Log; complete

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Log; Complete

When; Monday, December 24th, early morning
Rating; PG
Characters; Hibari (nami_is_great), Tsuna ([Bad username or site: mafia phobic @ livejournal.com])
Summary; Mistletoe is of honest intention, but dangerous results when Hibari is mixed into it.
Log;

Tsuna considered it a terrifying mixed blessing to have found the accommodations he did. To be surrounded by familiar companions -- and a ninja medic who was quite kind the times he had spoken with her -- was a relief, but dangerous at the same time. Sharing an apartment with Ryohei was loud, and with Chrome was awkward, but once Hibari was entered into the mix, it became a life-threatening situation every time that the prefect noticed his presence. (The recent example being the beating of snowballs two days prior, for which Tsuna sported bruises and failure.)

Which was why Tsuna crept out of his room in the early hours of Christmas Eve, stepping with exaggerated care to not make a sound, sweat beading nervously at his brow. One wrong breath or step could wake the others -- or, worse, Hibari alone -- and he would have his hands full trying to both explain why he was up so early, and why Hibari really should not kill him, please!

Some board hidden beneath carpet threatened to give him awake, sounding for an instant like it might creak loudly as he shuffled over it, glancing towards the door that kept a bitten death at bay. Tsuna had to make it out alive if he was going to try and find gifts for his friends, and his preoccupation with that kept him from noticing the slowly growing proliferation of the little green plants with festive connotations.

The creaks that sounded on the floor did little to hide the presence of one Sawada Tsunayoshi. The moment he even approached within twenty feet of Hibari's body, the young prefect had awoken. However, he kept his eyes closed, and his arms tucked behind his head, giving Tsuna the false pretence of being safe at least until he moved close enough that Hibari wouldn't have to walk so far to kill him. He was exhausted after a long day of work, after all.

The floorboards creaked again much closer this time, and Hibari's eyes snapped open, staring up at the ceiling for a few seconds. "You must really want to die today."

Tsuna froze, one foot poised for another step and arms held out to balance himself -- to avoid crashing and waking up the rest of the apartment. His heart leaped up into his throat and began to beat vividly, until he was certain his neck had to be pulsing visibly under the effect of a flight-or-fight response.

This had to be how mice felt when they realised the cat was staring straight at them and thinking of how easy it would be to pounce them, bat them around for a bit, and crush their little lives to an end. Tsuna swallowed -- an action that took a few tries to make right around the beating heart in his throat -- and shook his head nigh imperceptibly. "N-Not really," he squeaked out, sounding like the mouse to Hibari's cat-like nature.

Slowly, with methodical movements, dragging it out just long enough to make the other boy nervous, Hibari awoke, stretching his arms out over his head and letting out a loud yawn. Then his hand shifted to the side where his tonfa lay tucked between his own body and the couch, fingers wrapping around the handles as he stood up.

"Too bad," he told Tsuna, the corners of his lips tilting upwards as he walked towards the other boy's shorter form, ready to make him bleed for making noise.

Slight spasms of muscles tempted him to run, to flee out the door or back into his room, but he stood rooted to the spot like a deer caught in cruel, unyielding headlights. Tsuna watched with wide eyes as the tonfa manifested from beneath Hibari -- Could a tonfa mattress be considered comfortable?! -- and he knew that the pain of death was etched into their surface, having met it more than once before.

"Hi-Hibari-san --" Tsuna managed the name around the dread that settled over him and inspired him to stumble back. "It's -- I didn't mean to--" He glanced around nervously, even wildly, to find an escape, seeing only the same apartment and more of the little green-and-white plants that cropped up, one curled ominously over his head when he struck the wall and the end of his line -- would that little mistletoe be the only flora at his funeral?!

Ignoring the sudden appearance of that weird plant, Hibari continued to advance on the smaller boy, tonfa held in front of him. As soon as he got close enough, though, his arms refused to move as he dictated and his body froze, a sudden urge overtaking him. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he had been infected again with the disease from before that had rendered him weak in front of Mukuro –only this time, instead of falling to his knees at the sight of sakuras he wanted to…

Both tonfa fell to the ground with a loud noise, and Hibari stared down at Tsuna calmly, showing nothing of his intentions at the moment. His body moved of its own accord, fingers reaching out to grasp Tsuna by the shoulders.

