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Cepheus: This shot has been
written for Esoteric_Memory
as Secret Santa in the LifeJournal community KHR Exchange. I was allowed to post it
around the net by her.

Particular request for the shot was, bloody, violent and 59�s
genius present.

��

Rating: R

Summary: (1859)

Warnings: shounen�ai, vague spoilers, post
TYL arc, some years after canon timeline, blood, gorey,
violent.

Disclaimer: I don�t own Reborn,
it belongs to Akira�sama.

��

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~L�unico stile di vita che certe
persone seguono � quello della violenza ~ Anonimo.

~The only lifestyle certain people follow is
that of violence ~ Anonymous.

Everything
was silent around him.

The acrid
smell of gunpowder clouded his senses, making it hard for him to breathe, and
yet he refused to cough, knowing that anything short his ragged gasping would
alert of his presence, and cursed lowly.

His teeth
unconsciously tightened on his cigarette, the smoke shifting upwards in
spiralling waves, the bad taste of tobacco keeping his mind occupied away from
the even worse taste of blood.

Angry
�furious, rage bubbling right underneath his apparent calm, Gokudera remained
glued to the half�crumbled wall, eyes darting everywhere, one hand clutching at
his side, where the crimson stain kept growing bigger.

It had all
gone wrong �it took months of preparation for this plan, carefully weighting
each option, listening to Juudaime�s words of insecurity and fear, countering
all of them with his cockiness and determination� and now there he was, bloody,
almost in the clutches of the enemy.

What a stupid he was.

The pain
from his side was slowly numbing his right hand, making it hard to keep his
grasp on the small, gum�shaped bomb he was holding, covered in blood but still
intact, unlike all his others, all the bombs he�d lost just to gain a hour at
the most.

Gokudera
hissed, refusing to show any weakness, not even to himself, and once again
looked around, trying in vain to catch a glimpse of something �anything� that
could help him come out of that situation.

It was bad, really bad.

Tsuna had
known it all beforehand, his Juudaime was always right, and Gokudera couldn�t
but feel he�d failed his boss once again. No matter how many years passed by,
he was still the same brassy kid from before, who couldn�t even complete a
mission.

Not even if
he�d been the one to device the whole plan.

�Stupid!� Gokudera�s hand twitched
and to stop the trembling he bit down on it, glad he was still able to feel
something in his fingers. �How could it
happen� I was sure I had everything perfected to the last detail��

And yet, his
perfection, his plans, had gone awry. What had looked the perfect plan to take
down one of Vongola�s rival families, the Famiglia Delfino, had turned into a massacre. Gokudera, who had been
the leader of Group A, and had directed the charge through the secret
underground passage, had soon found out that the Delfino
knew exactly of their attack and had been waiting for them.

Group B and
D had been completely exterminated, coldly shot without even a chance to hide
or duck the moment they had appeared at the wall surrounding the compound, and
Group C, whose head was Hibari, had long since stopped sending signals to
Gokudera�s transceiver.

Not that he
believed Hibari to be dead. Dead and Hibari belonged to the same sentence only
if the man was the dealer, not the receiver� besides, he didn�t want to think
about that fucking guy at the present moment.

And yet,
Gokudera was still (mildly, of course, mildly) worried �because with this
single attack he�d decimated the Juudaime�s forces. He might as well be the
only one alive, or the only one remaining inside.

He had the
crude truth in front of him even then, as he looked around, the bodies of his
once comrades, people he had come to know, people that had trusted him� �his
family� they were all dead.

Unmoving all
around him, where they had died in order to protect him. So that he could finish his mission.

�And it�s all my fault for underestimating the
enemy once again� Juudaime� I�m sorry�� he gritted his teeth
knowing he was only losing time by whining and crying over himself, but the
situation was desperate. Of his whole group, he was the only one left, and he
was severely injured, which made it even more hopeless to try and run.

And yet�

�It�s not like I can give up� he thought,
shaking his head to clear it from the haze the loss of blood caused. �I�ve got to go back to my boss� and be
mauled by him for causing this shit to happen �it�s no good if I die here!�

Quickly he
assessed the situation again, trying to be sure of it �the area he was in was
wide, a sort of warehouse next to the main building, bare with the exception of
the crumbled wall he was using as a shield, some wooden boxes on the other end,
and some broken ropes right besides him.

He knew
there were snipers hiding somewhere on the other end of the collapsed wall, the
same snipers that had killed all his comrades, but they would not move from
their positions. They were safe there, a hit�and�hide tactic instead of
dirtying their hands in close combat, but they were keeping away because
Gokudera had also managed to kill a few with his bombs, in retaliation for the
spitfire.

