arcanarumlogs | [closed] better late than never

Who: Gokudera and Hibari
When: Backdated to December 23rd
Where: Navy District, Unit 4
What: Early Christmas gift.
Warning: Someone will either get kissed or punched today. Maybe both.

Christmas.

What a bitch of a holiday. He hadn't celebrated it in years — at least not after the Tenth had supposedly died. That sort of ruined all potential festivity he might have had for the day. Actually, even when he was a kid, he hadn't celebrated Christmas. Maybe he did those few years he was still with his father and Bianchi, but not any longer after that.

It seemed there were always reasons springing up for why Gokudera Hayato should not celebrate... well, anything. Ever. Except maybe Saint Patrick's Day. He wasn't Irish, but, hey, an entire day dedicated to drinking his ass off? Count him in.

Either way, all the decor the Rulers were putting up pricked his nerves in the wrong way. They were too... chipper and bright — especially bright since he'd gotten wind of the random small fires rolling into the neighborhood. But that wasn't exactly in his mind at the moment. No, actually, he was far from thinking of playing fireman to the good shopkeepers of Arcanarum. Instead, no thanks to the holiday, Gokudera was prepared to make his first — okay, second — traditional Christmas move.

Without bothering to knock, he invited himself into Hibari's bedroom straight through the closed entryway. The whole "on-off" switch for his intangibility was an easy snap of the fingers by now and he materialized back into his physical self in record time. And, since he lacked self-preservation, Gokudera took his time examining the sleeping quarter. He hadn't been in here since... that last event. Except the Cloud Guardian was much more frilly and crown princess then. Sauntering over to his housemate, he proceeded to drop a fluff ball of a kitten (with a little red bow tied around its middle) right onto his face, greeting him in a very casual tone of voice, "Early Christmas present, Hibari Kyoya." Daring to lean over just a bit, he smiled at him, nonchalantly dangling a little mistletoe above their heads. "So, how about a kiss?" A clear hint of amusement flickered past his green hues as he watched the small animal begin to shift restlessly on the Titan beneath it.

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“Oh, c’mon, Hibari,” he grinned, “Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

He didn’t budge. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t have played it cool and walked off without a word after his delivery. But, honestly, where was the fun in that? He didn’t go through all that trouble of finding and hiding a kitten just to be brushed off so easily. At least not without some kind of reward in the process. Plus, he wanted that kiss.

Why? Well, there wasn’t really much of a reason to it. He wasn’t exactly on a grandiose journey to woo and sweep thy fair sweet maiden from her ye olde chariot. No, it was more on a whim and he’d figured it’d be... entertaining. He needed more of that in his life considering how mundane it was. Months on a godforsaken island and he hadn’t gotten a single good thing out of it.

Sure, his relationship with the Cloud Guardian had improved somewhat from before. But they still weren’t completely close. They were housemates and he considered him... a friend, to stretch it out. By a mile. They were comrades stuck together due to unexpected circumstances, forced to coexist with each other in a house for almost a year now. That had to count for something, right?

It might not have given him access to a nice kiss on the lips, but, hey, it wasn’t like they hadn’t done it already. Although, that memory brought along with it a... justifiably unpleasant feeling. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake of letting his guard down twice. Not that he was too worried. He was better prepared this time around. “It’s just one harmless kiss,” he leaned in closer, his smirk gradually growing, “and you know what they say about keeping to traditions...”

"Non existent," he replies, entirely deadpan. It shouldn't be a surprise that he's being entirely serious, too - Christmas, in all truth, was something he avoided celebrating like anathema. Maybe because it was because of that one time the Arcobaleno had forced the Guardians to-- nevermind that train of thought, he didn't want to think about it.

And...-- Oh dear, was Gokudera Hayato actually moving closer? He really wants that kiss, huh? Well, too bad for him that Hibari is going to steadfastly refuse his advances - and incinerate the mistletoe with a fireball while he's at it, too. Your excuse for asking for a kiss has disappeared, Gokudera.

"Out," he commands again, now letting a little of his irritation creep into his tone.

