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5/5 Hibari's Birthday

Title: Godless

Author: luinael

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Warnings: None (possible spoilers up to current chapter)

Summary: Recollections of Hibari


1) He doesn’t know happiness

Hibird.  A bird chirps, a shrill, bright yellow sound.  Namimori.  A disciplined school, organized neatly, runs like clockwork.  Space.  A clear open field.  Intrigue.  A baby he challenges but cannot defeat. 

And you’re wrong.

Vanity.  A ring that ties him to a group, affiliation.  Ennui.  Late afternoon boredom, when no one has broken the rules and there’s no one to punish.  Crowds.  Hundreds of synchronized heartbeats, the same, (disgustingly) afraid.  Flawed.  A so-called tutor who’s only human after all.

And you’re right.


2) He doesn’t know peace

An empty sky, blue as it reflects the ocean reflects the sky.  Warm concrete of a school roof, gentle friction against his body, his interlocked hands behind his head.  Sakura blossoms, a swath of elegant pinks and reds and whites.  Tea leaves steeped in water that has just been boiled, unfurling a delicate aroma.  A tranquil room enclosed by delicate Japanese screens. 

And you’re wrong.

Glint of unerring metal strikes the target, red blood splatters and stains.  The sound of his ribs cracking under the sharp blow of a trident handle.  Leather snapping around his wrist.  A thousand flowers, choking the water as they decay, never ending (disturb his sleep). 

And you’re right.

3) He doesn’t know mercy

A little creature rescued from “lost”, redeemed from “enemy”; for his own sake.  A boy conveniently exploding his cage; a debt repaid.  A girl who forgets how to live and remembers how to die; …?

And you’re wrong.

Machine that sucks out life, vampiric, struck down in one blow [who cares about consequences?].  Blonde-haired electric chair, so close to executioner, raggedly impaled [get the fuck out of my land].  Ten years too young and still somehow alive but maybe soon to be asphyxiated [Fight or die, herbivore].

And you’re right.

4) He doesn’t know fear

Intruder, foreigner, hair the wrong shade of gold and too confident in his skill.  Disturbing the peace, making him kneel unable to catch his breath desperately or move, dizzy.  White and black and silver, there is no other color for them and there’s so many he can’t catch his breath.  (Because he’s afraid of death and who isn’t, movement is life)

And you’re wrong.

Sparring, euphoria, no need to hold back, a sense of relief.  And how long does your moment last because mine is neatly concluded, closer to winning than losing.  He flares against a monochromatic scene, recovers indigo, rings, flame, life.

And you’re right.


5) He doesn’t know humanity

A child who hasn’t learned to speak correctly, short hair neatly braided.   His second-in-command who resolves minor issues, keeps his peace, knows exactly what he wants.  Buying time, holding back the Millefiore. 

And you’re wrong.

Touch him and die, filthy weak herbivore contamination.  Kill first, and never bother asking.  Get up and fight even if his entire body is shattered because broken bodies heal faster than pride.  There’s no limit to his potential.

And you’re right.

6) He doesn’t know God

How many people pray to God each day?  Probably millions, hundreds of millions, voices all beseeching salvation.  On Sundays, especially, God must be swamped by demands and requests.  Let me have this and I will be happy, or I will die without it. 

He doesn’t believe that a sparrow’s fall is the result of providence, doesn’t feel the need to ask for forgiveness or eternal love.  Everything he has done needs no justification.  Hibari doesn’t ask for anything, and not because he can’t, but because he doesn’t need to.  He takes what he wants. 

            In the end it comes down to one rule: Don’t change (but even God does every time someone prays to him)



And which would you rather be.  Right or wrong?



A/N: I think this is in part inspired by the comment that Runesque made about how the only god Hibari believes in is himself.  I would wish Hibari-san a happy birthday, except I’d probably get bitten to death.  (And I just broke my promise I wasn’t going to write more fic after Kokuyou =_=)  I guess the point of this was exploration of perspective and voice, and pure imagery.  And no I don’t know why things always end up in six parts. 


Drabble (because I couldn’t resist a tint of D18 on his birthday)

            Dino doesn’t bother knocking on the front door, because he knows it will be unlocked.  It’s unlocked, not out of forgetfulness or carelessness, but because it’s convenient.  No one would be arrogant or stupid enough to enter Hibari’s home without his permission, let alone steal.  No one except Dino (and really, a snide voice in his head says, you’re just stupid.)  He steps inside, slips off his shoes, gestures for Romario to do the same.  He manages to walk silently upstairs. 