That was it
�he couldn�t move because if he did, the snipers would shoot, and he had
nothing to protect himself with anymore� just his last bomb, and his brain.

Wasn�t there
a way out?

His eyes
flickered to the bodies around him, flinching inwardly both at the guilt and at
the thoughts mulling around in his mind, but there wasn�t really another
option, was there? He had to live. He wanted
to live� didn�t someone once say �humans would do anything in order to
survive�?

More blood
started seeping out of his wound as he stood up, bomb clenched in one hand,
eyes resolutely staring forwards, knowing he�d have no time to lose if he
wanted to get out. His wound was making him dizzy and cold, and he knew he
wouldn�t resist much more in these conditions.

And yet, he
could not just run away with a bang and hope everything would be fine �he had
to finish his the mission, or the deaths of all his men would forever weight on
his heart. He was only twenty and he�d seen so much death he should have been
used to it� and yet it always managed to get to him.

�I�m sorry�
he rasped at one of the corpses, as he pulled it close to himself, trying not
to cringe as dilated, empty pupils turned to stare at him; quickly he took the
man�s jacket away and ripped it in shreds, winding them around his midsection
in order to stop the blood; they were quickly covered with blood, but the
pressure was steady and helped him calm down. Then Gokudera, with all the
energy he had left, managed to push the man�s motionless body upwards, so that
it leaned on the wall as well.

It barely
stood there, awkwardly slumped backwards, but it was enough. Grabbing one of
the broken ropes at his feet, the silver haired mafioso
tied one end around the dead man�s wrist, fighting against the corpse�s stiffening
muscles as he shifted the arm upwards.

Apparently
he�d been standing there for more than a hour, since the rigor mortis was
already starting to stiffen the man�s body. Cringing more at his analytical
part coming out, Gokudera tried to ignore that it was someone he once knew he
was using, and gulped down his suddenly dry throat.

Then, he
pressed his bomb in the corpse�s hand, not tight enough that it wouldn�t move
but enough so it wouldn�t fall.

Fighting
away tears that were burning in his eyes, Gokudera bit hard on his lip, knowing
what he had to do.

�I am sorry�
really sorry� he muttered again.

Then he
shifted away from the man, one hand on the wall to keep his wavering body
upright, and put distance between himself and him, holding the other end of the
rope as he clumsily moved.

The crumbled
wall only allowed him a couple of meters before it ended, but it would be
enough �if his plan worked, he would be able to make it to the main building,
and with a bit of luck he would be able to use his map to the vault where the Delfino kept their documents.

With them in
Juudaime�s possession they would be able to stop Delfino�s
drug dealings and their underground racket, and end the family�s threat would
finally be gone.

He owed this
to all the men he�d sent to their deaths.

Slowly he
tied another part of the rope to the remaining corner of the wall, where it
connected with the stacks of wooden boxes that reached the ceiling. This was
the best he could do at a moment�s notice, and he hoped it would be enough.

Closing his
eyes, he laid down on the ground, shifting so slightly until he was out in the
open, among the corpses of his men and away from both his bomb and the boxes,
and carefully controlled his breathing. This was his only chance to come out of
this situation and he could not ruin it.

He pulled on
the rope, bracing himself for the explosion that would come.

��

Hibari knew
instantly that something bad had happened when his team entered the main building,
immediately separating from Gokudera�s; they had fallen into a trap, and to
know his enemy had underestimated him enough to think he�d fall for that was
enough to made him in need to seek for blood.

No mattered
how many years went by, his methods would never change �when the attack had
started, decimating the Vongola Decimo�s troops
meticulously, instantly killing both Group B and D, Hibari had extracted his
Tonfa and proceeded sating his bloodlust.

Even though
four years had passed since his fateful encounter with the Vongola family,
Hibari had never, not even once, wandered away from his weapons of choice; guns
were not for him, as they didn�t satiate his desire to hit and break bones.
Besides, he�d never been defeated, so it showed his skills.

Uncaring
about how his transceiver had broken during a one�on�one fight, Hibari kept
moving forwards, knowing the only way to turn this failure into a victory would
be to reach the vault and take the documents hidden there.

He had no
way to know where the vault was, of course �the map he�d been given by that
herbivore bomb�lover had long since been lost� but it didn�t matter� he would
probably take down all the mansion to get there anyway.

