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kat8chaPrompt: Islands
Fandom: Reborn!
Pairing: Byakuran/Shouichi (maybe?)
Rating: PG!
Words: 383
Shouichi had a sneaking suspicion that, at some early point in his cognitive development, Byakuran had a nanny or a tutor with a horrific fondness for James Bond. It was the only way Shouichi could explain the moon boots, the shoulder pads, the entire crazy 'white spell wears white/black spell wears black' outfit… thing. That and, of course, Byakuran's strange and bizarre fascination with finding the perfect spot for his ultimate showdown with the Vongola.
"It can't be Italy." Byakuran explained, his body splayed out on a rubbery deck chair. The private beach that Byakuran had acquired took up 3/4th's of the island that the beach was located on. The remaining 1/4th was living quarters for the people Byakuran hired to take care of the private beach and large, white, ornamented house up on the cliff overlooking the beach.
Shouichi shifted awkwardly, completely aware that he was wearing a pair of white swim shorts and filled with the sneaking suspicion that they would be see-through if they got wet. "Byakuran-san, what's wrong with Italy? It is where the Millefiore are stationed, and the Vongola's presence in Italy is strong as well…" Not that anyone expected it to be in Italy.
"Mmm, but it can't be here." Byakuran sipped from the brightly colored drink, the little umbrella bopping Byakuran in the nose. "Your work requires too much room, Shou-chan, and it would tip off the Islanders, and well one of them would eventually inform the authorities and THEN where would we be?" Byakuran gave a dramatic sigh. "I'd have to kill everyone on the staff, and that would be a shame."
"…" Shouichi narrowed his eyes. "Of course, Byakuran-san, and we wouldn't want that." Not that Byakuran would mind killing off an entire island full of people, he'd already displaced them. "I thought we already began work on a base in Japan."
It would make sense to fight the Vongola in Japan.
"But they'd expect that!" Byakuran unfolded his shades and set them on the small, white metal grill table his colorful drink was also resting on. Standing up, Byakuran stretched, all pale white skin and sharp angles. "Shou-chan, let's go for a swim."
Shouichi followed Byakuran out towards the ocean. If Byakuran decided to gild him in gold tonight, Shouichi wouldn't be surprised.
Fandom: Reborn!
Pairing: Byakuran/Shouichi (maybe?)
Rating: PG!
Words: 383
Shouichi had a sneaking suspicion that, at some early point in his cognitive development, Byakuran had a nanny or a tutor with a horrific fondness for James Bond. It was the only way Shouichi could explain the moon boots, the shoulder pads, the entire crazy 'white spell wears white/black spell wears black' outfit… thing. That and, of course, Byakuran's strange and bizarre fascination with finding the perfect spot for his ultimate showdown with the Vongola.
"It can't be Italy." Byakuran explained, his body splayed out on a rubbery deck chair. The private beach that Byakuran had acquired took up 3/4th's of the island that the beach was located on. The remaining 1/4th was living quarters for the people Byakuran hired to take care of the private beach and large, white, ornamented house up on the cliff overlooking the beach.
Shouichi shifted awkwardly, completely aware that he was wearing a pair of white swim shorts and filled with the sneaking suspicion that they would be see-through if they got wet. "Byakuran-san, what's wrong with Italy? It is where the Millefiore are stationed, and the Vongola's presence in Italy is strong as well…" Not that anyone expected it to be in Italy.
"Mmm, but it can't be here." Byakuran sipped from the brightly colored drink, the little umbrella bopping Byakuran in the nose. "Your work requires too much room, Shou-chan, and it would tip off the Islanders, and well one of them would eventually inform the authorities and THEN where would we be?" Byakuran gave a dramatic sigh. "I'd have to kill everyone on the staff, and that would be a shame."
"…" Shouichi narrowed his eyes. "Of course, Byakuran-san, and we wouldn't want that." Not that Byakuran would mind killing off an entire island full of people, he'd already displaced them. "I thought we already began work on a base in Japan."
It would make sense to fight the Vongola in Japan.
"But they'd expect that!" Byakuran unfolded his shades and set them on the small, white metal grill table his colorful drink was also resting on. Standing up, Byakuran stretched, all pale white skin and sharp angles. "Shou-chan, let's go for a swim."
Shouichi followed Byakuran out towards the ocean. If Byakuran decided to gild him in gold tonight, Shouichi wouldn't be surprised.