The second door he encounters is the one he knocks on, tak tak tak, three sharp taps in succession.  He’s sure Hibari is already aware of his presence, but old habits die hard.  The door is wrenched open, and dark eyes glare furiously up at him.  Dino chuckles at the infuriated look in his eyes. His mouth curves naturally upward, a fool’s grin on his face.  A few more years, and maybe he’d really be afraid of his student. 

“Can I come in?”  Ever the polite, genial gentleman.  Except it’s a statement hidden within a request. 

            Hibari makes a disgusted noise, but doesn’t slam the door in Dino’s face.  Dino closes the door carefully, leaving Romario outside.  He promptly trips on the carpet and falls on the couch, narrowly missing the table.  In the meantime, Hibari has seated himself primly in another chair, one leg crossed over the other, in the posture of a boss who means business. 

            Dino grabs a random book lying on the table, bows his head over it to hide his grin.  All the prepared words and well-wishes have vanished.  The book is snatched away from his hands, tossed onto the table, clattering into the glass of water resting there.  For a moment, Dino is tempted to give Hibari the number of a highly recommended therapist who specializes in anger management.  Except that Hibari would make the therapist seriously consider working in a less dangerous field before returning to annihilate him for presuming that he needed someone’s help. 

Instead, he simply says, “Happy Birthday, Kyouya~”

            “There’s nothing happy about my birthday.”  The corners of his mouth are obstinately down, angry.

            Dino is surprised, but not really.  There’s a limit to how much he can understand, the heir of a mafia family with grandiose birthday parties.  He manages to walk the short distance separating them.  His hand comes down in a friendly gesture, but it is knocked away before it even approaches Hibari’s shoulder.  Dino drops his hand awkwardly, sits down on the arm of the chair.  He tries again, manages to grab the left sleeve above the carefully pinned badge.  “Come on, let’s go celebrate.” 

            Hibari yanks his sleeve away, and grabs a fistful of Dino’s shirt.  Everything about this idiot foreigner is too bright, too patterned.  Why couldn’t he ever wear simple black-and-white?  There is a tense exchange, Hibari’s murderous intent clashing against Dino’s slight grin.  Or what?  You’ll bite me to death?   Were all Italians this infuriating?  Dino reaches up a gentle hand, grabs Hibari’s wrist and gently disengages it from the fabric of his shirt.  The fingers are slender, the nails delicately trimmed.  He leans in closer, examining the curious gray eyes of the other.  Forcefully, Hibari rips his wrist out of Dino’s grasp, is away within moments.  Dino, overbalanced, falls into the empty seat.  

            As usual, the metal tonfas appear out of nowhere, pressing against a warm pulse.  He doesn’t want to touch his teacher directly, as if there was some contagious disease he could catch.  Dino stays still, doesn’t reach for his whip.  “I’ll bite you to death.” 

            But you won’t, because you would have done so long ago.  He doesn’t say this aloud.  His student is perfect, efficient in his movements and inhuman in his endurance.  But his student is terribly flawed, and it isn’t something he can teach.  How to smile, how to enjoy the feeling of someone’s arm resting across your shoulder, and how to love.  He considers this, realizes his shortcomings as a tutor. 

            A sharp pain in his head directs his attention back.  Another blow, possibly more damaging, flies at his face.  His muscles react automatically, coiled whip flicking outwards and entangling Hibari’s arms.  He gets up, pulls the younger boy closer, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head. 

            “I’m sorry.” He murmurs into the crown of Hibari’s head. 

            Hibari bites him. 

            “You have no manners,” but his voice is laughing.

            “Says the one who breaks and enters,” and his voice is snarling, feral. 

            Dino laughs again, holds up his hands in defeat, leaves rubbing his bleeding neck. 

Hibari returns to his book.


A/N: OHGODICAN’TBELIEVEIJUSTWROTETHEWORSTD18INTHEWORLD.  In the words of my friend: You can’t write G.  And although I labeled it D18, I rather consider Dino and Hibari to be on equal footing.   Oh, yes, and absolute final note:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HIJIKATA-SAN (I won't even bother trying to write fic for you because I have no time and I don't know how to write you.  Sorry =/)


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 6th, 2008 02:57 am (UTC)
I AM SO HAPPY YOU DECIDED NOT TO STOP WRITING~~~~~~ *twirl* This'll give the Runedaime something to do when she's transiting in ass Singapore. :)

Well, in terms of the actual FIC, you definitely had me suckered in by the opening paragraph. ^__^ I like stories like that; ones that snag me from the get-go. It's rare that I see them, and GAH YOU'RE SUCH A FREAKING DESCRIPTIVE WRITER AND ILU.