He wouldn�t
even be there had it not been for the baby�s personal request �Reborn had known
something was up, and to quench Tsuna�s fears about the attack he�d asked
Hibari to lead one of the teams.

�Hibari�sama!�
one of the men under his leadership appeared from behind a corner, slightly
panicked. �We�ve managed to establish a connection with the headquarters �it
looks like there was an infiltrate in our spy ranks that informed the enemy of
our plans!�

It looked
like the baby had been right, as usual �someone had tricked them, feeding their
spies with wrong information so the attack would take place. There was a bug in
the Vongola and Hibari swore he�d find him and take it out with them the moment
he was back.

Hadn�t it
been for that bug, the herbivore�s plan would have been completed without
faults, but the other man would have never thought the Vongola�s spying threads
to be flawed, and that brought this slaughter.

The
Ex�Disciplinary Committee�s leader shook his head �the guy was probably
angstying over his failure to his �boss� somewhere.

Not that
Hibari cared for what Gokudera thought, but for a herbivore, the man could use
his brain well, and in the last few years he had managed a grudgingly truce
with the man �if bad mouthing him, using him and fucking him through walls
counted as truce� the latest one being the one to happen the most, of course.

Gokudera
hadn�t been quite as accepting with that one as he had with the previous, but
he�d been quickly reduced to non�coherence, and from there onwards, had never
protested �<i>much</i>�
at being assaulted before, after and often during missions.

The
herbivore bomber might be loud and noisy, but after all it wasn�t that bad if
he was loud in bed, too.

Hibari�s
lips twitched upwards in a smirk so cold the man in front of him shuddered,
backing away from him and his sudden waves of bloodlust.

�Let�s move
to the vaults� he stated, straightening up and holding his Tonfa in both hands.
�We�ve got a work to do here, do we not?�

The quicker
they got out, the quicker he could get back to doing the other man. Or sneering
at Tsuna. Or trying to get the baby to fight him, whichever came first.

Preferably
the first. It had been already almost a week since he tasted him, after all.

Moving
towards the vaults (or the random direction he chose, breaking down walls and
drawing out all the men in the compound to come and have a piece of him),
Hibari had enough satisfaction by the time he demolished the last wall, finally
finding himself in the vault, that had been strategically placed behind a fake
double stone wall.

Hibari
kicked one of the Delfino�s thugs inside, knowing not
to enter it first in case any traps had been placed there, and was rewarded by
yells of pain coming from within. Nodding in satisfaction, he motioned for his
inferiors, who entered the room to get all the documents out.

All in all,
Hibari was left unsatisfied. It had been quite boring, despite the trap.

�Hibari�sama,
we should search if someone of ours is still alive� one of his subordinates
came to him, hesitant.

The dark
haired man was about to answer that with his tonfa when a sudden noise alerted
his senses; turning towards the closest window, he noticed smoke raising from a
nearby building, where he�d been reported Gokudera�s group was, and his face
twisted into a displeased grimace.

�What did
that idiot do, now?� he murmured, shaking his head.

And yet, he
turned around and moved away from his men, who watched him with half unsure,
half scared eyes.

�Retrieve
the documents and leave as quickly as possible though the passage� he stated,
daring them to go against his orders. �The Vongola headquarters will cover you
to the best of their possibilities�.

That said,
he overstepped the pile of dead or unconscious bodies of his enemies around him
and disappeared behind the corner.

��

Gokudera panted
in strain as he continued his slow advancing towards the main compound,
wondering just how powerful was that last bomb he used; the explosion had sent
pieces of wall and bricks flying towards him and even though he had been laying
down, some had managed to hit him, thus aggravating his wound, but it had done
its purpose.

The
explosion had set the rope on fire right on the stack of wooden boxes, creating
an arson that had instantaneously attracted the snipers� attention; some had
started shooting at where the wall had been but Gokudera�s work had been
flawless �the body with the bomb in one hand was out in the open, completely
burned out from the explosion, and it would look like he�d decided to commit
suicide instead of being killed by his enemies.

The arson
was also filling the room with thick grey smoke, and it would choke the men,
making them run from the building in order to escape. At the same time, since
he was on the floor, he would be able to sneak away without breathing too much
smoke himself, and exit the warehouse.

This had
been his only hope out, even if he had to sacrifice his men�s bodies for that
�and the guilt was still gnawing at him from the inside.

Coughing
harshly, and feeling blood pool at the side of his mouth, Gokudera hissed in anger,
but continued sliding away from the quickly burning warehouse, finally exiting
from one of the doors, gasping as fresh, clear air filled his hurting lungs.