“Harsh,” he commented lightly, unfazed by the destruction of his mistletoe. Plenty more where that came from. “Can’t even humor me for a second, huh?” Releasing a clearly exaggerated sigh, he placed his hand against his heart, “You’re so cold. How in the world did you manage to become a Sun god? The Rulers must have a real good sense of humor.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have brought those douchebags into the discussion, but when was he ever one to hold back? It was admittedly a bit of a turn off given the situation. Guess he should do his part and fix it if he wanted to get his reward before sunrise. “I’ll get out,” he steered the direction of the conversation back on track, “right away. If you kiss me.”

"I refuse." And to emphasize his point, he rolls over and continues to read, fingers curling into the soft fur of his gift and scritching its belly, which garners a pleased purr from the kitten. For all intents and purposes, it's as if he's forgotten Gokudera is standing right there. Looming over him, in fact.

"Move. You're blocking my light." Kind of ironic coming from the guy that can turn into light, but hey, he doesn't want to bother with that right now.

It was unsurprising that Hibari was going to be a hard catch. And, if he had been pursuing him, he would have been more patient, more strategic. But, considering this was all on a whim and he tended to have a bad habit of getting what he wanted, he decided to forego the niceties. It was obvious the man couldn’t be persuaded and he seriously didn’t want to use force. He just wasn’t the type.

At the same time though, different people require different ways to get through to them. And, given his recent streak of screwing up, he decided he had nothing left to lose – not after that entire couch fiasco. Not the time to think about it – or the earlier episode preceding that. Arching a slender brow, he stared down at him, dissatisfied. No, this wasn’t going to do.

But what could he do? Flip him over onto his back and just go for it? Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea. He was on a mission, so, even if death awaited him at the end of the trial, he was going to go out with a... boom. Without saying a word, the silverette reached out to coil his fingers around the wrist of his companion, executing the maneuver with a certain determined swiftness. There was no guarantee of success, but he hoped he could trap him underneath him long enough to sweep down and steal that sweet kiss from those stubborn pair of lips. He swore to god he never had to do something like this before.

But he couldn’t exactly give up pathetically either, now could he?

And that was where he was wrong. Because, when it came to stubbornness, no one could quite match the Hibari Kyouya - it really was easier to give up than to continue to bug him about it. He hasn't forgotten that little incident on the couch either - hard to, really, when it had happened not all that long ago.

Anyway. Enough contemplation of the past - the hand on his wrist is unwelcome, and he figures that Gokudera must be suicidal and desperate enough, otherwise the Storm would never do this. Not when he valued his life. When Gokudera makes to pull him back over to face him, Hibari sighs and turns that particular section of his arm into flame, hopefully singing the Storm's fingers and making him think twice about his actions.

Not that it would stop him, of course. But Hibari will do what he can to deter Gokudera from getting that kiss.

If he wasn’t a Titan, the flaming arm just might have deterred him. But, since he was a Titan, it was a simple matter of turning his hand intangible. And what he loved so much about this particular ability was the fact that he could still touch someone even if they couldn’t touch him. Of course, he was very well aware that Hibari had the skill too, but he’d been wondering what would happen if they were both incorporeal at the same time. It wouldn’t hurt if they tested it out now. Surely, two Titans would be able to maintain physical contact even after the change. The powers would cancel each other out, right? Well, whatever he decided to do, that was his decision.

For now, Gokudera was set on achieving his goal and – since the flames did not obstruct him from his intentions – he’d managed to grab ahold of his arm to carry out the rest of his premeditated maneuver. But will he actually succeed in obtaining a kiss this time around? Maybe he will, maybe he won’t. It was a gamble and that was the main thrill of it all. Not to mention, his housemate remained rather unperturbed and he wanted to see how far he could push before he’d get a reaction out of him. An icy cold princess like him would certainly require more work than the usual royalty, right?

What a shame. He's flipped on to his back, of course, seeing as their abilities cancel each other out - Gokudera gets a flat stare as he looks straight up into the Storm's face, not even remotely bothered by the fact that those lips are coming obnoxiously close to his own. 'Course, that's not to say that he's going to give in that easily, so, well, even with Gokudera hovering over him, he decides to disintegrate into light (Gokudera can't stop photons of light, can he?) and dart over to the other side of the room, reforming slowly.

"Have you finished?"

[closed] better late than never

smiles at

pukes on

cleans up

kicks out

returns always

banishes into space -w-

brings with -w-

pushes into a red dwarf