Your use of parentheses was really artistic, too. The first bit was definitely my favorite, but the last bit was a killer, too. I like your summarization of religion. :)

Unfortunately, as always, I'm a big ol' pile of failure at leaving reviews, but I did want to point out that I liked your D18, too, that it WASN'T crap and frankly, if you can make me read that pairing without cringing, it must be pretty damned awesome. ♥ %1000!

May. 6th, 2008 05:48 am (UTC)
I like stories like that; ones that snag me from the get-go. It's rare that I see them, and GAH YOU'RE SUCH A FREAKING DESCRIPTIVE WRITER AND ILU.

T-thank you ^^ *blushes* I actually um...had writer's block...while I was doing both of these.

I like your summarization of religion.
I was worried I'd get bashed by someone for that...*weak laughter* (I'm an agnostic, can you tell? XD)

And yay~ My D18 worked out better than I thought.

And in hindsight...summarizing it as "recollections of Hibari" implies that he's dead? Oh dear god, I'd better change that. *fails at summaries*
May. 7th, 2008 12:11 am (UTC)
Shaddawp, I'm still in transit DDDD=. And because I'm only allowed *checks timer* EIGHT MINUTES on the computer now and *looks left and right* I don't suppose anyone's waiting on me, I'll try to read through these within *checks timer again* SEVEN MINUTES.

Glad you've written again (to author)! From what I've seen during the downward scroll, I'm already liking the format in which you wrote them <333. She's like the Realms of the KHR fandom, isn't she, Demi? XDDD
May. 7th, 2008 02:03 am (UTC)
*checks timer again* SEVEN MINUTES.
Less watch checking, more reading XD

Thank you~ And...and....wow I want to dig myself out of the KHR fandom rut and maybe write some original except my brain is so NOT FUNCTIONING. AND YOUR ART KEEPS DRAGGING ME BACK TO KHR! (Which I'm sure is a good thing except my term paper isn't on anime/manga, it's on Othello T.T)
May. 7th, 2008 03:36 am (UTC)
Mmmm, I'd kill to see original fic from you, BTW. Hell, I'd kill to see more original fic from ANYONE. ;___; Only people on my f-list who write it actively are me and hopechan. D:
May. 7th, 2008 04:43 am (UTC)

original is UP. I hope I don't regret it. T.T

(and it's an old piece of writing, lol)
May. 7th, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
WTF is with that nail!bat icon?
May. 6th, 2008 04:13 am (UTC)
GAHHH That first one was beautiful, I MEAN ldkfdf the imagery. OH MY GOD. And the right or wrong motif...just GAHHHHHHHH.

And OMG, so Kyouya:“There’s nothing happy about my birthday.” XD haha, I loved the second one too. You DO fail at G, but THAT'S OKAY because that fic was so win. XD And so clear.
May. 6th, 2008 05:52 am (UTC)
Hahaha...I thought it'd be nice to do something other than a pairing for once. Although I think my beta-reader won't read any of it for various reasons ^^''

When I hit writer's block = LET'S DO IMAGERY! Or the alternate is, When I hit writer's block = LET'S SCREW OVER MY STYLE AND WRITE IN SIMPLE SENTENCES. *headdesk*

And actually, kudos to my RPG for that line, it sparked the entire fic.

You DO fail at G, but THAT'S OKAY because that fic was so win. XD And so clear.
LOL. It's BAD that I fail at G, BAD I TELL YOU XD
May. 6th, 2008 05:01 am (UTC)
Love the D18 interaction XD As for the fic, gorgeous imagery down there! I love how you compare and contrast the 'peaceful' scenes with all the blood. I do agree that there are many undelved aspects of Hibari (: Good job, write more and again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYOUYA-KUN!
May. 6th, 2008 05:54 am (UTC)
Thank you for reviewing~ And homg, I reused some of the incidents because my mind totally died on me.

(on a somewhat unrelated note, I always think of Hibari as "Hibari-san" and not "Kyouya-kun". It's fun to see what others are nicknaming him? XD)
May. 6th, 2008 01:10 pm (UTC)
the Right and Wrong is really good.it's like the meaning is so deep..*is fascinated*

and i love the D18 one!i love the interactions between the two ^^
good job!
May. 7th, 2008 01:57 am (UTC)
Thank you~

(I'd say more except my brain kind of died on me. T.T)

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