The wind
against his heated skin felt deliciously good, and for the first time in hours,
Gokudera could finally breathe without the disgusting smell of blood and gun
powder. He let his arms fall at his sides, simply enjoying the moment, then he
wobbly stood up, his vision unfocused and blurry.

He had yet
to find the documents, and he needed to complete the mission�

All the
people that had died today, just because of his mistakes�

And as an
afterthought, he wanted to know if that bastard Hibari was still alive, after
all. It would be nice to know. It didn�t matter if the man was fucking stronger
than him, and hated his guts (unless he was busy screwing him), he still had to
wonder.

Maybe even
worry?

He barely
noticed his legs giving up, and when he fell face down on the ground he didn�t
even feel it �then everything turned black with pain and nothingness.

On the other
end of the now burning building, Hibari walked steadily inside, uncaring for
the burning flames.

Some men
with automatic rifles (must have been snipers) had apparently left their places
to move down and check the cause for that ruckus, which came clear to Hibari�s
eyes the moment he saw the many corpses around, mostly still recognizable, of
Gokudera�s group.

His eyes
narrowing down, Hibari nodded to himself, knowing that he�d been the only one
to come out pretty much unscathed by the trap, whilst all the other teams had
been�

Hibari�s
trail of thoughts stopped as his eyes rested on an almost completely burned
body, unrecognizable, a few feet away.

Differently
from the others, this one had clearly received the explosion head on, from a
bomb nonetheless.

�Gokudera� he hissed.

And
suddenly, he was angry. Really, really
angry. His eyes narrowed into slits, hands clenching around his tonfa. �That� idiot herbivore� he wouldn�t��

Of course it
wouldn�t be possible. That fucking damned idiot. He would never do something
like this. Never. Hibari wouldn�t allow him to throw his life away like this
when he knew better �when he should know his life belonged to him.

A soft, deep
growl erupted from his lips, as he felt the need to just kill, maim and have blood run.

�Gokudera�
you wouldn�t dare� his growl was much like that of a ferocious predator,
filled with malice.

His words
attracted the snipers� attention and they pointed their rifles at him, yelling;
Hibari turned furious eyes towards them, and then he attacked, with no warning
at all.

It was
nothing short of brutal �quick, violent and bloody.

The four
snipers fell on the ground, unconscious and heavily injured, and Hibari slammed
his foot down on one of them, gaining some sort of satisfaction from the clear
crack that resounded from the arm he�d just broken.

He did not
stop. He moved to the next man, slamming the tip of his left tonfa right on the
man�s hand, breaking through the skin and sending blood splashing everywhere,
then to the third of the snipers, kicking him in the stomach until the man
passed out from the pain.

Growling
deeply in his throat, Hibari stomped over to the burned corpse, blinded by
anger, wanting nothing more than kick the dead body until he was sated, but
slowly calmed down at the sight; he�d mapped that idiot bomber�s body enough
times to be able to recognize it, and looking closely, this was not Gokudera.

This was the
body of an older man, for starters, too broad shoulders.

This was not Gokudera.

Not him.

Something inside
him twisted.

�I�m going
to pound him until he cannot stand anymore� he hissed, gritting his teeth and
ignoring the smoke around him.

The nerve of
him. To fake his death this way.

Staring down
at the burned corpse, he then noticed there was a trail of fresh blood on the
floor, further from the wall, and it continued deep into the clouds of smoke. A
feral smirk appeared on his lips as he moved to follow the traces, eyes
betraying the anger he felt.

It took
nothing to exit the warehouse the same way as Gokudera had, and took him even
less to find the battered, bloodied and much unconscious body of the bomber
some meters away from the building.

It took him
quite a bit more to keep calm and not attack the wounded silver haired man with
his tonfa, though. It would have been a bitch to heal otherwise.

�Well, good
to see you�re still alive though� he muttered, grabbing the unresponsive body
and placing it over his shoulder, minding the still bleeding wound. �So I will
be the one to kill you when you�re healed�.

��

�Admit it,
Kyouya� Gokudera sounded pretty smug, despite the pale skin, the stitches on
his face and the bandages around his midsection, that prevented him even from
sitting up on the bed (that was why he was propped up on four pillows). �You
were worried�.

Hibari
twitched on his seat, hands curling around his tonfa, but refused to allow the
silver haired young man to bother him. Shamal, the doctor of the Vongola, had
clearly stated Gokudera was not to be moved for at least a week from the
headquarters� infirmary, until his stitches were healed enough, and he would
have to stay in bed for at least another two weeks to recover from the
operation.

