back of his neck, Gokudera frowned.
If I remember correctly, nobody kiss-marked him there in the King game…
So that must mean…
Gokudera's eyes widened. Oh, that bastard! How dare he-
"Eh? Where did Tsuna go?" Yamamoto came jogging back towards him, holding one bottle of orange juice and one bottle of root beer.
"Tch!" Gokudera clicked his tongue, snatching the root beer from Yamamoto's hand and quickly drinking it down.
Yamamoto chuckled, wondering what could have pissed off the silvernette. Gokudera was almost like an angry little stray cat whenever he was annoyed – Yamamoto found it absolutely adorable.
"Ushishi~, why, someone's gotten off the wrong side of the bed this morning." Bel appeared beside them, snickering in that signature way of his.
"Go away, Bel," Gokudera groaned.
"Ushishishi~, the prince just thought that he would grace you two with his almighty presence," Bel grinned. "Oh, by the way, Sensei told the prince to tell everyone to get on the buses already."
"Ah, okay. Thanks, Bel," Yamamoto smiled.
"My pleasure~," Bel spoke in a sing-song voice before he walked off, half-skipping as he hummed a creepy yet pleasant tune, frequently pulling out his mobile and smiling widely at the screen.
"Haha, well he seems happy," Yamamoto noted as he made his way towards the car park with Gokudera.
"Psycho-freak," Gokudera muttered – a comment to which Yamamoto just laughed.
Ever since that morning, the two seemed to have returned to their normal behaviors towards each other, but they both knew something deeper ran between them. Occasionally, Yamamoto's hand would brush against Gokudera's, and their eyes would meet for that one lingering moment that confirmed the bond that was beyond friendship between them. The subject of 'Hibari' naturally became taboo. Neither Yamamoto nor Gokudera spoke of him or even mentioned something related to the prefect – so that maybe, just for now, they could pretend that there were no problems waiting for them – no consequences of their relationship. Right now, it was just them, together, with no one else – and they would cherish this time as much as they can.
Soon enough, the two got to the car park area, and as they were waiting to put their luggage in the bus, Yamamoto spotted the three ex-Kokuyo students walking towards them.
"Oh, look…," Yamamoto raised his eyebrows when all of a sudden he saw Ken pecking a very quick kiss on Chikusa's cheek.
Gokudera frowned, "Whoa. When did that happen…?"
Yamamoto laughed, "Ahaha. Last night, I guess? Mukuro always said that they had a thing for each other, though."
"Huh, no shit," Gokudera nodded, noticing the way the ever-so-stoic Chikusa managed to blush slightly. Then, he also noticed, "Hey. Why the hell is Mukuro walking like that?"
Yamamoto looked over to Mukuro, who was walking in a half-limp half-hobble with Chrome Dokuro beside him, supporting him. It was rather strange seeing Mukuro, who always walked with an arrogant stride, to be hobbling along in an almost painful manner.
"Hey, Mukuro, what's wrong?" Yamamoto asked as Mukuro got closer.
"Hm~? Why, Ace, nothing's wrong," Mukuro smirked in his usual way, but it could still be obviously seen that Mukuro's body was hurting.
"Then why are you walking like your back's killing you?" Gokudera wanted to know.
At that comment, Mukuro's cheeks blushed darkly. The rebel tried to cover it up with a chuckle, "Kufufu~, all I could say is that I blame it all on one certain somebody."
"Hm? Someone managed to hurt you? Wow, that's impressive," Yamamoto said.
"Impressive indeed," Mukuro forced a smile, before he tucked his luggage in the lower cabin of the bus.
The ex-Kokuyo then painfully made his way over to the bus door, where a certain white haired headmaster was standing with a smile, all too sweet, on his face. Those lavender eyes were almost sparkling.
"Need help getting up on the bus, Mukuro-kun?" Byakuran smiled teasingly.
Mukuro glared at him accusingly, "You suck."
Byakuran chuckled, "Why, yes, I do…but only Mukuro-kun's though." He winked.
"Bloody perv…" Mukuro hit his shoulder, but it still didn't wipe off the smile from his face.
"Oh, you know you love it…," Byakuran murmured seductively beside Mukuro's ears, lowering his voice as he spoke, "At least, judging from your moans last night…"
"Shut. Up." Mukuro hissed – his mismatched eyes were glaring so intensely that if it were anybody else but Byakuran, holes would have been bored into the person.
