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lysapadinTitle: Stillness in a Curl of Steam
Characters: Hibari
Summary: Hibari contemplates the mess that is his fledgling.
Notes: More vampire AU! [Series Index] General audiences; 498 words.
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Stillness in a Curl of Steam
Tea was as useless to Kyouya as sake was, save for the rightness of it. And Kyouya felt in need of some measure of propriety just lately.
His fledgling lurked elsewhere in the compound, avoiding him and wholly unsubtle about doing it. Kyouya let him get on with it and sat in his own room, feet tucked beneath him in seiza and a porcelain cup of tea cradled in his hands. Steam drifted up from the surface of the tea, wafting the delicate, grassy scent of the tea through the air. Familiar. Soothing.
His fledgling, he thought, the words forming of their own volition, was a mess. Absolutely a mess, far more than he'd ever anticipated, given how willingly Yamamoto's cub had taken his blood. Sawada had warned him of this possibility, but even so…
He was not so undisciplined that he would permit himself to grimace, but Kyouya, contemplating the fledgling sulking on the other side of the compound, at war with his own nature, was sorely tempted to do so nonetheless. It was a foolish war that the fledgling was waging with himself. A wasteful war.
How irritating that it should be so.
It had been better when his fledgling had been guided by his instincts. Far, far better. Then, at least, his fledgling had been all the things that were appropriate. Had not been constrained by human qualms. Had been true to himself, as was only appropriate.
Kyouya took another sip of his tea, thinking on that as the steam traced strange shapes in the air before him. He cast his thoughts back, but no, his own time as a fledgling had not been challenging. Not like this. It had only seemed logical to embrace his changed nature, which had suited his tastes and personality perfectly. Why, then, was his fledgling fighting it so?
It was going to have to be a matter for Sawada, he decided. Sawada had a facility for language he lacked. A facility for those who were troubled, too. It was the softness in him, Kyouya supposed, the softness that he had never possessed himself, not even during that short handful of years he had walked under the sun as a human. He'd never seen use for softness, but perhaps it had its place occasionally.
And that was what Sawada was for.
He would send word, yes. Sawada would come to teach his fledgling to accept his nature and hold it in check, and then they could turn their attention to the issue of Byakuran's unseemly conduct.
The matter settled, Kyouya drank the rest of his tea, savoring the flavor on his tongue and the sunlight sliding through the bare branches of the trees, keeping one ear turned at all times to track the distant sound of his fledgling's restless pacing.
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Characters: Hibari
Summary: Hibari contemplates the mess that is his fledgling.
Notes: More vampire AU! [Series Index] General audiences; 498 words.
Stillness in a Curl of Steam
Tea was as useless to Kyouya as sake was, save for the rightness of it. And Kyouya felt in need of some measure of propriety just lately.
His fledgling lurked elsewhere in the compound, avoiding him and wholly unsubtle about doing it. Kyouya let him get on with it and sat in his own room, feet tucked beneath him in seiza and a porcelain cup of tea cradled in his hands. Steam drifted up from the surface of the tea, wafting the delicate, grassy scent of the tea through the air. Familiar. Soothing.
His fledgling, he thought, the words forming of their own volition, was a mess. Absolutely a mess, far more than he'd ever anticipated, given how willingly Yamamoto's cub had taken his blood. Sawada had warned him of this possibility, but even so…
He was not so undisciplined that he would permit himself to grimace, but Kyouya, contemplating the fledgling sulking on the other side of the compound, at war with his own nature, was sorely tempted to do so nonetheless. It was a foolish war that the fledgling was waging with himself. A wasteful war.
How irritating that it should be so.
It had been better when his fledgling had been guided by his instincts. Far, far better. Then, at least, his fledgling had been all the things that were appropriate. Had not been constrained by human qualms. Had been true to himself, as was only appropriate.
Kyouya took another sip of his tea, thinking on that as the steam traced strange shapes in the air before him. He cast his thoughts back, but no, his own time as a fledgling had not been challenging. Not like this. It had only seemed logical to embrace his changed nature, which had suited his tastes and personality perfectly. Why, then, was his fledgling fighting it so?