In front of
everyone the darned mafioso had looked almost fine,
if only begging his forgiveness to his Juudaime and saying he was perfectly ok,
but�

Hibari could
clearly see that, underneath the cocky exterior of that idiotic bomber, he was
quite weak and still angry with himself over the mission (even though in the
end the documents had been successfully acquired), and his voice lacked his
usual colour.

Hibari
shouldn�t have cared about this, and he shouldn�t have been able to notice in
the first place, and yet he did, and that angered him even more.

That fucking
stupid herbivore had to angst over all the lives that were lost even after
Tsuna, the fucking laughing swordsman and the baby repeatedly told him it was
not his fault, and Hibari wanted nothing more than ram the truth through his
skull, who cared if he was still recovering�

And yet he
found he couldn�t.

This side of
Gokudera was despicable. He didn�t like it. He despised it. He wasn�t owning this herbivore to see him this weak.

The fact
that he also used his name when they were alone made him even more angered.

He just
wanted to bite it all out of him.

Especially
because the fucking bomber was right. For that single moment when he�d seen the
burned body and thought it was� him�
he had indeed wavered.

Probably
that was the reason he wanted to fucking kill him.

Gokudera
frowned; he had expected one of the usual insults from the other man, something
like �shut up, herbivore� or at least a meaningful threat� and yet Hibari
simply glared at him �he made him feel a bit anxious.

He surely
didn�t expect Hibari to truly care, after all. They were merely Guardians for
the Vongola Tenth, and occasionally shared the same bed (more than
occasionally, in fact, but still).

It would
scare him shitless if the Cloud Guardian were to admit he really cared.

Emotions�
hah. Right.

The silver
haired Mafioso growled, missing his cigarettes already� they calmed him down,
but Shamal had taken them away, muttering about how disgusted he was to treat a
male patient, especially one whose mouth reeked of smoke.

He breathed
deeply, willing his nervousness to go away. He didn�t want to cause any more
problems as it was �spy or not spy, he had sent many to death. It was enough
without having to worry Juudaime�

It was
enough without having to look at Hibari and know the Cloud Guardian�s team had
reached the headquarters safely and without a scratch, whilst his own� ad Group
B and D�

��Err� Kyouya� I was just kidding� anyway, you
have better things to do than staying here, so you should� maybe� go�?�
Gokudera�s voice, that had started out carefree, wavered in insecurity as
Hibari�s eyes narrowed at him, fury so clear in them it made Gokudera shiver.
Sometimes, Hibari did look vaguely emotional, and it made him both glad they
were on the same side, and afraid of him.

�Stop. Now� Hibari
hissed, slamming one of his tonfa right next to Gokudera�s face, making a dent
in the wall.

Gokudera
froze, finding himself unable to look away from the dark orbs that were staring
at him so deeply it felt they were looking inside him.

�Fucking
herbivore� Hibari muttered. �Stop this farce �you�re too much of an idiot to
take the blame for this and it makes me want to kick your dumb ass. You are worrying everyone, especially the idiot herbivore
swordsman and shrimp boss�.

And though
the words were biting, the injured man was left baffled by his �surprisingly
nice�? Where was the world going to?� tone, and the meaning behind them.
Gokudera could not stop blaming himself, but it felt� nice to know others were
not blaming him. That he was still trusted, despite everything.

Satisfied
about his comment, Hibari moved forwards to kiss him.

Gokudera
gasped out loud, not expecting that, and feeling Hibari�s tongue use his gasp
as an opportunity to sneak in his mouth, ravaging him slowly but surely, made
his toes curl at the sensation.

Gokudera
groaned, knowing they would never be able to do anything else due to his
wounds, and yet glad for that �the Cloud Guardian was acting quite calmly all
considered, he was making sure not to touch any of his wounds.

The silver
haired bomb user didn�t understand. Hibari just acted as if he�d been worried
too. As if he�d feared for his life at least. Or his safety.

Was that
even possible? For Hibari to actually�

�Maybe� I was right, in the end?� Gokudera
blinked, warmth strangely filling him at that thought, �Kyouya does ca�� then pain filled his mouth.

�Youch! Damn you Kyouya! You fucking bit my tongue!�

�Tch. Damn herbivore�.

��

Owari

��

Cepheus: I hope you
all liked it. :) please do comment and let me know?

As a side
sad note, I still haven�t received my secret santa� siiigh. :(
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