Tsuna had shrank back against the wall, eyes clenched shut as he awaited the strike, too aware that defending himself against it would make it worse. If he let Hibari get one clear hit, maybe he would let him go, and maybe he could --

The clatter of the tonfa on the floor snapped his attention back from the fear of impending pain, his eyes open again and wide as Hibari stepped closer and reached out -- was he going to strangle him to death instead?!

Tsuna should have flinched in terror at the touch, or taken the opportunity to flee while Hibari was unarmed, but his feet remained rooted there, as though plants had bound him to the spot. The terror muted itself by some foreign accord as he felt a nervous flush coast over his cheeks the closer that the other came -- fear of what new tactics were to be applied in discipline, he wondered -- and he licked his lips in unique anticipation. "Hibari-san...?"

It went against all rational thought. Not that Hibari possessed much rationality for anything he did, merely choosing to follow his own whims, which generally included killing anything that annoyed him. Sawada Tsunayoshi was an especially annoying presence, mostly because he drew several herbivores to himself, but he was intriguing at the same time. He'd shown a latent strength in the past, one that Hibari wanted to see resurface so he could fight it again, but that wasn't what was driving him closer at the moments, fingers tightening on Tsuna's shoulders before leaning downwards.

His eyes remained open, cold and bland as he stared at Tsuna intently, touching their lips together firmly. He didn't know why he was kissing him, generally possessing an aversion to physical contact especially with those he viewed as nothing more than weak animals that should be bitten to death, but he just wanted to at that moment more than anything else.

Fear, terror, and self preservation's instinct to run should have pounded loudly in response to the gently intimate touch that came in place of violence, but it was only his heart that Tsuna felt beating against his chest, lower than the throat it had been caught in a moment before. The thought that Hibari could be capable of a kiss startled him just as much as feeling his lips press against his own.

What had prompted the terrifying enforce of Namimori to do this? Hibari had expressed nothing but irritation or a cruel enjoyment to torment him prior to this. He seemed, to Tsuna at least, to be a lone wolf of sorts, not at all the kind to endure physical contact, much less initiate it. Had he somehow broken through to the tender side of Hibari?

The terrified look in his eyes yielded a moment as they grew half-lidded, Tsuna feeling a strange draw that this was what he should have expected, being caught as he was. To have it be Hibari still felt off -- in some part of his mind, a wail already went up that he was being kissed, and not by Kyoko! -- and his fingers scrabbled against the wall briefly before he hesitated and lifted his hands to rest against Hibari's chest uncertainly.

Hibari's lips lingered longer against Tsuna, still inexplicably drawn to them, though there was no real pleasure to be gained. It was almost as if his mind was separate from his body, and in his thoughts was complete boredom and annoyance that something had gotten in the way of him killing the shorter boy. But his body still refused to listen, lips parting to bite down Tsuna's lower lip experimentally before he suddenly flinched away as if the shock of the taste of his flesh on his tongue made him snap out of whatever had grasped him.

"Wow," he deadpanned, licking his mouth, unimpressed by the kiss. He now had enough presence of mind to lean over and pick up his tonfa from the floor, immediately placing the blame on Tsuna because it was funner that way, and it meant he could finish biting him to death for being a general disturbance.

Tsuna leaned against the wall, somewhat unsteady after the length of contact and the confusion harboured within it. His hands stayed in the air a moment, where they had been touching a warm body for an instant before a nip of teeth brought them both out of the entranced reverie that had possessed that moment.

He blinked and lifted a finger to touch his lips where they tingled from the attention, not so swift to regain his train of terrified thoughts as Hibari was to his lethal ones. When that did happen, though, the flood of realisations struck him with the force of a freight train and he jerked back -- thumping his head against the unyielding wall -- with a gasp.

Hibari Kyouya had just kissed him.

...his first kiss.

That was supposed to have been Kyoko's!

...but it had been Hibari!!

Tsuna's mind reeled at the concepts, worse than they did when Reborn went on about how he had to rise up to the top of the mafia -- or the snowball fighting world, or the beach volleyball world; it all depended on what quest the little baby was demanding of him -- and he almost lost himself to them, but for the caboose of the train striking him hardest.