It was going to have to be a matter for Sawada, he decided. Sawada had a facility for language he lacked. A facility for those who were troubled, too. It was the softness in him, Kyouya supposed, the softness that he had never possessed himself, not even during that short handful of years he had walked under the sun as a human. He'd never seen use for softness, but perhaps it had its place occasionally.
And that was what Sawada was for.
He would send word, yes. Sawada would come to teach his fledgling to accept his nature and hold it in check, and then they could turn their attention to the issue of Byakuran's unseemly conduct.
The matter settled, Kyouya drank the rest of his tea, savoring the flavor on his tongue and the sunlight sliding through the bare branches of the trees, keeping one ear turned at all times to track the distant sound of his fledgling's restless pacing.
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Date: 14 May 2011 23:50 (UTC)I love Hibari's POV, how he's all about being proper and how what seems to bother him more about Byakuran is he behaves in an unseemly way. XD
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Date: 14 May 2011 23:57 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15 May 2011 00:03 (UTC)Oh! I also liked the hunt in that previous scene. That poor guy is doomed, though -- if he gets too boring Hibari will kill him out of disgust because he'll know it's deliberate, but if he gets too interesting then he'll turn into prey worthy of going all-out against, and then unless he pulls a Tsuna on Hibari he probably WILL die. He's fucked either way, I wonder if he knows. XD
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Date: 15 May 2011 02:49 (UTC)Hibari has strange hobbies.
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Date: 15 May 2011 00:38 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15 May 2011 02:50 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15 May 2011 02:48 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15 May 2011 02:51 (UTC)Basically, Hibari is all cat. *nodnod*
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Date: 15 May 2011 03:36 (UTC)On the other hand, a sulky Yamamoto always cheers me up. He's so fuckin' adorable when he's tormented by ~what he's become~.
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Date: 15 May 2011 17:12 (UTC)Frustrates the hell out of Hibari, though. Hibari is all about embracing your inner predator.
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Date: 17 May 2011 05:57 (UTC)Hibari is so...Hibari, here. EVERYTHING MUST BE PROPER AND RIGHT IN THE WORLD. And Yamamoto is just FUCKING THAT SHIT UP. (So is Byakuran, in a different way, hahahaha)
Tsuna. Yamamoto. DO WANT. SO MUCH. You have...no idea.
I love seeing Yamamoto like this, just completely a mess and refusing to accept himself. I eat this up like YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE. Yamamoto angsting is one of my favorite things, and seeing him warring with his very NATURE is just fantastic. I really can't wait to see how Tsuna teaches him, hahaha. I have no words for how much I love this Tsuna.
THIS IS SO GOOD. I can't get enough. Unffffffff.
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Date: 17 May 2011 18:00 (UTC)Tsuna and Yamamoto talking is on the way, but, uh. *pokes them* Yamamoto has got Issues liek whoa so it's taking Tsuna some time to get those Issues hammered out.
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Date: 17 May 2011 07:17 (UTC)This keeps getting better. And better. And better. AND IT JUST DOESN'T STOP.
Thanks again for the wonderful read, because it doesn't get much better than this.
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Date: 17 May 2011 18:01 (UTC)I confess, I tend to take a lot of Hibari inspiration from my cats. I'm secretly convinced that Hibari is at least one part feline. *nodnod*
From Bloodsport
Date: 18 May 2011 08:21 (UTC)and it's soooo awesome..then i wish for more
and you continue it!! Yay! I'm sooo happy!
This fic and your universe so freakin' awesome!
thank u so much! ( I love 1880 so muchhhh)
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Date: 24 May 2011 18:26 (UTC)no subject
Date: 29 May 2011 23:45 (UTC)It amuses me to think that Hibari disapproves of Byakuran almost as an aesthetic matter. There's proper (for Hibari-values of proper) behavior and there's everything else, and details like murdering people and eating arcobaleno hearts are kind of just details.
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Date: 6 July 2011 23:28 (UTC)