Byakuran, clearly enjoying this, caressed the younger's cheek gently with his thumb, "Hope I wasn't too rough on you… You were just so tempting… I couldn't hold back…"
Mukuro groaned in annoyance, pushing Byakuran out of the way before he struggled to get himself on the bus. Byakuran chuckled happily before he grabbed Mukuro and helped the younger up, stealing a quick kiss on the back of his hand.
Mukuro rolled his eyes, but he still couldn't stop himself from blushing every time he was reminded of what happened last night.
Later on, after everyone was seated, the bus took off – leaving Okinawa and heading back towards Namimori.
Tsuna was forced to sit next to Reborn, the young boy so tense that it was a wonder why he didn't breakdown underneath the pressure. Mukuro was sitting next to his twin sister, Chrome, with the headmaster Byakuran sitting in front of them, always turning around to tease Mukuro. On the other side of the bus, Ken and Chikusa were sitting next to each other, acting like they usually do – although their hands were secretly intertwined beneath a packet of crisps. Kyoko and Haru were also beside each other, giggling about how fun last night had been. Bel, sitting behind the girls, was alone this time but with a smile wider than any other as he continued to text a certain kouhai on his phone. Then, there was Gokudera and Yamamoto, sitting together. Gokudera had fallen asleep – his head unconsciously resting on Yamamoto's shoulders – the baseball player also asleep.
Despite most hangovers in the students, the atmosphere in the bus was, undeniably, oozing with romance.
Fujiyoshida, 10.37am
Hibari sat silently on his bed, leaning against the wall, a pillow in his arms. He had sat in this very same position last night – fallen asleep – and eventually woke up; but no matter how much time had passed, the shock and the memories did not leave him.
The situation that occurred last night by the onsen was still fresh in his mind…
Fujiyoshida, 2.18am
"Kyouya…?"
"You…" Hibari could not believe it. Seeing Dino standing here before him after one whole year of not even knowing whether he was alive or dead; one whole year of desperately searching for him…and then he just managed to appear right then and there – purely on coincidence.
Dino looked different. He was taller, his blonde hair longer, that body more toned, that skin more tanned, but more than anything, he had that major intricate set of tattoos that stretched down the length of his left arm and body.
Hibari frowned. He never thought Dino was the type of guy who would get a tattoo – especially not one as large and eye-catching as this…and yet, the tattoos suited him so well, accentuating his shape and making him even more attractive than he already was.
Dino, on the other hand, looked just as shocked at seeing Hibari after all this time. They stood there, staring at each other, taking in the existence of each other.
Time could do a lot of things to people. In the one year that they haven't seen each other, the two had almost forgotten what it felt like to have the other so close – had almost forgotten all the minor details, all the feelings that could be created in the presence of the other. It was as if all the faded memories were brought back to vivid colors once again – the true, freshness of the image finally clear.
Dino couldn't take his eyes of Hibari as he murmured, "…how have you been?"
Hearing Dino's voice brought back all sorts of memories that Hibari had forced away – crashing into him like a tidal wave. Hibari avoided meeting those warm caramel eyes as he mumbled, "Fine."
After that, there was an awkward moment between the two. So many questions they wanted to ask each other, so many things they wanted to say… but no words came out of either's mouth, afraid that shattering the silence would disillusion the other's existence. It was unreal for the both of them –meeting in the most unlikely situation.
Hibari didn't want to be the one who started the conversation, but curiosity got the better of him. He mumbled, "…where have you been?"
"I was in Italy," Dino murmured, his eyes never once leaving Hibari's face.
Italy? His birth place, huh… Hibari thought, still not meeting Dino's eyes. He wasn't sure whether he was ready to look into them – unsure whether they would bring back too many memories, too many feelings.
Dino had been Hibari's lover for two years. They met in Namimori High School when Hibari was a freshman and Dino was a gap student, working in the medical unit. Hibari got in a lot of fights, so they met frequently in the Nurse's office. Dino was always the one who took care of Hibari's wounds, and soon enough, one way or another, they fell for each other – their personalities cancelling each other out in the best way possible.