Hibari had his tonfa again!

Self-preservation screamed at him to run away, with his tail between his legs, and pray that this was some cruel dream or insight his mind had tricked him into, one that he could deny later in case Hibari had the same dream. Tsuna tried, but with his back to the wall and Hibari apt to strike him no matter which direction he ran, he found his body moving of some instinctive accord and reaching told hold the ends of each tonfa, as though he could manage that or stall Hibari by that alone.

"I-I'm sorry!" were the words he managed in that awkward lurch, though Tsuna had not idea if he should be apologising at all. But when someone else held tonfa menacingly, apologising to them in place of demanding an apology seemed safest!

The apologies fell on deaf ears, Hibari unwilling to listen to anything Tsuna had to tell him. Frankly, he didn't really care if he had been the one to initiate it. He still owed Tsuna for waking him up prior to the kiss, and he had no reservations about letting the other boy walk out of the apartment alive.

Gazing at him impassively, he pulled his tonfa out of Tsuna's grip and then swung one of them out to bury it into the side of Tsuna's head, hard enough to leave bruises. The other hand swiped out to drag the edge of the other tonfa across mouth where the had kissed just seconds ago, forcing blood to leak down. It was only a fitting punishment for those who chose to defy him.

"Looking at you is more tolerable this way," he murmured with a smirk, giving Tsuna a chance to fall onto the ground and writhe like a small creature just about to die.

Tsuna tried to block the blows, but his reflexes in normal state were pathetic against normal persons, making his chances dismal against Hibari, who could fight him with ease even when the dying will state sharpened his senses to incredible levels. Without it, it was all that he could do to keep from falling.

The wall became a familiar companion to him as he staggered back against it, shaking hands rubbing at the blood that stained his lips a bright red to match the bloody stars that the first tonfa struck in his eyes. Tsuna looked worriedly about despite that, concerned that the commotion would wake the others and inspire Hibari's wrath -- it was better that he felt it than others, but it still hurt painfully after the gentle surprise.

"I d-didn't mean to!" Tsuna stammered. "I was just trying to leave quietly to get things ready!" His words fell either on deaf ears, or ones that would be displeased to hear to preparations for Christmas, making his situation worse. Escape was the only feasible option and his gaze darted to the door, desperately calculating the steps before he made the mad run for freedom.

Hibari's eyes still levelled on Tsuna, advancing on him further, striking another blow to his stomach to force him to double over enough so that he can strike him on the back of his head and knock him out. The other boy wasn't even putting up a fight, already ready to roll over and allow himself to be killed. It was those types that Hibari disliked the most.

Weakness was grounds to make one prey, and Hibari was merely fulfilling his role as one on top of the food chain. "The more you beg," he responded, staring down at Tsuna from his position, "the more I want to hit you."

His run for freedom left him breathless, stopped dead in its tracks by the tonfa to his stomach, but still Tsuna tried to crawl for it. The words Hibari offered were more or less a blurring of sound between the ringing of his ears at the blow to his head. The fingers of one hand scratched at the floor to drag himself along, his other arm folded over the back of his head and neck in some form of protection to make it out alive.

Tsuna could feel the little bottle of pills in his pocket, even hear the shuffle of each pill against the other as he jerked along, knowing that he could swallow one and have the hope for a fighting chance, but he didn't. Fighting at all stood against his wishes for a peaceful life, and fighting against Hibari was the worst trespass of it.

"I ha-have to go out, Hibari-san!" Tsuna tried again in protest, pausing in his desperate crawl to curl up defensively against the next blow. "I-It's almost Christmas..."

Watching him crawl away was getting tedious. Hibari let this known with a loud yawn, starting to lose interest again in killing especially if Tsuna made no effort to fight him back at all. He'd been half hoping for that other side to come out, but if it wasn't than far be it for Hibari to expend more nap time on the herbivore.

"I changed my mind," he said, walking passed Tsuna and towards his own room without looking down at him again, "I'm going back to sleep."

If Tsuna chose to protest or wake him again then Hibari will make sure to finish him off. Until then, he headed towards his bed, the bird fluttering eagerly from where it had been hiding this whole time and nesting in his hair to nap along with him.