A/N: Ah.. A short chapter because I'm writing this at 3 a.m. and I'm thinking I should go to sleep. School tomorrow. Haha, oh... My math test today... I hope I can function. But I wanted to release a new chapter since I haven't updated in how many months? It's been a while so yeah, enjoy~
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"Die... just die..."
This stupid voice...
"You're just a worthless brat anyway. No one wants you..."
Shut up.
"The devil's offspring,"
Shut up!
"Can you even say that you deserve to live?"
I said to shut up!
Hibari shot his arms out to silence the annoying voice. Didn't he say to shut the hell up?! This unrelenting voice that keeps spouting in his dreams!
His fingernails dug hard into the surface of whatever he was grabbing. He wanted it to bleed - to bleed and leave him the fuck alone!
"Oww! That hurts!"
Hibari flung his eyes open at the unfamiliar voice.
His mind became blank as he saw blond strands of hair dangling right above his nose; an unbearably close face of a particular stranger hovered right above his. The man smiled playfully as their eyes met, a chiseled expression like that of a statue.
"Are you awake yet?"
The words seemed to mock him. Hibari grabbed a clump of the man's hair and shoved the Italian's face away.
"Oww!" the man whined a second time as he fell to the floor.
The dark haired teen quickly sat up, ignoring his cries, and glaring at the mafioso. He recognized that voice, something about it irking him; he was sure it was a mafioso. Hibari quickly scanned his surroundings and found himself on a white bed placed inside a spacious room; a big window placed in the opposite side of where he was lit the walls brightly making him feel out of place from the welcoming atmosphere. Where the hell was he? He turned his back to the Italian who was picking himself up from the ground and rubbing his head.
"That really hurt," the blond scrunched his brows in pain. "I'm gonna go bald if you do that,"
His dark brown eyes shifted to the dark haired teen on the bed, and for a moment, when the bright light hit him, the color turned slightly hazel. His face softened, like last time when he was taking a long look at the younger boy, and Hibari grew tense. Without realizing it, Hibari now felt the hot liquid sliding down his cheek. The man held out a hand reaching for the side of the boy's face and the teen smacked it away. He didn't want no mafioso's pity.
"Boss," an abrupt knock came at the door.
For some reason, the man jerked at the sudden call. The blond acted quickly, wrapping his rejected hand around Hibari's eyes and pulled him back down to the mattress.
"Hn!" the rebellious teen tried to fight it, but a firm grip squeezeed his arm to stay still.
A soft bounce moved the mattress as Hibari didn't land back on a pillow, but on the blond's lap.
"Boss," a creak indicated that the door was opened. Footsteps followed revealing that a man had came in, a person Hibari was prevented from seeing due to a huge palm blocking his face. "Is he awake yet?"
"No, he's still sleeping," the blond lied.
Hibari frowned at the false truth and the hand at this face pressed deeper into him. What the hell? Why was the man lying? The two men continued to talk, but their voices fell low in respect for the "sleeping" guest.
There was awkward pause that followed when the baritones suddenly stopped talking, and Hibari felt a hand brush against his hair. His head wanted to twitch away from the contact; the foreign hand felt like a worm threatening to infect his skin. If he had the strength to move right now, he would've pounced the man who was weirdly rubbing his scalp! What was this motion?! The gentle touch made him feel odd.
There was silence for a few seconds, and the door creaked again.
"I'll come back later then,"
The footsteps went out the door and faded as the wooden entrance closed back shut.
As soon as the other person was gone, the dark haired teen sprang from his back and twisted the arm that was on him.
"H-hey!" the man tried to undo the twist and ended up dragging Hibari to the floor with him.
A loud thud hit the ground along with the two and the Italian mafioso found himslef pinned tightly with the boy ontop of him.
"Calm down!" he tried to slow the boy down, but there were zero chances of that.
"Don't ever touch me," the teen growled swinging an arm at him.
With their difference in strength though, the blond was able to push from under the angry teen and block the flying fist with his hand.
"I was just trying to make you stop crying!" the man yelled.
Hibari's brow twitched at that. Him? Crying? Please, the only emotion he ever felt was hate. He kept trying to push his caught fist down at the trapped person under him, trying to win over him, but his hand just became shaky.
Within the few moments of their struggling, the blond could tell that he could easily overpower the smaller boy. He let out a sigh, troubled, and held out his other hand not fighting with the angsty teen. The spaces between his fingers brushed by the boy's silky dark locks again.
"Like this," he softly motioned his hand agianst the teen's scalp. "It's supposed to make you feel better. It does, doesn't it?"
The dent under the boy's lips dug in deeper. His touch... This man was making his fist feel weak.
"They used to do this a lot to me when I had nightmares when I was a kid. It makes the bad thoughts go away,"
"Nightmare?" Hibari's grey irises became even colder. Yeah, he was having one. He always had one. But how did the blond know?
"You were screaming a lot," the sympathetic look that the man seemed to wear so well formed on his face. "It must have been a bad dream,"
A seering hotness misted Hibari's sight, and something dripped down from his lashes. The man couldn't even realize how bad and how painful it was. He blinked a few times and saw a clear droplet fall and run down at the man's cheek below him. Was it... Was it rainning inside the room?
The Italain took this moment of the teen being stunned at his own tears and pushed himself to sit up. Not saying anything, he continued to let his palms rub the back of the boy's head and held him close so that the teen's face could be hidden against his chest.
Dumbfounded at what the hell his body was doing, Hibari froze in his position, letting the man hold him tenderly. This salty stream coming out from his eyes, what the heck was it? What was this man doing to him?! His forehead now rested against the white muscle shirt of the Italian whose arms were around him. He could feel the muscles of his chest move as the blond leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.
"Don't worry, nightmares go away. They'll go away,"
The teen's grey irises sharpened.
Go away?
Go away?
How the hell does a nightmare go away when you were living it?
"Hah~" the man sighed.
The arms around Hibari's neck got heavier and heavier until he was pulled down to the floor. A tanned carpet covered the wood and the man comfortably laid back.
"You know, I was trying to wake you up when you were dreaming, but you kept telling me to shut up,"
The mafioso's hand stopped playing witht the teen's hair for a moment getting serious.
"I'm not going to ask about your dream, but I think I'd like it better if you screamed my actual name than 'shut up,"
Hibari lifted his head a bit from the muscular chest to take a peek at the Italian and found the dark brown orbs staring back down at him.
"My name's Dino," he smiled.
The teen scoffed and put his head back down.
"I still haven't learned your name though," he nudged the boy.
Hibari didn't answer.
There was a soft laugh saying that the man didn't mind. "Hibari, right? At least, that's what Romario told me. He also told me that it meant 'skylark,' and that you're a bird. It's funny, because you kind of remind me of a bird. The way you look... I don't know," he shrugged forgetting where he was heading with his sentences.
An annoyed grumble rumbled out of the boy's throat as he turned away from the nonsense talking Italian, and another laugh rang from him.
"I like birds though," Dino tried to bring him back buried in his arms. "I do, but they often don't like me back,"
Hibari couldn't but have an expected thought run by his mind: this man was stupid. Odd. He felt so uncomfortable with him... But yet... He just needed to run away. He needed to fly away from this Dino. This mafioso.
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A/N: No, Dino's not stupid. Haha, just wanted to say. He's just silly :)
Hopefully the two weren't out of character?
hoped you guys enjoyed it! Please, review because I will be continuing this! Sorry for the long wait!