Throughout their two-year relationship, they were in love. They knew each other thoroughly, and they understood each other better than anyone – their weaknesses, their strengths, the way and the reason they do the things they do. Dino was the first person who ever reached Hibari's deepest, most sensitive part – the one who was able to crack him open, learn his ways and make him melt right into his arms. From someone who never thought he could care or feel so much for somebody, Dino managed to make Hibari feel all those emotions for him. Dino was, with no doubt, the Skylark's first love.
When it came to the summer when Hibari was moving from a sophomore to a junior, they were closer than ever. So, so close, that Hibari allowed Dino to take him. They spent the whole night making love, kissing each other so passionately, clinging on to each other as though to never let go, Dino whispering a thousand words of all the emotions that he felt for the Skylark. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
But then, in the morning, Dino was gone – gone for good – leaving nothing behind but his scent on the bed sheets and a short note, saying nothing else but the word 'goodbye'. There were no explanations, no information on how long he would be gone or how to contact him. He just…disappeared. No matter how much Hibari searched, he couldn't find him. He didn't even have any idea whether Dino was alive or not. For the first few months, it killed him. Losing Dino affected him like nothing ever did. Surely, he got better later on…the wounds healed – but, of course, the scars never left.
Standing there, with Dino in right front of him then, was so difficult for him. He didn't know whether to punch the guy in the face or to pull him in for a tight embrace.
Dino could read Hibari's emotions. He could see how those fingers clenched and unclenched, how stiff those shoulders were, and he knew how Hibari felt. Seeing Hibari was hard for him, too. He wanted to explain so many things, but he was certain Hibari wouldn't hear him out. He knew the Skylark – he understood what Hibari was thinking. What he did to him back then…it was unforgivable.
Yet, seeing Hibari confused and shocked like that…Dino couldn't help but want to hold him.
"Kyouya…," Dino softly whispered, taking a step towards the young prefect.
Hibari tensed at the way Dino called his name, taking a step back before he gasped slightly when his back touched the cold lockers behind him.
It hurt Dino to see Hibari distance himself from him in this way, but he completely understood why. Dino took another step closer, before he carefully rested his hand on Hibari's shoulder.
Hibari immediately grabbed Dino's wrist, though he did not push the hand away. However, he was gripping hard enough to almost cut off Dino's circulation, and he was still refusing to meet Dino's eyes.
Warm. Hibari recognized the heat from Dino's palm. His body still remembered this touch as though it was embedded into his memory.
Dino watched Hibari's reaction, before he slowly moved his other hand to gently touch Hibari's cheek, brushing the damp strands of hair away from his face.
Hibari looked at Dino, then. His sharp, dark eagle-like eyes half-glaring at the other – it was difficult for him to meet those eyes that were so familiar to him. Especially because they were looking at him in the exact same way they did one year ago…
It was as though Dino had caught him in a trance, and he couldn't even move or speak.
"Kyouya…," Dino breathed his name, running his thumb tantalizingly gently over Hibari's cheek and looking right into his eyes as he spoke, "…I missed you."
Hibari's heart lurched so hard that it was almost painful.
Dino moved even closer, so close that their bodies were mere centimeters away from each other, their lips almost brushing against one another, feeling each other's warm breath. Dino continued, "Kyouya, I…I still-"
That was it. Hibari couldn't take it anymore – he couldn't bear to hear what Dino was about to say. Thus, the Skylark quickly pushed Dino away and walked off, escaping before he could hear the words that would shake him even further.
Fujiyoshida, 10.39am
Hibari sighed deeply, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.
Don't let it get to you. Don't you dare let him get to you again…
Trying to distract himself from all the confusions and questions building up within him, Hibari grabbed his mobile phone.
Still no calls or texts from Yamamoto.
The Skylark sighed once again before he threw the phone to the other side of the bed.
Why did you come back? Why now?
'…I miss you.'
'Kyouya, I…I still-'
And to say that as well… Hibari bit his lips.
"…selfish."
A/N: Okay~! So yes, I think most of you already expected this, but there will be D18 in this fic as well. But, like I already said many times before, the 8018 is definitely NOT over. There will be a lot more of both 8059 and 8018 to come, I promise you. So I hope you guys don't mind Mr. Cavallone entering the story to stir things up a little~ ;)
So sorry for the late update… but, good news, two more weeks and my exams are over! :D So I'll be able to update faster, hopefully, then~! :3
As always, let me know what you think! Thank you for reading and reviewing~! ;D